Disclaimer: don’t own Death Note.

A/N: this is the final chapter, if it doesn’t make sense I’m sorry. I think I tied up all the loose ends. It’s really short. Hope you like the final chapter. - no one of importance

And he fell, to yet another of my puppets.

L was dead, Raito was the new L, and Mello was holding Sayu for ransom. Sayu sighed as she started to loose feeling in her arms. Mello was shocked the girl didn’t fight or scream or try to do…well anything. When they came to kidnap her she ran and then hid from them. She made his goons spilt up and one by one she took them out. A resourceful girl with enough venom to kill, actually, she almost killed one of them. Mello had to come out of hiding to help contain her. Her clothes were ripped and bloody and there was a manical look in her eyes as she bashed his goon’s face in with some hard object. She got a good hit on him too, a nice left hook that made him dizzy. But when she realized she couldn’t escape she just glared and offered her hands out to be put into handcuffs. She closed her eyes and sat like a smug princess who had something up her sleeves.

They cleaned off the blood from her and her clothes, all of it belonging to his goons. It was at this moment that Mello was looking at his prize, yet it felt like he was her prize. “You’re an idiot. Letting me see you, how do you know I’m not the second Kira?”

“It’s obvious Amane Misa is the second Kira,” Sayu scoffed before sighing he hated how triumphant she looked; “Besides how could you possibly know what I look like?” She smirked, her eyes were blindfolded had been since they put the handcuffs on her, but she recognized his voice. She saw his face when they were trying to kidnap her, and she knew he was Mello, knew he was the leader.

“Your voice, and how about this question; how do you know I’m not Kira, hmm?” she asked her eyes glinting with amusement under the blindfold.

“You’re playing with fire,” he growled but she only laughed ‘I always loved fire’ He lost it, damned his agreement not to rough up the hostage. He dropped his chocolate bar and backhanded her, her face stayed turned away and menacing smile came over her pink lips.

“You’ll regret that,” she laughed softly as she turned to face him, “I can see that you’re noting but little scared punk. You’ll be fun, Raito’s starting to bore me,” she smiled wickedly, Mello felt his heart plummet to the ground and burst open at those words. A chill came over him and he couldn’t breathe, he was falling into a deep nothingness as he saw the glint of metal pull a way from his chest.

‘The idiots fall one by one, and land in my basket’

His plan failed, and the shinigami betrayed him or so it seemed to the ‘victor’. Ryuk killed him, killed Raito, and Near outsmarted him; it was Mello’s fault. Or at least that was what Near said it was. Raito was dying in the same warehouse where he should have taken up on the witch’s offer, but now he was left bleeding on the floor with Ryuk writing his name down in the Death Note. And with those last forty seconds Raito laughed. He died outside these walls, and did seven more times, almost annually. It was always caused by his sister’s rage. There was so much irony, but he was happy to finally die. The little broken shadow of his soul was crying in joy at his freedom. No longer a puppet to Sayu, no longer her dark secret.

She kept hitting him, clawing striking. Her heart was pounding and all she could see was red. She was brilliant, and nice, and a good daughter. Why didn’t her parents see that, why did they always have to look at Raito, it wasn’t fair. She was just as good as him. And he was weak, he was crying and screaming. Screaming for help, screaming at her, trying to hurt her; she’d show him, and when he stopped moving she looked down at her hands and smiled at the blood.

He was made of blood just like she was, he was not better than her, and he looked so hideous. He was a bloody mess, his face distorted, teeth missing. His eyes kept staring up at her and he was so still. She came down from her high and knew she did something wrong. She just wanted him to shut up, to see that she was better than him. Her parents would kill her too, there only son, the precious child was gone. She started to panic, what was she supposed to do?

“Make him a puppet” the damned man’s voice filtered into her mind. And she nodded she’d make her brother a puppet, and then it would just be Sayu! Sayu would be the only child and she wouldn’t get in trouble! She’d be praised just like Raito, she felt faint and dizzy as she was instructed in how to do this. His soul would be trapped, weakened, and she would see all he would see. She would know all he would know. His past was hers; his soul was hers to hurt. She would be Yagami Raito, at the cost of sending her mind to two places. She was the Puppet Master.

A week after Raito’s death Near vanished, and in later years it was discovered his private jet had a gas leak and fell into the ocean. Kira continued on with the same ideals, nothing changed; but L after L came and went taking with them Kira after Kira. But in their dying moments they only laughed, and their master lived on.

You can kill my Puppets but you’ll never kill me

fin