Yandere Death Note Oneshots

Isekai'd | Light

(Can you guess the extra character I added?)

(My Percy Jackson phase had given me these writing skills, blame Rick Riordan for that)

(B/S = birthstone)

Ugh, where am I? 

Your eyes fluttered open slowly, flinching at the bright light overhead.

When had I fell asleep, you thought. An irritable pain was in your neck, probably from sleeping in an uncomfortable position.

"What the..." You mumbled, putting a hand up to seek shade from the light. Squinting, you groaned as you try to recollect what had just happened. Pieces and fragments floated to the front of your mind.

All you remembered was going out for late night groceries. You had been craving food in the ungodly hours of 3 AM so you set sail for the nearest convenience store. How did you get here?

Desperate to remember, you strained your mind. Crossing a street, you swung your bags and hummed a tune. Forgot to look both ways, you tripped over a rock and then- pausing, a pain hit your head as you recall the honk of a horn and the bright flash of headlights. 

Suddenly, a face appeared in front of you without warning.

"Wahhhh!" You screamed, falling back onto the table. "Don't rob me! I'm broke!"

"I don't want money." A voice scoffed. "If I wanted money then I wouldn't steal it flrom someone like you."

Rubbing your eyes, you looked up. You gaze upon a teenage boy around the same age as you. The first thing you noticed about him was the spiked up bright pink hair he sported, framing a pair of luscious eyelashes. 

Gasping, you immediately feel a pang of jealousy. "How are your eyelashes so nice?"

"I actually have good genetics." He answered swiftly, crossing his arms. How was that the first thing you said when you woke up? He shut down your question with a rude retort. No one had ever complimented him before and it was strange, especially coming from a strange girl he had found on the streets.

The boy leaned away but you only leaned closer in awe. "Even your eyelashes are pink."

"Thanks for pointing out the obvious." He rolled his eyes, slightly irritated with your strange behaviour. You had just woken up after you had been lying unconscious in a ditch and the first thing you did was point out his hair colour? "Would you like a prize?"

Your smile turned teasing. "Only if it's diamond."

The boys eyes furrowed, clearly displaying his confusion. "Silly girl, what are you talking about?"

"A ring, you did offer to get me a prize." You smirked, raising a corner of your lip up. "B/S also looks rather nice on me, too."

At your cheeky answer, he was taken aback abruptly. Quickly clearing his throat, he stuttered out something along the lines of 'don't joke like that'. You laughed loudly, enjoying the slight blush to his face and the embarrassment displayed. 

"Shut up." He rumbled angrily, crossing his arms. "I was nice enough to bring you to the school infirmary but now, tossing you out a window seems like a better option."

"Are you bullying me?" The words left your mouth, now put down into a pout. "That's not very nice."

He sent an unimpressed look in your direction. "Of course it's not. That's why I am."

You stuck out your tongue childishly. Deciding to ignore his last sentence, you look around the room you were in, noting the sterile setting, reminding you of a hospital. Swinging your feet, you look back at the male.