Author: Bleeding Destruction PM
I will make you suffer. You will watch the one you love die just as I did, and then, well, I don't know. I can't decide which one of us will live. Maybe neither of us will live. But your little Light, your Raito, Tsuki-chan… oh, no, he will die! I know that much. I want to see you cry over his lifeless corpse as I did with A. I want to see you kiss his face and scream for his life!Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Tragedy - L & Light Y. - Chapters: 2 - Words: 1,166 - Reviews: 10 - Favs: 4 - Follows: 8 - Updated: 06-29-12 - Published: 06-01-12 - id: 8172447
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Midnight: A Death Note Fanfiction by BleedingDestruction
Chapter One: Always
Inspired by Midnight, by the Birthday Massacre
Genres: Horror, Tragedy, Romance, Angst, and Suspense
I love you.
You don't believe it, do you?
You're always following that silly Lawliet around. You know he doesn't love you no matter how hard you try. It doesn't matter. Please pick me. Pick me.
It is a Monday. I wake up and look over to the bed next to me. The one where you should be, A. But you aren't there. I worry.
Then I hear a crash in the bathroom. I run over and wrench open the door.
You've slipped in a puddle of… black?
Your beautiful blue hair is gone. Replaced with a head of wet, black hair.
"A, what were you thinking? Why would you dye your hair?" I demand sadly.
You look up at me angrily. "He said to be more like him. You look like him. He loves you. See the connection, you fool?"
I frown. "But your hair was beautiful."
The silent 'it wasn't beautiful enough' rings through the air.
I love you.
You don't believe it; you never have. But I always have.
But please. He doesn't think you are beautiful like I do. I see your blue hair and green eyes and see a beautiful ocean, a gorgeous person. He sees an oddity. I can see it in his eyes.
But he loves me. And so you hate me. You hate me for being what he wants, for being the one he seeks for. It's always the same.
It is a Thursday. You look at me with anger as you wake up. I see only one thing. Gray eyes. I reel back. "A? Did you get contacts?"
You smirk. "Absolutely."
"I thought your eyes were lovely before…" I walk out of the room, hiding my disappointment. Why do you have to change?
I don't want him, please understand! I don't want to be like him; I don't want to be his porcelain doll lover. I want to be the one who protects you!
Why do you try so hard to be perfect like he wants? I hate watching you change, day after day…
You disappear from classes one day. I know you are planning something to make you look more like L. I hate it. I hate that you hate me; I hate that L loves me. If only he loved you. You would be happy and you would not hate me.
When you come to our room that night with bleached skin, I cry. Always changing, you are. And I, I am always failing you.
"It's not what I want; it's wearing you down. We're back where we started, no turning around… We're falling apart; I'm tearing you down. It's not what I want now!" Always, by the Birthday Massacre.
Short Chapter is short.