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Death Note › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
3,565
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Death Note, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 1, part 2
Author’s Note: Spoilers up to the seventh volume of the manga, as the action is set during that particular (volumes 1-7 ) period of time.
Title: AS NAS
Main Characters/Pairings: Ryuk, Rem, Yagami Light x L, Yagami Soichiro (Light’s father), Yagami Sachiko (Light’s mother), Yagami Sayu, Asane Misa; mentions of Misa + Light, and Sayu ~~> Light (aye, you’re reading it right!)
Summary: Turn on the lights, set the table, bring the chairs. Shuffle the cards... Let’s play. The bet is your soul. Fighting the temptation might drain all your strength. Is it truly better to comply?
Rating: R + NC-17
Status: Incomplete
Genre: Romance/Anxiety/Dramatics
Warning: Serious anxiety, both as state and trait. Sexual innuendo – two men having it away with each other. Light being a typical arsehole and a hypocrite as well as a bum bandit. Author’s cynicism and obsession with Japanese medieval and Edo history. English is not my native tongue.
Disclaimer: Death Note does not belong to me. At all.
Motto: The true extent of this morass of mix-ups is marvellous to behold (Norman Davies)
THE KING OF DIAMONDS AND THE KING OF CLUBS
(chapter 1, part 2)
"Per aspera ad astra" (Lucius Annaeus Seneca)
“The term ‘fun’ is not appropriate, shinigami – because shinigami is who you are, right?” a delicate, all-knowing smile curved Light’s lips as he looked at the thin, pale creature dressed all in black, strange clothes, a leather belt hanging down on his narrow hips.
/You’re not afraid of me, boy?/ the black winged creature said, slightly surprised
Light suppressed a pitiful smile that tried to force itself on his lips and instead locked his pupils on shinigami’s gloving yellow orbs.
“As a matter of fact, I’m not. I was expecting you, for I need the answers to some questions arising in my mind”
/What on earth makes you think I’ll be willing to answer your questions, human?/
“The fact that you have brought this notebook...” Light placed his right palm on the aforementioned object “...to this world, and, consequently, my possession”
/I haven’t brought it to you, boy. I just dropped it because of my carelessness. The place it landed on didn’t matter/
“What did matter, then? Tell me, shinigami...”
/Entertainment/
“Oh, entertainment? Interesting...”
/Ku-ku, what a self-assured young man you are, Yagami Light/
“You’d be surprised if I told you what reasons do I have for it, shinigami Ryuk”
/Well, well, you humans are very interesting race! I think we’re going to have so much fun together, right, Yagami Light?/
“Perhaps... But fun is secondary to the responsibility for this world each one of us, humans, is supposed to carry upon his shoulders. But many of us forgot about it – they do not care if what they do is right or wrong, they only care about their own pleasure and comfort. So you see, Ryuk: someone must teach the rascals a lesson and take the kind-hearted under his custody – lead them, support them, protect them. My father used to say that if one’s complaining about status quo, one should take the matters into his own hands. This is a mission, shinigami, not a joke ”
/A mission, huh? I wonder whether you got such attitude from that father of yours, whom you praise so much... If you consider your actions as going along the principles he taught you, why don’t you just go and talk to him about your ideas?/
“My father must not know about it – he... he wouldn’t understand, he would tell me to stop. As far as I admire him and his sense of responsibility, his honesty and veracity, he is far to simple-minded to understand my reasons”
As if being in a trance, Light continued:
“I’ve always wanted to change the world, only I did not know how or in what way. And when I’ve learnt what needs to be healed, I found myself far too weak to even start. But now, Ryuk, the fate has given me the tool. A sword to fight the pollution in this world, a blade to eliminate the evil and the numb, the liars and the thieves. Moreover, the tool demanded – no, pleaded to be used. And I, in my kind-heartedness, agreed. This notebook has become a loyal servant of mine – no, not of mine. Of the whole human kind. It’s like a sword and a shield combined – the most perfect weapon in the entire universe. Metaphorically and literally: heaven-sent”
/But you shouldn’t think it will earn you a ticket to Heaven... Neither to Hell. You’ll die as everyone else and I’m not going to tell you how long do you have, but there’s no obvious explanation of what shall happen to you after your life ends/
“Who would think about it in the times like these?” Light laughed and ran his long fingers trough his fringe. “But will my soul be taken or my life cut short if I use this notebook more than a specific number of times?”
The sihinigami shook his head.
/No, the notebook belongs to this world now and, unless you decide to give it away, to you. And I will stay with you as long as you’d be using Death Note/
“Thank you, I shall keep that in mind”
As the week went by, Light had discovered something interesting. One day, back at home, he switched his small TV and a computer on.
“Come here and see this for yourself” he told the shinigami, pointing at the computer screen in his room.
/What is it I’m supposed to see, Light?/
“At first I couldn’t believe it” Light replied, his eyes fixed on the internet browser “But when you type ‘KIRA’, many sites of this kind start popping out of nowhere”
/Ku-ku, is this another one of your tricks, Light?/
“Oh no, not at all – it’s just the proof of the fact that this world needs a guardian” Light’s smile grew broader as he spoke “People are starting to get the message”
/Ooh, are you thinking what I think you’re...?/
“Exactly...” Light began, only to be interrupted by the words coming from the TV. His face pales, his eyebrows knot as he listens to the broadcasted message.
“So the police think that they will catch me red-handed? This man, this pathetic scoundrel dares to threaten me?!? Me? I’ll show what power I possess, you lousy blight!!!” His hand moved almost by itself when he wrote down the name of Lind L . Tailor...
And as he watched the dead body fall from the chair, he could hardly hide his triumphant smile.
“Now I know where you are from, you despicable murderer” the different voice spoke “For this news was broadcasted in one region of Japan only. I will hunt you down and make you pay for every one of your crimes. The man you’ve killed was just a decoy, and as I’m not dead yet, I presume you cannot kill me with your will only. You need to see my face, Kira. And when you will, you shall see the face of justice”
“You’re wrong, L. You are no justice – you’re standing in it’s path and, sooner or later, it is you who shall be eliminated” Light hissed through his clenched teeth, his face pale, eyebrows knotted, fingers clasped tightly on his pencil. “I have to think it over, Ryuk” he said, turning to the shinigami, who stood behind his back, watching the whole scene with a viciously amused expression on his face. “I will win this, no matter what it takes”
*****
He did as he stated, and for the next few days his attention seemed to be fully focused on school and studying. However, as he leafed through any newspaper or a magazine, he came across an article about Kira...
Even now, while sitting on his windowsill...
“Onii-chan, why did you lock the door?” a high-pitched voice asked from behind the oaken barrier.
The hazelnut-haired boy, as if abruptly awaken, hurriedly shoved the black notebook into the top drawer in his desk.
“Oh, it’s you, Sayu... I’m sorry, I was changing my clothes and that’s why the door was locked” Light replied, letting his sister in. “Can I help you with something?”
“Yes, my maths homework” the black-haired girl smiled pleadingly, holding her notebook and handbook in outstretched hands “Quadric equations, actually”
“Really, Sayu, you should be able to solve such problems by yourself” Light scolded his sister, shaking his head in disapproval.
But he helped her anyway, making sure Sayu wouldn’t come too close to the drawer which was serving as a temporary hiding place for the Death Note.
Sayu, on her behalf, preferred to watch her older brother and listen to the prosody of his speech, instead of paying attention to the explanations he was giving her. She just pretended to. Seriously, why struggle and force yourself to understand the incomprehensible, if there was always Light who could solve all the puzzles for her? Sayu loved to watch her brother move, brush his fringe from the immaculate forehead with his long fingers, write down the mysteriously looking numbers which made sense to him only... ‘Had he not been my brother, I would’ve fallen in love with his good looks, his incredible intelligence and his overall perfection... No wonder all the girls in his school give him hungry gazes... God, what am I doing! I’m drooling over my own older brother!’ she finally reprimands herself, shaking off her innocent fantasies and straightening in the old-fashioned wooden chair Light seems to fancy so much. ‘But why doesn’t he have any bad habits, like leaving dirty socks on the floor for example? It always makes me look as a black sheep of the family...’ is her last thought before they hear the doorbell ring and their mother calling them for dinner.
‘Ku-ku, humans are such interesting creatures... Who would have supposed that his sister thinks about him in THAT way! Another unexpected advantage’
*****
“You look troubled, father. Is there a new case you’re working on?” Light made a short pause in the consumption process to ask the middle-aged, black-haired man a question.
Yagami Soichiro gave his son a thankful look: Light was the only person in the family who could truly understand the difficulties and the meaning of his work.
“Yes, and a very complicated one” Soichiro sighed, tiredness weighing down on him. “It’s just what the chief inspector’s life is like, I suppose” he smiled weakly, brushing his wrinkled forehead with his palm.
“I wish I could help you with it... I would gladly...” Light added, putting his chopsticks on the empty plate in front of him. “Thank you for the dinner, mum” and as he climbed the stairs, he turned around and says “I’ll be cleaning my room from this day forward”. When his mother gave him an incredulous look, he smiles warmly “Guess it’s time for me to learn to take care of myself, I’m not a little boy anymore”
Title: AS NAS
Main Characters/Pairings: Ryuk, Rem, Yagami Light x L, Yagami Soichiro (Light’s father), Yagami Sachiko (Light’s mother), Yagami Sayu, Asane Misa; mentions of Misa + Light, and Sayu ~~> Light (aye, you’re reading it right!)
Summary: Turn on the lights, set the table, bring the chairs. Shuffle the cards... Let’s play. The bet is your soul. Fighting the temptation might drain all your strength. Is it truly better to comply?
Rating: R + NC-17
Status: Incomplete
Genre: Romance/Anxiety/Dramatics
Warning: Serious anxiety, both as state and trait. Sexual innuendo – two men having it away with each other. Light being a typical arsehole and a hypocrite as well as a bum bandit. Author’s cynicism and obsession with Japanese medieval and Edo history. English is not my native tongue.
Disclaimer: Death Note does not belong to me. At all.
Motto: The true extent of this morass of mix-ups is marvellous to behold (Norman Davies)
THE KING OF DIAMONDS AND THE KING OF CLUBS
(chapter 1, part 2)
"Per aspera ad astra" (Lucius Annaeus Seneca)
“The term ‘fun’ is not appropriate, shinigami – because shinigami is who you are, right?” a delicate, all-knowing smile curved Light’s lips as he looked at the thin, pale creature dressed all in black, strange clothes, a leather belt hanging down on his narrow hips.
/You’re not afraid of me, boy?/ the black winged creature said, slightly surprised
Light suppressed a pitiful smile that tried to force itself on his lips and instead locked his pupils on shinigami’s gloving yellow orbs.
“As a matter of fact, I’m not. I was expecting you, for I need the answers to some questions arising in my mind”
/What on earth makes you think I’ll be willing to answer your questions, human?/
“The fact that you have brought this notebook...” Light placed his right palm on the aforementioned object “...to this world, and, consequently, my possession”
/I haven’t brought it to you, boy. I just dropped it because of my carelessness. The place it landed on didn’t matter/
“What did matter, then? Tell me, shinigami...”
/Entertainment/
“Oh, entertainment? Interesting...”
/Ku-ku, what a self-assured young man you are, Yagami Light/
“You’d be surprised if I told you what reasons do I have for it, shinigami Ryuk”
/Well, well, you humans are very interesting race! I think we’re going to have so much fun together, right, Yagami Light?/
“Perhaps... But fun is secondary to the responsibility for this world each one of us, humans, is supposed to carry upon his shoulders. But many of us forgot about it – they do not care if what they do is right or wrong, they only care about their own pleasure and comfort. So you see, Ryuk: someone must teach the rascals a lesson and take the kind-hearted under his custody – lead them, support them, protect them. My father used to say that if one’s complaining about status quo, one should take the matters into his own hands. This is a mission, shinigami, not a joke ”
/A mission, huh? I wonder whether you got such attitude from that father of yours, whom you praise so much... If you consider your actions as going along the principles he taught you, why don’t you just go and talk to him about your ideas?/
“My father must not know about it – he... he wouldn’t understand, he would tell me to stop. As far as I admire him and his sense of responsibility, his honesty and veracity, he is far to simple-minded to understand my reasons”
As if being in a trance, Light continued:
“I’ve always wanted to change the world, only I did not know how or in what way. And when I’ve learnt what needs to be healed, I found myself far too weak to even start. But now, Ryuk, the fate has given me the tool. A sword to fight the pollution in this world, a blade to eliminate the evil and the numb, the liars and the thieves. Moreover, the tool demanded – no, pleaded to be used. And I, in my kind-heartedness, agreed. This notebook has become a loyal servant of mine – no, not of mine. Of the whole human kind. It’s like a sword and a shield combined – the most perfect weapon in the entire universe. Metaphorically and literally: heaven-sent”
/But you shouldn’t think it will earn you a ticket to Heaven... Neither to Hell. You’ll die as everyone else and I’m not going to tell you how long do you have, but there’s no obvious explanation of what shall happen to you after your life ends/
“Who would think about it in the times like these?” Light laughed and ran his long fingers trough his fringe. “But will my soul be taken or my life cut short if I use this notebook more than a specific number of times?”
The sihinigami shook his head.
/No, the notebook belongs to this world now and, unless you decide to give it away, to you. And I will stay with you as long as you’d be using Death Note/
“Thank you, I shall keep that in mind”
As the week went by, Light had discovered something interesting. One day, back at home, he switched his small TV and a computer on.
“Come here and see this for yourself” he told the shinigami, pointing at the computer screen in his room.
/What is it I’m supposed to see, Light?/
“At first I couldn’t believe it” Light replied, his eyes fixed on the internet browser “But when you type ‘KIRA’, many sites of this kind start popping out of nowhere”
/Ku-ku, is this another one of your tricks, Light?/
“Oh no, not at all – it’s just the proof of the fact that this world needs a guardian” Light’s smile grew broader as he spoke “People are starting to get the message”
/Ooh, are you thinking what I think you’re...?/
“Exactly...” Light began, only to be interrupted by the words coming from the TV. His face pales, his eyebrows knot as he listens to the broadcasted message.
“So the police think that they will catch me red-handed? This man, this pathetic scoundrel dares to threaten me?!? Me? I’ll show what power I possess, you lousy blight!!!” His hand moved almost by itself when he wrote down the name of Lind L . Tailor...
And as he watched the dead body fall from the chair, he could hardly hide his triumphant smile.
“Now I know where you are from, you despicable murderer” the different voice spoke “For this news was broadcasted in one region of Japan only. I will hunt you down and make you pay for every one of your crimes. The man you’ve killed was just a decoy, and as I’m not dead yet, I presume you cannot kill me with your will only. You need to see my face, Kira. And when you will, you shall see the face of justice”
“You’re wrong, L. You are no justice – you’re standing in it’s path and, sooner or later, it is you who shall be eliminated” Light hissed through his clenched teeth, his face pale, eyebrows knotted, fingers clasped tightly on his pencil. “I have to think it over, Ryuk” he said, turning to the shinigami, who stood behind his back, watching the whole scene with a viciously amused expression on his face. “I will win this, no matter what it takes”
*****
He did as he stated, and for the next few days his attention seemed to be fully focused on school and studying. However, as he leafed through any newspaper or a magazine, he came across an article about Kira...
Even now, while sitting on his windowsill...
“Onii-chan, why did you lock the door?” a high-pitched voice asked from behind the oaken barrier.
The hazelnut-haired boy, as if abruptly awaken, hurriedly shoved the black notebook into the top drawer in his desk.
“Oh, it’s you, Sayu... I’m sorry, I was changing my clothes and that’s why the door was locked” Light replied, letting his sister in. “Can I help you with something?”
“Yes, my maths homework” the black-haired girl smiled pleadingly, holding her notebook and handbook in outstretched hands “Quadric equations, actually”
“Really, Sayu, you should be able to solve such problems by yourself” Light scolded his sister, shaking his head in disapproval.
But he helped her anyway, making sure Sayu wouldn’t come too close to the drawer which was serving as a temporary hiding place for the Death Note.
Sayu, on her behalf, preferred to watch her older brother and listen to the prosody of his speech, instead of paying attention to the explanations he was giving her. She just pretended to. Seriously, why struggle and force yourself to understand the incomprehensible, if there was always Light who could solve all the puzzles for her? Sayu loved to watch her brother move, brush his fringe from the immaculate forehead with his long fingers, write down the mysteriously looking numbers which made sense to him only... ‘Had he not been my brother, I would’ve fallen in love with his good looks, his incredible intelligence and his overall perfection... No wonder all the girls in his school give him hungry gazes... God, what am I doing! I’m drooling over my own older brother!’ she finally reprimands herself, shaking off her innocent fantasies and straightening in the old-fashioned wooden chair Light seems to fancy so much. ‘But why doesn’t he have any bad habits, like leaving dirty socks on the floor for example? It always makes me look as a black sheep of the family...’ is her last thought before they hear the doorbell ring and their mother calling them for dinner.
‘Ku-ku, humans are such interesting creatures... Who would have supposed that his sister thinks about him in THAT way! Another unexpected advantage’
*****
“You look troubled, father. Is there a new case you’re working on?” Light made a short pause in the consumption process to ask the middle-aged, black-haired man a question.
Yagami Soichiro gave his son a thankful look: Light was the only person in the family who could truly understand the difficulties and the meaning of his work.
“Yes, and a very complicated one” Soichiro sighed, tiredness weighing down on him. “It’s just what the chief inspector’s life is like, I suppose” he smiled weakly, brushing his wrinkled forehead with his palm.
“I wish I could help you with it... I would gladly...” Light added, putting his chopsticks on the empty plate in front of him. “Thank you for the dinner, mum” and as he climbed the stairs, he turned around and says “I’ll be cleaning my room from this day forward”. When his mother gave him an incredulous look, he smiles warmly “Guess it’s time for me to learn to take care of myself, I’m not a little boy anymore”