Vicious
a collection of mild Death Note horror stories
before I am asked, no, I don't own Death Note, if I did it would have been bloodier, as my reader knows.
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2. Mirror Image
It really was a lovely mirror. It had a silver frame the curled elegantly around its reflective glass and little rubles that spotted its curls. The surface was clean, unblemished, unscratched, like liquid perfectly untouched.
L had very little use for it. He had it put in the back room where it was very seldom used by himself. There was something that didn't sit right about it with him, so he refused to confront the thing if he couldn't help it.
Light, however, loved the mirror. He often looked in it and admired how nicely it suited him, his face being one perfect for a mirror reflection. Everyday he gazed into it and echoing the Wicked Queen, he would murmur softly so no one would hear a question of his fairness. Of course, his mind answered him as the mirror did;
"You are the fairest one of all."
L often found this amusing and teased the poor conceited boy to his wit's end about it. To him, looks were rather frivolous things that were easily dismissed. Often his jabs were ignored, largely due to the rude tone they had. Light didn't like teasing. It ruined his complexion.
Once, L had made a small remark that if, God forbid, Light should ever lose his precious mirror, he would fall to pieces. Light had come to the final straw and was so intensely bothered by this that he turned what was light-hearted (if not eerily truthful ) remark into a heated argument turning quickly into a fist fight.
Angry beyond belief, Light, attempting to prove L wrong, punched the mirror. The glass shattered and cut his fist, making it bloody. L rolled his eyes. The fight had gotten boring anyways and Light's immaturity was irksome at best. He turned boredly on is heels and continued forward. He would have continued this way if not for a horrible scream that erupted behind him.
He whipped around to see Light's eye had fallen out. But not just his eye, a giant chunk of the boys face, like a glass shard. Barely had he time to breathe that the boy shattered like the mirror, a million little pieces of Light scattered across the floor. It was useless to say really, but L felt it necessary any ways to make a final remark.
"I told Yagami-kun so."
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A.N. Well, I suppose I'm the only one who found it funny…