Death Novel
Seras 'Cipher' Victoria is just a small time novelist who specializes in writing about murder mysteries and crime. So suddenly winning a book award, with an all expenses paid trip to Japan just seems too good to be true. Sadly, being asked to help the great detective L, catch the mass murder Kira, seemed much more likely to happen.
First Draft
It was colder than usual in the cell block, three gray walls and steel bars trapping several men in orange jump suits with nothing but a dingy little cot. One man just sat on his cot, grinning to himself as he recalled the actions that had earned him his place in the little cell, unaware of what was going on with his fellow inmates.
It was not long before it was his turn.
The man gasped, choking on his breath as his heart hammered hard against his chest and then stopped for a moment before pumping out more blood to his body, getting smaller and weaker as it beat hard one last time.
It was stopping...
His heart no longer pumped blood into his chest, his eyes almost popping out of his sockets at the realization of what was happening.
The sense of touch was overwhelmed with the chill of death, robbing him of his voice as he gasped for precious air to declare his innocents. The noises around him faded into a distant hum, before becoming eerily silent. Then the darkness spread from the edge of his vision, slowly eating it away as he stared at the being before him with fear.
It was all he could see as he faded from the world, his killer...
KIRA
"Ahh~ finally done!" A young woman's voice cheered happily from inside a small, dark studio apartment, sitting at a small black desk littered with notes. She stretched her lightly tanned arms over her head and arched her back into the off white office chair, as her legs stretched under the desk, black painted toes spreading apart. The over sized black hoodie she wore slipped up to expose her flat stomach and a pair of lavender underwear covering her lower region, making a few popping sounds with her stiff joints.
"This calls for a celebration cake." She mused with a smile on her pink lips before looking at the clock in the corner of the lap top reading, 3:43 AM. Her smile then fell into a pout.
"Crap. I guess that 'ill have to wait then." She muttered sadly as she laced her fingers together and made them crack before reaching towards her laptop again. Her finger tips didn't even graze the keyboard when the screen changed to a harsh white background, making her look away, hissing in pain form the sudden brightness. Only a single black letter appeared on the white screen in Old English Text MT font reflected in her pale blue eyes as she slowly looked at the screen again.
L
"What the hell!?" She shouted at the screen in confused outrage, before picking up the set of discarded head black and purple phones that lay on the desk, slipping the mic down to her lips before she spoke. "L~." she hissed out angrily, not too pleased by the interruption, glaring at the web camera before a distorted voice came through the headphones.
"Cipher, it's good to see you again." The voice was fairly high pitched and was like that of a cartoon character speaking in monotone. She only huffed, rolling her eyes as she pushed back some of her shoulder length, dark brown hair that had escaped the elastic holding back the rest of her hair.
" 'fraid I can't say the same thing 'bout you. Why are you in my lap top any way?" She asked, crossing her arms as she leaned forward, squinting at the black letter. "I am contacting you for a very important reason. I can safely assume you are aware of the strange, criminal deaths." The voice stated as she gave the screen a board look.
"Almost as aware of it as you are. Then again it's seems like the kind of case that would spark your interest." She remarked lazily, the voice did not respond quickly taking a few noticeable seconds before speaking again. "So you have been following it. From the looks of your documents, you where just writing about a criminal's final moments facing his killer." The voice changed slightly near the end making her roll her eyes.
"Well, yeah. I drought anyone is gonna write about what it's like to NOT be on Kira's side." She huffed in annoyance "Except for you. You visit quite a few inmates from what I have been hearing." The voice said, sounding amused as she smirked. "~Eeyup." She responded with a grin before narrowing her eyes at the screen. "So I get the feelin' you didn't break into my laptop for a seek peek at my new book." She nearly growled out, looking at the screen suspiciously.
"No, I did not. Even if your books are quite interesting." The voice commented, before continuing. "I would like to ask you to join the Kira Investigation." It asked and she removed the headphones to fall around her neck. Sticking a finger in her ear and twisting it around inside. "Huh? Can you say that again I think we have a bad connection or something? It sounded like you were asking me to join the Kira Investigation."
"I am, or rather you have been drafted to assist me. Your flight leaves tomorrow at 1PM, Watari will pick you up once you arrive in Japan. Take care until then, Cipher." The voice said before she could respond and the screen then went blank, or rather, to a blue screen of death.
"L! You bustard! I just finished typing up the prologue!" she yelled in a rage shutting the lap top roughly in her anger, plunging herself into the darkness of the apartment.
A.N. This is a story Idea I have been toying with, not sure if it will be received well and I have been away from both the Fandom and Fanfiction for a while. Constructive criticism is welcome.