I just realized how much grammatical mistakes and plot holes this story has XD like this story doesn't make any sense. I hoped I've improved an ounce in writing since then.
This story is pure cringe and immature blabbering but I'm continuing it nonetheless since I suddenly got a strike of inspiration.
"Pervert! PERVERT!! You can't do this to me!"
...Screamed the blonde girl strapped up with a blindfold over her eyes. The idol started thrashing against the white clothed restraints and screaming that her captors were perverts. Many people tried to calm her down, and at one point laughing gas was used, but she did not calm down.
L tried to interrogate her, but it was futile. She kept on screaming and crying and thrashing, and one point she was begging to be killed.
You stood awkwardly behind this proclaimed "pervert", wondering what exactly you were suppose to do.
***
Three days into the confinement was tiring you out already. You needed a vacation.
The killings have stopped while Light, Miss, and Soichiro were held captive, which was good, conclusive evidence. Seeing all of them in that state was detrimental to your mental health, though.
After five hours of mindless gazing, you tap Matsuda on the shoulder and told him that the Task Force needs his very capable hands to watch over all three of them in confinement.
You'll just leave this to Matsuda.
***
You clench your fists in intensity, nails cutting into your flesh. Although you know that the gun was filled with blanks, that didn't stop the scene from being any less dramatic or intense.
You watched as Light and Misa reveled in fear, the betrayal that both father and son's face had, the look of pure hysterical desperation in Misa's. L was staring intensely, observing Light and Misa's reactions.
He shot, and the gods of this world seemed to press the pause button.
You couldn't blink, nobody moved or flinched. The sound reverberated inside your brain, making your head hurt and absorbing all other thoughts, but you could not bring yourself to do anything but stare. It was until Light realized it was a blank that the world seemed to spin again, and you forced yourself to suck, the second time of relief.
It was decided that Ryuuzaki and Light were handcuffed together for some time. And while Misa complained endlessly about it, all you could do was stay uncharacteristically silent.
***
I love a good firstfight almost as much as Mello, but these overgrown toddlers need to grow up.
Something punched you in the gut. Maybe it was irony.
You watch as L and Light get into a fight over whether or not Light is Kira. How is L this strong?
You glance over at Matsuda trying to help two men younger than he is to stop fighting by informing them of Misa's status on the Eighteen magazine. Light and L briefly chat about Matsuda's incompetency as the Task Force Members quirk an eyebrow at him.
He got them to stop fighting, didn't they?
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Not Friends [Near x reader]
FanficIn which you have a ridiculous backstory and Near doesn't consider many people his friend Disclaimer: I'm sure all the brilliant geniuses out there know that I don't own death note, it's character, or even you! They all belong to the creator/creator...