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canonical_insanity) wrote2008-12-28 01:16 pm
canonical_insanity) wrote2008-12-28 01:16 pm
Crossposting the third day...
Title: The Other Way
Fandom: Death Note
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Spoilers for the entirety of the Death Note series, happens after the main part of volume 12.
Summary: Oddly enough, Matsuda doesn't hate Mikami for what he might have done.
None of the other members of the task force could even bring themselves to look at Mikami as they put him in a cell. It was so close; it could have gone so wrong. If Mello hadn't captured Takada...Mikami would have killed them all.
So, when Matsuda offered to take him some food, all of them agreed surprisingly quickly.
"Hey."
Mikami didn't respond.
"I'm coming in. I'm armed and...I don't actually like using guns, you know? I know that we met in an unfortunate way, but I don't usually shoot people for fun. In fact, I was hoping that I'd never be put in a situation where I had to shoot anyone."
"You committed deicide."
The words were quiet, both angry and also somewhat sad.
"Sorry. I don't think I know that one. Um...I killed a king? No, that's regicide, isn't it?"
"You murdered God."
Matsuda sighed, put the tray of food on the bench next to Mikami and sat down on the floor opposite him, waiting for the prisoner to speak again.
"You were sympathetic to our cause, were you not? I heard him say that after you shot him."
This is what had terrified Matsuda since he left the warehouse: not the fact that Mikami could have easily killed them all, in cold blood, while Raito watched and laughed and gloated over his victory over not just L, but both of his successors; the fact that if he hadn't been so dedicated to his job on the police force and proving to Soichiro that -for all of his unpredictability and lack of professionalism- he had been worth taking under his wing, he might have joined Kira's side.
If things had been different, he might have been the one to wield the pen and...that was a possibility that he didn’t even want to think about.
"I understand where you and Raito were coming from, if that's what you mean. Criminals need to be stopped, and sometimes we can't catch them or you don't have enough evidence to prosecute them. Sometimes the system doesn't work. But, equally so, no-one should ever have that kind of power. I know the phrase 'absolute power corrupts absolutely' is ridiculously overused, but it's true too." He paused for breath and expanded on his point, noticing that Mikami actually seems interested in what he has to say.
Unlike seemingly everyone else.
"Even if you start with noble intentions, like Raito did, it spiralled as he had to kill innocent people because they were investigating the deaths of the murderers. And then he had to kill more innocent people because they were looking into the deaths of the people he killed to cover his tracks and...it just kept going. Eventually, you lost track of the fact that you were supposed to be making this world a better place and just focused on stopping any opposition to your methods. You became what you were trying to get rid of."
"Those who fight monsters..." Mikami muttered. There wasn't any anger in his tone now, just sheer despair, as if everything he'd ever worked for had been destroyed before his eyes. Which, Matsuda reflected, it had.
"Yeah. Anyway, I'll leave you to your food. Goodnight, Mikami."
As he prepared to leave, Mikami asked him the one question that Matsuda was afraid to answer.
"If you had been given the notebook instead of Go...Raito, would you have used it?"
"I don't know, Mikami. I don't know, and we'll never find out."
That was the last time Mikami ever spoke to him, but long after his death and the conclusion of the Kira case, Matsuda would still hear him ask that same question, over and over again. And every time, Matsuda had no answer. As much as he would like to think that he would never have used the notebook to become Kira, he wasn't sure.
He might have done.
He might not have done.
He'd never know.
Title: Murphy's Law
Fandom: Crossover, Battle Royale (manga) with Power Rangers elements.
Rating: PG
Warnings: Severely AU, will make absolutely no sense.
Summary: Hirono never really wanted to be a hero, and now she had to lead her own team. And emo about Shinji.
Notes: Okay, read this first please? This is based off a script-fic I've been writing since September for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
versipellis on MSN. It involved Red Ranger!Shinji Mimura, much messing around with the 'timey-wimey ball' and rather a lot of sarcasm. This is set in a future that won't happen because of something that happens in the main timeline with the timey-wimey ball, but is still mentioned because one of the future Rangers rips off Hiro Nakamura and comes back to warn them about it.
Confused yet? Good.
This wasn't fair.
She was just getting into the hang of this 'hero' gig, getting used to the concept of teamwork -which to her had always meant providing the drugs for Mitsuko to seduce and scam her target of choice in exchange for a cut of the profits; not driving a mech while wearing a spandex leotard and rescuing the other guys when they got in trouble- and the idea that she actually had backup when she attacked something.
She was even starting to enjoy her fights with Shinji, surprisingly.
In fact...no, it wasn't important. And it would be better for her if she never thought about it again, anyway.
But she had been happy. And then her unnaturally bad luck had struck and ruined it again. It wasn't enough that she already had to live with an emotionally distant mother and an empty space where her father used to be; that she had fallen about as far as a fifteen year old girl could fall; that she'd fought everything from nerds with lasers to giant tentacle monsters and won.
The universe didn't care how hard she fought, that she was starting to feel something more than bitterness and cynicism for the first time -excluding her sisterly feelings for Yoshimi- in years. All it cared about was seeing just how far it could push her before she snapped completely and had no willpower left to get herself out of the holes it made for her.
That would not be this time. She would cry, for the first time in a decade, and she would have to be more careful about who she allowed herself to care for next time, but there would be a next time. She would take Shinji's responsibilities and continue to live her own life, unbroken.
And if she had to do so alone, then so be it.
Title: The Future, All Written In Stone...
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: PG
Warnings: Possibly AU, spoilers for Deathly Hallows
Summary: Sybil Trelawney was never very good at magic. And now she had caused the first defeat of the Dark Lord and was watching the build up to the second one. All without knowing it.
She had never been very good at anything magical.
Her potions had all, without exception, exploded in her face; her Transfiguration was terrible; her theory of Herbology was average but she was allergic to everything in the greenhouse; she'd failed Astronomy after she'd used some books that she had found in a Muggle library to help her with her homework and the less said about her last History of Magic exam, the better.
But Sybill Trelawney had never wanted to be a witch in the first place. She had hoped that she'd be a Squib, not get the letter and hopefully -someday, after going through the normal channels- become a lawyer in one of the departments of the Muggle legal system that dealt with wizarding matters. She knew that she would be better at it than she was in this world, than she had been in her bright blue uniform. A dumb Ravenclaw. One would think that it was impossible.
And now she taught -Divination, one of the only subjects that she'd passed in her NEWTs- and she knew that the students and even some of the other teachers said exactly the same things about her. She didn't have to See to know that everyone considered her a useless fraud, teaching a soft subject that even she didn't know anything about.
She had tried to resign before -back in her first year of teaching, when the rumours started and she started to feel uncomfortable- but Dumbledore had gently refused and persuaded her to stay another year. One year became ten, then seventeen and Dumbledore had died -she'd predicted it, the Tower card brought downfall, but no-one had listened to her- leaving her alone at Hogwarts.
But she had stayed because, at this point, having put her life on hold to teach for seventeen years, she had nowhere else to go.
So she had done what little she could -hidden any students who had ran into her tower after-hours because the Carrows were after them, not reported any students for detention (not even when a Gryffindor fifth-year lost his temper and started shouting at her that the DA were the only ones doing anything at Hogwarts) and practiced her Charms for the fight. Her cards had foretold Judgement since the occupation of the school had started, so she knew it was coming. And soon.
Even if she wasn't a very skilled witch, she did still know enough to control the movements of a crystal ball with her wand.
Maybe, if she survived this, she could become a member of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement instead. She could only hope.
Fandom: Death Note
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Spoilers for the entirety of the Death Note series, happens after the main part of volume 12.
Summary: Oddly enough, Matsuda doesn't hate Mikami for what he might have done.
None of the other members of the task force could even bring themselves to look at Mikami as they put him in a cell. It was so close; it could have gone so wrong. If Mello hadn't captured Takada...Mikami would have killed them all.
So, when Matsuda offered to take him some food, all of them agreed surprisingly quickly.
"Hey."
Mikami didn't respond.
"I'm coming in. I'm armed and...I don't actually like using guns, you know? I know that we met in an unfortunate way, but I don't usually shoot people for fun. In fact, I was hoping that I'd never be put in a situation where I had to shoot anyone."
"You committed deicide."
The words were quiet, both angry and also somewhat sad.
"Sorry. I don't think I know that one. Um...I killed a king? No, that's regicide, isn't it?"
"You murdered God."
Matsuda sighed, put the tray of food on the bench next to Mikami and sat down on the floor opposite him, waiting for the prisoner to speak again.
"You were sympathetic to our cause, were you not? I heard him say that after you shot him."
This is what had terrified Matsuda since he left the warehouse: not the fact that Mikami could have easily killed them all, in cold blood, while Raito watched and laughed and gloated over his victory over not just L, but both of his successors; the fact that if he hadn't been so dedicated to his job on the police force and proving to Soichiro that -for all of his unpredictability and lack of professionalism- he had been worth taking under his wing, he might have joined Kira's side.
If things had been different, he might have been the one to wield the pen and...that was a possibility that he didn’t even want to think about.
"I understand where you and Raito were coming from, if that's what you mean. Criminals need to be stopped, and sometimes we can't catch them or you don't have enough evidence to prosecute them. Sometimes the system doesn't work. But, equally so, no-one should ever have that kind of power. I know the phrase 'absolute power corrupts absolutely' is ridiculously overused, but it's true too." He paused for breath and expanded on his point, noticing that Mikami actually seems interested in what he has to say.
Unlike seemingly everyone else.
"Even if you start with noble intentions, like Raito did, it spiralled as he had to kill innocent people because they were investigating the deaths of the murderers. And then he had to kill more innocent people because they were looking into the deaths of the people he killed to cover his tracks and...it just kept going. Eventually, you lost track of the fact that you were supposed to be making this world a better place and just focused on stopping any opposition to your methods. You became what you were trying to get rid of."
"Those who fight monsters..." Mikami muttered. There wasn't any anger in his tone now, just sheer despair, as if everything he'd ever worked for had been destroyed before his eyes. Which, Matsuda reflected, it had.
"Yeah. Anyway, I'll leave you to your food. Goodnight, Mikami."
As he prepared to leave, Mikami asked him the one question that Matsuda was afraid to answer.
"If you had been given the notebook instead of Go...Raito, would you have used it?"
"I don't know, Mikami. I don't know, and we'll never find out."
That was the last time Mikami ever spoke to him, but long after his death and the conclusion of the Kira case, Matsuda would still hear him ask that same question, over and over again. And every time, Matsuda had no answer. As much as he would like to think that he would never have used the notebook to become Kira, he wasn't sure.
He might have done.
He might not have done.
He'd never know.
Title: Murphy's Law
Fandom: Crossover, Battle Royale (manga) with Power Rangers elements.
Rating: PG
Warnings: Severely AU, will make absolutely no sense.
Summary: Hirono never really wanted to be a hero, and now she had to lead her own team. And emo about Shinji.
Notes: Okay, read this first please? This is based off a script-fic I've been writing since September for
versipellis on MSN. It involved Red Ranger!Shinji Mimura, much messing around with the 'timey-wimey ball' and rather a lot of sarcasm. This is set in a future that won't happen because of something that happens in the main timeline with the timey-wimey ball, but is still mentioned because one of the future Rangers rips off Hiro Nakamura and comes back to warn them about it.Confused yet? Good.
This wasn't fair.
She was just getting into the hang of this 'hero' gig, getting used to the concept of teamwork -which to her had always meant providing the drugs for Mitsuko to seduce and scam her target of choice in exchange for a cut of the profits; not driving a mech while wearing a spandex leotard and rescuing the other guys when they got in trouble- and the idea that she actually had backup when she attacked something.
She was even starting to enjoy her fights with Shinji, surprisingly.
In fact...no, it wasn't important. And it would be better for her if she never thought about it again, anyway.
But she had been happy. And then her unnaturally bad luck had struck and ruined it again. It wasn't enough that she already had to live with an emotionally distant mother and an empty space where her father used to be; that she had fallen about as far as a fifteen year old girl could fall; that she'd fought everything from nerds with lasers to giant tentacle monsters and won.
The universe didn't care how hard she fought, that she was starting to feel something more than bitterness and cynicism for the first time -excluding her sisterly feelings for Yoshimi- in years. All it cared about was seeing just how far it could push her before she snapped completely and had no willpower left to get herself out of the holes it made for her.
That would not be this time. She would cry, for the first time in a decade, and she would have to be more careful about who she allowed herself to care for next time, but there would be a next time. She would take Shinji's responsibilities and continue to live her own life, unbroken.
And if she had to do so alone, then so be it.
Title: The Future, All Written In Stone...
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: PG
Warnings: Possibly AU, spoilers for Deathly Hallows
Summary: Sybil Trelawney was never very good at magic. And now she had caused the first defeat of the Dark Lord and was watching the build up to the second one. All without knowing it.
She had never been very good at anything magical.
Her potions had all, without exception, exploded in her face; her Transfiguration was terrible; her theory of Herbology was average but she was allergic to everything in the greenhouse; she'd failed Astronomy after she'd used some books that she had found in a Muggle library to help her with her homework and the less said about her last History of Magic exam, the better.
But Sybill Trelawney had never wanted to be a witch in the first place. She had hoped that she'd be a Squib, not get the letter and hopefully -someday, after going through the normal channels- become a lawyer in one of the departments of the Muggle legal system that dealt with wizarding matters. She knew that she would be better at it than she was in this world, than she had been in her bright blue uniform. A dumb Ravenclaw. One would think that it was impossible.
And now she taught -Divination, one of the only subjects that she'd passed in her NEWTs- and she knew that the students and even some of the other teachers said exactly the same things about her. She didn't have to See to know that everyone considered her a useless fraud, teaching a soft subject that even she didn't know anything about.
She had tried to resign before -back in her first year of teaching, when the rumours started and she started to feel uncomfortable- but Dumbledore had gently refused and persuaded her to stay another year. One year became ten, then seventeen and Dumbledore had died -she'd predicted it, the Tower card brought downfall, but no-one had listened to her- leaving her alone at Hogwarts.
But she had stayed because, at this point, having put her life on hold to teach for seventeen years, she had nowhere else to go.
So she had done what little she could -hidden any students who had ran into her tower after-hours because the Carrows were after them, not reported any students for detention (not even when a Gryffindor fifth-year lost his temper and started shouting at her that the DA were the only ones doing anything at Hogwarts) and practiced her Charms for the fight. Her cards had foretold Judgement since the occupation of the school had started, so she knew it was coming. And soon.
Even if she wasn't a very skilled witch, she did still know enough to control the movements of a crystal ball with her wand.
Maybe, if she survived this, she could become a member of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement instead. She could only hope.