STORY SUMMARY: Being reborn into a Japanese story was bad enough. Being reborn as the twin sister to a certain notorious mass murderer, was another thing entirely. Told in a series of drabbles. Warning: Mild incest themes.
Rating: T (Subject to change)
GENERAL DISCLAIMER: It's not my sandbox. I'm just playing in it.
AN: Thank you all for the reviews! Just a note: for anyone currently reading smart-blonde-the-oxymoron's 'Great Minds', (and if you're not, I highly recommend you do) I recently made her some fanart-and have posted a link to it on my profile. I only bring this up because I'll probably start posting some for this story as well, so if anyone is interested be sure to check it out!
Destroy She Said
Chapter Nine : Theories
It was during the winter of my finishing year in high school that criminals began dropping like flies. Only days after that, I heard the first mention of the man (or deity, as his supporters were so eager to believe) responsible; Kira. At first, I thought it was a joke. It sounded like fiction. But, nope—there really was a mass-murdering psychopath with supernatural tendencies, going around and scything bad guys to death…with heart attacks. That was what I didn't get. I'd never been one to buy into Santa Clause or the Easter Bunny—or more accurately due to my soul's relocation; Godzilla or that dead girl from The Ring. But unless Kira had a posse the size of the continental army, I didn't know how he managed to pull off so many assassinations without the interference of supernatural activity.
But, it wasn't just that. Kira. That name kept prickling at the back of my mind for the remainder of the week. Kira. Convicts dying from heart attacks. Media speculation. It all seemed so goddamn familiar. Almost like a memory. No, a story? A memory of a story? Yes, that was it. But what story? Surely not one in this lifetime—then my last? I gnawed at my bottom lip, glowering at the pavement. Why couldn't I remember? Sure, minor details from my previous life had gotten a little murky over time. I might've had a smart moment here or there but I was nothing compared to Light. It wasn't like the archive that was my brain didn't misplace a file once in a while—but it was unusual. Memorization was my strong suit and this had me drawing a blank.
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"Did you forget something?"
My thoughts came to a screeching halt and then took a clumsy swan dive back into reality. Light stood several paces ahead of where I'd clearly stopped. We were just leaving a local boba shop; my brother didn't much enjoy the stuff, but I'd convinced him to purchase me a small drink on the walk back from the train station. It was on the route and we were already late getting home. It'd been been my turn wiping down the blackboards after class and Light had insisted on waiting around for me—probably because the last time I made the trek alone I'd gotten held up by a drunken business man for the trouble.
Story time: He'd introduced himself by some celebrity name I was unfamiliar with; likely in the hopes of appearing more impressive, which I found hilarious. He hadn't done anything besides slur compliments at me and make a sloppy attempt at grabbing my hand—in short, the whole experience was so amusing that I'd offered him my thermos of tea to help with his inevitable hangover. My would-be suitor responded by staring at the pro-offered beverage for a solid minute and then bursting into tears. Therefore, I'd spent an additional half-hour patting his back and consoling him on his 'really mean, devil-of-a-woman' wife. (His words, not mine).
Anyway, after that overall confusing ordeal, I'd made it home safely and had cheerfully retold the tale over supper. Light had looked so horrified by the end, I might as well have told him I'd been held at gun point. He had a habit of overreacting. Thus, why I now had my very own glorified babysitter. Unless I succeeded in giving him the slip—which was often—which also ticked him off—but on the bright side I now had someone to buy me milk tea everyday; so all was right in the world.
Except for my failing memory.
And there was that other thing… As of late, I'd been getting the oddest feeling, as if I was being watched. No—followed. I mean, it could have just been my nerves acting up; in fact that was most likely the case, but I just couldn't shake the feeling that somebody was constantly lurking nearby. The weirdest part was that the sensation always got more prominent when I was around Light—as if he was channeling some seriously bad juju.
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"Quit chewing on yourself."
Once again, I was snapped back to reality, only this time by Light using his thumb to casually tug my abused lip from between my teeth. When had he gotten so close? I shot him a look that clearly read: "personal space," and scooted away.
"Nothing. It's fine. I was just thinking about—" I hesitated. Should I be honest? If I lied he was going to know regardless-and I kinda wanted to hear his perspective on the topic. Mind made up, I started walking ahead while taking meticulous sips of my sweet beverage.
"I was just thinking about Kira."
"Kira?" He repeated. His longer legs matching my pace effortlessly.
"Yeah. I was wondering how he does it. I initially wondered if Kira was just a representative for whole fraction of people—like a gang leader—but it's been two months already and any association with that many members would've slipped up by now. They can only be as strong as their weakest link and all that."
I pretended not to notice when Light's gaze darted in my direction. "I suppose that makes sense," he allowed.
"Yep. And so then I thought, 'if Kira's just one guy, how is he capable of murdering on such a vast scale. Well, I put a lot of thought into it, and…I have a theory."
For a brief moment, I thought I saw his eyes darken; but when I did a double take, any outward signs of disquiet had vanished. Hmm.
Pausing for dramatic effect before flashing my victim an exaggerated smile. "He's magic. The guy's a genie and our police department doesn't stand a chance."
Light blinked—frowned—and then settled on a scowl. "I thought you were being serious."
I gasped, cartoonishly. "What? I am being serious. Kira's a genie and I'm going to be the one to prove it!"
Brother cast his eyes to the sky in exasperation. "How are we related?"
I smirked into my cup. "Simple. I'm a body-snatcher from another world." Ha.
Light casted me his usual look of disbelief, before chuckling beneath his breath and capturing my arm by the elbow. He tucked it beside his own and then proceeded to pull me towards the house. I huffed indignantly. Was the manhandling really necessary?
And also, was I crazy or had his eyes shone red earlier?
AN: I'm actually really tempted to rewrite this chapter in Light's POV. I don't know. What do you guys think...opinions?