Kanarazu Yomigaeru
Prologue:
"The day Justice died, so too did Love."
Stoic blue eyes stared as the Shinigami turned to ash, the words silenced by the heavy wind and rain billowing past the rooftop. Cold loathing beyond hatred reflected in the rigidity of the human's pale face, while the eyes remained deadened of emotion. Perhaps the Shinigami felt regret or betrayal, realized finally the truly horrendous terror of the human spirit - realized the depths to which humans would sink for their ends.
But that no longer mattered, the Shinigami was dead. Killed by love for love. Dying as a penance for saving the human's life only to realize the beloved human had set it all up. Perhaps instead the Shinigami didn't feel regret but the blissful contentment of sacrificing everything for one's most cherished person - the form of love only few discovered breathed within them.
That too no longer mattered.
Cold eyes watched as the ash blew away within seconds, scattered through the sky by the storm; the rain drenched cityscape welcoming the vanishing remains of the Shinigami.
"Just wait. I'll show you the face of my ideal world." The pale-skinned human sneered and watched the city streets below as the tiny specks of humans hustled about, oblivious to all but their own unhappiness. A dark pall had fallen over the world, and by the time people realized what they sensed, it'd be over.
Not that it would matter.
Not when the hunted and hunter both became the hunted, and the world holding human life rotted back into the nothingness from whence it was born. Ushering in an era of darkness that would never cease.
"What will happen to your sheep now, Kira? Those who view unflinchingly the deaths of those unclean around them, accepting the shrinking of their flock without realizing they too will die to whet their master's appetite once the undesirables are weeded out….They don't call it a harvest for nothing."
Thin lips sneered as an incisor cut through the pinkish plush; a drop of blood welled up from the wound and slid down the chin, the rich crimson on the pale skin shadowed by the stormy night. One slender finger wiped the drop up as the opposite hand picked up the black notebook laid on the concrete roof and flipped it open.
Using the blood as ink, the slender finger spelled out one name on the first pristine page, a name soon highlighted by the full moon breaking through the clouds.
Sayu Yagami
"Kira, what can you do now?" The pale human laughed and closed the death note, placing it beneath the coal black shirt clothing her slender form. Raven hair violently arrayed framed the soft-to-the-touch yet cold-hearted cheeks, and shadow dressed the rest of the human's body bestowing a ghostly feel to the white flesh clad in raven garb. "You're dead and can no longer change anything. Just bask in the oblivion of nothingness."
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Year 2015
Matsuda felt cold, numb as he gave his condolences Sachiko Yagami, after kneeling and praying before Sayu's coffin. The recent death of the young woman was a tragedy to a family that seemed plagued by bad luck; not that the death by heart attack of the twenty-three year old Sayu was luck….
On the front seat of his patrol car lay the manila envelope he'd received in the mail that morning, and within that envelope five sheets of lined paper silently waited his perusal. Five sheets filled with names, times, places - details of deaths that both had happened already and still remained to occur.
He did not need to think about it. He knew. Those were death note sheets. Someone had mailed them to him as a game or a challenge, along with a note addressed to 'the current L' and written in a language he did not know. It chilled him, when he'd first seen those sheets and realized what they were - the blood in his veins burned when he'd noticed Sayu's name, written in dried blood, on one of those sheets.
Kira had returned, but not as an idealist executing criminals, but someone much worse. None of the names written was the name of a criminal or suspect, but rather seemed like the names of innocent people. Random innocent people.
'Damn it….' Matsuda got back into his patrol car, only barely refraining from slamming the door. He side-glanced at the hateful envelope before turning the ignition key and backing onto the road; those remaining from the original Kira taskforce had to see this, as did the 'current L.' 'How does this Kira even know Near isn't the original L? And why Sayu…?'
"Why the hell can't Shinigami stay in their own world? I've had it with death notes…."