Special Chapter 33

Light's POV:

When did he start to notice his own sister?

He wasn't sure anymore.

But what was apparent was after she woke up from the hospital, everything about her had changed drastically. Light's mouth tipped into a frown as he wrote the names of the criminals in the Death Note, eyes flickering back and forth between the small television in his room.

It was almost as if the Sayu before was only a memory.

Light was confused for the first time in his life, not knowing what he should feel either on the borders of insanity, or joy for this new change. Sighing for the first time in this whole month, Light dropped his pencil on the desk and rolled his shoulders, feeling his own jaw tense at the thought that his own sister was driving him crazy.

She was like a completely different person, and while Light had checked information about memory loss and alterations, there was nothing that mentioned the patient could fully change in habits and tastes. Sayu didn't have any lingering habits nor preferred anything out of the usual in the first place. In Light's life, she had only been a side character, no one worth noting or even considering to be part of his future except in family reunions.

But everything about her had changed so fast it was intriguing. In fact, it seemed like she had accepted her memory loss faster than anything else.

She was definitely not the type to mope on a singular thing.

The frown on his face slightly twisted upwards when he thought of his cute sister trying her hardest to manipulate him. He was usually the one to manipulate her in the past so her previous actions of manipulation felt so fresh and amusing towards him.

Light had to admit, Sayu excelled more in understanding human emotions and interactions than he could ever be. While he would only go out of his way and interact with people that he found useful, Sayu would unhesitatingly reach out to the others no matter if she found them useful or not, bringing them to her own side. Then she would find use to them.

So cunning and manipulative that his heart quivered at her actions.

This was a fact that he couldn't learn. As a fellow manipulator, what he lacked was the ability to understand human emotions. Why would someone grieve for the dead? They were already gone. Happiness was only a fleeting emotion, similar to love which drove many people into destruction.

Light knew exactly how to act in those situations by going along with the flow, but that didn't matter to him in the past. Twisting people to his will was fun and it made him laugh every time at their own stupidity. Light knew that he was different, although he did not specify if this was a good or bad thing, he knew that it made him feel like a God.

Until she appeared. Or to be specific, until she woke up.

Suddenly Light had someone that understood him. He could no longer view her as the past sister that he had, or an unfamiliar girl at the same time. Although her display of acting was the result that she understood human emotion, that was what made her different.

It was so...infuriating.

Light's lip twitched as he chose the word.

She was so complex like a maze, cruel and blunt yet soft and weak at the same time. She was someone who was so emotionally sensitive, that it was a double-edged sword. She deliberately chose to manipulate the people around her as if to protect herself by building multiple fortresses that no one could cross. Except when she did it, the guilt in her would rise to the point where Light could imagine her dying from it.

But when he thought she would self-destruct, her cruelness sank their teeth into the flesh of her enemies.

Smirking at the memory of her flushed face that she wore when they kissed intrigued him, almost attracting his whole being towards her. There was no doubt that she was right, it seemed like she was the only one who could call him out and understand his true thoughts, but it was the same for him.

She was both so easy yet so hard to read. He knew that she was trying to get closer to him in order to protect herself from getting killed by the Death Note, but she was also vulnerable in the feeling of love just as he was.

She was scared of falling for him and he could tell it in his eyes. The hatred for him reigned in her blood yet it also excited him when he thought of morphing that hatred into pure devotion towards himself. He wanted to conquer her and this was the first time he had felt anything towards women.

Women were...

Light threaded his hand through his hair in amusement.

...They were such foolish creatures. Love was all they could think about and how they could dedicate their lives for love, throwing away everything in order to please the male. It was almost laughable.

But his sister was different.

And that was the problem.

Light's eyes flickered to the wall that separated his sister away from him. Never once in his life had he felt the urge to slam her into the wall and kiss her. He wanted to touch her, claim her as his. The day that she went on a date with that boy...

Light's expression morphed into disgust.

Although he had not felt this strongly to the boy at that moment, he still felt a ball of fire spit in his face when he saw her clinging onto that boy's arm. Instantly his first thought was that he had to make her need him. So that she would never even bear the thought of leaving him.

So that she was his.

And thus began the play of cat and mouse, which confused Light in exactly who was the prey. Light wanted the same thing as Sayu, and that was her devotion. But the harder he pressed, the more she seemed to tempt him into being the prey. When mom had told Light that Sayu was staying over at her friend's house, he instinctively knew that she was somewhere else that she should not be.

The whole night he had waited for her, unable to sleep as he went down into the kitchen to pour himself his 3rd cup of coffee. She was driving him insane. The feeling of wanting to know her every movement made the possessive monster inside him eat his humanity up. It was to the point where he would think that if there was some kind of drug that could bind her to him, he would gladly pour it down her throat.

That night when she had come back, the faint trace of perfume and her scarlet lipstick made him lose all his senses. He wanted her, so desperately that he had forced her underneath him, ravishing her silky skin as the desire in his body blazed harder at the sight of her flushed face wanting more of himself.

"Take your clothes off."

Her words passed through her lips like poison, a venom that pulsed through his blood and sank their teeth directly into his trembling heart. She was the only one that could understand him, and no matter the price, Light wanted her to be his. But that moment she stopped him on the couch, reminding him how far he was going to push their boundaries, Light realized exactly how much he craved for her.

He was undeniably infatuated with his sister.

And the thought raged through him like a stampede of hormones.

He wanted to strip her naked underneath him, to engrave himself into her memories so that he would never be forgotten even after her death. He wanted her mind on his side, her heart that would beat for him, and her body to be trembling underneath him, begging for more.

She was perfect.

So delicately perfect that it seemed like she was made for him.

The more he saw her, the more he realized that it wasn't just hormones but it was actually his feelings. She had a sharp mind that knew the in and outs of his own thoughts. She shared a similar view of the world and the most important thing was that she was unique. She had taught him things that he would have never imagined himself to learn.

That moment when he wrote Lind L. Tailor's name he had lost the small game played by L. However the only words that were ringing throughout his head were Sayu's.

"Your pride is the thing that is your destruction."

It was like she was mocking him as if he knew that this was going to happen because he was so childishly upset and caught on winning every game.

"It's the last game that matters, Light."

Those words were so true that he realized himself to be unexpectedly immature. Sayu was too wise for her age, much more than Light had understood her to be. And that was something he needed. Light never kept those who proved to have lost their use, but Sayu would never lose it.

If they came together, they would become invincible.

Not even L would be able to stop them.

The day she calmed him down after the second Kira's appearance on TV had taught him two things. First, he was careless about the fact that the second Kira might not have a common sense like him. After all, the Death Note did not choose their owners. Second, he realized that Sayu was the only one that could snap him out of his trance from overthinking.

He needed her.

Since when did he fall so pathetically like other humans?

But the feeling of hopelessness immediately left the moment he realized the possibilities of trapping her with him.

He would strip her of everyone else and only leave himself to be on her side. He would make it so that she would never be able to live without him like he did. She was so broken that it actually made him the only one that was able to steer her onto that path.

She longed for someone that could love and wouldn't betray her.

He could tell from her eyes.

Then he would give it to her. He would give her all of him so that it would physically bind her forever with him.

The sinister smile on Light's face grew when he thought of the future.

Yes.

That was the perfect future.

He had just finished tossing her the pendant that would determine his life or death towards the whole game. Her thought process was positively breathtaking, her fear of realizing what she held. The terror that flashed through her dark eyes indicated that she understood what he was trying to do, and the anger of instantly seeing through Light's schemes.

She was beautiful.

Like a dangerous and thorny red rose.

Yet that stirred the dark monster inside of him.

She was red. The colour red suited her so much.

Hatred stemmed from passion and so did love and sadness. The colour of blood and the heart that she hid inside her walls...He would break them all.

"Would you drink it? If I had poisoned your cup and told you to trust me, would you?!"

"Oh, I would, Sayu," Light's voice came out almost like a dark vow with an evil twist. "If that was enough to simulate the guilt inside of you to eat you up, I would gladly drink it from your hands."

He paused triumphantly for a moment at the thought of obtaining her.

Almost, he repeated to himself.

My dear sister...

"You will never be able to escape me."

Author's notes:

Yeah...originally I wanted to do this at the end of the ff, but I thought it was a good time to insert a read on Light's side since both Sayu and Light communicate with their minds more than words. I actually think of them as two people who could understand each other's motives just by hinting at it.

Anyhow, if someone loved you as Light did...what would you feel?

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