The Aves of Maria
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Death Note › Het-Male/Female
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Adult +
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Category:
Death Note › Het-Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
22
Views:
4,465
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Death Note in any way, shape or form. Any similarities Original Characters have to real life people or other people's Original Characters is purely coincidental. I make no profit from this fic, whatoever.
Cacoethes Scribendi
Cacoethes Scribendi or "A Bad Habit Of Writing."
***
If he'd wanted to, Light could have just written the man's name in the Death Note and be done with it. Name, cause of death, and so on, easy.
Doing it that way, however, was also impersonal and to Light, this was very personal.
Today would be Takagi Akito's last day amongst the living.
It had been simple to look up the man's address and personal information. His address, phone number, the building he worked at, his credit card information, his school records, every purchase he'd made with that credit card for the past three years… ridiculously simple. Or maybe Light was just too gifted. When he was young he'd always felt that he'd been born a century too early, though now he knew he was a messiah.
Whatever the reason, he had more than enough information to carry out his plan. It was also, of course, all written out in the Death Note to ensure that Akito didn't survive by some little kink of chance. Dying of a heart attack was too good for manipulative scum like him.
Ryuk, of course, thought it all great fun hiding behind a cluster of trees as Light waited for Akito to leave his house and start walking to work. He didn't even have to wait half as long as he'd expected. Akito was still trying to tap one shoe on and his jacket was thrown casually over his shoulder. Light wrinkled his nose distastefully and followed, sweatshirt hood hiding his face.
Ryuk munched on his apple for a moment longer, hidden in the foliage of a tree, before flying off after them.
The number of people walking steadily rose in number until Light had followed Akito into the city. The sidewalks were overstuffed with humans on their way to work, morning meetings, school, and the like. It proved more helpful than a hindrance as it allowed Light to get close to the older man without being noticed or recognized until he was almost directly behind the blonde.
The crosswalk sign switched to "Don't Walk" and the flow of people crossing the street thinned to a hurried trickle. As the stoplight turned green, signaling the vehicles to begin rolling forward, the crowd surged, impatient, and Light took advantage of the moment to stretch his arm out. The palm of his hand found the middle of the blonde man's back and he pushed, whispering as he did so:
"Let the punishment match the offense."
It played out almost in slow motion. Akito stumbled off the curb and into the street. He staggered for a moment, arms pin-wheeling as he struggled to keep upright. Just as he steadied, a car horn blared, a woman shrieked, and Akito didn't even have time to form an expression of surprise as the taxi hit him head-on.
His legs were swept out from beneath him, his torso lurching forward to crack his skull into the windshield. The glass spider-webbed and blood splattered. The taxi's brakes screeched as Akito tumbled limply over the hood, over the windshield, and soared over the roof to fall to the pavement under the taillights. His arm bent at an odd angle as he landed, curling under him.
His eyes were open in shock, but completely unseeing. Blood dripped from the crown of his head, the unseen wounds under his clothing, and out of the corner of his mouth. His fingers twitched with the vestiges of life, but his chest failed to move. One of his fingernails was missing, as was his left shoe. A dozen feet away, his glasses sat, shattered and scuffed and twisted and freckled with blood, against the gutter.
The crowd exploded.
"Oh my god!"
"Holy shit!"
"Someone call 119!"
"Is he…is he…? Oh God, oh God oh God…"
Men's jaws dropped; women screamed, holding their hands to their mouths; children stood in uncomprehending awe; Light looked upon Akito's dead, bloody body with grotesque satisfaction and slipped away through the chaotic crowd. No one noticed him or thought anything of his departure.
"Judgment is served."
***
Takagi Akito. On the morning of May 24th he is pushed into traffic by a pedestrian and is hit by an oncoming car on the way to work. He dies of blood loss before paramedics arrive.
***
If he'd wanted to, Light could have just written the man's name in the Death Note and be done with it. Name, cause of death, and so on, easy.
Doing it that way, however, was also impersonal and to Light, this was very personal.
Today would be Takagi Akito's last day amongst the living.
It had been simple to look up the man's address and personal information. His address, phone number, the building he worked at, his credit card information, his school records, every purchase he'd made with that credit card for the past three years… ridiculously simple. Or maybe Light was just too gifted. When he was young he'd always felt that he'd been born a century too early, though now he knew he was a messiah.
Whatever the reason, he had more than enough information to carry out his plan. It was also, of course, all written out in the Death Note to ensure that Akito didn't survive by some little kink of chance. Dying of a heart attack was too good for manipulative scum like him.
Ryuk, of course, thought it all great fun hiding behind a cluster of trees as Light waited for Akito to leave his house and start walking to work. He didn't even have to wait half as long as he'd expected. Akito was still trying to tap one shoe on and his jacket was thrown casually over his shoulder. Light wrinkled his nose distastefully and followed, sweatshirt hood hiding his face.
Ryuk munched on his apple for a moment longer, hidden in the foliage of a tree, before flying off after them.
The number of people walking steadily rose in number until Light had followed Akito into the city. The sidewalks were overstuffed with humans on their way to work, morning meetings, school, and the like. It proved more helpful than a hindrance as it allowed Light to get close to the older man without being noticed or recognized until he was almost directly behind the blonde.
The crosswalk sign switched to "Don't Walk" and the flow of people crossing the street thinned to a hurried trickle. As the stoplight turned green, signaling the vehicles to begin rolling forward, the crowd surged, impatient, and Light took advantage of the moment to stretch his arm out. The palm of his hand found the middle of the blonde man's back and he pushed, whispering as he did so:
"Let the punishment match the offense."
It played out almost in slow motion. Akito stumbled off the curb and into the street. He staggered for a moment, arms pin-wheeling as he struggled to keep upright. Just as he steadied, a car horn blared, a woman shrieked, and Akito didn't even have time to form an expression of surprise as the taxi hit him head-on.
His legs were swept out from beneath him, his torso lurching forward to crack his skull into the windshield. The glass spider-webbed and blood splattered. The taxi's brakes screeched as Akito tumbled limply over the hood, over the windshield, and soared over the roof to fall to the pavement under the taillights. His arm bent at an odd angle as he landed, curling under him.
His eyes were open in shock, but completely unseeing. Blood dripped from the crown of his head, the unseen wounds under his clothing, and out of the corner of his mouth. His fingers twitched with the vestiges of life, but his chest failed to move. One of his fingernails was missing, as was his left shoe. A dozen feet away, his glasses sat, shattered and scuffed and twisted and freckled with blood, against the gutter.
The crowd exploded.
"Oh my god!"
"Holy shit!"
"Someone call 119!"
"Is he…is he…? Oh God, oh God oh God…"
Men's jaws dropped; women screamed, holding their hands to their mouths; children stood in uncomprehending awe; Light looked upon Akito's dead, bloody body with grotesque satisfaction and slipped away through the chaotic crowd. No one noticed him or thought anything of his departure.
"Judgment is served."
***
Takagi Akito. On the morning of May 24th he is pushed into traffic by a pedestrian and is hit by an oncoming car on the way to work. He dies of blood loss before paramedics arrive.