Written Execution - (Fem!Light/Misa x Reader)

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This all started when a small black book fell from the sky.

(y/n) hadn’t cared about much: his parents moved them to Japan, so his social life left back in the States. Not that he had many friends to begin with; being the loner would do that to a person.

But he would rather be alone than with people. Most people that wanted to be with him were ignorant of even basic knowledge.(y/n) wished there was someone that supplied him with some kind of challenge. He walked down the streets of Tokyo looking at the brightly colored signs. He thought he saw a tall Russian guy selling sushi but passed it off.

hile (y/n) was walking he got thirsty and ducked into a convenience store. As the college student grabbed a bag of Twizzlers and a Monster, he noticed a shifty eyed man walking towards the cashier with his head down. When the man got to his desired location, he pulled a gun on the younger guy standing behind the counter.

Now (y/n) wasn’t necessarily a courageous person, but he never liked standing by and watching things happen. When he was younger, he saved a little girl from being hit by a car; granted, he did spend multiple weeks in the hospital and several more in a wheelchair. But nevertheless, something had to be done in that situation and the same could be said for this one.

That’s when he noticed a book that seemed to fall from nowhere in particular. It was like a gift from God. No one else seemed to care about the strange journal, like it was only meant for him to notice.

But back to the situation at hand. The cashier was busy digging money out of the register while under the barrel of the older man’s gun. (y/n), out of either stupidity or bravery, crept up behind the perpetrator and tapped on his shoulder. As soon as the man turned around, he met by a fist to the septum, which effectively blinded him. (y/n) swept the man’s legs and brought a downward kick to the man’s head.

He then grabbed some zip ties and bound the miscreant with the plastic binders. (y/n) then ran outside and looked around for the black book. He saw it in a tree, which he quickly scaled and hence retrieved the book.

There were instructions for it’s  use. Testing its abilities, (y/n) wrote down the name of well known corrupt politician, a suicide method, and waited. Minutes later that same man was reported dead, hanged with his own tie.

After this, a Shinigami appeared before him. It was a small, skinny girl named Kuroshiki. She addressed (y/n) shyly and tells him that only he and other shinigami could see her.

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This is where our story begins. A man, a notebook, and a death god. Months passed since that day and (y/n) only wrote the names of escaped prisoners and rapists. Kuroshiki tried making a deal with him for the Shinigami Eyes but (y/n) didn’t like the terms of the agreement.

Instead, he would give Kuroshiki some kind of food that she liked. Agreeing upon this, the reaper told (y/n) she liked strawberries. So in return for the names of criminals, (y/n) would buy her a big bag of the red, vine-grown berries. It went on like this for a few months until the “Kira” murders started happening.

As (y/n) walked down the street, he watched the passing people.

Several thoughts like this passed through (y/n)’s mind. Kuroshiki was sitting in (y/n)’s backpack so she could eat her strawberries. She popped one into her mouth.

“You know, these killers are probably using Death Notes like you” she said with a mouthful of strawberries.

(y/n) pondered this and continued walking down the street. He didn’t respond to Kuroshiki as he would look like a crazy person talking to no one. He sat down at a table at a cafe and soon a waitress came by to take his order.

(y/n) ordered a macchiato and pulled out his phone. Three more people died from heart attacks in the last few hours. He looked up to see a goth looking blonde girl and a semi-formal dressed girl sitting down at his table.

“Hello, my name is Light Yagami and this is Misa.” she said whilst indicating to the other girl. “I am Kira, and I know you. . . have a Death Note.”

The two girls almost wore (y/n)’s coffee. “Wh-what are y-you talking about?”

Misa moved closer to (y/n), almost sitting in his lap. “Oh c’mon. Don’t play koi with us. You kill bad people just like us. That’s so cool!”

Light cleared her throat. “Back to the topic at hand. You’re an intelligent, resourceful, and you have a powerful weapon at your disposal.” She laid her own black notebook on the table. “Plus, you’re really handsome”

(y/n) reluctantly placed his Death Note on the table and kept his hand on top of it. “Okay, so I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”

Both Light and Misa slid their black book over to (y/n) and he did the same with his. They touched each other's books and saw the corresponding Shinigami.

Misa shrieked. “Oh my gosh, she’s so cuuute.”

(y/n) held his hands in front of him. “Shhhhh, quiet down or people will stare. Can’t you be collected like Miss Yagam?”

She stopped fawning over the small death god and placed her hands in her lap. “I’m sorry, she’s just so cute. What’s her name?”

“She calls herself Kuroshiki. I just call her Kuro.” (y/n) pulled out his wallet. “Um, can we move this conversation somewhere else? I’ve got an apartment close by.”

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(y/n), Misa, and Light left and met back up at (y/n)’s apartment, which was also in the Kanto region. They were trying to talk casually but Light and Misa found (y/n) to be a distraction.

“So how long have you two had Death Notes?” Neither Misa or Light responded they just stared at (y/n). (y/n) waved hand in their faces. “Hello, anyone home?”

Light blinked. “Oh, I’m sorry. You’re just so cute.”

“Yeah, you’re face is so adorable.” Misa agreed.  “Are you dating anyone?”

“What? No, I- Wait, why are you asking?”

Misa moved over to (y/n)’s lap like she did at the cafe, but this time she kissed his cheek and side of his face. Light moved her chair closer to (y/n)’s and laid her head on his shoulder.

“We decided to share you before meeting you here. And you’re gonna say yes, otherwise, I’ll write your name in my Death Note. Okay?”

(y/n) swallowed sharply. “Y-yes ma’am.”

Misa moved her kisses to his lips. “Good, now be a good boy and lay down with your new girlfriends.”

(y/n) didn’t know what to do so he did as she told. The trio soon fell asleep with (y/n) in the center, Misa on the left, and Light on the right. (y/n) stayed with the slightly psychotic girls. Right up until the end.