Note by Akira: Akira desu! Bringing you the newly revised prologue! Thanks to my new partner Kimura! Let's get the story rolling!
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Death Note: Monochrome
by Akira and Kimura Ronin
Prologue
Even on this special day, her 13th birthday, she still carried out her usual routine, which was to stare out of the casement. Through the clear glass, the young teen's eyes followed each one of the rain droplets as they fell silently. Her eyes widened as she spotted a peculiar black notebook falling from the sky. Astounded, she ran down the staircase and onto the pavement next to the garden. This particular notebook was indeed a Death Note.
Hesitantly, she picked up the odd-looking black notebook, scanning the front and back of it as if something was going to pop
out of it at any moment.
"K-I," the girl whispered as she read the two white letters out loud. Printed in clear white markings on what seemed to be
the front cover, it appeared out of place on the black pad.
"I-J-N-E-B," a strange and raspy voice whispered back, attentively as the girl jumped in shock. She stumbled and fell on her
knees, afraid to look up. Holding the strange notebook in front of her face, she stammered, "Here, take it back...!" "Nah,
you can keep it." A large, dark shadow began to take form in front of her. "It's yours, isn't it?" the girl trembled, still
hiding behind the extraordinary notebook, reluctant to show her face. Getting impatient as he pushed the pad harshly away
from himself and towards the girl's upper body, he firmly said to her "A shinigami never picks up its own 'Death Note' after
dropping it. It belongs to you now, until you die..." The girl glanced up nervously, unable to say a word, just gazing at
the sight before her.
"A shinigami?! A 'Death Note'?!" she stared back down at the odd-looking book and glanced back up again. Is this... creature a "shinigami?" she thought. The shinigami had pale blue skin, dark lavender hair, visible ribs and bones, and a hollow nose with mauve markings on its face. Could it be?
Shyly emerging from her kneeling position, the girl hugged the book to her chest and stood up. The shinigami had a mischievous smile: "I'm Ki." The small girl tugged on her pallid hair and stared intently at him with her crimson eyes. "Ijneb," she replied with a trembling voice.
With barely a meter in between the two, the shinigami chuckled. "My friend," he said, his ghostly frame shaking from his hair-raising laughter, "Would you like to know what the Death Note is all about?"