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: A slightly shorter chapter this time around... but I've been slacking. Drabbles are meant to be small. Enjoy! A quick shoutout to everyone who reviewed last chapter; they were insanely fun to read.
Destroy She Said
Chapter Twelve : Discovery
Stay calm—remain calm. No panic attacks allowed here. In fact, this was a panic free zone. No need for hysteria. Yep. Take deep breaths. In…out…in…out...in…in…in… Oh great, was this hyperventilating? Was I hyperventilating? Another first for me.
Chaotically, I tumbled out of my bed and began pacing. And when that didn't help, I bent down and crab walked beneath the frame—I had to shove a couple boxes and stray slippers aside but I eventually managed to utterly seclude myself. Okay, this was better. Much better.
A lot of people were suspicious of monsters lurking below their beds—but few knew that under here was really the best place to hide from monsters. Especially, seventeen-year old valedictorians, with malicious alter egos. Oh, jeez. It was so wrong to think of Light in those terms. He was my brother—my twin—we'd grown up side-by-side. But, then there was also the other Light to consider. The one from the books back home. Were they even the same person? Could the little boy from my childhood, who'd given me piggyback privileges for the entire month my ankle had been sprained, really be the same narcissistic sociopath from Death Note?
No. This was crazy. I was crazy. One sandwich short of a picnic basket—several cents off a dollar—the fruitiest loop in the whole damn cereal box. Someone needed to lock me up and swallow the key; and then proceed to be fed to a tank full of sharks, 'cause no way was I qualified to deal this. Any of it. For all I knew, everything could have been coincidence—or—or a dream! I'd been playing make-believe from the very beginning so it was neatly within the realm of possibility that that's all any of this was. Pretend. In fact, that explanation was the most feasible. How long could a lucid dream last again? God, oh, God, oh…I squeezed my eyes shut, digging my finger nails into my T-shirt. This was just so messed up.
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I don't know how long I stayed down there but I'd started trembling at some point. Fortunately, my psychotic break was resolved shortly thereafter when common sense finally lost patience and back-handed me. I knew I was only making excuses for myself. If I wanted answers I'd have to go searching for them. Clearly, some investigatory work was in order. Starting with evidence; proof, that I wasn't going off the deep end. What I needed was—to find the notebook.
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I was ninety-point-nine percent sure that what I was about to do was not only unethical and a complete betrayal of trust—but also likely to get me in heaps of trouble if Light ever found out. It was another of his infamous double standards. Apparently, while my brother was permitted to invade my privacy and go through my possessions whenever he saw fit; the same didn't apply to me. At least not when he wasn't around to supervise. Which is probably why as I was edging past his doorway, despite the resounding dread, I briefly felt a smug sense of gratification at breaking one of his stupid rules. My inner-child was fist pumping all the way to his work station.
Any foreknowledge I retained came in handy while locating the death note, but it took me a good ten minutes to dole up the nerve to try opening the false bottom. If my memory was correct, Light had rigged the top drawer to violently explode if handled improperly. And because I had no desire for third-degree burns, I was beyond wary as I swiped one of the many ballpoint pens from his collection, got to my knees, and went about scrutinizing the wood beneath his desk. It didn't take me long to locate the small, round opening fashioned as a slot for my make-shift key. Painstakingly slow, I prodded the hole and watched as a thin plank of wood popped out revealing a cramped cubby underneath. For a full minute I just stared in astonishment. I hadn't wanted it to be true; but there the proof was. Half hidden beneath shadow, I could make out a smooth, flat object. Three guesses as to what that was. Well, man, this complicated things
AN: Yikes. I'm so excited to get the ball rolling... but in doing so I've met a few road blocks. No worries, though; I can handle it. Anyway, please review! They are like the wind to my sails and the caffeine to my work ethic. :)