document18"I'm Fenna," she says, "I just moved in next door."
"Wha-- Who are you?"
"I'm Fenna," she repeats, more slowly and deliberately, "I just moved in next door."
"No, I mean, what are you doing in my house?"
"The door was unlocked," she answers, innocently.
He briefly wonders if she is mocking him. "I don't leave the door unlocked."
She does not seem to sense the implications. "Then someone else must have unlocked it."
He decides that talking sense with this girl would probably be a failure, so, instead, he asks, "Why aren't you in school? You moved here last week."
She returns the question, "Why aren't you?"
"I have the flu," he replys, but then amends with, "I'm sick."
"Oh!" she exclaims, as if she had just realized something. "Oh, then, I must be sick too!"
He stares at her with bewilderment. "Are you really?"
"I don't know. Am I?"
"Don't return questions with questions."
"You can, but it isn't polite."
She tilts her head. "Mother never told me anything about being imp
Dead, DyingI wondered what she was doing when she brought me to her house for the first time and told me to wait in the living room. She was twelve then and I was still twenty-one.
And, admittedly, I was scared of her. More scared than I had been in the past two centuries. It was irrational, I thought, considering that she was only human (and a little girl, nonetheless) and that I was immortal. But, I was scared of her.
It was almost like she could kill me.
Then, she came back holding a kitchen knife and I realized what she intended to do. I'm not ashamed to say that I almost cried out in pure, cold-blooded fear. The cry choked and died out in my throat when she lifted the weapon up without ceremony and stabbed my chest, at where my heart should be (but wasn't).
I really did cry out this time.
She didn't stop and, in an instant, pulled out the blade, thrusting it into me again in the next moment. She did that again and again, watching impassively as currents of red, red blood flowed out of my bod
82. Can You Hear Me?"Elise...? Elise...!" he cried, screamed, for her to come back, for her to turn around, for her to look at him.
Then, Shou woke up, sweat pouring off his face, face contorted in anguish. "Ah... That's right... Elise... Elise can't hear me anymore..." Because I killed her.
No. No! He doesn't remember! He doesn't remember anything! He doesn't want to remember anything!
"Elise... There was never such a person as Elise!" But, that statement sounded unconvincing, even to himself. "Elise never existed! She never...!" I never killed myself because of her.
At that, Shou felt nauseus. He felt like vomiting, felt like throwing up everything he had in his body in the hopes of forgetting. He wanted to forget, to forget about Elise, to forget about what happened.
And, he had forgotten.
But, Elise appeared again, right in front of him. She whispered in his ears as she always used to. She whispered words of indifference and false promises of friendship, of reuniting. She whispered his n
Loyalty - Drabble"You're lying," he says, immediately.
Ris merely giggles and replies with, "It's true."
He doesn't believe, not for a moment.
She laughs at his skepticism. "Believe what you want, Taint."
"It can't be true."
"Oh, but it is."
(Alice is gone.)
(She isn't coming back.)
And, how, how, how in the world does he not know? Why is Ris, of all the demons, the first to realize? Why is she the one that always, always seems to know?
Taint is, without a doubt, the most powerful demon in the world, so why, why, why does Ris know first and not him?
"She doesn't trust me," Ris explains, lightly gleaning the chaotic thoughts from his mind, "that's why I know."
Taint glowers at the intrusion, angry at himself for dropping his barriers. "What does trust have to with anything?"
"Oh, dear, dear Taint, trust has to do with everything."
He still does not understand, and her riddles infuriates him. But, he knows how absolutely pointless it is to get angry, or ev
76. Broken PiecesThe pieces had broken, and all that was left behind was a mess of blood, of flesh, of organs, of death.
Ria bent down to try and put them back together, but none of the pieces fit. She stayed for hours, trying to rearrange the pieces into a recognizable shape, but to no avail.
And, there were no bones.
There were only blood, flesh, and organs. There was death, but not a full death.
"If all the pieces aren't here, then... Then..." The only answer would be that it hadn't been broken completely. The only answer would be that it was only partly shattered. It was still okay, still okay.
"He's still alive."
He must be.
Even if everyone thought he was dead, Ria knew he was alive.
She had already punished her children, even if it was only one of them that had done the deed. She had already punished them, so she was free to go and look for him. And, she will look for him. She will search till the ends of the earth and beyond. She will never give up. She will never lose hope (because she
89. Through the FireThe scars will never fade away.
At first, she had been disgusted by them. They were proof of his betrayal, proof that he had changed, that he didn't care about her anymore. They were proof of death, of destruction. They were proof that she was one of the few survivals of her clan left alive.
But, as the seasons changed, and as she gained experience, she realized that the scars weren't just about betrayal, death, or destruction. She realized that they were a promise.
They were a promise that she would meet him again.
They were a promise that she would save him.
And that, in itself, was enough for Rio. That, in itself, would be enough for Siv too, when she finds him and shows him, she thought. That, in itself, will be enough for her late mother, for her destroyed village as well, hopefully, she thought.
The scars will never fade away.
But, now, they were a different sort of proof.
They were proof that she had been through the fire and survived. They were proof that she was not weak (she
Death Note - Orange 2When they told Beyond that he has a visitor, Beyond expects a sorrowful, maybe even vengeful, relative of the people he's killed. He expects maybe even Roger or Wammy or (a slight chance) that Naomi Misora.
They sit him down in front of a see-through window, and Beyond is more surprised than he has been for years.
"Hey," a greeting. "Didn't expect to see me, huh?"
Beyond adjusts his face back to his usual expressionless one. "No, in fact, I did not expect you at all, Matt."
The redhead smiles. "So, this means I've finally been able to surprise you, huh? My life is complete."
"You must have had a pretty meaningless life then."
"Jeez, that's harsh," he says, in mock offense. Then, quieting, "So, do you have anything to say to me?"
"I was just about to ask you that, Matt."
"I have a ton of things to say. Like, what the hell were you thinking?" Matt's voice has suddenly increased in volume. The tone is one of disbelief, confusion, hurt. (But, there is no scorn, no hatred.) "I
Death Note - Orange"Beyond."
He doesn't answer.
"Come on, Beyond. You can't stay here sulking forever."
"I'm not sulking," was the curt answer.
A sigh. "That means you're totally sulking."
The boy waits a while for Beyond to respond, and when Beyond doesn't, the boy crawls up to the attic of his own volition.
He sneezes. "Jeez, don't know why you like this place so much. So dusty." Another sneeze, as if to prove his point. "But, I guess it does feel cozy, safe." He smiles, although he is only facing Beyond's back. "Anyway, Beyond, come down. It's time for lunch."
"Don't want to."
"Why? Because of your little temper tantrum this morning? Just forget that. Everyone gets angry once in a while."
"It's not because of that, Matt!"
Matt is unfazed by the sudden change in temper. (He is best friends with Mello, after all.) "Then what's wrong?" Though Matt has never been as smart as Beyond (or Mello or Near), Matt is infinitely patient and understands in unexpected ways.
"It's L!" Of course, it is always about L