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I'm back with the newest chapter! Just a note, I know I've been doing chapters in one for every day so far, but this has a couple of days rolled into one for various reasons.
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1252 hours,
02 days after my life ended.
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Light had the brains to straighten up and go down professional. I didn't.
Light came up. I didn't.
Light's always been the smart one, the strong one, the beautiful one.
I haven't.
I would have died.
But Light saved me. Because he's Light; what can't he do?
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0026 hours,
03 days after my life ended.
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It was the cold that burnt me and the rocking motion that froze me in place. It was the coughs and shivers from someone else the kept me silent and the searing pain racking through me that numbed my body. It was a night of contrasts and pain and waiting.
Waiting until the nightmares stopped and my brain started to work and I could wake up and tell Light I was sorry and that I was okay and that I wasn't going to hold us back anymore. But that was a while away. Until then, I would listen to his panicked whispers and sighed silently when he doused my aching body in warm water and kneaded my muscles out of their painful cramping and bound my ankle and hopefully waited for my fever to break.
Until then, I was stuck with the dreams.
I dreamed a lot of things. The happier ones, the ones I didn't mind, were of Light and my mother and sometimes in the background a blurry figure who may have been the dad I barely knew. Of my sparkly lip gloss and my cat and my friends.
The unhappy ones were filled with cold and running and blood and pain. Girls with coldcoldcold eyes and strange dresses laughing at me just like the ones at school who told me I just wasn't good enough. With my mother hanging in chains, drowned in her own blood and Light looking like a mess when he was always perfect. These dreams made me want to whimper and hide my face away like I had as a child. These dreams made me want to cry out and keep crying until it all ended and I didn't need to anymore.
Time passes slowly when you want it to go faster. I was eager to wake up, and that kept me asleep.
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2059 hours,
04 days since my life ended.
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Cool rags were placed on my head. My sweaty clothes were changed. Cool water was poured into my mouth and soothed my sore throat. Sometimes through my fever I saw blurry shapes standing over me, murmuring in equally blurry voices.
I had some vague recollection that we had changed location. Grey walls caged me now, instead of the red-brick of my earlier waking.
Pain and heat surged up to steal my breath and thoughts. I let the tide pull me under again.
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0301 hours,
05 days since my life ended.
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Same old, same old. But the dreams were less confusing now. I sighed into them, relaxing in the lessening heat of my body and absent shivering.
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1043 hours,
06 days since my life ended.
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I hit the surface and broke through.
My eyes flickered open and the first thing I noticed was the absence of Light. Through hazy dreams and nightmares born from sickness, I'd been aware of his presence by my side and now he was gone. When I woke up to room of grey cracked walls behind peeling, faded wallpaper, I was alone. I went into an automatic panic, checking for bars and when finding none, my imagination supplying them for me. Hyperventilation came next and I shoved a fist in my mouth to muffle a scream.
I'd always been a claustrophobic person. Ever since I'd been locked in the sports room on my first day of school. Light was perfect, untouchable by petty jealousy. But his little sister was not.
"Whoa there, darlin'. Calm the fuck down."
My head snapped up to the suddenly open door. A boy was lounging against the frame, his dull eyes riddled with amusement. My eyes flickered over his features; too many earrings, spiked hair and a squashed-looking face. My breathing began to slow from panic and became a steady and wary beat.
"Ryuk. Where's Light?"
My brother's follower did his creepy chuckle-laugh thing that gave me shivers down my spine. I've always hated Ryuk, and know for a fact he's bad news. For some reason, Light keeps him around. I watched nervously as Ryuk leisurely lifted the bottle in his hand to his lips. I scowled angrily as he took his time. Apple cider. Who drinks that? Fucking weirdo.
Our dislike was mutual. Ryuk was deliberately taking his time with it. Suddenly a thought struck my slow-moving brain and I gasped. Why was he here? Where was here? He could be with them!
I was on my feet in an instance, ignoring the dizzy rush and dull throb that rocked through my body. I reached for the first thing I could find without really looking and brandished it at Ryuk.
"Where's Light?" I snarled viciously. I've always hated Ryuk. Always.
"Put that thin' down!" Ryuk replied, no longer lounging. He had his eyes fixed on the empty cider bottle in my hand. They flickered up to my face quickly. He looked surprised. He would be. I haven't always been this jumpy. But he was still taking too long.
"I won't ask you again!" I threatened, shaking my hand. Ryuk narrowed his eyes and shrugged angrily. His fists clenched and I knew his loathing for me had increased.
"Crazy bitch. Your brother's in the next room. He's in no better state than you were last night."
All thoughts of Ryuk vanished in an instant. The bottle made a crashing sound as it shattered on the floor and I heard Ryuk swear behind me as I pushed past him. It was a small house, and crappy. Ryuk's house. I saw no one else around before I shoved the room of the next bedroom open. I vaguely wondered where his parents were, but Light demanded all of my attention.
I was by the old, steel-framed, hopital-style bed in an instant. I ran a hurried hand through his sweat mattered hair and pressed a hand to his forehead. It was burning. I frowned worriedly. If he was anything like I was, he would be uncomfortable.
I watched him toss and turn and fill the air with shallow, hollow breathing in silence. Now that he was in front of me, my rush had disappeared. In the silence I heard Ryuk enter the room. I glanced at him over my shoulder, frown still present. He ran a hand through his hair and sighed.
"You should be thankin' me. Light brought you here all sick and that. Like drowned rats, I thought. And Light's always been an interestin' guy. So I le' you in."
I winced and a tiny lick of guilt crept into my chest. So what if I didn't like him? He'd helped us and I'd gone crazy on him. I felt a rush of nausea and pains accompany the guilt. I was never swimming again. I blinked tiredly.
"Sorry about that. I panicked. I'll clean it up. And thanks."
Ryuk met my eyes for a moment, his dull black ones seeming to consider, then he did his horrible chuckle-laugh again. A grin crossed his face and he lent back against the wall casually, as he always did whenever there was something to lean on.
"No problem darlin'."
I fought and involuntary shiver and turned back to Light. I observed my brother's distressed face worriedly. He must've had a reason for bringing us here. I didn't know what was going on, and I didn't know much about Ryuk, but I did know it wasn't an easily made decision. He might be saying 'trust Ryuk'.
Or he could have been desperate and delusional with fever . . .
I closed off the thought and used the over-long sleeve of the shirt I was wearing (probably Light's) to wipe some sweat off his forehead. He'd gotten sick nursing me; I intended to repay the favour. Without the 'get sick' part. I looked again at Ryuk. He must have nursed us both before I woke up. I didn't like him, but he sure did like Light. I settled onto my knees and pulled down the hem of my shirt as a thin pillow.
"I'll look after him, you can rest a little. And thank you again."
Ryuk didn't move, instead he took a swig of cider and swirled the remaining liquid around the bottle thoughtfully. I watched in confusion.
"I should get some rest. I'm guessing I won't be gettin' a lot for while after this."
I narrowed my eyes. Did he intend to help us? Or did he just think we were trouble?
"That depends on you," I said as levelly as I could manage. Ryuk tilted his head at me, that thoughtfulness still lurking in his dark eyes. Then his face broke into another grin and he started to laugh in the earnest. I waited for him to finish calmly; Ryuk hid all his words within empty jokes and laughter.
Ryuk continued grinning after his amusement died down somewhat.
"I suppose it does."
He swaggered out the door.
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"Just get into bed Sayu, I'll sing you a song."
"But Onii-chan, what if you get sick too?"
"It doesn't matter."
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