Guilt
Elle rolled on the bed yet again, L staring. She'd been doing that for hours now, downing Advil for the sake of it.
"Elle doesn't seem to have a headache," L said, taking the sixth pill out of her hand, "therefore, you should stop."
Elle proceeded to turn over, whining.
"What is it?" L inquired. "Is it something you're not telling me? Hmm, either way, you have a unique way of handling problems."
Elle sat up, staring straight at him. L stared back. After about two minutes of this she sighed and, suppressing a giggle, said, "I'm surprised Matsuda didn't burst in this time."
"You're right. Speaking of which, where exactly is-" L began, interrupted by a lethal crash. Within seconds Matsuda burst in holding a bloodied, lacy handkerchief.
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Misa gazed out the window. Softly sighing, she smiled lightly and readjusted her skirt. The sunset gleamed outside, illuminating everything fervently.
"Light….." Misa whispered. All of a sudden, she stood up, blankly staring at nothing. The brightness of her blue eyes had darkened, showing no emotion. With a solid turn, she reached out for a sharp letter opener and the blade met soft skin.
"Light."
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"You guys!" Matsuda exclaimed. "It's Misa, she's… she's…"
It was horrific. When they reached the room, the blonde was lying in a crimson puddle, looking like a broken porcelain doll. Matsuda looked away, L inspected closer, and Elle stared coldly. She was torn between human nature and personal issues.
First of all, Misa had seriously injured Elle trying to defend Light. But the way her corpse lay now…
Everything started when I freed Light. His absence, her death. He never loved her so…
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!!!
Elle fell to her knees when she realized the horrible, awful truth: She had freed a murderer. Misa was a liability…
Oh my God! He didn't need her anymore! It wasn't suicide, he killed her… That's awful… Would he kill me? No, I hope not. I did free him, besides, I'm no criminal. Yet.
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Light Yagami wandered in the dark streets. He needed to find shelter, and quick. It was becoming darker every second, and he swore he saw lightning.
Where should I go? I don't have money to stay at a hotel. And…
It started to drizzle softly. Light cursed. He walked into a well-lit building with people in suits strutting around arrogantly. Except for one.
Light gazed curiously at one man standing across the lobby. He was arguing with another man who seemed to be reprimanding him with little success.
"You have to stop this, Teru! If you're going to support Kira, do it on your own time, not here," said a man whose back faced Light. Light stared at the Kira supported with immense interest. A tall, well-dressed man with glasses and a perfect posture glared at his challenger.
"I merely state that I am on his side when faced with the question," the Kira supporter said calmly. Clearly he was a logical person.
"That's absurd! He's nothing more than a killer!"
"What he does is righteous," the man named Teru said, "and if you'll excuse me, I have to leave now."
The man walked away from his challenger, whose face now matched his burgundy tie, and headed towards the exit.
This is insane. I can't possibly- Oh well, I guess I can't turn back now, Light thought as he followed Teru. Teru skirted next to the building and stopped when he reached a place where there it wasn't lit. It was two meters from any direct light. Light took a deep breath and was about to say something when-
"Who are you? And why have you been following me?" The alert, young male said, turning around.
Light smirked.
"I'm Kira."