Pokemon Fan Fiction ❯ 100_Situations: Theme Set #1 ❯ Theme #65: Scream ( Chapter 65 )

Title: Death Note (Part XVII)
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Red/Ash)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #65, Scream
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Pokemon belongs to Nintendo and Shogakukan Comics. This non-profit, non-copyright infringing fanfiction belongs to me under international copyright laws and taking it is plagiarism. Thank you. *Phantomness bows*

Notes: <> for telepathy, ** for thoughts, italics if a pokemon talks

Warnings: AU, shoujo-ai, shonen-ai Originshipping (Wallace/Steven)

 

It had all started out so simply. Red had been invited to Yotsuba Corporation; they had wanted her to star in one of their commercials, so Machisu had gone along in his role as her manager and Wataru as her boyfriend and emotional support. The shoot itself went quite brilliantly, and they had been leaving when one of the men - a Vice President by the look of it, had invited Red upstairs to chat about a contract, and Wataru-san had gone with her because Machisu was busy flirting with another model and not paying any attention at all. And then Vice President Daisuke had asked her point-blank if she was Kira, and of course she had said no, and then he had laughed and said that since she didn't have the eyes she was useless and then he had taken out a notebook and some invisible force had pinned him to the ground and then things went downhill from there.

 

No. Mikuri hissed. I will not let this happen.

He wrote quickly in his own notebook, but barely had he finished the first half of the name before the pen was snatched away. He blinked, only to see it was not Daisuke, but Daigo.

What…?

Are you crazy? The other Shinigami shouted. If you prolong that girl's life by killing this man, you'll die!

I don't really care right now!

Well, I'm not letting you waste your life on some human! And they had wrestled over the Death Note, even as Red had grabbed it away from Daisuke.

Her eyes opened wide in shock as she grasped it, remembering…. Dazed, she didn't notice the presence of Daisuke's gun until Wataru pushed her out of the way. Wataru hissed, but not so much in pain as she inwardly thanked her lucky stars that she was wearing her iron corset. The bullet had flattened against it, but done little damage.

“I… remember…” Red murmured, even as Daisuke fired again. Her eyes hardened, as she bit her thumb, drawing blood, and began to trace the letters of Daisuke's name. Wataru had frowned; telling her this was no time to write notes when suddenly, Machisu had burst in with his gun drawn.

He saw Wataru and Red huddled together and Daisuke with a gun, so he decided that the situation was tolerably obvious. Daisuki must have decided to rape Red! She was a pretty girl.

 

“Mikuri, what are you doing? Help me!” Daisuke snapped. “I need that notebook back right now!”

Mikuri, unfortunately for him, was otherwise occupied, still trying to break free from Daigo's grip. The other Shinigami was strong.

I will not let you hurt her. Mikuri growled.

They seem to be handling the situation well. Daigo said. But I'm not letting you go, Mikuri. It's not worth it.

Who the hell are you to judge me?

Daigo stiffened. That is a secret.

 

“He's Kira!” Red pointed to Daisuke helpfully. Wataru frowned. This man was Kira? Certainly, he had asked about Red being the second Kira, but…

Her thoughts cut off abruptly as Red tore a scrap out of the notebook and pressed it to her hand. Instantly, memories flashed brightly before her eyes and she nodded.

Machisu needed no other invitation, and opened fire. Daisuke reeled back from an onslaught of bullets, and fell to the ground, bleeding severely but not dead. The policeman wasted no time calling for backup, glad that he had managed to stow a pistol on him. It took mere moments before Daisuke was carted off in handcuffs.

Wataru held Red's hand, even as she shakily traced out the last stroke. Mikuri and Daigo both looked up.

Well now… things are getting interesting again. Daigo said. You want my notebook back now, Wataru?

Wataru frowned. “I can't see you, Daigo.”

Ahh… it's all right then. You can see Mikuri.

We're not finished yet, Daigo! Mikuri snapped. You still owe me an explanation! Don't tell me you thought it was interesting to watch them in mortal peril!

Daigo flinched slightly. I stopped you because I didn't want you to die.

Why would you care?

I care… because…

 

Outside, Daisuke suddenly collapsed, clutching his chest. Red's eyes were hard as she closed the Death Note.

Wataru jumped, as something brushed against her, before she realized that it was a very familiar notebook. She smiled.

“I accept ownership of this Death Note.” She said simply, even as Red nodded to Mikuri.

Their memories were their own again.

 

It was a few moments before Machisu and the other members of the task force returned. Wataru had stowed her Note, while Red's still lay open, names written on it, and there was a large splotch of blood coating many of the pages too.

“Wataru! Are you all right?” Sakaki asked, seeing his daughter bleeding.

“I think so.” Wataru said. The bullet had not gone in deep, but they had needed an explanation. “I…”

“It's all right now.” Seiyou said. “We definitely got Kira this time!”

Wataru nodded. “I see…”

“So this was his murder weapon?” Seiyou asked, picking up the Death Note. She gasped in surprise as she saw Mikuri floating in midair, affecting a bored expression. “S-Shinigami…!”

As the notebook was passed around, Red and Wataru exchanged glances. As long as they didn't forfeit ownership, their memories would remain, and Seiyou might gloat, but her time was running short…

Wataru smiled. Seiyou's death was written in the note she now carried - Red's old one - so there was no evidence against them.

Soon. Soon everything would be over…

 

End Fic

Completed 1/15/07

Lance: ^^

Red: ^^