Viator

(call for ficlet requests)

Light has never liked these ‘phantom thieves of hearts’. Exposing criminals is admirable, of course, but they’re causing confusion, muddying the public image of Kira. A lot of people think Kira must be responsible for these ‘changes of heart’, as strange and sudden as Kira’s true judgements.

And now…

He turns the calling card over and over in his fingers.

It doesn’t use the name Kira. But it mentions ‘false justice’. It promises to make him confess.

They know? They can’t possibly know; there’s no reason they should know. But why else would they target him?

Why target him at all? It’s nothing but hypocrisy. The Phantom Thieves, Kira: they’re both going outside the law to do what must be done. If the Phantom Thieves wanted to protect the lives of criminals, they wouldn’t publicly expose those criminals to Kira’s mercy.

What do they do? How do they make these people confess, repent, loathe themselves?

It won’t happen to him. He’s too smart to fall for whatever arguments or tricks they’ve used on their previous targets, too well equipped with the Death Note in his hands; all he needs is a face and a name. His judgements are righteous; he has no reason to feel ashamed of them. He won’t be swayed.

(call for ficlet requests)

Thank you for the request! I apologise if you weren't looking for a weird route situation, but this prompt really got me thinking about the weird route.

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“You’re not Kris,” Noelle says. “Are – are you?”

Kris just looks at her for a moment. Not Kris, not Kris; the thing that looks like Kris. Kris wouldn’t have made her do those things.

“Maybe not,” it says, in the end. “But this is Kris’s body.”

What does that mean? Is Kris in there, somewhere, watching all this? (What are they thinking; what are they feeling?) Is Kris – is Kris gone?

There’s one thing she knows: whatever this thing in Kris’s body is, she can’t fight it. She can’t use her magic; she can’t do anything to hurt it, physically.

It’s not Kris. But it’s Kris; she can’t just—

“Give them back,” she says. Trying to keep her voice steady, trying to put some force into it.

“What will you give me in exchange?” It’s a casual question; there’s nothing but calm curiosity behind it.

She’s too afraid to answer.