Co-written by Lionhart280 and HybridDemon
Rating: M Not suitable for children or teens below the age of 16 with possible strong but non-explicit adult themes, references to violence, and strong coarse language.
Words: 1,085
Based upon: Deathnote
Chapter 4: Sacrifice
Misa closed her eyes and held her breath, trying not to breath in the stench surrounding her like a cloud of evil. It was horrible.
She gagged and coughed, spluttering out air in short gasps. It was so disgusting. Misa lifted her gaze to stare across at the nude man across from her, the only other person she had had contact with in weeks.
Like her, his legs were bound together and his wrists were handcuffed behind his back to the metal bars of the cage they were currently held captive in.
A few weeks ago, he parents had broken the horrible, life shattering truth to her. They were part of a famous cult in Japan known as Kira. It was made up of a society of mean and woman who worshipped the Shinigami, and Sacrificed first born virgin's eyes to them in the hopes that their lives would be spared and elongated in the future by the Death Gods.
And Misa was next on the list of sacrifices. She had cried, and then passed out from the drugs her parents had given her in the coffee she had just finished drinking.
When she awoke, Misa had found herself in this cage. The only thing she could see was this guy, who seemed on the verge of death.
What was to happen to her?
"Hunny, you have a visitor!" Ryou lifted his head from his homework to watch the door to his room open.
Through it came his mother, ushering in… Light?
"You forgot this at school," he muttered, and tossed his math textbook at him.
Ryou caught it, "Thanks…" he replied. His mother left. Light calmly closed and locked the door behind him.
"So," he said his voice sinister, "where is it?"
Ryou blinked, "Where's what?"
"Don't play stupid with me. The Death Note. You used it on Mrs. Hirame. Where is it? I need it back." Light stepped forward, looking angry.
Ryou backed up and inched up the chair. "What are you talking about, Light? What's a Death Note?" His eyes widened in shock. What the hell was this guy thinking!?
Light's eyes narrowed, before he turned a bit and seemed to focus on something in midair.
"Light, when a person gives up the Death Note, they forget everything about it," Ryuk whispered in Light's ear.
He considered, "Ryou, you sure you have no idea what I'm talking about?" Light asked, narrowing his eyes further. Ryou shook his head up and down, he seemed pretty sincere, "do you have the feeling you forgot something?"
Ryou paused, "Yeah actually as a matter of fact… Earlier in the alleyway, I got this weird sensation of De ja vu', like I forgot something really big."
Light stepped forward, "Where?"
Ryou put a finger to his chin, "In the alleyway, just over there," he pointed out the window towards the dark street.
"Thanks, you're a life saver!" Light then ran out of his room, grabbed his coat. He needed to find that book.
Misa lifted her head at the sound of creaking. She shielded her eyes as a sudden blast of light entered the dank room. Rough hands threw open the cage and hauled the pair out. They didn't even fight back, being far too weak and exhausted.
"Please…" Misa whispered, "I don't want to die…" Then her gaze went dark.
"Today," the man called out to the surrounding group of people, "We celebrate in the name of the Shinigami!" he brandished his hands, waving them as he spoke above the dais he stood before.
Chained to it was the unconscious man from earlier, he made quiet moaning sounds in horror as a golden plate was brought before the man. On it laid a long, thin, hooked blade of silver.
The man stared down at the captive in pity, "Bring It," he commanded. A smaller figure, clothed in a dark robe, scurried upwards and handed a black notebook to the larger figure.
He held it up for the surrounding group to see, they wearing identical robes. As they read the white letters scribed into the front of the black leather, all dropped to their knees and cried out in ecstasy.
Death Note.
As he leaned forward, the man grinned and whispered into the victim's ear, "Akechi, for bringing us this wonderful prize, you are the first to be sacrificed to the Gods. Rejoice!" Akechi sobbed in reply.
Euphilius, for that was who the man was, stood back up and held out a hand. The smaller robed figure handed him a thin pen, jet black with a skull embedded in the tip. This was another one of Kira's prized possessions, the pen of a Shinigami.
When used in conjunction with the Death Note, the Death Ink, for that was what the pen was referred to, could increase its powers even further. Not only was the holder of the pen granted the Shinigami's eyes without giving up half their life, but they could close their eyes while holding, and see a person's face just by whispering their name.
Yes, these two items together were extremely powerful. One could literally kill anyone in the world, just by knowing their name.
"Name?" Master Euphilius queried.
"Akechi Nomura," the smaller man replied, his voice hissing slightly.
Euphilius nodded, and then quickly scribbled in the Death Note. There was a pause, before he nodded to two men on either side of the dais. They began to remove the chains from Akechi, who continued to sob unstopping.
For a moment, he sat there, staring at the silver knife before him. Then he reached out with a shaking hand, and removed it from the plate.
"God, save me…" Akechi whispered as he held the knife up in front of his face. Misa covered her face and cried as his screams of agony hit her ears. She needed out.
Turning her gaze about the room, she realized the door out was completely unguarded. Everyone else was currently groveling on the floor, or had their attention on the gruesome scene in the center of the dark room. Misa fled, and no one noticed the slim girl exiting out.
As she ran outside, Misa suddenly realized she was completely nude. As another massive wave of hunger hit her, Misa collapsed on the side walk.
"Are you okay?" She heard faintly, before falling. She felt arms around her waist hoisting her up.
Without thinking, Misa asked, "Who are you?"
The kind stranger stared down at her in shock, "Light…"