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: Sorry for the slight delay guys, more snow is coming my way so we had to prepare the roof; which is a pain-in-the-ass-and-a-half. Thanks to everyone who took the time to review!
Destroy She Said
Chapter Eleven : Realization
I was slowly going insane. There was no other explanation for this—this—weirdness. Ever since our little heart-to-heart, things with Light had gone from slightly uncomfortable to very uncomfortable. And to make matters worse, epileptic-type dreams and flashes out of my peripherals were my new reality. For three days I dealt with this, and for that same amount of time, I avoided Light…or maybe he was avoiding me. Scratch that. It takes two to tango; so we were actively avoiding each other.
Now, I was known to get a tad passive-aggressive every so often. Light just had a talent for pressing my buttons. But him, willingly separating himself from me? Unheard of. Never in the history of forever had my twin ever given a damn about what I liked to refer to as: my personal bubble. Which, brought me to the conclusion that Light was hiding something. Not that I cared. I wasn't the one with boundary issues...Light could keep all the secrets he liked. What I took issue with was the nagging suspicion that whatever onii-chan was keeping from me somehow involved both his sudden attitude adjustment and the recent appearance of my unseen stalker (whom I had yet to locate).
But all of that crap took a back seat to my mental theatre of reoccurring nightmares; all of which ranged from eerily familiar to dear-lord-how-could-I-have-missed-that. Last night's featured a clean-cut, teenage boy with a penchant for world domination. Little by little, pieces began trickling back into place until one morning— my eyes snapped open. Subconsciously, I dialogued my symptoms. Breathing haggard. Forehead sweaty. But otherwise I think I handled the realization that my brother was a criminal mastermind hell-bent on cleansing the planet, and the whole 'I'm reliving a Japanese fairy tale' thing, pretty freaking well. At least I was, until I took two steps out of bed and promptly vomited up my guts...and then fainted. Thankfully not in the puke. Small favors, I guess.
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A firm voice and a set of even firmer hands shook me into wakefulness.
"Minori—Minori. Come on, girl. Open your eyes."
Huh? The voice sounded worried—whoever that was. But nope. No can do. Even the thought of cracking my lids sounded painful. More shaking. More head-throbbing. Fine, I'd try anyway. Instantly, the aching harbored behind my eyeballs escalated. Lovely. I overlooked it like a champ however. More important things to think about. Like why was I on the floor? And it took me a stilted second—but why was everyone crowded in my bedroom? Seriously, the whole brigade. Soichiro was crouched overhead, holding my shoulders; Mom lingered behind him with anxious eyes while grasping Sayu's hand. They all looked pale. What was going on?
Also where was Light? Was he even going to snub me on my deathbed, 'cause that's how everyone was acting. It took a considerably amount of effort but I eventually located him on the opposite side of the room, gathering what looked like a box of medicinal supplies. Okay…drawing a blank. Who was hurt? I attempted to sit up but Dad nudged me back down. Confused, I then reached for Sachiko but in the process, grazed my forehead. It stung and my knuckles came back red. Oh. It was me.
"Careful, Minori. Try not to move; you hit your head when you collapsed." It was Light who spoke. He'd migrated to kneel by the left of me, perpendicular to our father.
I didn't reply, instead I stared openly at my twin as he and Dad put up a team effort to patch my bleeding cranium. He caught my gaze and I hurriedly let it drop. Why did I feel unease? Senselessly, I giggled, causing the men to share a concerned look. Soichiro must have finally had enough because right then he lifted me from under the armpits and deposited my deadweight body onto my mattress. I took a seat cooperatively; my banged up head and blurry memory made it feel like I was tiptoeing in the twilight zone.
"How are you feeling, dear?" Mom asked, shuffling to stand closer.
I answered as lucidly as possible. "Fine. A little dizzy, I guess. I fainted?"
"Yeah, I heard it from across the hall, Mi-chan. I was so scared you'd got hurt!" Sayu cried with clasped fingers.
"Like I said. I'm fine. I probably just tripped on the way to the bathroom," I assured, eyeballing the vacant ground for signs of clutter or a treacherous floor board.
Suddenly Light's fingers were grazing my forehead, making me flinch. He either didn't notice or didn't care to address the fact. "You have a fever," he stated tonelessly.
My eyes widened. Really? Besides the pounding in my temple, I didn't feel sick at all. But then again, I was pretty sure that was my barf puddle Mom was currently laying a towel over.
"You should stay home today."
"Umm—Okay," I agreed. "But shouldn't you be at work?" I glanced at my bedside alarm. Indeed, Dad was due at the precinct fifteen minutes ago. And if Light didn't hurry he'd be late to school as well.
"Yes. Sayu caught us right as I was out the door. If you're sure you're alright, I'll leave now." He waited for me to nod, before placing a chaste peck on my forehead, mindful of my bandages and exited the room. Mom followed right behind, after tentatively patting my arm and promising me some fresh tea.
"I'll see you after class, 'k Minori-chan. We can play cards or something."
"Sure, Sayu."
My eyes trailed over to the final occupant. Light was wearing his trademark expression (which, by the way, was better suited for a rock) and I almost wanted to joke: "why so serious", in my best Heath Ledger impression. But batman wasn't a thing here so he wouldn't get it. It'd probably just earn me one of his patented 'I'm not amused' looks. Internally I sighed. Really, what was up with him.
"Shouldn't you be going too?"
He arched a brow, taking a seat beside my ankle. "Trying to get rid of me already?"
"You have a test in Jap Lit."
"I could stay if you like."
"Unnecessary. I'm probably just going to sleep it off, anyway. Whatever it is."
Light's frowned slightly. "If that's what you want," he finally assented, straightening. "I'll pick up your homework on the way back."
"I'd rather you picked me up some dango." I muttered, flopping into my pillows. "Or boba."
Light glanced over his shoulder on his way out the door—a rare gleam in his eyes. "I'll think about it." And then he was gone. I guess that means everything was alright between us after all. Was it really all my imagination? He could have just been busy the past couple days.
Burrowing further into my pillows, I scrutinized the ceiling panels. Fainting, huh? I'd never fainted before in my life. Either of them. Maybe, I had just tripped. Grumbling about eventually picking up my room, I arranged my blankets into a comfy little nest and settled back to wait out my concussion. It was only when I was nearing the brink of sheep-sleep that my brain finally decided to quit being a lazy-butthole and recollect some essential information.
Haphazardly, I shot out of bed, ignoring the resulting blue birds and firecrackers cluttering my vision.
Light—Kira—Death Note.
Ah, eff. I was so screwed.
AN: Dun Dun DUN! The plot thickens. Have any of you ever had dango? It's actually pretty good. You just have to get used to the texture. Anyway... I'm at a cross roads concerning future chapters. Inevitably, I'm going to chose what I feel is best, but please let me know if you'd prefer to see the canon ending or something AU.