Death Note One Shots

Music Challenge! :D

Last Updated: 2 February 2020

I am sitting here. Doing nothing. So, I decided to write...

Mini Death Note One Shots! :D

(Inspired by @AmieJ9's epic ones :3)

This is for my Anime buddy -- @PrincessKillua !

Let the challenge... BEGIN! ;D

[ 13th May 2014]

A/N: Please ignore my frequent author notes in the middle of the stories ^v^'

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1. Monster - Skillet

A.

The very first Wammy child.

Normally, this was something to be celebrated, but of course, in the real world, hardly anything was truly celebrated.

Then there was B.

Also known as Backup.

It was a simple, but harsh nickname.

And he hated, no, loathed it.

Loathed it with all of his inner being.

A week later after A committed suicide, B was sprawled on his unkempt bed, trying to control his anger. The few, final, desperate screams of A still rang in his mind, as clear as if it had happened yesterday. The frequent nightmares were still terrifying him, and he couldn't get rid of them. Plus, the overwhelming panic and guilt he had felt still lingered a week later, taunting him about how he could of prevented A's death.

His best, and only, friend's death.

The irritating thought swirled round and round in his chaotic mind.

A was dead.

A was dead.

Dead, because he committed suicide.

Dead, because he couldn't handle the pressure of Wammy's house.

Dead, because...

"L, you bastard!" he screamed, smashing his clenched fist against the wall, "If your standards weren't so high, then A would be still alive!"

He glared intensely at the hunched image of L reflected in the cracked mirror in front of him.

...Then he realised it was himself.

Scarlet red eyes protruded from his pale face, otherwise an exact look-alike of L.

L. His ex-idol and new rival.

He hated it.

Hated it all.

In a fit of rage, he threw his head at the mirror. It shattered into tiny, jagged pieces and showered around him. This left hundreds of bleeding cuts around his body, all of them burning intensely. They were bleeding profoundly, almost turning his ghostly white skin red. With guilt, grief and anger eating him inside out, he was swallowed up in his newfounded pain. But something wrong quickly took over.

Something wrong with his mind.

He laughed manically, digging his nails into the wooden doors which made up his closet. They made a deafening screech which would give any persons' ears grief. His messy, black hair covered his gleaming red eyes, and he smirked with a Chesire cat grin.

"Kya ha ha ha!" he laughed darkly, placing one bloodied hand on the picture of L pathetically smiling down at him.

(A/N: I get chills whenever I think of what that laugh would sound like! DX)