Title: Continued - J is for Jeopardy
Date posted: 18th April 07
DF does not own the anime, manga nor the DeathNote itself, a fact which she mourns to this day.
Spoilers for chapter 74 of the manga and some future-part of the anime. there are 2 POVs here so I've labelled them as clearly as possible.
Jeopardy – danger or risk of harm, loss or destruction. From the Old French jeu parti; a divided or even chance, uncertainty, an equal game. (from Chambers)
Part I: Detective Yagami Soichiro
No parent should have to out live their child, or see that child teeter on the edge of grace. We raise our offspring to pedestals of innocence and purity only to realise that they are just as human and imperfect as we are. But not all: perfect describes him in every way: infallible and just, the righteous arm of the law. My child, my legacy, my son.
I have lived to uphold the law, lived to see justice wielded by a fair hand. From the day I first held him in my arms, I have lived and aspired to see my child stand beside me in the ranks of the police, proud and strong.
Lying here, beneath stark white hospital sheets, I feel numb as life drains away, like the blood that so recently poured from the bullet wound to my throat. A voice calls my name… my son. My vision swims before clearing slowly, the shinigami eyes still tinting the corners of the view with crimson, and I smile. Raito leans over me and above his head strange swirling figures form a convoluted date in a calendar I do not know and which the shinigami, Ryuk, would not explain.
He is not Kira.
Raito is shouting now, begging with tears in his eyes but my mind is too full of haze to make out his words. I don't think I've ever seen him cry before, even as a child. He needed no comfort from me then, and now I cannot give it. I can only watch as he blurs and my world fades into darkness.
Part II: Yagami Raito
To win or to lose, everything has its price and every player has something they do not want to lose. But, as in all games, in life sometimes what you love most must be scarificed to obtain the final goal; the pawns must be given up to clear the king's path.
Matsuda stands close beside me, a hand hovering at the small of my back, as if expecting me to fall, the others standing quietly by the curtains. Another game, another part, is required: a grieving son, a childlike denial of the death that now haunts this room. As I sink to my knees beside the bed, shoulders heaving in mock horror, the tears come freely. I would admit to slight surprise at this, for why should I cry? What have I truly lost when I can still feel the cover of Misa's DeathNote against my chest?
Matsuda ceases his hovering and lays the hand on my shoulder. "Raito…"
I once told Ryuk that if Kira was not careful, he would end up with the blood of his own family upon his hand, to mingle with the countless others, all murderers and thieves. They die, and I wonder now, if the blood will ever wash off.
Kudos to Ninjaalchemist88 and clinical poet (my ever faithful reviewer::hugs:: Heh hmmm, maybe I is for Interlude instead...) Wanted - empty indox seeks emails, prefers reviews.