Death Note Fan Fiction ❯ Reflection ❯ Reflection ( Chapter 1 )
[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]
By: Xhadow_Kiss 
Pawns did always look alike... Takada is immature and Misa is intelligent, it's all a matter of who survives the game.
Anime/Manga: Death Note Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Psychological / Angst | Type: Vignette | Uploaded On: 07.11.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 209 | Visits: 540 | Status: Completed
Pawns did always look alike... Takada is immature and Misa is intelligent, it's all a matter of who survives the game.
Anime/Manga: Death Note Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Psychological / Angst | Type: Vignette | Uploaded On: 07.11.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 209 | Visits: 540 | Status: Completed
"When looking for faults use a mirror, not a telescope" - Unknown
Takada never wanted to admit it, but when she saw Misa she saw herself. Maybe a less mature version, but the look in her eyes…
It was a reflection of herself.
Buried underneath immaturity and spite, there lay the doubt.
The doubt that Takada had.
Their argument had been heated and had exposed both their doubts. It didn’t surprise her in the least that the model’s doubts were so near her own.
It was later on that Takada discovered that both their doubts had been well founded. That Misa was just as smart as Takada, that she was more immature than Misa, and that they were more alike than previously thought.
Pawns did always look alike.
As Takada tried to grasp the last remaining edges of her consciousness she desperately hoped that Misa’s fate wouldn’t be a reflection of hers.
She hoped that Misa was more than a pawn that needed to be sacrificed.
The realization that her doubts were real would be painful, almost as painful as burning yourself to death.
Takada never wanted to admit it, but when she saw Misa she saw herself. Maybe a less mature version, but the look in her eyes…
It was a reflection of herself.
Buried underneath immaturity and spite, there lay the doubt.
The doubt that Takada had.
Their argument had been heated and had exposed both their doubts. It didn’t surprise her in the least that the model’s doubts were so near her own.
It was later on that Takada discovered that both their doubts had been well founded. That Misa was just as smart as Takada, that she was more immature than Misa, and that they were more alike than previously thought.
Pawns did always look alike.
As Takada tried to grasp the last remaining edges of her consciousness she desperately hoped that Misa’s fate wouldn’t be a reflection of hers.
She hoped that Misa was more than a pawn that needed to be sacrificed.
The realization that her doubts were real would be painful, almost as painful as burning yourself to death.