Yandere Death Note Oneshots

Limo | L

Lightning flashed, illuminating the shiny black limo. A pang of fear struck your heart.

Faster! You tell yourself. 

Your legs were burning from running and your breath was haggard. You looked behind to see the vehicle chasing after you, not too fast and not too slow, keeping a pace just enough to stay a few meters behind you. 

They were doing it on purpose, you thought. To give you a sense of terror, that no matter how far you run away, it'll be there.

In a split seconds decision, you turned to run into an alley but stopped yourself. Cars can't follow you into alleys, but people can. You'll be trapped with a very real person with malicious intent. The hesitation was enough to let the limo catch up and you booked it the other way, figuring that it would take time for it to reverse.

That limo, you had seen it trailing you whenever you would walk back from university or to the supermarket. You had chalked it up to coincidence, but now as it was turning back to you, the opposite was blaringly obvious. 

What had you learned in all those survival Tiktoks you watched!? You tried to recall desperately. Act crazy? You doubt it'll work because you're already looking pretty crazy with your disheveled hair and wide, paranoid eyes with water dripping. Running won't work for much longer because the owner of the car was only toying with you. It was only a game to them but a matter of life-and-death to you.

You heard the tires pounding on the gravel just as you remember an important detail. Crowded areas. Right now, the night streets were bare, especially with all the Kira killings happening recently, but you were hoping there were a few stores opened up this late. 

A bright light stuns you as you round a corner. You barely waste a second before you open the door and barge in the small shop to seek refuge from the rain and the limo. You hoped that due to the street change, the driver would just think you disappeared. After regaining your breath by hiding behind a wall, you look up.

The first thing you notice is the café like interior and the cute decorations. A concerned looking cashier looks at you from behind a counter and you give him a thumbs up. He doesn't look too convinced and gives you a look that says, 'Order-Or-Die.'

You chose order. 

You debated over calling the police, but they would probably just chalk it off to the ramblings of a hallucination like last time. 

You gave the cashier (Whose name was Sugar) your order and some coins you had gathered from the depths of your wallet. He simply took one look at all the coins and prayed that it was the right amount. 

Feeling a little chilly due to your wet clothes, you rubbed your arms and looked around the quaint store. There was only one table, which was unusual for the bareness of the store. A mop of unruly black hair stood out to you on one end. Just then, the man looked up to stare into your eyes with his sleep deprived ones.

You gasped and looked away. The cashier looked at you like you just grew a second head and with something that looked a little like, p̶i̶t̶y̶? He gave you your receipt and your F/F cake and you accepted it gratefully.