Heyy Everybody! I'm back surprisingly quickly!
Here's the next part of the story. Sorry about it being boring and all, but it's mainly there for the purpose of setting up Sayu's mind-frame for this fic. I know Light hasn't really been in there much yet, but he will be!
Happy reading!
Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note or any associated characters and settings
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0800 hours,
01 days since my life ended
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I shifted in my uncomfortable position. I'd had spent the most horrible night of my life perched on a stairwell in some random neighbourhood. We ran for hours. By the time Light sat us down, I couldn't see straight, and my terror had been numbed to a dull throb in my chest. I don't remember a lot about last night, but I know I did a lot of crying. That's probably why I feel so washed out and empty, which is really a better feeling than anything else I could be right now.
I crouched lower behind the large bin, peering at the alley mouth suspiciously. The morning had been groggy for me, but I know Light was out grabbing stuff. Stuff we needed to not freeze on the next exposed night. Stuff we needed not to starve. Stuff we needed to . . . defend ourselves. At least I hoped so. I hadn't seen him in hours after he'd vanished from the stairwell with a hurried order to 'hide myself'.
He'd taken our backpack with him, but I still had my satchel. I reached a hand in and closed my grasping fingers around the first thing I found. I pulled it out and stared.
A tube of lip gloss. I trailed my pinkie finger over the surface of the container. There was a myriad of different shaped sparkles embedded in the clear gel. I'd bought to get the attention and envy of my friends, and perhaps of a few cute guys. My fist clenched convulsively around the tube and I lifted back my arm.
The tube made a clattering sound as the plastic struck the brick wall opposite me. I turned away and tucked myself further into the side of the bin. Even now, everything still seemed like a dream. It was a foggy, hazy morning, and I still felt the weights of sleep on my eyes. I didn't particularly feel like waking up yet.
A scuffling noise on the other side of the bin made me stiffen. Panic welled in my throat and I agreed with the little voice in the back of my mind that told me I was going to be caught and trapped and killed by someone who I didn't know and I didn't know why. Light hadn't told me and I didn't want to ask because it scared me.
I fought back a scream as the scuffle got closer, then blinked. Beady yellow eyes stared at me from above a pink, twitching nose. The rat caught my gaze, and then went back to its task of hauling a piece of mouldy bread across the alley. I watched; still tense. I slowly leaned back and eventually sagged against the wall again once the flickering tail vanished into a sewage pipe in the asphalt. I slumped even further into the ground.
What was wrong with me?
My stomach rumbled, as if attempting to answer the question. I firmly told it that I was not so hungry yet as to lust after a piece of mouldy bread. Light would bring back food with him and have a plan. When he made everything better, I could go back to my normal life and somehow mum would be back in the kitchen and dad would be sitting in front of the TV and we'd be fine again. Then I caught myself; when, Light made everything better?
Wasn't I already anticipating days of hunger ahead? Wasn't I waiting for someone to come grab me? Didn't I know that somehow, my life was never going to be the same? I was pretending, because I wasn't like Light. I wasn't the strong one, the smart one, the beautiful one. I was pretending because I couldn't handle it. My mouth tightened.
It was time to face facts. It was time to wake up.
MY mother was dead.
My father was gone.
We were being hunted and only Father knew why.
Light couldn't do this alone, dragging a dead weight.
I stood up decisively. I wasn't a genius, or athlete, but I was good enough. I would have to be. I tipped my satchel up and spread its contents out on the ground with my fingers. It was school stuff; a pencil case, some notes that had been passed in class, textbooks, chewing gum, sunglasses and a hair tie. I threw the notes in the bin, along with the textbooks and pencil case. The hair tie went around the loose and bedraggled bundle that was my hair, forcing it into a bun. I popped a stick of chewing gum in my mouth; it was mint. The sunnies rested in my hair. I closed the satchel again and looked up in time to see my brother slide smoothly into the alley.
Light looked like shit, which was a real wake-up call. Light was perfect. But not anymore. His hair was mussed, but he wasn't covered in blood, which made him look a damn sight better than me. I had avoided thinking about whose blood covered us. The backpack looked smaller now, and I saw the sleeve of my favourite turtle-neck sweater in Light's arms.
He approached me carefully, cautious eyes taking in my hair and glasses. I must've been bad when he'd left me. He relaxed when he got closer and I felt the smallest bit of inappropriate pride that I didn't look as fucked as I felt. Light probably felt fucked too, but we had a job to do, and maybe I'd find out what was going on soon.
"Here."
I took the offered sweater and tracksuit pants quickly, and making a quick hand gesture. Light took the message and turned around instantly. It would be stupid to ask for a changing room at this point. I dropped my blood-streaked school uniform to the ground with one shudder. It felt good to have it off. I retied my shoe laces for good measure and stood, carelessly tossing my discarded clothes in the bin.
"You can turn around now."
Light nodded slowly. "What's next," I asked when he was facing me. I kept my face blank. I saw his gratefulness for my recovery in his eyes.
"I know roughly where we're heading. We have to stay low, so a lot of running is next."
He reached into the backpack and rummaged before pulling out a yogurt and fruit bar. He handed it to me with an apology in his eyes. I took it silently and slipped into my satchel. I didn't really feel hungry anymore. There was nothing else to say; Light didn't have time to explain things now.
"Let's go."
Light moved to the alley mouth. I made to follow him, but something caught the scant sunlight and sparkled briefly in my eye. I turned my head to investigate and identified the object almost immediately.
"Wait."
I didn't hear Light's reply- if he gave one- as I jogged across the alley. I stopped in front of the object and scooped it up. It caught the sunlight again and I winced in the small glare. The lip gloss was dirty now, but the tip was clean.
I weighed it appraisingly in my hand for a moment, ignoring Light's look of confusion. Then I slipped the lid off it and pressed some to my lips, popping them afterwards. Light coughed in surprise as slipped it into my satchel. I spun on my heel and gave him a small smile.
"I'm ready now."
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"I want some Onii-chan!"
"No, Sayu, make-up is only for grown-ups."
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