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
no titleBacked up against the wall, there is no way out.He smiles thinly and mouths a small, "Sorry," a sad imitation of remorse. The gun that he held in his hand doesn't shake in the least as he pulls his trigger, still smiling, calm as he always is and always will be.He doesn't miss.He never misses.Shit.
Death Note - AnomalyNamikawa is looking out the window of his office, watching the crowd of people below almost dispassionately. From his view, they all look to be the same, a giant entity moving to and fro like the tide. They are synchronized, and the pattern seems almost perfect. But, of course, there is an anomaly. There are always anomalies. This time, the pattern is broken up by a single person, ant-like from Namikawa's view, who seems to be set apart from the others, and not just because of his red hair. The man watches with something almost like interest as the ant below enters his office building.Moments later, the phone rings, and Namikawa finds that he has been expecting it."Hello, Namikawa speaking.""Mr. Namikawa, there's a boy here requesting to see you. He doesn't seem to have an appointment.""What does he look like?""He has red hair, appears to be in his mid-teens. He seems to be a foreigner." A pause. There are muffled voices as the secretary and the visitor converse. Then, "He also sa