Disclaimer: all the characters in this fic are those that were included in Death Note, except for the boy and the panther. (which are mine!)
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X. Resurrection .X
The light that allowed him to see was only what was given off by the glowing embers that were the remains of the fire. A cold wind blew and scattered the embers, one of them scorching the side of his bare foot, but he did not flinch.
His movements were steady, identical to those of the Black Panther that stole beside him. Soundless. His dark blue eyes snapped to the panther, it was merely a flicker, and then they resumed observation of centre of what had once been a fire.
People had been here, he could feel them all around him. The disgusting aura of pathetic humans. The panther brushed its tail against his leg, now a few steps ahead. It stopped, and a growl rose in its throat as its amber eyes watched something unseen.
"Kira," the boy snapped to silence it.
But he was glad of the growl, as he instantly knew what had prompted the panther's snarl.
A shinigami.
His lips curled upwards, giving his handsome face a twisted demeanour. Bending down, he used his semi-gloved hands to brush away the hot embers, his bare, pale fingers sporting new scalds. His eyes darted around the ground efficiently.
Something brushed against his cheek, he grasped it with his hand; one swift movement. Kira moved towards him and growled with hostility at what gave off the same aura as the concealed death god. The boy looked at it. It was a page; singed around the edges, but still a page.
It was all he needed to know that he could carry on. He could continue what Kira had started, the Kira he had named his precious panther after. The Kira he had once thought of as God.
The Kira he would become.
His eyes glanced upward, his fist curled tightly around the solitary page. He stood up and bowed slightly to the one now in his view.
"Shinigami."
His eyes fell to the thin, black notebook in the shinigami's hand. His lips curled.
He watched as the creature let the notebook drop to the floor, its eyes gleamed as the boy bent to pick it up, not a single question aimed towards the shinigami. I am Kira…
He glanced at the shinigami.
"I want to do the eye-trade, shinigami."
"Ryuuk," the shinigami muttered as a correction, and then its eyes glowed.
The glow reflected in the boy's eyes, and he felt safe to murmur.
"I am Kira."
