On the first day of Christmas
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One night in a tent
[Title] Make-Believe
[Fandom] Death Note
[Rating] PG for language and mild implied threat
[Notes/Summary] Mello asked Sayu about her brother.
Sometimes when Sayu closes her eyes she sees things that make her scream, but mostly what she sees is just a pale blue sheet, billowing as it's unfolded. Like a cloud. A sky. A wing.
Tell me about your family, the blond boy had said, after her throat hurt too much for her to keep screaming.
The sheet unfolding and falling into mountain peaks. Sometimes, behind it, there's her mother, pale and tired and sunken-eyed (and Sayu knows it's her fault that Mum looks like that, but she doesn't know how to make it better) and sometimes it's before, and Mum is Mum, smiley and smelling of soap and the perfume Dad bought her a Christmas ago, and sometimes -
Tell me about your brother.
Cold eyes like marbles, and he bit down on the chocolate like a fuck you if you won't talk. She wasn't a complete coward, though, not then, and she said, When we were kids, he used to play house with me.
The sheet billowing out. Like smoke. Sayu can't see her and Raito, but she can hear them. Sssh. Team Rocket are coming! Sayu, you've got to be quiet- It wasn't a house, it was a cave, a sheet draped over two armchairs. Toy animals underfoot, in her hands. They want to take all the animals – we'll have to hide all night -
She expected the boy to kick her or level a gun at her face or at least tell her he was going to let them do something awful to her, but he only took another bite of chocolate, chewed thoughtfully. What kind of houses?
Caves, mostly. We'd be hiding. Or camping. She sounded all choked up, dried out. Like an empty river bed. But she made herself carry on, Did you play stuff like that? When you were little? Threw the words at him like an insult, like she didn't think he could ever have been a child. She didn't actually think that, though. He'd be the kind of child that, in the playground, you were scared to go near.
No, he said. I didn't have a wonderful big brother and a police chief daddy. I wasn't lucky like you. A glance sideways, like he actually thought he'd been cruel and wanted to see whether she'd call him on it. A pause. Then, Don't look at me like that. Often the bad things are in the house with you. I'm not the worst of them, that's for damn sure. The sheet, billowing. Her mother making the bed again. For a moment, Sayu thinks she sees a face in the folds, laughing.
One night in a tent
[Title] Make-Believe
[Fandom] Death Note
[Rating] PG for language and mild implied threat
[Notes/Summary] Mello asked Sayu about her brother.
Sometimes when Sayu closes her eyes she sees things that make her scream, but mostly what she sees is just a pale blue sheet, billowing as it's unfolded. Like a cloud. A sky. A wing.
Tell me about your family, the blond boy had said, after her throat hurt too much for her to keep screaming.
The sheet unfolding and falling into mountain peaks. Sometimes, behind it, there's her mother, pale and tired and sunken-eyed (and Sayu knows it's her fault that Mum looks like that, but she doesn't know how to make it better) and sometimes it's before, and Mum is Mum, smiley and smelling of soap and the perfume Dad bought her a Christmas ago, and sometimes -
Tell me about your brother.
Cold eyes like marbles, and he bit down on the chocolate like a fuck you if you won't talk. She wasn't a complete coward, though, not then, and she said, When we were kids, he used to play house with me.
The sheet billowing out. Like smoke. Sayu can't see her and Raito, but she can hear them. Sssh. Team Rocket are coming! Sayu, you've got to be quiet- It wasn't a house, it was a cave, a sheet draped over two armchairs. Toy animals underfoot, in her hands. They want to take all the animals – we'll have to hide all night -
She expected the boy to kick her or level a gun at her face or at least tell her he was going to let them do something awful to her, but he only took another bite of chocolate, chewed thoughtfully. What kind of houses?
Caves, mostly. We'd be hiding. Or camping. She sounded all choked up, dried out. Like an empty river bed. But she made herself carry on, Did you play stuff like that? When you were little? Threw the words at him like an insult, like she didn't think he could ever have been a child. She didn't actually think that, though. He'd be the kind of child that, in the playground, you were scared to go near.
No, he said. I didn't have a wonderful big brother and a police chief daddy. I wasn't lucky like you. A glance sideways, like he actually thought he'd been cruel and wanted to see whether she'd call him on it. A pause. Then, Don't look at me like that. Often the bad things are in the house with you. I'm not the worst of them, that's for damn sure. The sheet, billowing. Her mother making the bed again. For a moment, Sayu thinks she sees a face in the folds, laughing.
