If it's the original, perchance,
Over which you wish to glance,
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Then enjoy this purple aberration.
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Chapter One - A Hero is Yielded Unto the World
There was once a girl of breathtaking beauty, the sight of which amazed all passers-by into an awe and revere from which escape was utterly impossible. She was impossible to comprehend. The girl had been granted the name of Sakura, a name befitting of her wonder. Her hair was a cascade of spun golden silk, gently waving down her back. When her eyelids lifted, they revealed two indigo gemstones situated in perfect symmetry, sparkling with a beauty and love otherwise unseen in nature. Sakura - truly divine.
Our story begins one day in a warm summer, a day when the lovely blossom of our attention was making her way gracefully to her place of education. She paused, as her soft gaze was suddenly drawn to an object on the ground at her feet. With a suspect sweep of her eyes, detecting only the occasional bystander fallen into a wonderment of her, she removed the item from the floor. On close inspection, the thing in her hands was a slim notebook, the cover of which was marred with the bizarre declaration that this was in fact something called a 'Death Note'. Her heart swelled with a rush of excitement.
Resuming her casual progress towards her school, her thoughts were consumed with this newfound toy. Even the beautiful scenery of her native Tokyo could not tear her from the daydreams. Before too long, her delicate feet had brought her to foot of the school building.
Entering the building, a boy appeared in her peripheral. This particular boy was named Yuki Saito. His hair was of a pale brown and his light features were well carved. He was the best friend of our heroine. Casting his dark brown eyes over the vision he called Saku-Chan, his heart danced through his ribcage and set alight once more his fiery, passionate love for the girl. Despite being very much aware that his friend shared not his desires, he could not quell this feeling. It was too intense, too raw. He longed for her ivory fingers tussling his hair; her breath heated against his neck. He longed for her soft, pink lips pressed to his. But, he knew it was not to be, and so he smiled at her as she approached. They exchanged greetings.
Sakura withdrew the mysterious notebook from her veritably adorable schoolbag; a Hello Kitty brand pink affair. Yuki, caught rather off-guard by the sight of a notebook in a school, allowed an unmanly gasp to escape his lips. Without waiting for him to form a question, she declared, in a lyrical manner:
"This is a book which I found outside." It should be mentioned that, in addition to a rather muddling level of beauty, Sakura also possessed a rather top-shape set of brain cells. Due to this elevated intelligence, she suspected what few would - that the notebook lived up to the words on its cover. It was a book of death. Yuki nervously laughed, having glanced over the title. He simply did not believe that such a thing could exist. Sakura frowned. His natural cynicism was bothersome today. She asked him politely if he wouldn't mind terribly shutting his silly mouth. He did so at once.
After spending a lengthy day at school, the charming blonde made her way back to her small home. Tired from a hectic and enlightening day, she planted herself in front of her pale lilac wardrobe. She pulled a floral, puff-sleeved t-shirt over her head, followed by a short skirt up her hips. A smile was offered to her newest pair of Wellington boots, sitting in the bottom of her wardrobe; a brilliant grape, and buckled up the sides. After dressing, she laid herself carefully onto her pink satin sheets to ponder the meaning of the note.
A thought blossomed inside the delicate skull of our beloved heroine. Her mind raced at once back to a memory from just a week previously. The memory that fluttered around her neurons told of a mysterious being known as Kira. He, or she, was a serial killer of the prime variety. They had, thusly, been wiping criminals from the world's surface. Her head turning downwards and her curls landing on the notebook's cover, she realised with a gasp that this notebook, or rather, one much like it in every conceivable manner, was responsible for the killer's unimaginable, evil powers.
As the sun set and once more rose to its place in the sky, Sakura began to prepare her things for another visit to her campus. She brushed the locks which framed her gentle face, before dressing in her usual, overly decorative style. Today, this included stockings and large platform boots. Catching a glimpse of her figure in the tall mirror that hung near her door, she allowed a small smile to find its way onto her glossed lips at the sight of her charming reflection. The two's smiles brightened before she skipped out of the bedroom door. Is Sakura gorgeous? You could wager a bet she is.
Removing a tray of strawberries from the fridge, she cast an anxious gaze over the notebook lain on the table. She slid one of the fruits between her lips and pushed the book into her schoolbag, one featuring a certain beribboned young cat, in between an English textbook and a pencil case. Her watch revealed to her that it was in fact time to exit her house and make headway towards her place of education once more. She was delighted at the idea of conversing with her friends once more.
As Sakura made her way through Tokyo at a casual gait, the buzzing of a television caught her attention. A large screen mounted to a building which usually bore the news had just changed. The picture had snapped to a glaring white letter 'L' painted onto an ebony canvas of pixels. She felt a gasp escape her, her blue eyes widening with surprise. The cute lightness of the gasp in contrast to the tense atmosphere caused a few sympathetic coos from strangers. Those stormy sapphires remained focused on the screen.
A voice echoed through the plaza, capturing the attention of all those who had been unfocused.
"Hello. I am the great detective L. I will catch Kira, the heinous serial killer - do you understand me, Kira?" The voice, distorted though it was, struck a chord inside Sakura's young heart. She felt the passion and the determination in this voice. She knew that this L, this mysterious saviour, was hope embodied. He would save this forsaken world from its would-be liberator. He would catch Kira. That made him a hero. And he was, she knew, the hero of her heart. Her life was his. She loved him, at once, and forever.
When she eventually arrived at her school and sat down in her tutor room, she was still set aquiver by the twist in her life. Yuki made his way to her side and offered her an affection greeting, taking up the seat beside hers. She turned towards her friend and, with passion in her voice, she made her declaration. She told him of the 'L' on the screen, of and his message. Although his mind was somewhat distracted by her beauty and his impure feelings, he gave the impression of a dedicated listener. Her next words were intense and blasted him from this reverie.
"Yuki, I intend to find L and help him fight the evil that bears the name of Kira!" Her words brimmed with such fire, that the frightened gasp he emitted was of no consolation. Sakura did not care. She knew, in her heart and her mind, that this was her destiny.