Bucket on the Head: Thanks for the kind words, lawl. I know this girl trades partners more than square dancers, but all that nookie has a purpose, I promise.
She's a lucky bitch. I wish I was getting that much action.
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Chapter XVIII: Blood and Sugar
I opened my eyes to a wide field of white. I was lying on sand; white sand. The landscape was glowing with a new sunrise. I stood up, and licked my lips; it wasn't sand. It was...sugar. I looked around me. It was a beach. The sugar-sand was endless, only fading into a clear ocean. I realized where I was. I was in Muu. And with any luck, it was Morgan's Muu. Ryuk had given me the simple task of making her realize that I was real, that she was dead, and to will herself to come alive.
"Hello mystery!" came a female voice from behind me. I turned to look; it was her. Her full, rich black hair swung in the breeze as she walked. She was dressed in loose white gown that showed off all the planes of her body. I bit my lip softly. She approached me, smelling like the ocean.
"You came," she said. "I'm so glad. We're going sailing today."
"Morgan," I stammered. It was the combination of seeing her, animated, moving, and the fact that she looked breathtaking.
"This isn't real," I said softly.
"Of course it is," she said with a smile. "Let's go sailing!"
"Who is going sailing with you?" I asked, confused.
"Mitch!" she said cheerfully. "He's come home from his work in Worcestershire to come sailing!"
"Morgan," I said softly. "Do you know who I am?"
"I have seen your face," she said, almost childlike. "Your hair glows like sunshine."
"Don't you remember me?" I asked.
"Yes, I just don't know where," she chuckled. "You're a little mystery."
"Do you remember this?" I asked. I gripped her hips. She protested a little, but she went limp as I kissed her. Even in this dream, her lips were soft. I ran my hand through her beautiful hair and lightly stroked her arm.
"Mihael," she said against my lips. I smiled sweetly.
She started to kiss me back, slowly. I slid my tongue through her teeth, and I savoured the feeling of her hot breath in my mouth. I felt heat pooling in my groin...she was intoxicating.
"Make love to me," she whispered in my ear.
The heat intensified, and I felt an erection coming on. I reached for the shoulders of her dress, I pulled at them desperately, while kissing those soft lips hungrily. And then I realized what I was there for.
"Wait," I said, moving my arms back to her arms. "We can't do this right now."
"Why not?" She whispered seductively. "Your pants are telling me you want to."
"I do," I said. "Believe me. I have a huge boner right now." No lie.
"Then make it with me," she whispered, and then nibbled my ear lightly. Fuck it, I hate it when she use the secret weapon.
"I'm not supposed to," I explained. "This isn't real. Don't you know? You're dead."
"Fuck reality," she said. "I want you. I love you."
I felt like I was losing control of my limbs. Ryuk had warned me that it was possible I could come to believe that Muu was real, and my body would die from being catatonic and not eating, and I would be stuck there forever. Although, given the company, it didn't sound so bad. Could I just stay here forever? After all, I had killed a man, I had a serious problem on my hands. But I knew I was fucked when she got on her knees and started unzipping my pants. There was no way I could say no to THAT. Come on. That was not even fucking fair.
"You know, this one time...I can't remember his name...he was a very evil man. He made me do this once," she said. My eyes widened and I backed away.
"Wait, what?" I asked.
"Yes. He hurt me, and stood in front of me, and told me to suck it," she said plainly.
"What the fuck? Who? When?" I shouted.
"It was the boy with the notebook," she said. "He beat me up, one time. You remember that. It made me lose our baby."
"You...what...?" I stammered. She had mentioned the idea of being pregnant many months ago, but it never came up again. And now I knew why. Raito Yagami had more blood on his hands than I could imagine.
"You never told me," I said. I could hot tears in my eyes. Fuck. "You never told me you lost the baby. You never told me that he did that to you."
"I figured it would have hurt you too much," she said, still in a weird trance.
"Did Raito..?" I started. I didn't want to say it. "Besides what you mentioned before, and what happened at the hotel, have you done anything sexual with Raito, consensual or otherwise?"
"Well," she began. I didn't like where it was going. "When I first got to Japan, Misa invited me to her place for dinner. I was suspicious of Raito, and he was hitting on me, so I played along. I took some drugs so I wouldn't really remember it."
"...remember what?" I asked. I knew I wasn't going to like the answer.
"I let him have sex with me, that one time. Before we were together," she said, still so glazed over.
"Why?" I asked. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "Why would you do something like that?"
"Because, I wanted to know whether or not he was Kira," she said.
"So you slept with him?" I said, nearly hysterical. I tried to compose myself.
"Yes," she said. "I didn't enjoy it though. It still haunts me to this day."
"What about Near?" I said. I knew I was going to regret it, but I had to know.
"He would call me all the time," she said, smiling. "He would talk dirty to me, and it would kinda creep me out but it was also kind of exciting."
"...He called you?" I said. Another secret.
"When it happened, I was really scared," she continued. "At first, I tried to get him to stop, but he wouldn't, he just sort of persuaded me."
I stepped back. I felt a sick feeling in my core, like my heart was going to throw up or something. She hid everything from me. I knew what I was. A crutch. I had no reason to believe anything she said anymore. She was poison. Morgan Blackthorne broke my heart. Way to go, Morgan, you really had me going.
I stared listlessly at her.
"Are you ready to go home?" I asked.
"Where is that?" she said.
"You're dead. This is Muu. I'm retrieving you."
"What?" she said. "What happened to me?"
"Beyond Birthday killed you," I said. "And because I'm an idiot, I decided to bring you back."
"Oh..." she said simply.
"Okay, now you know it's not real, we can go back now." I said, biting back the rage.
Morgan Blackthorne
My eyes hurt. My limbs felt like they had all fallen asleep. I opened my drowsy eyes, and found myself on a hotel couch. I was alive. I couldn't believe it. But then I looked, and saw Mihael staring out of the window. His eyes looked red, and puffy. Like he had been crying.
"Mihael?" I croaked drowsily.
"I know everything," he said. I could hear anger in his voice. "Every god damn thing you've been hiding from me."
"What?" I said slowly, fear drumming in my guts.
"I know about Raito, about the baby, everything." he said sharply.
"Mihael," I started. But I didn't know what to say.
"Why?" he asked, the volume in his voice raising. "Why? Tell me why the fuck you hid all this shit from me?"
I just stood, trembling, not sure of what to say. He approached me, and his angry eyes looked into mine dead on.
"Why?" he shouted. "Just tell me fucking why!"
"I don't know!" I shrieked.
I didn't see his hand coming onto my face, I hadn't realized it happened until I felt the sting on my cheek. I touched my hand to the stinging skin. He'd hit me. I trembled for a moment. He still had his hand raised, but he was wide-eyed in horror at what he'd done.
"M-Mihael," I quivered.
"We're damaged goods," he said, his voice low and tremoring. "I think maybe we should separate for a while."
"No!" I screamed. "No! Please, god no!"
"I just hit you," he said softly. "You have a hand print on your fucking face."
"Hit me again if you want," I pleaded. "I deserve it!"
"Don't say things like that," he said.
"Please don't leave me!" I screamed. "I love you!"
"I love you too," he said. "I think I love you to the point where it is no longer healthy."
"You promised you wouldn't leave me alone!" I cried.
"I'm sorry," he said quietly.
He left. He left without a sound. I think I may have just stood there for hours, staring at the door. At last, I stumbled to the bathroom. I found that Mihael had left his spare razor heads. I did it without thinking. I turned on the shower to cold, took the razors, and stepped in, fully clothed and all. And after a few tries, blood exploded from my wrist. Reality faded out and all I could see was a flash of white.
Nate River
I had a bad feeling when I found the door to the hotel room still ajar. I had an even worse feeling when I saw the bathroom door open, heard the shower running, and no signs of life. I saw her, sitting there, drenched, her eyes rolled back. Blood flowed down the drain. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I pulled her out of the shower, relieved to hear her weak moan- life. I cried for help while I put pressure on her wounds. Lidner and Giavanni were there on the double, helping me stop the bleeding, and wrap her in blankets to warm her up. I couldn't understand why she had decided to kill herself. And where was Mello?
I noticed the handprint on her face. I immediately felt a pang of anger. Mello never took care of his possessions. It was futile to think he would take care of his wife. Thankfully, hospitalization was uneccesary. She was unconsious, but breathing, and her body was warming up, as we drove her back to where we had set up base in LA.
I watched her sleep, for hours, maybe. Not touching my action figures (they are NOT dolls) or dice or anything. Maybe it made me a "creeper", or a "jackass". I didn't care. I just wanted her to wake up...and eventually, she did.
"Morgan," I said quietly to her. She stirred slightly.
"Morgan," I said a little louder. She groaned and opened her eyes.
"Near?" she croaked softly.
"Yes," I said reassuringly.
"What the fuck? What am I doing here? You left me to die!" she yelled at me. I wasn't surprised at this outcome.
"I know," I said. "I'm sorry. That was horrible of me, and selfish. I'm glad you're alive."
"I'm not," she said, in a melancholy tone.
"Why did you slit your wrists?" I asked gently.
"Oh, your dream come true," she said spitefully. "Mello left. He hates me."
"That's it?" I questioned.
"I have no one else. Mello is gone, Matt is dead, my brother is gone..and L is too..." she said. "I'm not going to live my life alone."
"You don't have to," I coaxed. "You have me."
"That's about as good as nothing," she said hatefully.
"Give me another chance," I begged.
"For what?" she asked.
"Think back to that morning in the hotel room. That's what," I said.
"Oh, a cheap fuck?" she said.
"No," I insisted. "You never listen to me."
"Then explain," she spat at me. "What do you want from me?"
"I want to be with you," I said. "Legitimately. As equals."
"Equals?" she asked softly.
"You and I can be L together," I said. "Because you are brave, and smart, and...I love you." I was surprised at my own tone. I knew logically that my feelings were legitimate, but saying it, out loud, gave me a strange feeling.
"You are so young, Near," she said. "I am nine years older than you. You're a minor. Having relations with you is illegal."
"I don't care!" I insisted. "I don't want anything less than you."
"Near-"
"Shut up."
I leaned up onto the bed and kissed her soft, warm lips. There was no fight this time. She kissed me back, right from the get-go. I was so entirely shocked. I grasped her cold hand - I was surprised to find that my hand was actually a little bigger than hers now, in the last months I had had a growth spurt.
"Get some rest, love," I said, and kissed her forehead.
At last I had her, I had everything I wanted. I had won.
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Writing as Near and Mello is really weird. It's fun, but it's hard to think like a guy.
Also, I'm so depressed over Mello and Morgan breaking up, but after all that, them sustaining their perfect relationship is too Mary-Sue. She fucks up, she gets consequences. Plus, Mello does have anger issues, so him hitting Morgan wasn't completely a shocker. That Muu conversation with Morgan was out of character for her, but she was in a complete trance state. She normally wouldn't be like LALALALALA RAITO MADE ME GIVE HIM A BLOWJOB LALALALALLALALALALALAAAA D:
I wasn't even planning on bringing Near back into the mix. We get a different side of him now ;
I was originally going to tell the entire thing through Morgan's eyes, but I got so stuck on writer's block, I had to do something different, or else this story would die. No, I didn't sleep last night D: I might have the next chappie today. It takes 4-5 hours to write a good length chapter. (14 took about 10 hours.)
Just some hints: The shinigami and deathnotes will come back into play very, very soon ;D