Death Note 4

If you thought the story was over… you where wrong.

She was falling. When BB saw her start to slip out of sight he let out a half scream, half cry.

"Noo… please!" he grabbed the floor and lunged to the window, fresh tears bubbling up.

"ahhheh!" he groped for her… and he caught a hand, a warm hand. He looked down, his eyes wide. She was hanging on to the very edge of the ledge, her hand bloody. She looked up at him, and scowled. He looked at her, dumbfounded.

"Naomi Misora…" he said her name and squeezed her hand tighter. But she let go of the ledge he was grabbing her hand. The wind blew in his face as he looked at her, his lips pulling back to grunt, pulling her from her hand, to the room.

"Stop!" she started to struggle. "I want this!" he saw a tear well up, as she was thinking about the body in the room behind him.

"Gah… I don't." Rue Ryusaki grunted and grabbed her wrist. But he hadn't gotten far when her hand slipped bit by bit.

"No!" he jumped. It felt like slow motion. Her smooth hand felt more solid. Her eyes grew closer as well as her waist. He grabbed her waist and breathed in the scent of her hair. It was like strawberry jam, his favorite. He laughed, relieved. But not until he noticed that the ground was getting closer and the air was blowing faster.

"Naomi! No..."He turned her, turning her by her hips, their foreheads touching for a moment. He turned her again, so that she was lying on her back, his head resting on the nape of her neck. She was lying so she was on his stomach. And so that his back was facing the sidewalk, his back was going to be crushed by the impact... a broken back would be a blessing.

"I guess you'll get your wish." He whispered and kissed her hair. They landed, a crunch filled the air. He gasped and found that his 'jam' was spilling from his mouth. His breath was becoming soft, barley heard by anyone, even Naomi. She was quivering, and so he kissed her again. She felt surprised that he would do this for her, even though the only emotions she had for him was hatred, and confusion. Beyond Birthday pulled Naomi close to his face, shaking, he said:

"G-good-bye….. Naomi… Misora… I….I...L-l-love… you…" He pulled her in one last time for a kiss. A sweet kiss that he would treasure for the while he was alive. As he pulled away he smiled slowly, his own blood flowing from his mouth this time, as she got up and looked at him.

"Hwk..ho..ha…good b-bye-" He gasped, eyes bulging, mouth wide. The blood that was freely flowing from his mouth, he licked. Misora let a tear slip through her fluttering eyelashes.

"I didn't mean for this to happen…" she kept a straight face and took his hand as people gathered, screaming for 911 and for help. But Naomi Misora knew it was already too late. He was bleeding out. His backbone was shattered and his neck broken. She held his hand.

"Naomi…" He licked his lips again, and smiled his cracked and bloody face soft and fading of color. "Good…" his eyes were like marbles, blood red marbles. She knelt down, pressing her face to his chest, smelling his body wash, peaches and cream. It seemed out of character. She got up and walked to the now arriving ambulance, and waved it down with her good hand.

"So miss, what happened here?" A police officer asked, his eyes on the two body bags going by, as if it was death itself.

"Well…" she looked down. "Can we go inside, to my apartment?"

"Yes, miss whatever you want. I'll just be right back." He walked away, walking towards the ambulance that patched up her broken arm. She walked up 13 flights of stairs and into the kitchen. The place where Raye had lay was a mass of red blood, along with shards of glass. She walked past the door to the corner, where the phone lay. She dialed the number and only had to wait for 2 rings before someone picked up.

"L."

"Naomi Misora." She started to break down in tears. "Oh god! He killed Raye! He killed Raye. He went too far!"

"I didn't know this would happen, Ms. Misora. I'm sorry." She couldn't tell if he was, but continued.

"He's dead, L. He died saving me. But he fell for it. He came… you were right." She watched her tears drip down onto the stained carpet.

"Good job, Ms. Misora. You did well." The synthetic voice said and sighed. "I am truly sorry." The line clicked and the phone grew silent. She hung it up and looked at her hands. The hands that had held BB, the murderer of her lover.

"Raye. Please. Give me some help here!" she crumpled to the ground and looked at the blood pool, where Raye had been only moments ago. And moments ago, he had been living.

The phone rang in her ears, taking her back to reality.

"this is Naomi Misora. Who is this?"

"Ms. Misora, this is Hideki Ide, I'm part of the police force. I just got a call from one of the hospitals nearby." She listened for more. "Your husband, Raye Penber is alive." She couldn't hear any more.

"W-what?" she gasped, trying not to cry, she didn't even bother correcting Hideki Ide from calling Raye her husband.

"He had a severe cut to the neck but it didn't hit any arteries. If you had checked for a pulse, it would be too faint to detect, his breathing would be as well." She looked at the phone for a moment and recalled that she hadn't done any of those things!

"So, when can I see him? Please, I need to see him." She heard him cough on the other line and ask the same question to someone else.

"You can go soon, but for now, he is in surgery. The cut wasn't on the artery but it was close, so you'll have to wait for now. He made a hell of a fight." She smiled softly and thought of BB. The smile on his lips, the dried blood around his mouth. And the red eyes of his.

"Okay. Thank you." She sighed and hung up. BB was dead. And now she could finally move on with her life, with Raye.

With a start, Kira, also known as Light Yagami, woke up in his bed. Suddenly he started to laugh, violently so that he almost fell off his own bed.

"What a silly dream. I can't believe I'm dreaming about Naomi Misora when she and her boyfriend are dead. Too bad. It would have been entertaining to kill BB." He let out a soft laugh and slipped under his covers again, drifting to sleep again, unaware that he had dreamed of a real criminal that he himself had killed, while looking for criminals on the internet.

THE END

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