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+DN+ Aftermath

By Melloni Oujisama (Prince Mello the Second of the +DN+ Royalty, ruler of the planet Neptune and Empress of Dimension 364.2)

Whoo, observe my unspeedy timing. –glomps you- Oh yeh baby I rock.
(Lawliet-Shinigami: She’s scarier than ever.
Raito-Shinigami: I’ve seen worse. Compared to Near, Melloni is a fluffy kitten.
Lawliet: Why Melloni anyway?
Raito: I think she’s trying to be the second Mello.
Lawliet: 0________0 …But Mello isn’t dead… yet…
Raito: So why are we in this fic anyway? Aren’t /we/ supposed to be dead?
Lawliet: Beats me. Hopefully she’ll get one of the characters to do a small explaining session at some point. Maybe my little sister. She’s clever, just like her o-nii-san.
Raito: Don’t be stuck up. Why are we death gods?
Lawliet: Shut up, byotch, I’m bored with questions now. Let’s make out. :3)

Warning-This fan-fiction contains death, gore, BL, suggestiveness and a couple of other things flamers go to town on. This is a warning from me to you not to flame, because I don’t appreciate being burnt.

This is a continuation from the end of Death Note, set four years after the manga. The original manga is © Tsugami Ohba and Takeshi Obata. OCs, including Kaze and Niiya, are © myself, oOospringsheepieoOo

LOCATION NOT SPECIFIED
MARCH 15TH 2013
07:28

If Near had recognised the name, he gave no sign of it; his face was carefully impassive as the two detectives stared at each other, measuring one another up, light-haired against dark-haired, female against male.
“I have heard the name,” Near said after a silence of perhaps two or three minutes, “but the Mello I knew died four years ago, in the same year as Kira. Are you going to try and tell me that he’s alive too, based on no absolute fact but your ‘female intuition’?”
The little sister of L Lawliet smiled widely. “No, Near-san. No. I’ve seen him. I know he’s alive. I’ve been tracking him for the last four years- ever since he was announced dead.”
“Kaze-san, I think I’ll need more proof than the word of one who firmly believes that more than one dead man is still walking this earth.”
The woman flushed. “Near-san, I don’t firmly believe it. I believe it, but not so absolutely. I am not inclined to firmly believe anything in this life.”
“Then why are you telling me this?”
“I thought you might want to know, at least, Near-san. Still, you are being rude in return to my giving you information. You are distracting me in the middle of telling you something very important.”
“Which is?”
“Near-san, if you will let me? Good. This Mello, whom you have only barely heard of and do not at all know, is, despite the setback of being dead, looking for you.”

TOKYO STATION
MARCH 15TH 2013
09:49

For a moment, the red-headed woman is still, consumed by shock. Her dark eyes flicker between anger and fear, jaw quivering. Behind her, the boy with the long pale hair is deadpan, set to his task. Although the woman can’t see it, behind him is… something else completely.

Amane Misa ignored the proffered hand, grabbing the wrist of the blond boy and dragging him away quickly, high heels clicking sharply on the concrete tiles.
“We’re going somewhere where nobody can listen,” she hissed, “and then you are going to explain to me what the hell this whole thing is about.”
“Certainly, Amane-san,” Niiya said, regaining his momentarily lost composure. Inside, he was afraid, but should the Shinigami see that, he may not have any insides to be afraid with… if he lost face, would Raito kill him?

Misa continued on her way, ignoring the name. “And, this’d better be good.”
Niiya stopped dead, dragging back resolutely on the woman’s arm. “I can’t go in there! That’s the ladies’ toilets!”
“You look like a girl anyway,” Misa snapped. “Be quiet. You’re attracting attention to me.”
She closed the door hard on a cubicle and locked it, fists tightly clenched.
“Now tell me how you know! Why do you know?”
Niiya swallowed, resolve wavering. For all he had heard from Raito, this woman was no soft-hearted desperate. “You were supposed to have died three years ago, Amane-san. Your suicide was all over the tabloids.”
Misa looked down sadly. “I know. I faked my own death. The woman they found wasn’t me.” She clenched her teeth. “But how do you know?”
Niiya shrank back slightly at her expression. “Please, Amane-san. Since I know you’re alive, why did you fake your death?”
Misa’s face now clearly showed her opinion of Niiya as an idiot. “Look, I wasn’t going to die! Not when I found out about the new Kiras! I know from it… it’s a sign from Raito! He’ll be back! He won’t desert me! It’s his promise to me that Kira will never die!” Her eyes filled with manic, happy tears. “He loves me really! He always has loved me! Who wouldn’t love me? Even L himself wanted me!”
If Niiya had not already been scared by Misa, he was now. “Take the damned piece of paper!” he shrieked, thrusting it out to her. “I can’t stand any more of this!”
Misa blinked, cut off in the middle of her rant. “What?” Tentatively, she reached up. “Piece of… paper…?”
She took it out of the boy’s hand, slow realisation dawning on her.
“Misa. Nice to see you again.”
“Raito!”

LONDON, ENGLAND
MARCH 15TH 2013
07:29

“L-Lawliet…”
A pale sun shines weakly into the room through a dirty window, sparkling on the cross around the blond man’s neck. There is a bed in the room, and the duvets are rumpled. The room needs airing, too, as the young man finds out when he starts to breathe consciously.
If one were to nonchalantly pick up the notebook lying on Mello’s pillow, the room would instantly have more meaning. Beside him, wrapped in the coverlet which the human has abandoned at some point during the night, is another man, with long black hair. However, there are several things wrong with this ‘man’. For one, he is far too tall. Few normal humans can put their head on the pillow of a typical single bed and still be almost able to bend their knees over the end. His fingers are also wrong. They have not three but four joints. One hand is curled in his hair, and one in Mello’s hair, and the ends are bent behind the rest of the fingers. Tipping each is a ragged white claw. Finally… this ‘man’ has no eyes, eyelids or even flesh around the eyes. The top half of his face is a skin-covered skull.
“Mello… ohayo.”
“Ohayo.” His voice is weary, far too tired with things he should not have to worry about. But for now, he just wants breakfast.

LOCATION NOT SPECIFIED
MARCH 15TH 2013
07:29

Near blanched. “And you expect me to believe that?”
“Yes, Near-san, I told you this in the expectation that you would believe this. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have bothered to tell you. Lies aren’t worth the time unless something can be gained from them.”
“And what if you’re trying to gain something out of lying to me?” Near retorted. “I can think of a lot of things that can be gained from making me believe nonsense.”
“I’m sure you can, Near-san, but-”
“I believe in things I can see, Kaze-san. I believe in logic, and that if you find the way things were put together, they can be taken apart as easily. I do not believe in the dead coming to life.”
“I never said specifically that, Near-san,” Kaze continued beatifically. “I only said it looks like Yagami Raito’s patterns.”
“What the- wait a moment, you said- you acted as though you thought-”
Kaze looked pensive once again. “Oh, did I?” Kaze smiled sweetly. “I’m very sorry; you must have misinterpreted my body language. Perhaps men have different body language to women, and you aren’t used to it. After all, you have to admit that you spend an awful lot of time amongst the company of males. Perhaps you are slightly undereducated in the field of the fairer sex.”
“That’s also nonsense,” Near said, ignoring the jibe. “Men and women have the same basic body language. We’re both used to reading it on a daily basis.”
“That’s true, Near-san, very true, but you’re missing a vital step here.”
Near took a deep breath, trying not to grind his teeth. “And what would that be?”
Kaze giggled. “I’m L Lawliet’s sister.”

SHIBUYA DISTRICT, TOKYO, JAPAN
MARCH 14TH 2013
10:15

Act normally, Raito had said.
Yes, act normally, she had said happily. I can do that. Misamisa can do anything for her Raito.
Now Misa was finding it a little more difficult to achieve. A thousand questions buzzed in her head. Who was this ‘Niiya’? What was she supposed to do?- for Raito hadn’t said. Most of all, why was Raito here? She had given up on him in her heart, only superficially willing herself to believe that he would not abandon her. Now that that hope was back in her heart, she wanted to know all the whys. Why did this happen? How? When? What did it all mean? A heart which had hardened as it grew up was now melting again, adult shrewdness being washed away by the desire to be loved by her Raito again.
Just love me, Raito. I’ll do anything for you. I’ll die for you.
And there was this.
Raito was a Shinigami now. He wouldn’t tell Misa why. Misa preferred to believe that he wasn’t telling her for now out of interest in her safety, but there was always the inner doubt. His coldness, his dispassionate attitude, both of them rankled to her. His brisk, blank attitude always got to her, stabbed something deep within. Because I could have been Kira first, she thought sadly. And he could have been my slave instead. I could have been just as good as him.
She swallowed down her mutinous thoughts, though, for his sake. He needed her support right now. He needed her help.

LOCATION NOT SPECIFIED
MARCH 15TH 2013
07:35

“L Lawliet’s sister,” Near muttered to himself, watching the tiny dot of her walk away far down below on the ground through the window. What an awful parody of a sister, too.
Her seemingly insane ranting had unsettled him. Here, on his throne, clutching the power of L safely in his hand, he had thought no wind, however strong, could blow away his crown. He was the best of them all. The best detective ever. Only the strong survive. The weak fail.
He was rattled, now; disturbed by a new feeling- indecision. He had no idea whether to take her seriously or not. On one hand, if he believed her and it was just what it appeared to be, crazy lies, then it would leave him in a seriously weakened position. She could use his gullibility to take away his power and push him off the top like L Lawliet. On the other, the Death Note was real. Perhaps there were more gods than the Shinigami. It could leave him once again weakened, if he refused to consider all the facts.
Death on one hand, and death on the other. Near smiled thinly. How ironic.

Description
+DN+ Aftermath

By Melloni Oujisama (Prince Mello the Second of the +DN+ Royalty, ruler of the planet Neptune and Empress of Dimension 364.2)

Whoo, observe my unspeedy timing. –glomps you- Oh yeh baby I rock.
(Lawliet-Shinigami: She’s scarier than ever.
Raito-Shinigami: I’ve seen worse. Compared to Near, Melloni is a fluffy kitten.
Lawliet: Why Melloni anyway?
Raito: I think she’s trying to be the second Mello.
Lawliet: 0________0 …But Mello isn’t dead… yet…
Raito: So why are we in this fic anyway? Aren’t /we/ supposed to be dead?
Lawliet: Beats me. Hopefully she’ll get one of the characters to do a small explaining session at some point. Maybe my little sister. She’s clever, just like her o-nii-san.
Raito: Don’t be stuck up. Why are we death gods?
Lawliet: Shut up, byotch, I’m bored with questions now. Let’s make out. :3)

Warning-This fan-fiction contains death, gore, BL, suggestiveness and a couple of other things flamers go to town on. This is a warning from me to you not to flame, because I don’t appreciate being burnt.

This is a continuation from the end of Death Note, set four years after the manga. The original manga is © Tsugami Ohba and Takeshi Obata. OCs, including Kaze and Niiya, are © myself, oOospringsheepieoOo

LOCATION NOT SPECIFIED
MARCH 15TH 2013
07:28

If Near had recognised the name, he gave no sign of it; his face was carefully impassive as the two detectives stared at each other, measuring one another up, light-haired against dark-haired, female against male.
“I have heard the name,” Near said after a silence of perhaps two or three minutes, “but the Mello I knew died four years ago, in the same year as Kira. Are you going to try and tell me that he’s alive too, based on no absolute fact but your ‘female intuition’?”
The little sister of L Lawliet smiled widely. “No, Near-san. No. I’ve seen him. I know he’s alive. I’ve been tracking him for the last four years- ever since he was announced dead.”
“Kaze-san, I think I’ll need more proof than the word of one who firmly believes that more than one dead man is still walking this earth.”
The woman flushed. “Near-san, I don’t firmly believe it. I believe it, but not so absolutely. I am not inclined to firmly believe anything in this life.”
“Then why are you telling me this?”
“I thought you might want to know, at least, Near-san. Still, you are being rude in return to my giving you information. You are distracting me in the middle of telling you something very important.”
“Which is?”
“Near-san, if you will let me? Good. This Mello, whom you have only barely heard of and do not at all know, is, despite the setback of being dead, looking for you.”

TOKYO STATION
MARCH 15TH 2013
09:49

For a moment, the red-headed woman is still, consumed by shock. Her dark eyes flicker between anger and fear, jaw quivering. Behind her, the boy with the long pale hair is deadpan, set to his task. Although the woman can’t see it, behind him is… something else completely.

Amane Misa ignored the proffered hand, grabbing the wrist of the blond boy and dragging him away quickly, high heels clicking sharply on the concrete tiles.
“We’re going somewhere where nobody can listen,” she hissed, “and then you are going to explain to me what the hell this whole thing is about.”
“Certainly, Amane-san,” Niiya said, regaining his momentarily lost composure. Inside, he was afraid, but should the Shinigami see that, he may not have any insides to be afraid with… if he lost face, would Raito kill him?

Misa continued on her way, ignoring the name. “And, this’d better be good.”
Niiya stopped dead, dragging back resolutely on the woman’s arm. “I can’t go in there! That’s the ladies’ toilets!”
“You look like a girl anyway,” Misa snapped. “Be quiet. You’re attracting attention to me.”
She closed the door hard on a cubicle and locked it, fists tightly clenched.
“Now tell me how you know! Why do you know?”
Niiya swallowed, resolve wavering. For all he had heard from Raito, this woman was no soft-hearted desperate. “You were supposed to have died three years ago, Amane-san. Your suicide was all over the tabloids.”
Misa looked down sadly. “I know. I faked my own death. The woman they found wasn’t me.” She clenched her teeth. “But how do you know?”
Niiya shrank back slightly at her expression. “Please, Amane-san. Since I know you’re alive, why did you fake your death?”
Misa’s face now clearly showed her opinion of Niiya as an idiot. “Look, I wasn’t going to die! Not when I found out about the new Kiras! I know from it… it’s a sign from Raito! He’ll be back! He won’t desert me! It’s his promise to me that Kira will never die!” Her eyes filled with manic, happy tears. “He loves me really! He always has loved me! Who wouldn’t love me? Even L himself wanted me!”
If Niiya had not already been scared by Misa, he was now. “Take the damned piece of paper!” he shrieked, thrusting it out to her. “I can’t stand any more of this!”
Misa blinked, cut off in the middle of her rant. “What?” Tentatively, she reached up. “Piece of… paper…?”
She took it out of the boy’s hand, slow realisation dawning on her.
“Misa. Nice to see you again.”
“Raito!”

LONDON, ENGLAND
MARCH 15TH 2013
07:29

“L-Lawliet…”
A pale sun shines weakly into the room through a dirty window, sparkling on the cross around the blond man’s neck. There is a bed in the room, and the duvets are rumpled. The room needs airing, too, as the young man finds out when he starts to breathe consciously.
If one were to nonchalantly pick up the notebook lying on Mello’s pillow, the room would instantly have more meaning. Beside him, wrapped in the coverlet which the human has abandoned at some point during the night, is another man, with long black hair. However, there are several things wrong with this ‘man’. For one, he is far too tall. Few normal humans can put their head on the pillow of a typical single bed and still be almost able to bend their knees over the end. His fingers are also wrong. They have not three but four joints. One hand is curled in his hair, and one in Mello’s hair, and the ends are bent behind the rest of the fingers. Tipping each is a ragged white claw. Finally… this ‘man’ has no eyes, eyelids or even flesh around the eyes. The top half of his face is a skin-covered skull.
“Mello… ohayo.”
“Ohayo.” His voice is weary, far too tired with things he should not have to worry about. But for now, he just wants breakfast.

LOCATION NOT SPECIFIED
MARCH 15TH 2013
07:29

Near blanched. “And you expect me to believe that?”
“Yes, Near-san, I told you this in the expectation that you would believe this. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have bothered to tell you. Lies aren’t worth the time unless something can be gained from them.”
“And what if you’re trying to gain something out of lying to me?” Near retorted. “I can think of a lot of things that can be gained from making me believe nonsense.”
“I’m sure you can, Near-san, but-”
“I believe in things I can see, Kaze-san. I believe in logic, and that if you find the way things were put together, they can be taken apart as easily. I do not believe in the dead coming to life.”
“I never said specifically that, Near-san,” Kaze continued beatifically. “I only said it looks like Yagami Raito’s patterns.”
“What the- wait a moment, you said- you acted as though you thought-”
Kaze looked pensive once again. “Oh, did I?” Kaze smiled sweetly. “I’m very sorry; you must have misinterpreted my body language. Perhaps men have different body language to women, and you aren’t used to it. After all, you have to admit that you spend an awful lot of time amongst the company of males. Perhaps you are slightly undereducated in the field of the fairer sex.”
“That’s also nonsense,” Near said, ignoring the jibe. “Men and women have the same basic body language. We’re both used to reading it on a daily basis.”
“That’s true, Near-san, very true, but you’re missing a vital step here.”
Near took a deep breath, trying not to grind his teeth. “And what would that be?”
Kaze giggled. “I’m L Lawliet’s sister.”

SHIBUYA DISTRICT, TOKYO, JAPAN
MARCH 14TH 2013
10:15

Act normally, Raito had said.
Yes, act normally, she had said happily. I can do that. Misamisa can do anything for her Raito.
Now Misa was finding it a little more difficult to achieve. A thousand questions buzzed in her head. Who was this ‘Niiya’? What was she supposed to do?- for Raito hadn’t said. Most of all, why was Raito here? She had given up on him in her heart, only superficially willing herself to believe that he would not abandon her. Now that that hope was back in her heart, she wanted to know all the whys. Why did this happen? How? When? What did it all mean? A heart which had hardened as it grew up was now melting again, adult shrewdness being washed away by the desire to be loved by her Raito again.
Just love me, Raito. I’ll do anything for you. I’ll die for you.
And there was this.
Raito was a Shinigami now. He wouldn’t tell Misa why. Misa preferred to believe that he wasn’t telling her for now out of interest in her safety, but there was always the inner doubt. His coldness, his dispassionate attitude, both of them rankled to her. His brisk, blank attitude always got to her, stabbed something deep within. Because I could have been Kira first, she thought sadly. And he could have been my slave instead. I could have been just as good as him.
She swallowed down her mutinous thoughts, though, for his sake. He needed her support right now. He needed her help.

LOCATION NOT SPECIFIED
MARCH 15TH 2013
07:35

“L Lawliet’s sister,” Near muttered to himself, watching the tiny dot of her walk away far down below on the ground through the window. What an awful parody of a sister, too.
Her seemingly insane ranting had unsettled him. Here, on his throne, clutching the power of L safely in his hand, he had thought no wind, however strong, could blow away his crown. He was the best of them all. The best detective ever. Only the strong survive. The weak fail.
He was rattled, now; disturbed by a new feeling- indecision. He had no idea whether to take her seriously or not. On one hand, if he believed her and it was just what it appeared to be, crazy lies, then it would leave him in a seriously weakened position. She could use his gullibility to take away his power and push him off the top like L Lawliet. On the other, the Death Note was real. Perhaps there were more gods than the Shinigami. It could leave him once again weakened, if he refused to consider all the facts.
Death on one hand, and death on the other. Near smiled thinly. How ironic.