Amy: Ah, yes, the girl does certainly have perseverance. You're right, though... Light is her world, really... I do hold sympathy for her.
Mrs. Lawliet: Ahh, I see~ Ahh; L, Near, and Matt, eh? I can understand the tough decision. I suppose it's a bit of a good thing it can be decided for you, eh? Near... can be adorable; yeah. I can admit to that. Though I also find him childishly annoying.
But that's just me.
Mysterious Guest: Ahh, but that is if she were to live to be 100. In the manga, she is supposed to have died the Valentine's Day of 2011, just over a year after Light's death. So...
Well, I don't really know... It's a phantom feeling, when you don't actually have a limb there. My great-great grandfather lost both of his legs, and he'd always get these phantom itches where his legs were supposed to be. But he couldn't scratch them, 'cause he didn't have legs. Weird.
...So he decided to keep his legs in the freezer so he could scratch them. He claimed it helped. But that's beside the point.
Mhmm, I feel bad for Misa too... And of course you were missed! *hugs*
Random: Now that Misa has forfeited, those with Shinigami Eyes can see her lifespan now; yes. Hahaa... Misa went off to a hotel, though, so Natalie won't be able to see the lifespan until her return.
The Reading Kind: Ohh, they're games? Hmm, I'll have to keep them in mind if ever I go through another gaming phase~
Oh, no, dear, she's not dead yet, haha. I don't think I can answer for Misa...(Or can I? I'm the writer!)...but I know I love Sam and L~ Infinitely sweet~ Ohh, but one must love the Cake Scene. Beautiful. ...Teehee.
Well, one can't see the lifespan of a Death Note owner. Now that Misa has forfeited, though, yes. Natalie would be able to see her lifespan and know when she's meant to die. She just forfeited after she'd gone to the hotel, so Natalie has no idea when she's supposed to die. She'd be able to tell once Misa came back, though. c:
9shadowgirl11: Admittedly, Mello has been undertaking some character development. That's why he seems nicer, haha. Earlier on, in the previous stories, he was mostly a grump. He's getting a teensy bit better, though~
Ah...enjoy?
Beyond Birthday made his way into the hotel he stayed at to head back to his room. He needed to fit himself with his new disguise if he was to go out and find his next target. Pushing open the lobby door, he made his way in. A blond-haired girl caught his eye, who was talking to the receptionist cheerily despite the fact Saito (the receptionist) didn't look all too happy. Looking at her name, he remembered her as the girl – the model – who had helped him and Sophia get their room here back in late March. The only difference was the fact he could see her lifespan now…. He plastered a smile to his face and made his way over to them.
"Hey," he greeted when he was within talking range, bowing slightly. Both of them looked to him. "You were the girl who helped my daughter and I get a room here, right? Misa, wasn't it?" The second Kira.
Misa Amane looked at him confusedly for a moment, then recognition flickered in her eyes. "Right; I think I remember that now! What was your name again? It started with a B…."
"Brian," he smiled, holding out his hand. "Brian Bachman." Misa took his hand and shook it warmly. He was meant to be American as Brian, so handshaking only made sense….
"How's your daughter, then?"
"Oh, Selena? She's doing wonderful."
Rin Saito, the receptionist, sighed. Knowing she was no longer important here, she left the two and went into the back room.
"That's good," said Misa. "Are you still staying here?"
B nodded. "Have you been staying here, too, then? I haven't seen you."
"No, I was visiting a friend last time. Now I'm actually staying a few days; I just got a room today."
"Oh? What room are you in?"
"Oh, um, 404."
He smiled. "Maybe I'll drop by to give you a proper thank you. Perhaps I'll make you a pie."
"No, no, it's fine," she said, giving him a closed-eye smile. "And anyway, I'm sorry, but I have to go for now."
"Where are you off to?" he inquired.
"Oh, I'm just meeting my friends at a nice restaurant around the corner. It's Mr. Hibiki's place; you've heard of it, right?"
"Oh, yeah, I hear the food is great! You go ahead and go. Have a nice day!"
"You too!" she answered brightly, and walked away.
B's expression darkened again the moment she left, and he made his way to the elevator. Up to his room he went; the disguise was already set out for him. But both he and Sophia knew he didn't need it; not to find his victim, anyway. He was already set. He chuckled darkly to himself. Things were going nicely.
His next victim: Misa Amane, meant to die the very next day.
"No donuts today?" Anna asked curiously the next morning as I buttered my toast with a granola bar in my mouth. She, herself, was actually having a powdered donut, I just hadn't felt in the mood for donuts that morning. Or anything sweet.
I took the granola bar out of my mouth once I had finished buttering my toast, and answered with a, "Nope." I then slid into my seat, setting my plate and drink on the table. I took a bite of my granola bar.
"You worried 'bout Misa?" she asked, her mouth full. "I hope you don't die, Aunt Natalie." I'd told her yesterday what had happened, so of course she knew about it. When I went to work, Matsuda would obviously the first one to find out… just because he was Matsuda.
"Don't worry," I smiled, "I don't think Misa will be killing me."
She giggled. "I don't know about that one, Aunt Natalie."
I only smiled, finished my toast, and stood again to place my plate in the sink and head for the door. "Bye, Anna, I'll see you later!"
She called out her own farewell, and the door closed behind me. "You know," I muttered to myself as I headed down the driveway, "there'll come a point where she'll hate me too, once she finds out about this whole Kira thing." I sighed. "Savor it while it lasts, I guess." I laughed lightly as I walked, but as Ryuk didn't partake in any sort of conversation, silence soon came and I walked – he floated – in silence. I stopped short at the very end of the driveway, however, as I suddenly knew…. Light checked Misa's apartment just then to make sure she was alright, and she wasn't there.
Ryuk looked down at me curiously, likely wondering why I'd stopped. "Ryuk," I said, not yet taking another step. A light breeze passed by, which felt nice considering how warm it was.
Ryuk made a little sound of surprise at the sound of his name, then asked in an odd tone, "Yeah?"
"Where's Misa?"
"Misa?"
"Yes, Misa." I looked up at him. "You were with her when she forfeited, so you should have a good idea of where she is."
"Oh," he answered. "She's staying at a hotel somewhere nearby. That's all I have to say."
I sighed. Ryuk was never very helpful. Nonetheless, I continued walking. "Good," I said. "At least it means she's alright."
Beyond didn't strike until later. It was early afternoon when he actually went out in his disguise, Sophia watching from the security cameras as Misa made her way out of her room. Today, B would be Hako, a dark and rebellious young man. His hair was brushed over one of his eyes, and his clothing was all black. He wore a simple t-shirt with the name of a rock band printed on its front and black, baggy jeans with sneakers. He was waiting outside the entrance of the hotel, leaning against the wall.
Sophia called him on his cell phone, and the moment he answered, hung up. He pretended to keep talking, a casual conversation, as Misa walked out of the building while reading a magazine. She was wearing sunglasses in hopes of warding off Misa Amane fans. Like that ever worked.
B began to walk not far behind Misa, all the while talking to the imaginary person on the other end of the line. His other hand was in his pocket as he walked casually forward. "Nah, I tried listening to them; they sucked." He paused. "Yeah, whatever, that's your call." He allowed his feet to carry him closer to Misa. "No, no, I've got it. I'll see you at nine." He closed his eyes and sighed as he flipped his cell phone shut, 'accidentally' running into the girl in front of him: Misa.
She stumbled forward, tripped, and fell onto her hands and knees on the pavement.
"Whoa!" he cried, quickly circling her so he could help her to her feet. "I'm so sorry; that was my fault."
She looked up at him and accepted his hand. "Well, thanks," she muttered, brushing herself off.
"Sorry," he repeated, scratching the back of his head. He averted his gaze. "I wasn't looking where I was going."
She blinked at him, then smiled. "It's fine!" she chirped.
They both began walking again. "So," said B, "my name's Hako."
"Hako?" Misa repeated, then giggled. "That's a bit of a silly name. 'Box.'"
"Yeah, I don't know what the hell was wrong with my mom when she named me that," he sighed. "Oh well. Now, what am I supposed to call you?"
She smirked. "Why should I say?"
"Well, I gave my name. It's only fair."
"Fine. I'm Misa."
"That's a nice name," he commented. "Wouldn't that mean 'beautiful bloom'?" Or it could be derived from kuromisa. 'Black Mass.' It suits her rather well.
"Yeah, well…."
Haha, he chuckled, having already decided his smile creeped people out. "Well, it's much better than having a name that means box."
"I guess my parents named me well, then," she said with a little smile, hugging her purse to her chest.
"I guess they did. Mine are idiots."
"Sometimes I thought mine were, too…. But, now they're dead, and I miss them so much."
Mine are dead too. They were all supposed to die. They walked in silence for a bit, then, "Misa, might I take you out to dinner tonight?"
She gave him an irritated look. "Like, on a date? No."
"I didn't mean on a date. I just thought you might deserve a nice meal paid for by someone else."
"Oh, good, because Misa is already taken," she said matter-of-factly.
"I'm not surprised," B replied. "So then…."
"No, but thank you. Misa has things to do tonight."
Sorry to mess up your schedule. "Could I at least spend a piece of the day with you? I'm not really headed anywhere, really. Maybe we can… eh… just walk for a bit."
Misa frowned at him. "…Alright…."
"Maybe we can get an ice cream cone? It's the perfect day for a cold snack, don't you think?"
"I guess you're right," she smiled brightly. "But no thank you."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. I don't eat sweet things; they make you fat."
"Come on, I eat sweet things all the time, and look at me." He allowed Misa to look at him for a second. "Besides, you can let yourself have a single ice cream, right?" She pursed her lips, but said nothing. "Look, how often do you get offered a free snack by a stranger?"
"A lot," she replied. "I'm a celebrity."
B feigned surprise. "Really? Oh, jeez, I'm probably annoying the crap outta you right now."
"No," she beamed, "I'm a nice celebrity." She smiled wider and pointed to her grin. "See?"
"Well then, celebrity, would you like an ice cream or not?"
She hesitated, but appeared to consider it. "…Fine."
"Good," he smiled. "C'mon, there's a real good ice cream shop just a few blocks away. We can get there faster if walk through—"
"No, Misa's not stupid. She's not walking through alleys with strangers."
He laughed lightly again. Hahaha. "I guess that makes sense. I guess I'll have to build your trust so I'm not a stranger anymore, huh?"
She sneered at him. "You're gonna have to be real trustworthy if you wanna get me in an alley with you."
He laughed yet again. Ugh. "I guess that's true." So they walked, and they talked. No matter what happened, B knew he would get her because she was meant to die. It didn't matter, necessarily, how he captured her, but it would be done. They soon reached the next supposed shortcut. It was funny, he hadn't even planned on using the first alley. It amused him how the safe alley was the one she refused. "Alright," he said, "do you trust me enough to take this shortcut with me? I just want to get there faster, and besides, it's broad daylight."
She eyed him suspiciously. "…If you try to pull anything, I'll scream," she informed him, and began walking into the alley. Deeper into the alleyway, the rooftops above them hung over the edge of the wall, covering the sky. "I swear," she said, "if you really don't know your way around, I'll slap you."
More laughter. "Trust me," he said.
She laughed a bit. "I know."
She was walking; she seemed relaxed, in the sense that she didn't seem to be expecting anything. There was a determined look in her eyes that he'd noticed, and she walked as though there was somewhere to be. She'd never get to that place. She was in front of him as he slid out the syringe, raising it ever so slowly. He didn't alter his pace. Then, he swiftly stuck the needle into the girl's neck and injected the sedative. She opened her mouth to say something, or perhaps to scream as she'd promised, but nothing came out as her eyes rolled back in her head and she went limp. He pulled out the needle and released her, allowing her to fall to her knees, then collapse. He knelt beside her and gently picked her up, grinning down at her. His next victim was ready.
B had placed her in a secluded storage room off of the alley and left as though nothing had happened. He had gone back to the hotel, then, to grab Sophia, and once it was dark picked up Misa and drove her to Aoyama. The next murder scene. It was at a hideout there that they did their work. Here and now, Beyond began undressing her top half, only removing her shirt and bra. While B held her arms, raising her torso, Sophia wrapped a linen cloth around her breasts to serve as a shirt. As an added touch, she wrapped the cloth around one shoulder a few times. Once this was finished, B laid her face-down on the table and flipped out a switchblade.
He slowly, carefully began etching symbols into her back. To ĸoutí της Πανδώρας, was the first thing he wrote, scrawled in red across her shoulder blades. Then, ανθρωπότητα, over and over in different places below the wrapped cloth. Sophia was on the computer, making sure the translations were correct. Αιμοβορία, he wrote. Λήξη, then. Θάνατος, and then, finally, in a bigger font, λύπη. The blood from the symbols swelled and spilled, dripping onto the table and staining the linen red. He gently turned her over onto her back, and Misa grimaced ever so slightly in her sedation. He'd given her more than the normal amount so she would stay asleep a bit longer, but it had been awhile, after all…. Nevertheless, he proceeded to etch a single word onto her stomach: αμαρτία.
Sin.
From there he removed her shorts (but as he was considerate he allowed her to keep her underpants) and redressed her in a pair of black shorts labeled with 'Princess' in bright pink letters. Now that she was dressed and ready to go, they set out into the night, to the area of Aoyama less used at night but filled with bustling citizens during the day. Hidden in an alley they had their props for tonight: a cross, a dagger, some rope, a ladder, and a decorative little jewelry box with but two coins stashed inside. Sophia helped B lay Misa out on the life-size cross (How fitting for her, he thought.) and began tying her down with different lengths of rope. Her feet and hands were bound, and it was almost as though they were performing a crucifixion. But, of course, that wasn't the case.
It was Beyond who had to do most of the work in standing the cross up, as Sophia was only nine and with her childish physique couldn't help much. Once it was in place and the cross stood tall in the middle of the empty street, Sophia carefully set the jewelry box at the base. B, meanwhile, set the ladder against the cross and began to climb, and the moment Sophia had situated the box she steadied the ladder so B wouldn't tip. He held his hand out to Sophia, and she passed up the dagger to him.
Misa stirred. In the dim, almost non-existent light, Beyond could see her eyes flicker and open slightly. Her eyes were unfocused and half-lidded, but she was awake. He leaned in and whispered to her, "Hush, my dear, go back to sleep," as though he were a mother coaxing her child back into slumber. But instead of rocking her to sleep, he took the dagger and thrust it into her chest.
She made a little choking sound, the sound of her breath being caught in her throat. Her eyes did not widen, nor did they close. And, on her dying breath, she whispered but one word; a name. "Light…." She gave a little cough and blood dribbled from her mouth down to her chin. A single tear rolled down her cheek. Her half-lidded eyes grew dull. Beyond, satisfied, lowered himself from his place, and they soon left the scene, leaving Misa's body to grow cold until morning light….
Fun Fact: Misa's name actually does mean 'beautiful bloom,' but the writers of Death Note intended it to be derived from the word for 'black mass': kuromisa.
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