Obsessed | Yandere Death Note

Chapter 7

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"Are you Kira?"

"No."

"Have you ever been Kira?"

"No."

"Is Light Yagami Kira?"

"No."

"Y/N, it's been three days. I can keep you here as long as I need."

"I'm fine with that L. I like knowing you're watching me 24/7," I tease. He says nothing but I didn't think he would reply to that. I yawn and pull uncomfortably at my restraints. "Can I leave now?"

"No."

"Why?" I groan. "How long are you going to keep this up?"

"As long as we need to uncover the truth."

"Seriously? Yawn. You're seriously going to owe me once all this is said and done." He will quickly find out I'm not so easy to break. I hear the weird buzz that indicates the speaker has been turned off. "Finally some damn quiet."

"Y/N, this is unwise," Rem says. I don't reply and I'm careful not to move at all. "Light has also been contained."

Light as well? Did they do to him like they did to me? Interesting...

Three Weeks Later

"Hello? Hellllllooooo? Anyone there? I need to pee!" I half yell. No one answers me. I didn't expect them to, but it seems cruel to still deny me a basic need. Sighing, I slump my head down and feel sleep beginning to drag me under... sleep was my only escape.....

"What is this?" I whisper to myself. "Death Note?" With a shaky hand I run my fingers over the outside of the book. It was almost... cold to the touch. "What the hell?" I hiss.

Steeling my nerves, I flip open the first page and to my surprise I see a list of rules:
•The human whose name is written in this note shall die.
•This note will not take effect unless the writer has the person's face in their mind when writing his/her name. Therefore, people sharing the same name will not be affected.
•If the cause of death is written within the next 40 seconds of writing the person's name, it will happen.
•If the cause of death is not specified, the person will simply die of a heart attack.
•After writing the cause of death, details of the death should be written in the next 6 minutes and 40 seconds.

"This.... This can't be real..." An internal war with myself begins on whether or not I should test the theory. "If it's not real.. nothing will happen. But if it is real..... holy shit."

I scramble from my desk to flip the TV on as fast as I can. In my haste, I knock over a candle with a loud thud and am once again grateful I live alone. I scan through channels until I get to the local news. "Wait Y/N, don't be a dumbass. Don't kill somewhere where you live, hello? That practically screams "Here I am!" to anyone else who may have one."

Shaking my head, I flip to a national news station instead and sit back to wait. "There's always some tragedy going on in different countries, all I have to do is wait," I mutter.

Forcing my stiff legs to work, I move to the kitchen to heat up some hot chocolate. Hot chocolate always makes the world seem less bad.

I'm so concentrated on what I'm doing that I almost miss the news special. I run back to the living room, my eyes eating up the screen.