Fanfiction
Title: Erase and Rewind
Fandom: Death Note
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Subverted character death
Inspiration: aishuu wrote this.
The first thing Light knew was pain. Muscles tensing and spasming, unused lungs fighting for air, skin scraping against wood, the give of slightly mildewed cushion beneath him…
Slowly, pain gave way to sensation and the realisation that if he stretched his toes (trapped in uncomfortable shoes) they knocked against wood, that his elbows did the same if he tried to stretch, and that he couldn’t see; not because he still had his eyes closed, but because there was no light to see by.
Ruthlessly, he controlled his breathing, slow, shallow, conserving oxygen. He closed his eyes so as to not strain them, genius mind working efficiently as he thought up a plan to get himself out. After a moment, he reached up with his hands to brace against the top of his small chamber, elbows pressing uncomfortably against the shallow ceiling, and kicked out sharply with his feet. He paused briefly and kicked again, feet aimed at the same spot. He heard the creak of stressed wood and permitted himself a thin, pleased smirk before returning to his work.
A short while later, Light was clawing his way out of chill, hard-packed ground, tasting the sweet release of fresh oxygen, his ears ringing with the delighted cackle of the shinigami in the air above him.
Fandom: Death Note
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Subverted character death
Inspiration: aishuu wrote this.
The first thing Light knew was pain. Muscles tensing and spasming, unused lungs fighting for air, skin scraping against wood, the give of slightly mildewed cushion beneath him…
Slowly, pain gave way to sensation and the realisation that if he stretched his toes (trapped in uncomfortable shoes) they knocked against wood, that his elbows did the same if he tried to stretch, and that he couldn’t see; not because he still had his eyes closed, but because there was no light to see by.
Ruthlessly, he controlled his breathing, slow, shallow, conserving oxygen. He closed his eyes so as to not strain them, genius mind working efficiently as he thought up a plan to get himself out. After a moment, he reached up with his hands to brace against the top of his small chamber, elbows pressing uncomfortably against the shallow ceiling, and kicked out sharply with his feet. He paused briefly and kicked again, feet aimed at the same spot. He heard the creak of stressed wood and permitted himself a thin, pleased smirk before returning to his work.
A short while later, Light was clawing his way out of chill, hard-packed ground, tasting the sweet release of fresh oxygen, his ears ringing with the delighted cackle of the shinigami in the air above him.