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.
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Destroy She Said
Chapter Thirteen : Strategy
Walking was one of my oldest methods of coping. There was just something about the continuous, receptive movement that kept my thoughts linear and brain from combusting. Back in Molly's life, I'd taken up track for that exact purpose. The whole week before senior year midterms, I had nearly worn a hole in both my sneakers from all the laps I took. Here, however, I had no such outlet. This body wasn't equipped to handle much in the way of physical activity—which wasn't always a bad thing. PE was at least one class I didn't have to try extra hard to suck at, because I legitimately did.
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I didn't think about it often, but sometimes my mind wandered—and I compared Molly Danes to Minori Yagami. Molly had been of average height, possessed a nest of unruly, reddish hair, pale eyes, and minimal curves. She'd been ordinary in appearance; having dated casually through school despite having openly preferred books and essay papers to real people.
Exterior wise, Minori was Molly's polar opposite. She was taller than her counterpart, though forever dwarfed beside Light. Her form was softer, bowed, and more feminine than Molly's ever wished; with heaps of chestnut hair a shade darker than her twin's and matching eyes.
Molly…Minori…Whoever I was—preferred my plainer self. I missed it's agility and sun-kissed freckles. The way it always looked a little too boyish in sweatpants and too childish in skirts. I missed the family it had once belonged to, and the siblings it resembled. But most of all, I missed how carefree that girl's life had been before she'd gotten everything taken away. But here, Molly Abigail Danes, never existed. At least not in this world—dimension—wherever the heck I was. Instead I was someone else's daughter, friend, and coincidentally, sister to an alleged mass murderer. And I didn't even have the muscle index required for a half-decent run. Talk about cruel.
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All of this lead to me kneeling on the carpet, clutching Light's dirtiest of secrets and trying my best to cope in other ways. Like problem solving. I was good at that. So what was the plan? What was I supposed to do now? What could I do? Flicking through the death note, it was obvious that Light had already slain at least a hundred people already—and there would probably be another dozen added tonight if his current rate was any indication.
Should I talk to him? Turn him in? It would be easy. Soichiro would likely be making contact with L soon, if he hadn't already. I could just hand it over and claim to have found it accidentally. No more criminals would die and Light would be in a cushy jail cell. Problem solved. Except, what if the government decided to take it one step further and execute him?! I couldn't sentence my brother to death—or prison. Who was I kidding? I was incapable of betraying Light. That was like going against every facet of my DNA.
Fidgeting, I tapped out a rhythm on my knee cap. What-do-I-do-what-do-I-do-what-what-what
I could burn it. If Kira didn't have his tool, how was he going to pull off world domination? No more deaths, the 'Legend of Kira' would just fade into history—and most notably, Light would be off the hook. But what reassurance did I have that he wouldn't just start up again. He'd most likely retain him memories without relinquishing ownership and knowing Light, he'd persevere. Who's to say Ryuk wouldn't swipe a third from the shinigami realm just for the fun of it.
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And then, there was also the distinct possibility that Light would figure out exactly who set his dreams ablaze, quite literally, in the first place. He was bound to be furious. Beyond furious, even. It was a foreign concept that Light would ever intentionally hurt me…but he'd changed. The death note was changing him. What guarantee did I have that Light wouldn't turn on me. I'd read the books. I knew how he functioned. He specialized in using people then tossed them aside. It's what happened to Misa and Takada, and…damn it, what was his name. The DELETE guy. Ugh—Stress was seriously beginning to eat away at my frontal lobes. Whatever. Moral of the story was that I couldn't trust Light not to retaliate. (I'd be lying if I said that sentiment alone didn't send shivers down my spine) Which left me in a tricky situation. For now it was best to stay under his radar until I came up with a more concrete strategy.
Sighing, I pushed off the floor, losing my balance twice before managing to replace the notebook. This was so over my head it was practically in outer space. I should just make a run for it. Light was applying for To-Oh next week. Maybe I should just opt out of college altogether and say I want to study abroad—and then conveniently disappear off the face of the earth. Running away from my problems probably wasn't the noblest of choices, but honestly, what sane person would stick around to see their brother spiral into madness and the planet right along with him. But Light would never approve; he might even try sabotaging my chances—and what about Sayu? I couldn't leave her knowing perfectly well what kind of misfortune Light would eventually bring down on her—and the rest of the family.
Muttering about the unfairness of life, I closed Light's drawer, simultaneously returning his pen. For now I was going to stop brainstorming—head injuries and thinking weren't a great combination and now I had a hell of a migraine to prove it.
Just then I heard the front door open and shut.
"I'm home," called a voice as recognizable as my own; spoiler alert, it wasn't Sayu. My heart skipped, stuttered, and then came to a screeching halt and in a split-second my mind went from throbbing pain to all static.
AN: Cliffy! We meet again! I apologize to anyone who feels like the plot is slowing down-I promise it's not. I just need to do some paving for future chapters. Please leave a comment; for obvious reasons, I love them! :)