I love manga, anime and video games. Here's all about my favourites!! All the info I know (and thought of while I was writing...), so if you know anything else, please, tell me!!!!!!!
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But just a warning, this is my first Otaku World, so I'm bound to make a few mistakes here :)
Also, I make a lot of typos cus I type kinda fast sometimes and have *always* been way too lazy to check over it. But hey.
And I apologize in advance for the fan fic. I have the most unoriginal ideas.


The First Time...

Sayu felt her eyes tug towards her watch again. Matsuda was running late. Unless he had simply chosen not to show? She tapped her foot nervously, tugging on a strand of loose hair. After waiting another five minutes, she pulled herself to her feet and began to walk away, burying her hands in her pockets as she went. It was only September but the cold was already biting at her through her jacket, and it stung the tear tracks where they ran.

Matsuda hovered anxiously across the road. He had watched Sayu as she sat, deathly still, unable to move. How could he sit with her, talk to her, laugh with her? He couldn’t; not when he had…The memory of that fateful day was running in his head again. Light’s tortured face had never been far from his mind, but seeing the similarities in Sayu made it stronger than ever before.

The argument in Matsuda’s head was raging fiercely, and he didn’t notice that he had started walking. Matsuda was perhaps ten feet behind Sayu when he finally realised that he was no longer stood still, his eyes fixated on the back of her head. He blushed and pushed his eyes down to the floor. That was when he noticed the glistening, wet droplets dotting the pavement. “Sayu!” he called desperately, but at that moment a strong wind pulled his speech away. His footsteps sped up and he caught her shoulder. “Sayu…” he breathed.

Sayu jumped at the warm touch on her shoulder. She turned slowly, the bitter wind teasing her hair out behind her and tugging her tears away. When she recognised the sheepish expressions of the man behind her, the paleness in her face dissipated quickly into a violent blush and she forced the final tears out of her eyes. “…Matsuda.” Her voice was weak, as was the nod that accompanied his name.

Noticing her attempt to hide her crying from him, Matsuda acted as though he had not noticed. “I’m sorry…” he said, his voice still foggy. “I didn’t mean…I apologise…I’m sorry I was late.” He cursed his ineloquence inwardly, and jumped when Sayu giggled. “It’s okay,” she laughed, her voice light and tinkling.

Sayu watched Matsuda getting more flustered and couldn’t hold back another chuckle. “Shall we…get a drink?” she asked politely, and he accepted with a silent nod, afraid he would embarrass himself again if he were to speak. They went to a nearby café and had coffee together, but only ever made small talk. Matsuda couldn’t get over his shyness, and Sayu couldn’t accept that she was on a date…much less that she was on a date with Matsuda.

Even though the two of them had not shared many words, they felt infinitely more comfortable together as they left the coffee shop. Sayu walked next to Matsuda, willing herself to take his hand. She took her hand out of her pocket very slowly, reached towards his hand – which was dangling uselessly by his side…She was just about to take his hand when a sharp gust of wind made her shiver. Noticing this, Matsuda slipped his arm around her shoulders easily, and she smiled gratefully at him.

Matsuda marvelled at the grace with which he had put his arm around her, but felt a definitely ungraceful blush spread over his cheeks again. He wanted to say something, but the words were lost on the way out.

“…Well, I had better go in then.” Sayu was disappointed that they had reached her house already; the silent walk here had been comforting and warm. Matsuda was disappointed, too…he hadn’t managed to express himself, and now she wouldn’t want to see him again. Sayu hung near him for a minute, and then nodded before stepping up to her front door.

“Wait.” Matsuda’s voice had suddenly become commanding, and Sayu had to pull back another laugh as she turned to face him once more, her eyebrows raised curiously. Matsuda was suddenly overcome by shyness again. “I…” Surveying her soft features, he finally realised how unlike she and Light really were. He had never had her wide, innocent eyes; her perfectly pale skin so prone to a cute, gentle blush; her soft hair that gently bounced down to her shoulders, framing her face. Everything about her was gentle, soft, innocent, whereas Light had become harsh and cruel and cunning.

Matsuda urged himself to say something; give his fragile feelings form. He saw Sayu bite her lip anxiously, and he knew she would not wait for long. “Would…would you…would you see me again?” The words had rushed out, tripping over each other, and he was certain she could not have understood.

Sayu had been worried about Matsuda’s next words, but at his question, a slow smile gradually stretched across her face. She walked up to him slowly, looking into his hazel eyes and feeling an inexplicable tug in her heart. Stretching up, she whispered in his ear, “I’d love to.” A goofy grin broke out on Matsuda’s face then, and he stroked her hand clumsily. “Shall we say…next Sunday, ten o’clock, meet here?” Sayu asked, knowing that she would need to be the level-headed one. Matsuda nodded, and she skipped back to her door. As she turned her key in the lock, she looked at him one last time and blew him a kiss.

Sayu flew up the stairs and locked herself in her room before sinking down onto her bed, still smiling. The guilt she had first felt about dating Matsuda had disappeared completely; those precious few hours had been totally Light-free.

Matsuda watched Sayu go inside, knowing that a soppy grin was still plastered on his face. A twitch at the window drew his eyes, and he could have sworn he saw Soichiro’s stern face gazing out at him. But even that couldn’t spoil his sky-high mood, and he wobbled down the road, still caught up in Sayu’s stunning eyes and beautiful smile.

Misa's Death...

Misa Amane looked out of the window sadly. She was sat the window seat of the apartment she and Light had lived in…until three weeks ago, that is. Three weeks ago to the day, Misa’s heart had been broken so badly that she knew it would never fix. She looked over at Light’s Iei in its place on the hearth and sighed again. It was a lingering, painful sigh, and she had done it so many times over the last twenty one days that it was impossible to count.

It was raining outside. Misa had always loved the rain; the way it made everything sparkle and shine, the feeling she got when she splashed in all the puddles, and the gentle pitter-patter noise it made when it hit the ground. But now it just echoed in her hollow body. Another shimmering tear rolled down her pale face, and splashed onto the cushion below her. Misa was surprised that she still could cry after the gallons of tears that had leaked out recently.

Misa unknotted herself and rose gradually to her feet. She pulled a lipstick out of her pocket and applied a deep crimson to her pouting lips in the mirror. Once that was done, she smiled sadly and pulled on her coat over the black, pinstriped dress and stockings she was wearing, fiddling with the fastening on her lacy corset as she did so. Misa was still wearing Gothic Lolita, but she refused to wear anything that wasn’t black now. She was a widow, as far as she was concerned – even if she and Light hadn’t managed to get married before his death…

Outside, Misa walked to the bridge in the centre of town, letting herself get soaked in the meantime. Everywhere she looked was desolate, and she settled down on the abandoned bridge, sitting on the edge with her legs dangling over the side. She thought back to the first day she had met Light, and smiled a little. His brown hair playing softly over his face, the serious expression of fierce and absolute concentration carved into his angelic features, the justice fuelled thoughts that she knew were bouncing around in his head…

Without realising, Misa had stood up again. She buttoned up her coat to protect against the sharp, bitter wind that was whipping her hair around her face, and drummed her fingernails on the railings gently. Her nails were immaculately manicured; a deep purple nail varnish that was almost black, with a spiralling silver flower on each one. She ran one hand through her long, blonde hair, with fresh highlights and a gentle curl.

Misa looked better on the outside now than she ever had, but inside, she was black and blue. She had to see Light, at least once more, to apologise…If she had followed Light’s plan perfectly, then he wouldn’t have died…right? His plans were always flawless; it had to have been her fault. Misa decided to take things into her own hands – she would be with Light if it killed her. She clambered up onto the hand rail, oblivious to her four inch heels. Looking down into the foamy, dark waters below, she imagined Light’s face, smiling softly. She took a deep breath. And then…she fell.

Light And Takada's First Date

Light looked up from the notes he was taking and glanced over at Takada, whose head was buried in her notebook, her pen scratching away quickly. Thinking about it, Light supposed that they never really acted as a couple; they didn’t hold hands or hug each other, and they hadn’t been on a date ever. They only ever hung out on campus during school time. Considering it, Light thought it must be suspicious to anyone who talked about their relationship – and many people did, seeing as she was Miss To-Oh, and he was one of the guys who got a perfect score on their entrance exams. He and Takada were together plenty, that was for sure, but it was only that they were together.

Light tore a scrap of paper out of his college notebook and scribbled down a quick note. ‘If you’re not doing anything on Sunday, would you like to come to the art gallery around the corner with me? You can come over to my house for dinner afterwards, too, if you’d like.’ He folded the note and printed Takada’s name on it, before thrusting the note across the table at her. She seemed to snap out of a daze, and she blinked heavily a few times before unfolding the note. Her eyes skittered across the page, blurring as she read, and then she looked up at Light with the penetrating look that charmed most of the men at the college. She nodded quickly, and turned back to her notes. Light breathed a sigh of relief; their relationship was about to look normal to outsiders.

Then Light realised something; he would have to tell Misa he was going on a date with another woman. She was not going to be happy. Also, wouldn’t one date lead to another…and another…? He hadn’t thought this through; it was so unlike him. But he would think it through later. Right now, he should be paying attention in his class. Instead, he focused on the intricate doodle on the back page of his notebook. It looked vaguely like Ryuk, actually. Weird.

“But Light-kun! I want you to spend all of Sunday with me! I booked a day off work and everything, so we could spend loads of time doing couple stuff! I thought maybe we could watch a film, or something…else. Something more fun.” Light looked up from the book he was reading, and snapped it shut with a sigh. He waited until he had placed it on the table next to his bed, carefully laying it at a perfect right angle, and opened his mouth to speak, arranging his words as carefully as his room. “Misa, you know why I’m doing this. I have to throw suspicion off of you and I. If anyone suspected that we were together, L would investigate and then we wouldn’t be able to be together! Especially not if L manages to find something out because of us, and he discovers that you or me have the Death Note – he’ll kill us. I couldn’t let that happen to you.” He paused here, portraying the right emotions perfectly, and took her hands gently.

Light stood up, still gripping Misa’s hands, and whispered in her ear. “I love you, Misa. I am prepared to do everything I can for us to be together, and if one date with a girl I don’t like will help, then I’ll do it. For you and me, Misa. I’ll do it…for us.” And with that, he leant in and kissed her on the lips, a more passionate kiss than either of them had ever shared with anyone before. When Light pulled away, Misa’s eyes remained closed as she breathed heavily, swaying slightly. When her eyelids eventually fluttered open, her eyes had a far off gaze in them, and the lights made them sparkle like stars. “Okay,” she whispered, but Light was absorbed in his book again – he knew she would agree after that.

That Sunday, Light dressed carefully and left the house, managing to avoid his mother and Sayu; his father had stayed overnight to work on the Kira case, as per usual these days. He would come home sometime, if only for the whiskey stashed in his writing desk. Light arrived at the bus station five minutes early, and scanned the crowd expertly for Takada. When he spotted her silky hair amongst the other people, he threaded his way through the large swarm of strangers until he was standing next to her. To attract her attention, he put his hand on her shoulder. She turned around, shocked, but relaxed when she recognized Light. “Hi,” she breathed. He took her by the hand and led her onto their bus, where they sat near the back in a double seater.

Light finally looked at Takada properly. Her hair had been curled, and hung loosely around her face. The darkness of her ringlets contrasted brilliantly with her pale face, and her green eyes stood out, electric and yet calming at the same time. She wore a lacy top with a short, fitted cardigan draped over her shoulders, and a skirt cut just above the knee. “You look nice,” Light stammered, cursing himself for the way his voice portrayed his sudden, unexplained nervousness. Takada blushed, gripping her bag tightly, and mumbled her thanks. The pair of them spent the journey in complete silence.

At the gallery, Light paid for both Takada and himself and they wandered around the empty spaces, pretending to gaze intently at the artwork they passed. Light was restless, and yet at the same time he felt a warm content at being able to stand this close to Takada. But the feeling was pushed away when he heard a shrilly voice calling his name from the end of the room. “Light! Light, over here! It’s me! I didn’t know you were coming here today!” Light managed to avoid swearing, and turned around, forgetting Takada.

Light raised an eyebrow warningly, but Misa took no notice and came running at him, still squealing about how happy and surprised she was to see him. Takada was still quite shy around Light, and so she tugged at his hand to get his attention. “Light, do you – do you know Misa Misa?” Light nodded, “Yeah, we met in a shop somewhere and started talking. Misa, this is my girlfriend, Kiyomi Takada.” Misa beamed. “He’s never mentioned you before!” Takada blushed violently, and shrank back even more. Light was fuming. How dare Misa go against him?

“Well, we’d better get on, Misa,” Light growled. “Sorry to have to leave, but we need to get home soon for dinner. So, we’ll talk later, yeah?” And with that, he strode off, towing Takada behind him. He didn’t speak to her until they were in his room, when he turned to Takada and said, “So what do you want to do until dinner’s ready then?” Takada smiled. “I don’t mind. I’ll do whatever you want to, Light.” Light still couldn’t get rid of his anger at Misa, and it didn’t help that when he looked out of the window he saw Misa watching from the street. She saw him looking at her, and waved wildly, but Light didn’t react. He turned to Takada and beckoned her over. Puzzled, Takada wove around his room until she was stood with him, and he put his hands on her waist as he kissed her. The whole time, he had one eye on Misa in the street, and saw her jumping up and down in rage. He smirked. Desired effect: achieved.

Light and Takada went back up to Light’s room after dinner to pick up where they left off. But first, Light went over to the window, pretended to adjust the blinds, but could see that Misa was still watching him. Good. He turned to Takada, and took off her cardigan. As they melted into one another, Light made sure they stayed within Misa’s view the whole time. When it was getting dark, Light’s mother called up the stairs, telling him to walk Takada home. He pulled his shirt up off the floor and put it on, watching as Takada slipped back into her own clothes.

Light and Takada walked home comfortably, their fingers knitted together, and the silence was no longer uncomfortable. But Takada never noticed that Light was just acting, no matter how well. The whole day had been a lie, just a cover up to Light, as well as a small bit of revenge. It was a good thing that Takada fell into Light’s trap, or else his first careless action could have led to his downfall faster and more publically in the future…From that day on, Light never did one more careless thing. Everything was planned immaculately, down to the last tiny detail.