Death Note Fan Fiction / Death Note Fan Fiction ❯ Another Life ❯ Another Life ( Chapter 1 )

Summary: In another world, in another life, maybe they could have been friends. LLight Friendship. For Strawberriedanish.

 

Author's Note: A giftific for Strawberriedanish for Christmas! I'm sorry it's a little late, but I've been really busy. To understand the format: the italics in parentheses are possible lives. They are unrelated - in fact, they could not all exist. They generally are a response to the paragraph directly previous.

 

Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note.

 

Another Life

 

In another world, in another life, maybe they could have been friends. If they had not been pitted against each other in this ancient game of predator and prey, perhaps they could have played different games together. Innocent games.

 

(A single slim finger moved to push the rook forward three spaces. The other uses two fingers to grasp his own. “Check,” says the boy. The other smiles and shifts his knight, “Check,” he says. The boy frowns, and moves a pawn before grinning, proud at having foiled an attack with a pawn. “Check,” he says)

 

If they were not so proud, so sure, then perhaps they could have see how foolish they were, how foolish it was to keep fighting like this, to keep killing, to keep wasting lives and time and space.

 

(Once upon a time, when they were younger and more foolish, they were enemies because that was all they knew. Once upon a time, they could not be best friends because they had never known friendship. But now they are older and wiser, and they have all the time in the world to make up for that which they lost)

 

If they had not been so alike, they could have been best friends.

 

(The two boys stand in front of the board, checking the list. They start at the top [because they have never been placed anywhere lower], and the boy whose name is first grins cockily, punching the other on the shoulder. He glares, and they walk off - together. “Next time,” the one growls, “I'll beat you next time.” The other just smiles. He knows that it is true. It is a game they play, almost like taking turns, except that neither really gives.)

 

Because they are so alike, they could have been partners, teammates, competitors.

 

(At the same exact moment, two buzzers rang, and the stadium erupted in whispers. It wasn't supposed to happen like this, they said, even as the boys gave the same exact answer in synchrony. They shouldn't have been able to do that.)

 

But that cannot be.

 

Because they are so proud, so self-righteous, so strong. They both believe that they are right, and the other is wrong.

 

Not a bad trait to have, truly.

 

But if they did not have it, perhaps they would be able to see through all the vengeance, the bloodlust, the hate. Perhaps they would have been able to break past the reflexive glass, past the stainless steel, past the iron bars, past the gilded cage.

 

But it is too late now.