I Love You
December 25th, 2015. It was the fifth Christmas we got to spend together. We were twenty. We had graduated from Wammy's and decided to move out. An apartment not too far from Wammy's was available for two and we took it.
I took a job as a part-time detective, and Half had joined me. We earned money this way and got a small plastic tree for Christmas. We had split our other spending money between us and go each other a gift.
We were sitting on the rug by the tree with the lights dimmed. Half was smiling and holding a cup of hot chocolate, gesturing for me to open my gift. I sighed and shrugged, setting my own cup of cocoa down to open the brightly colored package. What she got me, I was a bit worried.
I picked up the package and gave her a look. "Open it!" she sang, smiling like a jack-o-lantern. I sighed and started peeling the wrapping off, only to see leather. I blinked and pulled the wrapping off and smiled.
"Thanks." I whispered and put an arm around her shoulder.
"You can use the journal to do anything you want. Write stories, use as a writing pad, anything you want." she replied, leaning into me.
"Thanks. Sounds like it will come in use." I smiled, kissing her cheek. I didn't want to give her my present now. I was afraid she'd turn it down.
I pulled a small box from my pocket ad fingered it for a few moments. She tilted her head and hid her annoyance with the fact it was small. "What is it?" she asked, setting her cocoa down, holding her left hand out.
I untied the ribbon and carefully took the lid off, revealing a diamond ring. She gasped and froze, watching it silently.
"Half... I love you. You can say no..." I whispered and held my hand out for her left hand, which had dropped in astonishment. "If you say yes... Just know that this was my mum's... It means a lot. It would mean even more if you said yes..."
She hesitantly put her had in mine and smiled a watery smile. "Y-Yes...of course..." she whispered.
It was my turn to watch her with amazement. I squeezed her hand for a few seconds before gently slipping the ring onto her finger. I pulled her close and hugged her tightly. "I love you, Half..." I whispered.
She smiled and pulled back, a tear of happiness sliding down her cheek. I leaned forward and pressed my lips to her's, wrapping my arms around her waist, pulling her close. She didn't pull away, instead leaning a bit into me.
We sat like that for a few minutes before I gently pulled away with my own watery smile. "I love you..." we both whispered at the same time, and leaned into each others hug. We laughed a few times and pulled away from each other.
February 28th was the day we decided. It had no relation to either of our families, and it wasn't February 29th.
The whole day went swimmingly. Only a few people came - Mr. Wammy, and a bunch of the older Wammy's kids. We got home late and crashed from starvation and dehydration. We hardly had any energy left to order pizza or take-out from anywhere.
We didn't exactly crash, but hadn't even bothered to change when we got home. We flopped into bed and fell asleep after talking for about an hour before I fell asleep. I think she fallen asleep half an hour after me.
October 13th, 2018. Half was annoyed as hell with me. I just kept smiling at her, assuring her everything would be fine, that we'd live through it together.
Let's just say she wasn't too happy that it was our first time and our first one. It had been nine months, and she wasn't looking forward to this.
I'm not going into details because I'm sure she's be even madder at me if I did. It was almost midnight until I was finally able to see her again.
We were thinking it was a boy - or well, that's what the doctors had told us - and had decided on one name. We only settle down to one name because Half was already annoyed at me as it was. We had chosen the name Charlie Christian Daniels.
Our hopes were crushed. It was a girl. We couldn't think of anything better, so her name was Charlie Marie Daniels.
July 13th, 2034. Charlie was fifteen and was always caught staring out the window. Her hair had grown to be a dark reddish brown that was almost black. Her eyes were brown. She looked like Half did when she was fifteen.
I swore under my breath as I tried to find the leather notebook Half had given me for Christmas eighteen years ago.
"Something wrong, Dad?" Charlie asked me. She tore her gaze from the window and adjusted her top. "Looking for something?"
I sighed and shook my head. "Its alright, Char. I can find it." I replied and kicked over a box. We had moved into my parents' home a month before and still hadn't unpacked everything. The box spilled out the notebook, a box of matches, a feather duster, and a few other books, including my copy of Riverside Shakespeare.
"You sure?" Charlie asked, raising her eyebrows. I heard a growl from the next room over.
"What did you break, Tam?" Half called from the other room, not sounding amused.
"Nothing!" I replied, bending down and rubbing my foot with a curse. "Just moved a box and dropped it, that's all!"
"Liar!" she shot back, coming into the room. I smiled innocently at her. "What did you break?"
"My foot. The books, matches, and feather duster are fine. My foot on the other hand..." I sighed and winced as I pressed on it to keep it from hurting.
"Baka." she hissed and walked over to me, bending down next to me. "What did you do...?" she asked gently, brushing her hand across my foot.
"Kicked the box...?" I replied sheepishly. She sighed and kissed my cheek. I smiled slightly and kissed her for a few seconds. "I love you." I said simply and stood up.
"Hey! If it's broken I wouldn't be putting any pressure on that." Half replied and forced me down onto the couch. Charlie snickered.
I shot her a glare, only for my eyes to flash red. I still had the Death Note after twenty four years. I still had the Shinigami Eyes, as well. The Death Note was hidden in my Riverside Shakespeare. Perfect hiding place because neither Half nor Charlie will touch it.
Half shot me a glare for giving Charlie a glare. I looked up at her and smiled, giving Charlie the same smile. My eyes flashed red again when I saw Half.
"Excuse us, Charlie. I need to talk to your father." Half said quietly, grimly. I froze. She saw that? Charlie nodded an stood up, running upstairs. Half closed the curtains and folded her arms across her chest.
I swallowed hard and watches Half with a touch of fear in my green eyes. "What just happened with your eyes, Taman?" she asked grimly, glaring at me. She saw that.
I looked up at her, looking her straight in the face. My eyes turned red. "January 17th, 2068." I whispered.
She froze an watched her. "What I that date?" she asked quietly, hesitantly.
"Your deathday..." I whispered. I wasn't going to-
"Why do you know that?" she asked, folding her arms across her chest, sticking her left fingers up the arm of her right sleeve. Whoever let her wear long sleeves in the middle of summer was strange.
"Because... I made a Trade with somebody a long time ago. The Trade let's me see when people are going to die." I responded truthfully.
She pulled a knife from her shirt and watched me with a glare. "When is Charlie gonna die?" she asked quietly.
"October 30th, 2099." I whispered, watching the knife.
"When are you going to die?" she asked.
"I don't know." I replied almost silently.
"Today." she responded, advancing upon me. "I've had enough of this. You've been hiding something from me for twenty four years, Taman. What is it you've been hiding?" she asked, sitting down next to me, pressing the knife to my throat.
I froze and watched her with wide eyes. "You won't believe me until you touch it. You don't know where it is, so you ca-"
"Where and what is it?" she asked, pressing the knife a bit more into my throat. I felt a bead of blood be drawn. I thought it would end this way.
"Death Note. Hidden in my Riverside Shakespeare. Page 117, based on the day we met. January seventeenth, two thousand ten." I whispered faintly.
She watched me for a few seconds. "Why does that ring a bell? Death Note? Why don't i remember anything about it?" she asked, unintentionally pressing a bit harder. I froze and my breath caught. She looked to me and pressed harder. "I wanted to kill my mother this way. But no. She had to be shot down by the police." she hissed.
My vision was fading and I could feel the blood slipping from my throat. "Half... I-I love... You... I'm sorry... Love... Heather..." I gagged, pleading her with my eyes to stop, but in my heart I knew it wouldn't work.
"Nobody... Calls me.. HEATHER!" she shrieked ad pressed as hard as she could, sliding the knife across my throat. I gagged and tried to keep from coughing because I knew it was useless. I gagged and blood slipped from my mouth as well. I watched Heather with dieing eyes, pleading for her to save me.
A shadow had fallen over her face and her black hair covered it. She was sobbing. "H-H..." I managed before I choked on my own blood and my head lolled to the side.
"T-Tam.." she whispered and dropped the knife to the floor, and cradled my head in her hands. "T-Tam... A-answ-swer m-me p-ple-ease..." she stammered and rubbed her thumb again my cheek. "I-I'm s-so-o s-sorr-ry..." she sobbed, rocking me back and forth.
Charlie came down a few minutes later, biting her lip. "Mum...?" she whispered. Heather looked up with dead eyes at Charlie. The sixteen year-old girl hesitantly walked over and screamed. "Dad! What happened to Dad?" she shrieked, sitting on my other side and trying to shake me awake. She sobbed and failed. "What did you do to him?"
Heather choked back a sob and stroked my head. "I k-k-kille-ed h-him-m, Ch-Char-r... I k-k-killed h-h-him..."
The credit once again goes to my friend Kiku. (I still have yet to write my version) Yet again, there is at least one ALT ending I know of, maybe two. We are thinking of doing something similar in our roleplay, we'll let you know once we get there. If you want to see more of this fan fiction please say so! Thanks!
