DN -- Shades of White V: Stupid
Title: Shades of White
Chapter: 5. Stupid
Fandom: Death Note
Character: Near
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 255
Warnings: none
Summary: The mind is a sanctum; the heart is a wasteland -- Near, in six moments. Five: It goes without saying that he isn't stupid.
Author's Note: But I said it anyway.
V - STUPID
Despite the countless adages about books’ covers and taking things at face value, people think him naïve. With the white hair, the great eyes, and this damned inconvertible form, he supposes he can’t blame them. He’s a metaphor-monger’s dream come true, symbolic quite by accident, particularly blatant when juxtaposed with the concentrated oblivion that is Mello.
He knows what the world is. He knows how it operates. He knows that the planet is populated, overpopulated, overwhelmed by cannibals and carnivores. It goes without saying that he isn’t stupid.
Which is why he raises the .45, squints through the thick plastic of the protective lenses, and puts six bullets into the dark torso silhouette printed on the paper target.
There are six small holes right where the heart would be, a few of them merging in their proximity.
He sets the gun down, pries the glasses up to wipe a drizzle of cool sweat from beneath the curve of his eyebrow, and adjusts the earmuffs for better coverage.
The sun’s going down. Halle came by an hour ago to tell them that everything is prepared, except of course for the notebook Gevanni will continue forging diligently late into the night. Behind him, Rester shifts impatiently, and Near knows he should concede to return to headquarters now, but he doesn’t want today to end.
Everything hinges on tomorrow. If something goes wrong, they’re all dead.
Near picks up the 9 mm, aims, and fires six more bullets.
No, he’s not stupid.
And he doesn’t believe in luck.
[Chapter IV: Unexpected] [Chapter VI: Ghosts]
Chapter: 5. Stupid
Fandom: Death Note
Character: Near
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 255
Warnings: none
Summary: The mind is a sanctum; the heart is a wasteland -- Near, in six moments. Five: It goes without saying that he isn't stupid.
Author's Note: But I said it anyway.
V - STUPID
Despite the countless adages about books’ covers and taking things at face value, people think him naïve. With the white hair, the great eyes, and this damned inconvertible form, he supposes he can’t blame them. He’s a metaphor-monger’s dream come true, symbolic quite by accident, particularly blatant when juxtaposed with the concentrated oblivion that is Mello.
He knows what the world is. He knows how it operates. He knows that the planet is populated, overpopulated, overwhelmed by cannibals and carnivores. It goes without saying that he isn’t stupid.
Which is why he raises the .45, squints through the thick plastic of the protective lenses, and puts six bullets into the dark torso silhouette printed on the paper target.
There are six small holes right where the heart would be, a few of them merging in their proximity.
He sets the gun down, pries the glasses up to wipe a drizzle of cool sweat from beneath the curve of his eyebrow, and adjusts the earmuffs for better coverage.
The sun’s going down. Halle came by an hour ago to tell them that everything is prepared, except of course for the notebook Gevanni will continue forging diligently late into the night. Behind him, Rester shifts impatiently, and Near knows he should concede to return to headquarters now, but he doesn’t want today to end.
Everything hinges on tomorrow. If something goes wrong, they’re all dead.
Near picks up the 9 mm, aims, and fires six more bullets.
No, he’s not stupid.
And he doesn’t believe in luck.
[Chapter IV: Unexpected] [Chapter VI: Ghosts]