More than just cake - Lawliet x OC -

Whisky Soda

Here we go! After the time skip - five years have passed, and a lot of things have changed!

 And if you're wondering about that guy in the picture - well, he's Goki Maeda who plays Matsuda in one of the TV adaptations of Death Note. Ain't he adorable? (Seriously, I love that dude.)

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January 1st, 2010, Tokyo.

Fay sat at the bar, stirring her whisky soda.

It was a small place, not two blocks from her hotel, and she came there often, almost every night lately, just to have a drink by herself.

A hotel room, no matter how nice, was nothing but an empty room, and being alone was... nothing but being alone.

It gave too much room to think. And she hated it, when she remembered.

Oh, Lily. I miss you so much. I wish I was with you.

With Lily she never had time to think.

It had been five years since she'd left Japan - or not left, more like fled - panic in her blood and Kira on her heels. She had swore never to come back, but here she was. In this shady, dark bar that made her feel like she was back in the 1950's. The men in their dark business suits, having a drink, trying to postpone going home for another hour or so. The cigarette smoke in the air, the girl behind the counter, wearing a kimono and real flowers in her hair. It was a place from another world, another era - something that suited well with Fay. It was an escape from reality, for reality sucked.

She was the only gaijjin in the bar, and the only girl too. All the other customers were men in their suits, as usual. From time to time someone approached her, but they were easily dismissed - either by pretending that she didn't speak Japanese, or by speaking it too well.

It wasn't like she was here for the company. She was here to get drunk. To numb the pain, to soothe the beast that had been eating her alive for the past five years. The one she did her best to keep dormant, whenever she was with Lily, but that was always present nevertheless. The ache in her bones, the taste of steel on her lips, the arrowhead buried deep in the muscle of her heart.

The absence of Lawl--

No, no, no, no, no!

She pushed his name off her mind. It would bring nothing but tears, and with tears came no good.

She had wept enough. The time for that was over.

"27 days." she said to her drink. "27 days of this shithole, and then--"

And then what?

Then you'll see Light pay for what he did.

But after that? She couldn't think that far.

He had asked that of her once, a lifetime ago.

"What would you want to do, Fay?"

"I don't know. But I do know, I want there to be a lot of you, and a lot of Cava."

But he was no more. And cava tasted like tears nowadays, not like high skies, endless possibilities and stars. She never drank it anymore, only whisky, for it had a different taste - of revenge and oblivion - the only things she really needed, to get through these 27 days.

Fay stirred her drink again, and the ice cubes rattled. A sip, and another one. She wasn't nearly drunk enough. She needed a lot more whisky to sleep like the dead, to not dream.