Hellooooo everyone! I'd just like to say, thank you peeps for the encouraging reviews! They really do brighten my day, so thank you. Now, I'd just like to say that I want to follow the original anime somewhat, but I also wanna add in more stuff involving my OCs, if that's okay. I just think it'd change up the story a bit to make it more interesting.
(Did I mention that I don't own Death Note or any of its characters? Well I did now.)
I wrote this chapter a while back ago, but decided to post it today. Not gonna lie, this one is sad. Yeah, you pretty much guessed someone died… Lots of tears by the characters (mostly Yuki)... Ugh. Have fun.
It seemed like just another normal day. Akari and I returned to a usual day at college, smoothly running through each class without problems and ending up with no homework. Beyond was always nearby, scoping out the perimeter in his custodian uniform. Surprisingly, no one bothered to ask him if he was legit.
At the end of the classes, I ended up with Light while Akari and Beyond took off back to the hotel for entertainment. "So," Light began casually, "any plans for today? I could really go for a coffee right now."
Sighing, I leaned against his left arm for support. "I'd love to, but I've scheduled a visit with Dad today at the clinic. I wanted to check on him and make sure he was okay because a couple days ago he had another panic attack."
The brunette's bewitching eyes widened and he squeezed my hand comfortingly. "Really? Is everyone alright?"
I nodded nonchalantly and lowered my gaze. "They said he attacked a doctor who was doing a checkup. The doctor's okay, but he almost got choked with a stethoscope." I sighed sadly. "His paranoia persona is getting the best of him."
It seems that every day, Dad is drawing further and further away from reality. His health is getting worse so I'm assuming being locked up in a building 24/7 doesn't do him any good. One day I'm afraid he'll be too far gone for me to save…
Sensing my rising depression, Light stopped and made me face him. Gently he cupped my face and placed a warm, affectionate kiss on my lips. Pulling away, he wrapped an arm around me and we continued walking.
"Are you sure it's safe for you to see him?" he asked hesitantly, voice brimming with genuine concern. Gazing into Raito's eyes, I knew that, even if he was Kira, he still cared deeply for me. " I don't want him to hurt you Yuki."
"Yeah," I said very unconvincingly. "I'm sure I'll be fine. He's my dad. He loves me, and he could never hurt me."
Light averted his gaze. His tone grew bitter as he mumbled, "I bet that's what your mom thought, too." In his hold, I suddenly felt a sharp pain pierce through my heart, as if I'd just been stabbed. Instantly he took it back. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"
"No, you're right," I cut him off. I had told Light what happened to my mother a couple weeks ago and he swore never to tell another soul. Slipping out of his grasp, I laid a meek kiss on his cheek and brushed my fingers through his soft, ruffly hair. "Hey, I'll see you later, okay?"
"Alright," he said reluctantly, gazing at me as I drifted away. I could feel his desire to pull me back into his arms and keep me from going, but I knew I had to see Dad, at least one last time.
My silver hair bobbed, being held up in a ponytail, as I jogged to my car on the other side of the parking lot. Unlocking the doors, I hopped in and drove towards the center of the city.
Three minutes later I reached the clinic. Getting out, I smoothed down my light pink shirt and took a deep breath. Say how you feel, that you love him and always will, then leave. In and out. I hesitantly walked inside.
Up at the front desk, I signed in and sat patiently in the waiting room. Today I didn't feel like observing the cluster of unusual patients waiting for their turn, so I took out my iPhone and stuck in my earbuds. A couple of MCR songs later, the Doctor came out (Dr. Kitamura) accompanied by another nurse who I recognized (Amelia Chang). Neither of them looked pleased to see me.
"Ms. Miyoshi," Dr. Kitamura greeted as I approached. "I'm sure you're aware of previous events concerning your father?" I nodded solemnly. "Good. He is in the back room, but, for precautions, he is being restrained."
Following the stately two, I hurried down the hall. When we reached the room at the end of the corridor, I froze. Just breathe… Gripping the handle, I opened the door and walked in.
It was a fairly large room, with enough space to fit a bed, a desk, a narrow counter, and a bathroom. Dad was rested on the side of the bed, his legs stretched out on the cold tile floor. One handcuff was locked to the bed stand; the other was around Dad's right wrist.
His somber face instantly lit up as I ambled in. "Yuki! My little girl, how are you doing? It seems like you've grown up so much in only a short time." Giving a kind laugh, I moved to join him on the bed, but the nurse held my shoulder.
"It's best you keep your distance," she whispered pensively in my ear. I gave a slight nod and remained standing.
"How are you Dad?" I tried to keep my voice calm and kind, hoping not to stir up any dark emotions or personalities. "Do you like it here?"
He shrugged, his eyes sweeping around the plain room. "It's okay. But I'd much rather be home. I keep asking them how long I have to stay here, but they won't tell me. Strange, right?"
I laughed it off, shifting my weight to the other leg and holding my arms behind my back. "Yeah, strange… So, how have you been?"
"Yuki, you're the one with the social life," he replied, brushing off my question. "I wanna know how you've been. Still got a boyfriend?" He really knew how to make this awkward, huh?
"Uh, yeah," I answered sheepishly, rubbing the back of my neck. "Light Yagami, remember?"
Dad's eyes sparkled with pride. "The Chief of the NPA's son, right? Ah, I've always liked that boy. Fighting for justice. Those are the kind of men you want in your life sweetie. The ones who are willing to stand up for the right thing, for what they believe in. Someone who will love you to the very end, too." Just like L.
I smiled, genuinely this time. "Thanks for the advice Dad."
Smiling from ear to ear, he laughed and patted the spot next to him. "Come sit. I've missed you."
"I've missed you too," I replied with relief, taking a step forward. But I forgot about my caution so Dr. Kitamura had to come forward and grab my shoulder in fear that I'd get harmed.
Instantly Dad's orbs flashed with pure rage, his hands clenching with defensiveness. "Hey, keep your dirty hands off her you filthy creep!" His entire change in persona frightened the doctor and nurse, but not me. I completely expected this.
"Calm down Dad," I said, unruffled, as the other two stepped back. My father's cuffs were reaching his full limits as he stretched as far as he could, eyes full of anger. "This is just a misunderstanding, okay? Calm down."
"Shut up," he spat unforgivingly. "You don't tell me what to do you little brat."
Somewhat hurt, I frowned. "I do if it's for your best interest. You aren't like this; you're just acting up. Calm. Down."
Of course, my rational pleas didn't cease his fury. Pulling with his strength, he kept reaching forward off his bed. "No, I won't listen to you, brat! You're just like your conceited mother! Too arrogant to keep her stupid mouth shut!"
His words hit too close to my heart. Vexation built up inside me when he spoke about Mom like that. "Shut up!" I yelled, hot tears beginning to form. "Don't talk about Mom like that! She was better than that! Better than you!"
My apoplectic words sent him over with edge. Overwhelmed with this sudden, uncontrollable wrath, his dissociative personality disorder broke through his power over himself and took all control. In other words, he was the Hulk. And now the green guy appeared to take out his anger.
With a tremendous amount of strength, Dad broke the handcuff from the bed stand and came flying at me at full force. Unable to quickly react, I was tackled by his body and crashed to the ground. The doctor and nurse tried to get near him, but he grabbed (guess what) a needle from the counter and held it up to them. Their next safest option was to run and get help because Dad would've hurt them in a heartbeat.
Whimpering, I stared up at my father in shock as he pinned me to the tile floor. His once expression of tenderness and love had transformed into one of bloodthirsty, heated fury. "D-Dad," I murmured, struggling slightly. "P-Please don't hurt me. I-I love you!"
Not bothering to listen, he gritted his teeth and pulled back the needle, aiming at the middle of my neck. "Say hi to your mother for me," he whispered bitterly. I closed my eyes and waited for Death to take me away.
Suddenly, the needle dropped to the ground. Voices were heard in the hallway, racing to help me. But, right then and there, I knew I needed no help. Blinking my eyes open, I stared with a horrified gaze as my father clutched his chest and fell over to the ground.
He was having a heart attack.
"DAD!" Rolling off my back, I crawled to him and held up his head. His face was contorted with a reaping pain. "Dad, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say those horrible things! I love you so much and I'll never forgive myself! Please don't go!"
Instantly, my eyes clicked. Something occurred to me that I hadn't noticed before. Idiot… I was so use to not looking at it, I just didn't bother… Above his head, I looked at Dad's numbers… 00000001. They were dropping like flies! He only had one number left, and I-
Dad struggled for his last words as I gripped the back of his neck, holding onto my parent, knowing that I would soon lose him. "T-Tell him that I'm glad I got to know him…" W-Who's "him?" "I-I love you, too, Yuki. I'm sorry for-" Before he could finish his last sentence, the light in his eyes grew dim. 00000000.
In my arms, on the floor of the clinic, my father died in my arms. And it was all my fault…
The nurses and doctors rushed in to find me bawling over my deceased father. I was an orphan now. They helped me up and slowly supported me as I stumbled into the vacant waiting room.
Alone, crouching in a chair in the corner of the room, I cried out all my tears. I cried for my father whom I saw die in my arms. I cried for the loneliness I felt deep inside. I cried for the longing of my mother who was silently watching over me. I cried because I couldn't stop crying.
The front door automatically opened and in came two worried teens. When they spotted me in the corner, they came running over as fast as they could and wrapped me in their arms.
"Yuki…" began Akari, catching her breath from running all the way here. "The nurse called me and told me what happened. We hurried down here as fast as possible." Akari had given the clinic her number in case anything bad happened that she needed to know about. "I'm so sorry Yuki."
Sliding off the seat, we joined together on the floor, both of them on each side of me. Beyond sniffled, tears beginning to come to his red eyes. "I didn't know him for that long, but he seemed like an awesome dude."
I laughed bitterly through my tears and huddled into a ball. "I-I watched him die. I held him in my arms. His numbers were dropping right above his head but I didn't notice until…" Closing my eyes, I shook my head. "I was too late."
"It's not your fault," Akari whispered, leaning against my shoulder. "Every person has to die at some point. You can't save everyone." I knew her words were true, but I didn't wanna believe it.
After about another hour of mourning, I believe I came to what was Stage 2 in the 5 Stages of Grieving: anger. Storming outside, I growled.
I'm such an IDIOT! How could I not have seen it? Ugh, I can't believe this happened! Running my fingers through my hair, I furiously kicked the wall, smashing my toes against the hard surface. Pounding my clenched fists against the outside wall of the building, I screamed with absolute fury. "I hate myself!" I growled, fighting back tears. "He would be alive if it wasn't for me. I let the everyone down…" My raging voice faded away until not even a soft echo was heard. I saw sign when it was too late… It's all my fault….
Shaking my head, I sighed. For the first time today, I actually attempted to tell myself that it wasn't my fault. He suffered a heart attack. Part of me wanted to think it was Kira, but I knew he'd been battling a lot of stress lately. That had to be it…
Back inside, I huddled against the wall with Beyond and Akari, old tears stained my face, but no new ones fell. Beyond was still sniffling, and Akari's eyes were almost as red as mine.
We were currently watching the tv that was positioned above the room for waiting people to watch. Suddenly an alert popped onto the screen with Breaking News. We immediately turned it to the closest new channel.
On Sakura TV, three newscasters were sitting at a news desk. The one in the middle was speaking. "...all of the reporters and staff here at Sakura TV are Kira's hostages. Aside from that, we have a professional obligation to share this message with you."
The three of us shared alarmed glances as the news anchor continued. "I assure you that this is not a hoax and that Sakura TV is not airing this tape for purposes of sensationalism." Kira's… hostages? No, that doesn't make sense. The Kira I know (or have been observing) wouldn't intend to harm innocent people.
"Four days ago," he went on, "our program director here at Sakura TV received four tapes. After a thorough examination, there could be no doubt that they are from Kira himself."
"Why would Kira do something like this?" Akari wondered, biting her lip in thought.
"He wouldn't," answered Beyond, staring intensely at the screen. We both knew that the real Kira was too good for this. He would never threaten the lives of innocent people, especially not publicly. It goes against everything he stands for.
"The first tape we received contained a prediction regarding the time of death of two suspected criminals who'd recently been arrested. " Okay, criminals. This sounds more like Kira. "And as predicted, at the exact time that Kira had specified, both men died suddenly of heart attacks yesterday."
If it's true, then it has to be Kira. Or at least something Kira could do.
"Kira has instructed us to air the second tape today at exactly 5:59 p.m. And we do intend to comply with his demands. This tape should offer proof of his powers by predicting yet another death. Beyond that, we understand that it contains a message to all the people of the world from Kira. And now, the video."
As we watched and listened to the videos, witnessed the deaths of innocent people on tv, the more I realized that this couldn't be the same Kira. This Kira seems like a fan of the original, or at least a jealous copycat. Whoever it is has the same powers, except theirs seem to be a bit more advanced. My thoughts were confirmed when innocent people trying to get into the station died suddenly outside.
"Yuki, look!" Beyond exclaimed, pointing at the screen. His eyes flashed with recognition.
I gasped as a cop car slammed on its brakes and out came a man. He ran towards the doors, intending to get in. His face briefly flashed across the screen's view, but it was good enough for me to get a name. Hirokazu Ukita. "Ukita!"
As he fell to the ground from a sudden heart attack, Akari grabbed the remote and switched off the tv. "Hey!" Beyond and I shouted fiercely in unison.
"No more," she growled ferociously. With her hard stare and death look, we didn't bother fighting. "Ryuzaki can fill us in later. We, especially Yuki, don't need to hear this right now."
Beyond sighed in frustration and I sighed. Gazing out the window into the dark sky, I remembered something. In all the commotion, I forgot to tell the others. "Before my dad died, he told me something…"
They shared curious glances and scooted closer. "Go on, if you want," Akari urged kindly, trying to be polite.
I bit my lip, looking back. "He said 'Tell him I'm glad I got to know him…' I don't know who 'him' is though."
Akari hummed. "Maybe Light? You are dating him."
"No," Beyond interrupted with a solemn face. "He meant me."
I frowned in confusion. "You think so? But why? No offense but… he's known Akari longer than you, but he decides to mention you right before he dies?" That doesn't make sense… unless he really really liked the killer.
A flash of regret filled Beyond's face and he sighed. "I'd better tell you now because you'll find out sooner or later…" he mumbled, hugging his legs.
Akari furrowed her brows. "Tell her what? What's this little secret?" He scanned Akari with his mysterious red eyes, somewhat admiring her bluntness but was annoyed at the same time.
Cranking his head to stare sympathetically at me, he scratched his wild black hair and rested it against the edge of one of the waiting chairs. "When I was born, my mother was young. She didn't think she could handle me so she put me in an orphanage, but she did have the dream to find me one day. When she died, her husband took on her wish."
I tilted my head, extremely confused. "Okay… but how is that connected to my dad?"
He grunted, slightly irritated. "Did you really think it was a coincidence that I met you and Akari that day in California? Just by chance we had the same red eyes?" I frowned, still not totally understanding. "And how do you think I knew where you lived on that night I came to your house?"
"We just assumed you tracked us from Yuki's phone," Akari answered for me when I couldn't put it into words. He rolled his downcast eyes and narrowed them at my best friend and me, inspecting our reactions.
"You two still don't get it, do you?" We slightly shook our heads and waited for him to continue. This time, he looked directly at me. Suddenly, a flash of recognition that I hadn't seen before crossed the killer's eyes and I gasped. So that's why he reminded me so much of Dad… He- "Yuki, I'm your brother."
3rd POV
With a ponderous heart, Light closed his black notebook and sighed. He wondered if he'd made the right decision. Of course I did he quickly assured himself as he leaned back in his chair. She wasn't safe with him alive. Now that he's gone, she's completely protected.
From the bed came a chorus of chuckling. "Hehe, I'm kinda surprised you killed him. Wasn't he your girlfriend's dad or something?" The Shinigami munched loudly on a fresh crimson apple.
Light stretched his tan arms out in front of him and popped his knuckles. "Well, he could've hurt her. He has in the past. Besides, he was a criminal." Light remembered when Yuki confided in him about how her mother truly died. He was disgusted and immediately decided Makai was a threat to his girlfriend's safety.
"You've got guts kid," Ryuk commented, chewing on his beloved fruit. "I'll give you that."
The honor student chuckled with satisfaction. As long as Akari and Beyond don't do anything too stupid, I'll spare their lives. He knew that losing her best friend that had gotten her through life would be completely devastating to Yuki so Akari was vital to keep around. He wasn't too sure about the raven haired killer yet, but he'd remain alive for now.
A dark aura surrounded Light as he smirked sinisterly to himself. Ryuk noticed and ceased his obnoxious chewing to ask, "Hey, Light, what are you thinking?" The Shinigami was always curious as to what was on the human's mind.
"I think I'm in love Ryuk," Light confided, pushing himself up from his chair. "Though, you probably don't know what that feels like." Strutting over to the window, he sensed the Shinigami's presence beside him as he gazed at the sunset befalling the city.
"You mean with that girl?" wondered Ryuk with confusion. Light was correct; the poor Shinigami had no vision of romance.
"One day," Light began, eyes full of determination and voice firm with a scary perseverance, "I plan on becoming the god of the new world I will create. And I plan on making Yuki my goddess."
The Shinigami chuckled as he moved on to the core of the fruit. "Good luck with that. I think she's on L's side this time." He dropped the last of the juicy snack into his mouth, but still desired more.
"You should know me better by now," Light replied, leaning against his balcony doorway. "That won't stop me. She will help me in ruling my new world. We will be the new justice."
As the icy words left his breath and evaporated into the air, the sun completely hid behind the horizon and a fearful darkness engulfed the city. With one last smirk, Light shut his balcony door and returned inside, back to his family, with a whole new facade.
Ryuk followed him, hoping for more apples. "Hehehe, humans are so… interesting."
DUN DUN DUUUN. Well guys that was a big chapter! So, Beyond is Yuki's brother?! What!? RIP Makai Miyoshi. Oh, and Light's definitely going Kira crazy.
*It will be awhile before I update another chapter because I'm going to be really busy with camp and other things, so expect a new chapter around June 13th. Good luck with summer!*
So, what's Beyond's story of being a Miyoshi? Will he and Akari ever get together? What happens when L and Yuki get closer in their "friendship?" Will Misa's arrival change Light's decision about having Yuki as his goddess? How will Light react when Yuki breaks up with him? And why is Beyond taking a jam bath? Find out in the upcoming chapters of She Sees Everything! *hands out cookies to all of the followers*