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: I'm back! After a week long break, I'm ready to kick this story's ass. I don't have some fantabulous excuse to explain my absence, (besides school-related stress) but HAHA… like I'm going to let that stop me. Really quick, a HUGE, GIGANTIC, COLOSSAL thank you for all the reviews last chapter generated. I can't tell you how exciting it is for me to get so much positive feedback! Anyway, enough with the mushy stuff, without further ado: ENJOY!
Destroy She Said
Chapter Sixteen : Fear
So—my house was now being haunted by a giant levitating ape. (Think, Wizard of Oz—Witch of the West addition). Just like that but maybe a bazillion times scarier. Yep. That's what I got to deal with for now on; just on top of my already hectic schedule of school work, breathing techniques, and keeping below the radar of my possibly insane brother. Overall, just normal Minori stuff.
Back to the flying monkey situation; I think it's safe to say that I nearly swallowed my own tongue is horror when I caught my first glimpse of Ryuk. Understandable. How could I've forgotten about Light's invisible tag-along? Well, news flash, you haven't seen petrifying until you've come face to face with a shinigami. Imagine that. Needless to say, that was the furthest thing from my mind as I stared aghast at my midmorning visitor.
In that moment, possibly the longest of my life, I knew that he knew that I could see him. The creature hadn't spoke to me—just smiled. But then, Ryuk was always smiling from what I could remember—and it wasn't a pleasant. In fact, I'd place it on the complete opposite side of the spectrum. It was an unnatural, and twisted grin, displaying rows upon rows of sharp, crooked teeth and black gums.
I was very lucky to be 'alone' in the kitchen right then; because otherwise someone else, namely Light, would have spotted my knees quaking in sheer terror. As my bowl of porridge grew soggy, we'd stared at each other, motionless—until casually, he reached out a single gnarled hand and plucked an apple from the basket sitting adjacent to my breakfast. He nearly swallowed the thing whole as he drifted back up the stairs, all while I looked on in horrified fascination. I waited a full minute without so much as blinking before scampering right behind him and back beneath my bedframe; which was quickly becoming my new favorite place ever.
So here I was, plucking at the seams of my linens whilst keeping a sharp eye on my closed and locked door. Bathroom breaks were put on an indefinite halt until I was sure the coast was clear of any and all demonic monkeys. But on the flip-side, this behavior played well into my illness scheme. Scheme because it gave me a suitable excuse to avoid the rest of my family for the whole weekend. And by family, I of course mean…Light. Speaking of which, he'd pretty much followed my example and stayed secluded in his evil laboratory since yesterday. Our parents just assumed he were studying and I wasn't about to correct them.
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Something, note worthy occurred. That thing being nothing. Even after several hours, Ryuk the personal poltergeist, hadn't yet made a reappearance. My best guess was that he was sticking close to Light. Avoiding one was now just as easy as avoiding the other. Therefore I no longer had to go all secret-agent-style whenever I got hungry or had the urge to pee.
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I used my time in self-inflicted purgatory, to quietly contemplate my future as a law abiding citizen. Or more accurately, as member of the Yagami household. I needed to plan—and fast. I began by reevaluating some old ideas. Right off the bat, I dismissed confronting Light, (as it would likely result in my mysterious disappearance) and consulting my dad, (which would also likely result in my mysterious disappearance). Notice a recurring theme? It was rudimentary logic: Person-X vexes Kira—Person-X gets murdered by Kira. Basically, any steps I could possibly take to thwart Light lead to my inevitable annihilation. Simple. So, I had to be smarter than that. Which left me with a dilemma. If I wasn't going to martyr myself off to Light or be L's sacrificial lamb…what other choices did I have?
I flicked at a tiny house spider that was wandering a little too close for comfort.
Next came the customary getaway plans. Except, I'd already established that running was off the table. Pfft. Clearly, I was making this too difficult for myself. What it all came down to was: what did I seek to accomplish? That was easy. I wanted Ryuk to take his horrible notebook of death and high tail it back to the shinigami realm. I wanted Light not to be Kira. I wanted my family to be safe. I wanted my brother back—even though this altered version was better than nothing. What I wanted was to keep Light alive. But in doing so, did that mean I was aligning myself with the enemy? Could I even consider Light my enemy?
We'd never played on opposite sides of the field before. Even as children, our unspoken rule was that if we weren't team mates then the game wasn't worth playing. But this wasn't a game, was it? Perhaps not in the beginning, but eventually, that's all it would become. A competition between him and L—and then, him and Near. Winner got all, loser got a heart attack. But maybe I could change that. I wasn't guileless enough to think I could outsmart the two greatest minds of Japan...possibly the world. But maybe, just maybe I could form some ripples.
I had no interest in cleansing the planet, or whatever Brother's ultimate goal was but that didn't mean I was entirely against it either. Fundamentally, it was a gallant idea—creating a tranquil world everyone could enjoy. He was just going about it the wrong way. In the story, the only reason Light failed in his mission was because he lost sight of his main focus—peace. Instead, he was blinded by hubris and pride. That Light Yagami became a power hungry villain, with a pristine porcelain mask. Could I prevent my Light from treading the same distorted path?
In all fairness, I'd been no dummy in my past life. In fact, I'd spent most of it at the top of my class—even graduating a semester ahead of schedule. But I wasn't about to fool myself into thinking I was anywhere close to Light or L; we weren't even on the same field. Fortunately, I had an unfair advantage. So unfair, that I might actually stand a chance. As long as I kept my cards under the table—no—as long as neither found out I was even a contender; I could steal the game right out from under L's nose. I would just have to coordinate my moves with the players already on the board. If I was careful, neither L nor my brother would have any reason to suspect that there was someone else pulling strings behind the curtains. Yes. I could do it. But should I? Obviously my end game would be working in Light's favor. And from what I could recall, that Light wouldn't hesitate to use then discard anyone. Did that also apply to me? It was the million dollar question—the one I'd been mulling over for days.
Maybe the correct answer wasn't to cross my fingers and hope that our familiar bond prevails; but rather, to not even give him the option.
AN: *wipes forehead* Okay...thank god that's over. I hated writing this chapter-but good news, the next is going to be so much more exciting. Maybe. I don't want to jinx myself... just saying. As always, let me know of any mistakes you might find, and please leave a comment letting me know what you think.