I don't own Death Note, Tsugumi Ohba and Takeshi Obata do.
Opening: Breathe on Me, by New Cinema Tokage
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Chapter 1: The White Notebook
A shinigami was running across the dull barren wastelands of the shinigami realm in a rather big hurry. He came across several other shinigami lying around and gambling with each other. "You guys!" the shinigami shouted to his kin.
"What is it?" one of the shinigami lying around asked in a bored tone.
"My death note is missing, has anyone seen it?"
"Missing? Have you always kept it on you?" spoke one of the shinigami gambling with his friend. The death noteless shinigami nodded yes, only to receive laughter from the lazy shinigami.
"You moron, you didn't lose your death not."
"I didn't?"
"Of course not; you were just robbed." the lazy one replied, still laughing. "In fact, you're the fourth shinigami to have their death note stolen."
"But how can that be? Why would another shinigami wanna steal my death note when he or she have their own?" the dumbfounded shinigami asked, panicking.
"Hahahaha, I guess that's what you all get for slacking off from being shinigamis, you'd never know when you're gonna lose your jobs." the voice of another shinigami showed up. The others recognized it as none other than the infamous shinigami Ryuk.
"You're one to talk, Ryuk. You stole Sidoh's death note just so you can go have some fun in the human world. How do we know that you're not recently stealing more death notes?" retorted the shinigami who was gambling.
"Well if I stole those death notes, then you clearly see them on me. I'm not one who hide things from others even though it can be fun to do so." replied Ryuk.
"Hey, what about him? That bastard enjoys causing problems for everyone here, he can likely be doing this out of some twisted joke." the lazy shinigami asked out loud.
"The problem is that he hardly shows himself to anyone."
Ryuk didn't say anything, but rather thought to himself as the other shinigami carried the conversation on by themselves. 'Hmm. I guess I've become inspirational. I wonder who the lucky shinigami is. Hmm, this can be quite interesting just like back in the good old days. Isn't that right... Light?'
The final bell signaled the end of school for the day, expressing satisfaction to the high school students leaving. Their satisfaction was hinted by the fact that it was Friday. Out of the many chattering high school students, one particular student was in a fowl mood. She was a sixteen year old teenage girl with aquamarine-colored eyes as sour looking as the expression on her face. Her hair is dyed a light blue color. Her current attire consists of a pair of jeans, sneakers, and a long-sleeved stripe shirt.
"Wait up!" a brunette girl in a pair of shorts and green shirt shouted to the fowl-mood girl as she caught up with her. "Hey Snow, where were you during chemistry?"
"Office," the girl replied bluntly. Jasmine Cleveland was the only person who Snow would seemingly would let her be close to her, talk to her, be around her and stuff. But that didn't mean she considered the other girl a friend, far from it. In fact, there were some times where she would find the other girl annoying.
"You know, Snow, you really need to stop getting into fights. It's really unladylike of you. And I think-"
"You're one to talk." Snow retorted as she began jogging home. The bitch sure is one to talk, she thought. Sometimes on weekends, she would witness Jasmine sometimes in clothing that showed off a bit of her skin to get attention. And in school, she could see her dating other boys. Even though Snow seemed defensive at first, she really could care less. She just wanted to get away from another pointless lecture.
After a few minutes of jogging, Snow arrived at the street she lives on. Her house was just four other houses away. It was a two-story building with a gray roof, a red door, and a nice front lawn; Her room was on the second floor. Snow checked her mailbox to find some letters and bills inside, but nothing for her. She walked up to the front door, attempting to open it but found it was locked. She sighed, it meant her parents... actually her foster parents were out; she never knew her real biological parents. Before she could open her backpack to get her house key, she heard something hit the ground hard. A white notebook was lying there out on the front-walk.
(cue Hitmitsu) (1)
Snow's curiosity caused her to walk over to the notebook; how did it get there all of a sudden? She began analyzing and eliminating the possibilities of how the notebook got here. It sure as hell wasn't there when she got home, she would've seen it before she ever went to the front door. There was the possibility that someone threw the notebook into her yard, either they did it as a dumb prank or they really wanted to get rid of it. But if it was someone, she would've heard them as well as see them running away. They might be hiding, but there's not much places to hide without being caught in her sight. Then there was the possibility that one of her foster parents might've thrown it from the second story window. First of all, Snow knows her foster parents wouldn't do such a thing and even if they did threw it out the second-story window, it would've landed closer to the front porch. So where exactly could this notebook come from? The sky?
Snow signed, and shrugged off the ridiculous thought. A notebook to just fall out of the sky and just happened to land in her front yard? Oh, please...
The girl kneeled down to pick up the white notebook, and found the title written eerily with black words.
Death Note
Snow raised an eyebrow at the bizarre title. If this really is suppose to be a joke or prank, she would be highly threatened and pissed. She opened the notebook up, the backside of the front cover written in instructions, hence the words "How To Use It" written at the top in black words.
"The human whose name is written in this notebook shall die."
After reading the first rule, Snow looked around seeing no one around in the open. She turned to walk back to the front door, holding the notebook in her left hand. With her other, she unlocked the front door with her house key. Upon entering the kitchen, she found a note on the refrigerator from her foster parents.
'Snow, we went out and will be back around midnight. Some chicken potpie has been made for you, it's in the microwave.
-Love, mom and dad.'
The light blue-haired teen opened the fridge to take out a carton of milk, now keeping the notebook tucked under her armpit. Pouring a glass of milk, and taking the potpie out, she gathered everything and headed upstairs. Luckily, her bedroom door wasn't fully shut so she could easily open it up with her back. Her bedroom wasn't much to look at, just the basics; a bed, a desk with drawers, a chair, a computer, a dresser, a television, and a bookshelf. After setting her milk, potpie, and notebook on the desk, she slid her backpack off her shoulders. Sitting down in her chair, she began eating her potpie as she looked through more of the notebook's rules.
'So I can give people either a quick or slow death, specified the death anyway I want as long as it's within the realistic boundaries of the target. And if the cause of death is not specified, the person would simply die of a heart attack. Okay, the basics sound simple enough... for a sick, twisted joke,' but then something in the girl's mind was triggered. 'Wait, this sounds familiar. Where have I heard this before?'
(cue Ayashige) (2)
Snow went to her computer and signed online. She drank her milk as she searched the internet for answers to satisfy her suspicions. She found her a certain web site that has been broadcasting news events for months, and she scrolled down the long list til she found the answers she was looking for. 'This is it. I knew there was something about heart attacks that reminded me about something. It was two years, during the Crime Genocide Ordeal, where many criminals were dying off from heart attacks, heart attacks resulting from unknown sources. It was during the time when most of the world worshiped the mysterious being known as Kira, who was both famous and infamous for passing judgement on them. People accepted that possibility because it's unnatural for criminals to constantly die from heart attacks for many days in a row. And even if a god could kill off humans, it's impossible to assume that the criminals could die from a disease that can cause heart attacks, because diseases can spread among anyone. I wonder, this notebook... was Kira really a human being all along and not a god? And was this notebook the power Kira used to rid the world of criminals?'
Snow drank more of her milk as she reached for a pen, she needed to test this theory. 'If I write down someone's name and they do die, then I've committed murder. But it's not like I would be suspected. I mean, if that person dies it's not like I was there when it happened. And if this really is the source of Kira's power, then I have to test to see if it's real.'
She began thinking of who should she test the notebook on, but there hasn't been any hints of crime in her neighborhood. Her thoughts came to the students in her school. The first person who came to mind was Jasmine. Even if she let a girl hang out with her, deep down Snow never cared for Jasmine; she was just a nuisance. Her options then came to the girl she got into a fight with earlier today. 'It's just the perfect choice to test this notebook. All those times she and I quarrel, but I'm always the one who faces the consequences while she gets away with it. Maybe it's time Miss Captain of the Cheerleading Squad receives her punishment, one that is long overdo.'
She wrote down the name down on the first page.
Alisa Villa
Snow opened a pouch in her backpack to take out her cell phone. She sat back in her chair to drink the rest of her milk. She stopped eating the potpie sometime ago. Reading about things that sounded interesting to her tends to make her not hungry for food, but for knowledge. However, milk was more precious to her. A month ago Snow was clever and sneaky enough to get Alisa Villa's cell phone number, she felt it would be of some use to her in the future. Until now, she never found such a use for it. She dialed the number and waited for it to be picked up.
"Hello?" a teenage girl's voice was heard on the other line.
"Alisa, hey, it's Snow." Snow replied.
"Snow?"
"You and I had a fight earlier in school today." said the light blue-haired girl. She was obviously putting on an act.
"Oh, what do you want?" Alisa asked, not sounding happy.
"I wanted to apologize for what happened today in school. I was very upset today, and I was wrong to take it out on you." Snow apologized, in deep concern.
"Well I can agree there was something wrong with you, but I guess you didn't meant any har... GAH!" Alisa gasped painfully on the other line.
"Alisa? Alisa, what's wrong?" Snow asked. Her expression was real this time, no act. The sounds she was hearing on the other line sounded very realistic; it seemed to have her speechless. The sound of Alisa Villa falling to the floor was heard on her cell phone. Snow's cell phone slipped from her hand, landing on the floor. She slowly turned her head to look at Alisa's full name on the notebook's page.
'So it does work.'
Suddenly Snow's head hurt a bit over what she just did. She grabbed her glass and headed downstairs back to the kitchen. She refilled her glass with milk and held it against her forehead. Just a moment ago, everything around her seemed to have stopped in time. The sounds of Alisa's suffering from a heart attack could still be heard in her head.
But then, how come she wasn't feeling sad over Alisa's death, or guilt for killing her? This was the punishment Alisa deserved after all, right? After all the times where Snow got the punishment Alisa would get away with it, so this was her time to finally pay. 'Yes, of course,' Snow said in her thoughts. 'She's been messing with me for so long, she got what she deserved. This is what happens when others look down on me.' Snow moved her glass of milk from her forehead and began drinking it. She felt almost like a hooker girl whose suffering from a hangover after drinking too much alcohol at a bar. After finishing the rest of her milk, she went to wash it in the sink. She decided to rest a bit. Returning to her bedroom she plopped onto her bed, forgetting about her cell phone, the potpie, the computer, and the note book.
Hours have passed as day became night. The light of the computer was the only thing illuminating the darkness of Snow's room. The silhouette of a large figure appeared from the window, before going right through the wall and window like a ghost. The figure looked around the room, finding both Snow lying on her bed asleep and the notebook on the computer desk. The creature snickered as it walked to the desk to pick up the notebook. It then walked over to Snow's bed, the sound of chains scraping against the floor.
"Wake up, little girl."
The note book was dropped, landing on Snow's head. She woke up with a jolt, checking her surroundings to find what woke her up. She found the notebook now in her lap, but caught the feeling that she wasn't alone in the room. She turned and screamed at the creature standing before her, making her back up against the wall.
The creature was cloaked like a phantom, with a hood over its head. It had creepy-looking hands with long claws, with shackles around the wrists. The chains of the shackles laid on the floor. A long skinny reptile-like tail protruded from underneath the cloak. The darkness of the hood hid the creature's face, but the only feature of its face that Snow could see was its smile of sharp, crooked, disgusting yellow teeth.
"What're you scared of, little girl. Weren't you expecting me to show up?" the creature spoke in a deep, sinister voice.
"Who the hell are you, and what the hell are you doing in my room?" Snow snapped.
The creature snickered. "No need to get so defensive, little girl. My name is Forte, and I'm a Shinigami."
"A Shini-what?"
To Be Continued...
Ending: War and Peace, by Ali Project
(1) & (2): music tracks from the Death Note Soundtrack.