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:
4,478
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.
Aut Viam Inveniam Aut Facium
Aut Viam Inveniam Aut Facium or "Either I Shall Find A Way Or I Shall Make One."
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When Light had been in elementary school he had hit a girl. Well, not hit so much as pushed. She had been a chubby-cheeked girl with a lisp and had been extremely jealous of Light's grades. One day she walked by him at recess and "accidentally" spilled juice all over the book he was reading. Light had been frustrated and upset to near tears and had shoved her into the spring mud.
Soichiro had scolded his son harshly for his behavior, stating that it was very bad manners for boys to get into fights with girls, it was rude, dishonorable, and ungentlemanly and if Light had a problem like that again he should go to an adult. Girls were to be treated with respect, no matter how rude they were and Light was better than that.
"Use your words, not your fists." His father had said.
This was the first time since that incident that Light really wanted to punch a girl.
Misa.
Why couldn't she just wait obediently like a good disciple? Didn't she realize the dangerous situation she was putting him in? What if his father suddenly came home? His carefully laid plans could be destroyed by her love-stricken whims!
There was nothing to be done about it now. Ever the gentleman, he invited her into his house and up to his room. The spoiled little model had to be put in her place. As he couldn't kill her, he'd have to manipulate her freedom. She had the Shinigami Eyes; if he could somehow arrange a way for her to see L, then he could kill L in an "accident." He could even manipulate Rem's affection for Misa.
It turned out that working them both over was incredibly easy. With a few well-placed affectionate gestures and clever words, Misa was practically on her knees begging for the reaper to kill L for her.
He hadn't quite expected the death god to agree so readily. He was nearly in a state of disbelief, his heart giving a throb of dark glee.
'Just like that…' He thought in awe.
Misa was overjoyed and quickly went off at the mouth about exchanging love-texts and how it was the perfect time of night for a romantic date.
He shut her up with his mouth. Misa squeaked in surprise before melting into the kiss. Light forced down disgust. With the model's hair floating on the edges of his eyesight, he could almost pretend the strands of gold belonged to Maria. But, Misa's stature was too small, her lips coated in sticky gloss that tasted of clay and plastic; she was very obviously, sickeningly plainly, not Maria.
Light broke the kiss, resisting the urge to toss the lace-clad woman away from him and crushed her against his chest instead. No, Misa was nothing like Maria. Maria would never wear black or such revealing lace tights. Maria didn't mar her face with industrialized products like mascara or rouge or blood red lipstick. Misa's hair was a bright, forced sunflower yellow. Not gold like Maria, and definitely not natural. Worst of all was the scent. Maria always smelled soft, like tea and herbs and birds; nothing like the overpowering fruity-flower perfume that seemed to be soaked into every stitch of Amane Misa's dress, as if she were a walking batch of potpourri.
But even so, that was no reason to cast her out. Misa was a very valuable tool for him. While not intelligent on Light's level, she was clever and mindful and she was completely and wholly devoted to him. She loved him, worshipped him, and he was plenty willing to use that to his advantage.
When he finally pulled away from her, the model's eyes were distant, her cheeks flushed in a shy, blissful daze. Apparently on cloud nine, she agreed readily to everything he told her and went home.
At the door, she threw herself at him, pressing her cheek against his to whisper in his ear:
"I vow I am, and always will be, constant and faithful in my love for you, Light. Nothing you or anyone else does shall alter these feelings. I am forever loving, forever waiting, forever yearning...forever yours."
She wandered away then, pigtails bouncing, humming a childish melody. Light felt like vomiting.
Once he was back inside the house, he rushed to the bathroom and brushed his teeth viciously. White foam filled his mouth, a strong mint that nearly burned. He gagged and spat into the sink, turning the faucet on fully. He cupped his hands under the tap and splashed water over his cheeks. Water dripped off his chin as he glared at his reflection.
"What a disgusting girl."
***
"…stole 176 million yen from the Watteifa Company and fled the country, presumably to America. He is thought to be…"
Andrew Cunningham
***
When Light had been in elementary school he had hit a girl. Well, not hit so much as pushed. She had been a chubby-cheeked girl with a lisp and had been extremely jealous of Light's grades. One day she walked by him at recess and "accidentally" spilled juice all over the book he was reading. Light had been frustrated and upset to near tears and had shoved her into the spring mud.
Soichiro had scolded his son harshly for his behavior, stating that it was very bad manners for boys to get into fights with girls, it was rude, dishonorable, and ungentlemanly and if Light had a problem like that again he should go to an adult. Girls were to be treated with respect, no matter how rude they were and Light was better than that.
"Use your words, not your fists." His father had said.
This was the first time since that incident that Light really wanted to punch a girl.
Misa.
Why couldn't she just wait obediently like a good disciple? Didn't she realize the dangerous situation she was putting him in? What if his father suddenly came home? His carefully laid plans could be destroyed by her love-stricken whims!
There was nothing to be done about it now. Ever the gentleman, he invited her into his house and up to his room. The spoiled little model had to be put in her place. As he couldn't kill her, he'd have to manipulate her freedom. She had the Shinigami Eyes; if he could somehow arrange a way for her to see L, then he could kill L in an "accident." He could even manipulate Rem's affection for Misa.
It turned out that working them both over was incredibly easy. With a few well-placed affectionate gestures and clever words, Misa was practically on her knees begging for the reaper to kill L for her.
He hadn't quite expected the death god to agree so readily. He was nearly in a state of disbelief, his heart giving a throb of dark glee.
'Just like that…' He thought in awe.
Misa was overjoyed and quickly went off at the mouth about exchanging love-texts and how it was the perfect time of night for a romantic date.
He shut her up with his mouth. Misa squeaked in surprise before melting into the kiss. Light forced down disgust. With the model's hair floating on the edges of his eyesight, he could almost pretend the strands of gold belonged to Maria. But, Misa's stature was too small, her lips coated in sticky gloss that tasted of clay and plastic; she was very obviously, sickeningly plainly, not Maria.
Light broke the kiss, resisting the urge to toss the lace-clad woman away from him and crushed her against his chest instead. No, Misa was nothing like Maria. Maria would never wear black or such revealing lace tights. Maria didn't mar her face with industrialized products like mascara or rouge or blood red lipstick. Misa's hair was a bright, forced sunflower yellow. Not gold like Maria, and definitely not natural. Worst of all was the scent. Maria always smelled soft, like tea and herbs and birds; nothing like the overpowering fruity-flower perfume that seemed to be soaked into every stitch of Amane Misa's dress, as if she were a walking batch of potpourri.
But even so, that was no reason to cast her out. Misa was a very valuable tool for him. While not intelligent on Light's level, she was clever and mindful and she was completely and wholly devoted to him. She loved him, worshipped him, and he was plenty willing to use that to his advantage.
When he finally pulled away from her, the model's eyes were distant, her cheeks flushed in a shy, blissful daze. Apparently on cloud nine, she agreed readily to everything he told her and went home.
At the door, she threw herself at him, pressing her cheek against his to whisper in his ear:
"I vow I am, and always will be, constant and faithful in my love for you, Light. Nothing you or anyone else does shall alter these feelings. I am forever loving, forever waiting, forever yearning...forever yours."
She wandered away then, pigtails bouncing, humming a childish melody. Light felt like vomiting.
Once he was back inside the house, he rushed to the bathroom and brushed his teeth viciously. White foam filled his mouth, a strong mint that nearly burned. He gagged and spat into the sink, turning the faucet on fully. He cupped his hands under the tap and splashed water over his cheeks. Water dripped off his chin as he glared at his reflection.
"What a disgusting girl."
***
"…stole 176 million yen from the Watteifa Company and fled the country, presumably to America. He is thought to be…"
Andrew Cunningham