Back at headquarters, we all awkwardly stand around, more often than not looking at Rem. I’m sitting on the couches with a block of wood and a knife, whittling away as I grumble under my breath about a certain womanizer.
I hear Aizawa open the Death Note and read out the rules. “How to use it… The person whose name is written in this notebook… shall die. This note will not take effect unless the writer has the person’s face in their mind when writing his or her name. Therefore, people sharing the same name will not be affected. If the cause of death is written within forty seconds of writing the person’s name, it will happen. If the cause of death is not specified, the person will simply die of a heart attack. After writing the cause of death, details of the death should be written in the next six minutes and forty seconds… As well, the back cover has some more instructions on how to use it.” I glance up momentarily in surprise, before continuing with my attention on Aizawa’s next few words. “There are two more rules. One of them is if you make this note unusable by tearing it up or burning it, all the humans who have touched the note till then will die.”
“What?!” Matsuda exclaims. “Is that really true, Aizawa?”
“Yeah, that’s what it says.”
“No way, this sucks! Why didn’t you tell me before I touched it?”
“How was I supposed to know? I’m in the same boat, and I don’t care for it, either!”
“Oh man, maybe I shouldn’t have let my curiosity of seeing a Shinigami get the better of me!”
“Maybe,” Mr. Yagami cuts in, “but then you’d be the only one in the investigation who didn’t know what we were dealing with. Is that what you want?”
“Uh, no, of course not. I wanna be on the same page as everyone else on the Task Force, Chief.”
“And then, there’s this last rule.” Aizawa continues. “According to these instructions in the back of the notebook, if the person using the note fails to consecutively write names of people to be killed within thirteen days of each other, then the user will die.”
I glance over to Light. ‘Clever ploy, Light. Now your name, and Misa-chan’s, have both been cleared. That is, until you decide to act on your own again and screw up, or until Ryuzaki-kun calls your bluff.’
“Ah, wait a second!” Matsuda exclaims. “If that’s true, then that means that Light and Misa-Misa are completely cleared, doesn’t it?”
“Now that you mention it, that’s right.” Aizawa agrees. “Light and Misa were detained for mare than fifty days, and are still under surveillance. If either of them had been Kira, there’s no way they’d still be alive by now!”
“Wow, that’s great news, isn’t it chief?” Matsuda shouts happily.
“Yeah.” Mr. Yagami nods. I glance over to Ryuzaki, who seems rather down.
“Rem, was it?” He asks. “That’s your name, isn’t it? The white thing over there?”
I grumble under my breath, “That could be taken as a racist comment…”
Matsuda hesitantly scolds him. “Ryuzaki, isn’t it a bit rude to go around calling someone a ‘white thing’?”
“Finally! Someone with common sense!” Kiyohime exclaims in relief, before realizing who exactly she was complimenting. “What?! No! Matsuda’s too stupid to have common sense!”
“What do you want?” Rem responds calmly, and I can tell that she’s resolved to not tell us anything more than needed.
“There’s more than one notebook in the human world, isn’t there?” Ryuzaki responds without breaking his stoic façade. I don’t even worry at the fact that he figured it out, this is something I’ve anticipated.
“Who knows? There may be, and there may not be.” Vague, as predicted.
“If there are other notebooks, either here or in your world, would they all have the same rules as this one?” I avoid glancing to Light, partially not to give anything away, but also because I’m still pissed off at him. I attack the block of wood with renewed vigor.
“Yes, they are all the same. There are many notebooks in the Shinigami realm, but they all have the same rules, even the rules for when humans obtain them.”
“Ryuzaki, Misa and Light have both been cleared of suspicion.” Aizawa declares. “They shouldn’t be under surveillance any longer.”
Matsuda supports his case. “That’s right, it’s crystal clear!”
After a moment of contemplation, Ryuzaki responds. “I suppose you’re right. I understand. Please, accept my apologies for all the trouble?”
Mr. Yagami walks over to his son and rests a hand on his shoulder. “Thank goodness.”
“Yeah, but…” Light stands, and holds up his handcuffed arm. “We still can’t say we’ve solved the case until we’ve figured out everything. Would it be alright if I keep investigating with you, without the handcuffs on?”
“Yes.” Ryuzaki responds simply, keeping his face neutral. I look at my insomniac friend, and give an unperceivable sigh.
‘And like that, Light and Misa-chan have been cleared. I have a feeling that this madness will be ending soon.’
“Well?” Ryuzaki asks, looking at me expectantly.
“Well what?” I respond, trying to keep the actual confusion from my face.
“Aren’t you going to say, ‘I told you so’?”
“Why do you think I would?”
“Well, you have defended Light against his being Kira all this time. Now, we have proof that he isn’t guilty.”
“Besides,” Light cuts in, and my anger flares up again, “smiling about how you were right all along seems like something you’d do.”
I jab the knife into the block. “Shut,” I twist the knife harshly, “up,” and yank it out, along with a large chunk of the excess wood, “Light.” Everyone around me backs away a step, looking either slightly intimidated at my unspoken threat, or surprised at my dropping of an honorific. I realize my mistake, and stand. “If anyone needs me, I’ll be in my room.” Without another word, I leave to go and hide in my bedroom.
I let my hands wander, and they end up with a few pieces of origami paper. Letting them move on auto-pilot, I’m soon surrounded by little heart boxes. My thoughts wander, and I hardly even respond when someone knocks on my door.
“Mirai-chan.” I hear Matsuda call out. “Misa-Misa’s leaving headquarters today. Do you want to come say goodbye?”
“No, thank you, Matsuda-san.” I call back and my hands resume their work, my eyes almost dead. I stay in my room for two days, trying to calm myself enough to face Light, and the rest of the taskforce, after my outburst earlier.
‘If I can see Light without trying to maul his throat, I think I’ll be fine.’ I think to myself as I finally make myself presentable.
“Hah! Fat chance of that.”
‘Thanks for the vote of confidence, Kiyohime.’
“Anytime, you little brat!”
Steeling myself for any concerned looks the others might shoot me, I walk into the main room, and sit down, before proceeding as if nothing had happened in the last few days. However, I can detect a slight change in the air, not unlike the calm before a storm. I can sense the change coming from Ryuzaki, who sits beside me at the computers.
‘He’s been staring at his cup of coffee for the last five minutes… I should ask.’ I determine my answer, and wait until we’re alone to ask it. “Ryuzaki-kun, are you alright? You seem rather… out of it today.”
My words seem to snap him out of his stupor, and he glances at me. “I’m…fine, Mirai-chan.”
Sensing a fight already lost, I sigh, and recommend, “If you need to talk about anything, you know you can talk to Watari-san. And, if you feel the need, you can talk to me as well. It’s not healthy, for you or those who care for you, if you keep all your feelings locked up.”
As if contemplating my suggestion seriously, he nods silently, and continues staring. After a few minutes of my leaving him alone, he gets up, and leaves silently. I wait only until he leaves the room before I silently get up and steal after him. He leads me to Watari’s personal computer room, and I stand just outside the door after he goes in.
“Ryuzaki, is something the matter?” Watari asks, turning around. “What is it? What’s wrong?”
“Ooh, it could be something juicy, let’s try to hear what they’re saying!” Kiyohime prods, and I immediately counter her suggestion.
‘Well, we probably shouldn’t.’
‘Well, first of all, you think it’s a good idea. Instant red flag. Secondly, didn’t you see how depressed Ryuzaki-kun’s been for the last few days? If anything, it’s private, and if he feels like it, he’ll tell me.’
“But that’s boring!”
‘It’s what I’m doing.’
“Then why’d you follow him in the first place?”
‘To make sure he wasn’t going to do anything stupid.’ Without letting her retort again, I turn and walk back to the main room. A few minutes later, Ryuzaki comes back in, and continues as if nothing had happened at all. Accepting his silence, we don’t say a word to each other for the rest of the day.
A few days later, Ryuzaki’s going over the Death Note carefully, seemingly interested in the torn corner of a single page. “Hmm… interesting. The corner of the page of this notebook has been torn off. Can you kill someone just by writing their name on a piece?” He asks Rem.
“Can’t say.” She replies, avoiding giving away any information. “I’ve never tried using it like that and I don’t know of anyone who has.”
“Then let me ask you, do gods of death love apples?”
“Not necessarily. You see, our internal organs have already degraded. We’ve… evolved to a point where we do not require sustenance.”
“Say, Light…” Ryuzaki asks suddenly. “You’re finally free to leave headquarters on your own, but it seems like you never go out. Even when Misa comes to visit, you only chat with her for a few minutes outside. You do realize you’re free to have a relationship with her now, right?”
My sudden tenseness at that suggestion goes unnoticed by the two parties, and their conversation continues as if I’m not even there.
“That can wait until we’ve managed to solve this case.” Light explains. “I’m not in the mood for love, or anything else right now.” ‘Then why the hell did you kiss me, moron?!’ “Anyway, are you suggesting that I’ll be a nuisance for staying here?”
I glance back at them, and I can see Ryuzaki’s suspicion of Light begin to climb again. I give a silent sigh, and think, ‘Wonderful. Now we gotta do this all over again, just to remove Ryuzaki-kun’s suspicions of Light.’
Later that night, I have a dream, filled with blurry black, white, and gray images.
I glance around, faintly hearing chimes in the background. Nothing is clear enough to recognize, until a little girl walks into my field of view with a single doll. Soon, she begins to sing a haunted, creepy tune.
“Careful what you do.” She sings, smiling as she plays with her doll. “The gods are watching your every move. Walk with me down the dark path, with you by my side I’ll not stumble back. Even if I’m locked away, and alone, I have no doubts that you’ll find me there. You draw me close for a while, so still. You tell me everything. I’ll ne’er forget what you say, I’ll do anything to see you again. Yes, I want to see you again.” She puts her dolls down, and stares at the setting sun. “But what happens when it’s been achieved, then what will we do after that? What then?”
I awake, covered in a cold sweat. The song continues to haunt me for most of the day, and I occasionally find myself humming the tune.
After one such discovery, Mr. Yagami bursts in. “What’s going on?! I heard criminals are being killed again!”
We’re all gathered around the monitors, staring at the data. “There were sixteen deaths just yesterday. All of them were broadcast after Higuchi’s death.” Aizawa explains.
Matsuda echoes, “Immediately after, huh?”
“Do you think this could mean that Higuchi wasn’t necessarily Kira, after all?” Mr. Yagami contemplates.
“No, it’s safe to say that Higuchi was the one killing criminals until we apprehended him.” Light responds.
“Then this means that we’re dealing with yet another Kira…” Aizawa concludes.
“Oh man, not again!” Matsuda cries dramatically.
Light curses. “Damn, damn you, Kira.”
“These killings began just as Misa was freed, didn’t they?” Ryuzaki suggests.
“Ryuzaki, are you still going on about that? She has nothing to do with this!” Light counters. “Think about it, this started as soon as Higuchi died!”
“Eh, I suppose you’re right. Oh well. If there is another notebook floating around out there, and someone is using it to kill criminals, I’ll just have to bring that person to justice.”
“Ryuzaki, I’ve been thinking, even if we do manage to catch the person who’s been writing names in the notebook, will we legally be able to convict and punish them for mass homicide?” Light asks.
“What? Of course we can convict them!” Matsuda insists. “This guy’s intentionally writing names in the notebook, knowing that these people are going to die! Even if we don’t plan on publicly acknowledging the notebook, the least we can do is execute the killer!”
I glance to Rem, whose eyes have widened significantly.
“It’s not a humane way to do things, but the higher ups would probably want to take measures like that.” Aizawa agrees.
“If they admit to killing with the notebook, they’d receive the death penalty. Or life in prison, at least. That’s the best that they could hope for.” Ryuzaki concludes.
I look at Rem, and realize that she figured out Light’s true plan. ‘He’s having Misa-chan kill again, so Rem would kill Ryuzaki-kun for him. There’s no way that Rem would forsake Misa-chan at this point, so Rem truly has no choice. Manipulative bastard…’
I glance to Light, and see his smirk. ‘Rem has no choice. She’s going to kill both Ryuzaki-kun and herself. There is no other way.’ My breathing hitches, and I try desperately to calm myself before it becomes noticeable.
A few hours later, it begins to rain heavily outside. Ryuzaki stands, and without a word to us, leaves the room. Concerned for the aura of depression around my friend, I get up to follow him. This time, he leads me to the rooftop exit, and calls back, “If it’s alright, Mirai-chan, I’d like to talk to you.”
I walk out from around the corner I’d been hiding behind to reply. “Alright then.” He opens the door for me, and we walk out, in the pouring rain, to the railing, where we stare out over the city. It takes us both a moment before Ryuzaki starts talking.
“I was too young to remember when I lost my parents.” He starts, and I turn to him in surprise. “I was taken in to Wammy’s House, an orphanage for kids with special abilities, and I grew up mostly alone. The other kids thought I was strange, so I didn’t do anything with them. If anything, I spent most of my days and nights crying from the loneliness. Then, one day, I figured out an entire murder case that the police couldn’t, and they started to call me L. My deductive reasoning skills were in high demand, and it became my life. Find the interesting cases that the police can’t figure out, solve them, and vanish. The orphanage I grew up in began to look for other kids who could become my successor. It was always another new mystery for me to solve, another new puzzle. Then I was called in for the Kira case. I never expected it to take this long.” He looks at me. “I still hear the bells from the day I first got to the orphanage.”
My eyes stay on him as he finishes pouring out his life story to me, and a thought occurs. ‘Why is he telling me all of this? Unless… no, he couldn’t. It isn’t!’ Unbeknownst to me, tears begin to stream down my face.
Ryuzaki backs away from the railing, and looks at the sky sadly. “I think I’ll need to choose a successor soon. I have no idea which one will be a better fit, though.”
I walk over to stand next to him, and look in the same direction as him. A movement from the corner of my eye catches my attention, so I turn to see Light. He says something that I can’t hear over the rain, and I see Ryuzaki make the I-can’t-hear-you gesture by cupping his hand around his ear. Light tries to yell the same message, but it gets swept away by the wind and rain, so Ryuzaki makes the gesture again. Fed up, Light makes his way towards us, trying to guard himself against the rain.
“What are you two doing out here in the rain?” He repeats for the third time once he reaches us.
“We’re not doing anything in particular. It’s just…” Ryuzaki looks back towards the sky. “I hear the bells…”
“The bells?” Light echoes.
“Yes. The sounds of the bells have been unusually loud today.”
“I don’t hear anything.”
“Really? You can’t hear them? They’ve been ringing non-stop all day. I find it very distracting. I wonder if it’s a church, maybe a wedding, or perhaps a…”
‘A funeral. He really does. He really thinks, no, he knows, that it’s going to happen.’
“What are you getting at, Ryuzaki? Come on, cut it out, let’s get back inside.”
“I’m sorry. Nothing I say makes any sense, anyway. If I were you, I wouldn’t believe any of it.”
Silently, I reach for his hand to give it a reassuring squeeze. Ryuzaki glances at me, and gives me the tiniest smile.
“You know, you’re totally right.” Light responds. “Honestly, most of the things you say sound like complete nonsense. There’d be no end to my troubles if I actually took you seriously all the time. I probably know that better than anyone.”
“Yes, I would say that’s a fair assessment. But I could say the same about you.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Tell me Light, from the moment you were born, has there ever been a point where you’ve actually told the truth?”
After a moment, Light responds. “Where’s this coming from, Ryuzaki? I do admit, I stretch the truth here and there, however, find me one person in this world who’s never had to tell a lie, it wouldn’t be easy. Human beings just aren’t made to be perfect like that. Everybody lies from time to time. Even so, I’ve always made a conscience effort not to tell a lie that could hurt others. That’s my answer.”
“I had a feeling you’d say something like that.” Ryuzaki looks to the ground, smiling sadly.
Something occurs to me, and I break away from both of them to go to the railing. Their eyes follow me, and I do the stupidest thing I can think of. I begin to sing softly, in my accented English.
“It starts with pain, followed by hate, fueled by the endless questions no one can answer. A stain covers your heart, and tears you apart just like a sleeping cancer. Now I don’t believe men are born to be killers, I don’t believe the world can’t be saved. How did you get here, and when did it start? An innocent child with a thorn in his heart… What kind of world do we live in? Where love is divided by hate… Losing control of our feelings, we all must be dreaming this life away… In a world so cold…” They stare at me in mild surprise for a few moments, before I turn back to them, a sad smile in place. “Let’s go back inside. We’re all drenched.”
“Yeah.” Light nods, and we go back.
Back inside on a stairwell, we dry ourselves with the towels that were in a nearby room. I twist my hair harshly to strain the water from it, before attempting to towel dry it.
“Well, that was certainly an unpleasant outing.” Ryuzaki remarks, walking over to Light.
“It’s your own fault.” Light chastises. “I mean, what’d you expect?”
“You’re right, sorry.”
Ryuzaki takes the towel from his head, and goes to dry Light’s feet.
“What are you doing?” Light asks hesitantly, with a little hint of embarrassment in his tone.
“I thought I might help you out. You were busy wiping yourself off, anyway.”
“Look, it’s fine, you don’t have to do that.”
“I can give you a massage as well. It’s the least I can do to atone for my sins. I’m actually pretty good at this.”
“Fine, do what you want.”
I’m staring at them now, my mind racing. ‘Is-is Ryuzaki-kun admitting defeat? Hold up, this is like that one Bible story I read. How did it go? The prostitute washed the feet of the god with her tears, and dried them with her hair, and in exchange, she was forgiven of all her sins?’
“Well, damn.” Kiyohime comments. “That’s pretty much what’s happening here. If this isn’t symbolic, I don’t know what is.”
Some rainwater drips from Ryuzaki’s hair onto Light’s feet, and he picks up a towel to dry Ryuzaki off. “Here, you’re still soaked.” Light says, as he towel dries Ryuzaki’s hair.
“I’m sorry.” Ryuzaki apologizes again.
‘Ryuzaki-kun instigated this, so he’s either ignorant of the symbolism of this, or he’s doing this intentionally in order to show Light that he has acknowledged Light to be Kira, and Kira to be a god, or I’m reading into this far too much.’
“It’ll be lonely, won’t it?” Ryuzaki suddenly asks.
“You and I will be parting ways soon.”
At this very emotionally packed moment, Ryuzaki’s phone begins to ring. He answers it. “Yes? … I understand, I’m on my way.” And he hangs up. “C’mon, let’s go Light, Mirai-chan. It seems like it’s all worked out.”
On our walk back to the main room, Ryuzaki slows down enough to keep pace beside me.
“Thank you, Mirai.” He says, catching me off guard by dropping the honorific. ‘I really need to work on that.’ “Thank you for being my first friend.”
I nod, and give him a one-armed hug. “Of course, Ryuzaki. I’ll always be your friend.”
When we walk into the main room, Matsuda immediately confronts us. “Ryuzaki, what’s the meaning of this?! You’ve somehow gotten permission from another country to use the notebook for an execution?!”
Ryuzaki sits down in his usual stance. “Watari, excellent work, thank you.”
“Not at all.” Watari accepts the compliment.
“First things first. Please make arrangements to transport the notebook immediately.”
“Ryuzaki, what’re you trying to do?” Light questions.
“I’m going to try out the notebook for real.”
An audible gasp fills the room. “We can’t do that! And there’s no point in testing it, as we already know that the notebook’s power is real!” Aizawa protests.
“And besides, who’s gonna write the name?” Matsuda adds, desperate to dissuade Ryuzaki. “If someone starts writing in the notebook, they’ll have to obey the thirteen day rule and keep writing names forever!”
“It’s already been worked out.” Ryuzaki reassures them. “The person who will write in the book is a criminal scheduled to be executed in just over thirteen days. If he’s still alive, thirteen days after writing the name, he’ll be pardoned from execution.”
“But still, to sacrifice a life-” Mr. Yagami protests, but Ryuzaki interrupts him.
“We’re very close. If we work this out, the entire case will be solved!”
As if in response to his declaration, a bolt of lightning crashes down near us, making the entire building shake. Soon after, all of the screens go dark, before glowing red.
“What is this?!” Matsuda exclaims. “A blackout?”
“Watari?” Ryuzaki calls the name in concern. “Watari!”
The screens then display a single message. “All data deletion?!” Aizawa reads. “What the hell’s going on?!”
“I told Watari… to make sure that he should erase all information in the event that something were to happen to him.” Ryuzaki confesses, now beginning to shake.
“If something were to happen…” Aizawa echoes.
“Could it be?” Matsuda continues.
“Where’s the Shinigami?” Ryuzaki demands.
“Good question, I don’t see it!” Mr. Yagami responds.
As my predictions come true, tears spring to my eyes again, and I cover my mouth in horror.
“What’s going on?”
Ryuzaki shouts, “Everyone! The Shiniga-” He freezes mid-sentence, before dropping the spoon he was holding. As if in slow motion, I see him falling out of his chair and towards the ground. Without a single thought, I lunge to catch him before he can make contact with the floor.
I fold my legs beneath me, sitting up, and stare at Ryuzaki in horror, as the tears begin to fall from my eyes. Light Joins me on Ryuzaki’s other side, and everything around the three of us just seems to fade away, into the background. I can see Ryuzaki seeing his life flash before his eyes, and I myself can almost hear the bells he was describing to me earlier. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Light smirking in victory, and my tears begin to fall harder. I look into Ryuzaki’s eyes, and my tears only hasten their pace as I see his eyes finally shining after appearing dead for so long. He stares at Light in horror, and his gaze moves to me, before his eyes slowly, ever so painfully slowly, begin to close.
“No…” I whisper, before leaning in closer to him. “No, Ryuzaki… Please…” My tears don’t seem to stop. “Was it truly worth it?” The last phrase I whisper so softly, I myself hardly hear it. I pull up, and my cries begin to get more frantic. “No, Ryuzaki, c’mon, wake up! Stop fooling around! Ryuzaki! Ryuzaki!! Ryuzaki!!!” I pull away entirely, tears completely obscuring my vision. “No… NO!!!” I shriek, before bolting from the room, my tears and cries of agony and suffering reverberating around me. I don’t know where I’m running, but I keep going. Without realizing it, I end up on the rooftop. “What am I…?” I question myself, not expecting an answer.
“Look, you useless mortal.” Kiyohime confronts me. “I need your mind and soul in good condition when I can finally devour them, and since this has probably scarred you emotionally forever, this is all I can do to help. Something’s about to fall from the sky onto this rooftop, alright?”
I glance around, and see a small, white object land close to where Ryuzaki, Light, and I had been standing only an hour prior. I walk over, and pick it up.
“This is a Death Eraser, they’re pretty hard to get, so be grateful for it. With this, you can revive anyone who was killed by the Death Note. Now, I’ve got an entire plan laid out, alright? So listen up.” I focus all of my attention solely on her instructions. “Go find Rem’s Death Note, tear out the page with Ryuzaki’s name on it, and write a fake, English name on the next page. Hide the page you tear out, and wait until after the paramedics take his body away before reviving him. Better yet, wait until just before the funeral, and replace his body with sandbags in the coffin. Understood?” I nod. “Alright then, what are you waiting for?!”
I take off, and begin to search every room for Rem’s remains. I eventually find a pile of sand in the filing room, with a Death Note resting on top of it. I race over, careful not to disturb anything, open the notebook, flip to the last used page, and read aloud, “L Lawliet. No wonder nobody knew your name, everyone assumed it was already an alias.” I glance around, and grab a nearby pen, before writing the name, ‘James Lakely’, and replacing the Death Note to exactly where I had found it.
I fold the paper, and slip it into my jeans pocket. ‘Now what?’
“Dude, I’m only saving your friend here, alright? Whether you bring him back or not is up to you. I’m not in control of your life!”
I then decide something, and race out of the room to the rooftop again. With no reason to, other than to have a reasonable excuse as to where I had gone, I walk over to the railing, and take off my shoes, placing them where I was just standing. I sit on the railing, looking down onto the streets below, looking very similar to a woman about to commit suicide.
I stand there, looking onto the streets below, thinking. Within me, a great debate rages.
‘What’s the point in bringing him back? He was our greatest obstacle! With him out of the way, we can create a new world!’
‘But he was our friend! Our only true friend!’
‘Sacrifices are necessary to bring about order!’
‘Isn’t there some way to bring him back, but keep him from getting in our way?’
Suddenly, a third side speaks up. ‘You know, that’s actually possible. It would be considered cruel to many people, and disgusting by many others, but it is possible. It would satisfy both sides of this argument. He would be brought back to life, and you could see him again, and he would stay out of our way.’
As the idea forms in my head, I let out an audible gasp. “That’s brilliant…” and I begin to fill in all the little details.
Soon enough, however, I hear the door to the roof slam open, and my thought process is stopped by the sound. I quickly file away the thoughts so as to not immediately forget them.
“Mirai, what the hell do you think you’re doing?!” Light yells as he races towards me. Without giving me a chance to respond, he wraps his arms around me, keeping me immobile. “Don’t you dare. Don’t you dare try to kill yourself. Everything is finally out of our way, we can finally create a new world, and we can do it together, Mirai.”
I take a shaky breath, and say, “Then, pray tell, why did you keep so many secrets from me? Misa-chan being the second Kira, your plans to re-establish Kira after you regained your memories, that goddamned kiss?!” Without my noticing, he’d pulled me back over the railing. “Excuse me for making assumptions, but from all of that, I’d thought you replaced me with Misa-chan.”
“What?” He looks at me like I’m the crazy one. “Like she could replace you, she’s too stupid to lead the world into a new age. You were the one who came up with the idea to create a new world using the Death Note. You are an essential part of Kira, and you can’t be replaced by anyone. So please, don’t think about killing yourself. Alright?”
“You won’t keep any more essential information from me until last minute?”
“Good. Now…” He takes my hand. “Let’s go back in, it’s still raining, and you’re drenched again.”
“Sure, just, one sec.” I reach down and slip on my shoes, before I straighten again and move to follow him inside. Instead, he takes my hand and leads me in. I hear Light mumble something under his breath, and I call him out on it. “What was that?”
“Oh, n-nothing! Nothing at all!”
“Light…” I say, threateningly.
He sighs, and grumbles it loudly enough for me to hear. “I don’t regret kissing you, though. That wasn’t a lie.”
My face flushes red, and a small smile makes its way onto my features. I stand in front of Light, facing him, and say, “I don’t regret that kiss, either. I just hope you won’t regret this one.” With that said, before I can chicken out, I grab his head, and press my lips to his. After the initial shock, he responds to my gesture quite willingly. When we pull away, I blush, and give a small smile.
“Ugh, get a room!” Kiyohime complains.
“We’d better get back, before the others get suspicious.” Light suggests, and I soundlessly nod.
We walk back inside, and I adopt the look of a depressed girl, mourning the death of her closest friend. I don’t respond to any of the other Task Force members, and let Light drag me to my room. Once inside and alone, I change into some dry clothes, and quickly think of the rest of my plan.
‘Though the goal we’ve strived to achieve for all these months has been reached, I feel like I’ve been torn to pieces. Friends are truly important, for what purpose is there of creating a new world if it is a world without the people you love? How intriguing…’