A/N: Misa-Misa applies to college- gasp! This ficlet was supposed to be its own thing originally, but then I couldn't think of anything for Misa's app, so this happened. The quote is from the cover of my journal in which I draft fics. It's in French. I am not fluent, but I thought the mirror thing was significant enough to write about.
I do not own Death Note in case you were wondering.
University H Application Form
Name: Misa Amane
DOB: 12/25/84
Prospective major: Creative Writing
Religion (optional): Church of Kira
Favorite book: Death Note
For the creative writing major, we request that you submit a work that you feel best demonstrates your potential as an artist, thinker, visionary, and future citizen of the University of H. In the spirit of adventurous musing, your work may be on any topic, in any genre: poetry, nonfiction, fiction, etc. Take a little risk, and have fun. In the interest of our readers' sanity and time, however, we ask that you limit yourself to 500 words.
Meme dans le miroir, j'ai des oreilles, de malheureuses oreilles.- Even in the mirror, I have ears, ears of misfortune.
1. The creature crouched behind her. It was a gorilla-like nightmare in jagged, bleached bones, while she was a lesson in quintessential human charm: doll face, doll body, doll movements as she ran a brush through silk strands. She listened as the creature spoke of numbers that did not hover above her head because she carried a little black book. She listened as it spoke of many things, things that she did not comprehend. But it didn't matter, because when she looked in the mirror and said, "I see," she meant it like this: "I see myself and him, and I see my numbers going down as his goes up."
I'd give my life for him.
She did not say this aloud, but the creature knew and resented it. Its ears stung as it heard the fated words, saw the numbered days ticking downwards.
2. The creature crouched behind her again, the same heap of calcified ridges and dried fossils, but she did not recognize it. Her porcelain face paled further, her baby blue eyes widened more, but the mirror didn't lie. The hand over her mouth was realer than any nightmare.
She listened as it spoke of things she did not comprehend, watched the cat-like eyes in the mirror, frantically thought, "How does it know?"
Because what it said was the golden truth: she loved Tsuki more than life itself. And even if everything else it said was meaningless, this was the truth, and the creature was a messiah.
It was, though, a ghastly messenger; it told her the gospel of her love, the word of the light. That she and he had been supreme in the realm of numbers and justice, once, made perfect sense to her.
Her eyes tingled as the creature floated away, its yellow eyes piercing until the last. Misfortune never occurred to her.
3. He and she were reunited now on the throne of numbers and justice. Scratch that: he was on the throne, and she was on a little footstool off to the side, but if she realized it, she didn't care. Just being near him was enough for her. The golden age of truth was about to descend, if only they could eradicate those pesky brats that lived across the ocean.
But he would take care of it; she knew he would, so she cheerily attended to choosing her outfit for the day. Red dress or green dress, she started to ask him, but the bathroom door was closed. She crept closer, and over the flow of water, she just barely heard him ponder sororicide.
The tall mirror propped next the bed beckoned, and she stared. Two shattered eyes greeted her, and ears of misfortune.