Tada! First Chapter is finally out!
Hope you all enjoy reading! (took me forever to actually come up with a suitable plot) 3
Yes a Death Note fanfic...*squeal* More chapters soon to come, so stay tuned
Chapter 1: Introductions and Finding my God.
I held perfectly still as the name rolled off my lips again, still unfamiliar to the term, "S-Shinigami? You're a Shinigami?" The monstrous figure in front of me laughed a cruel yet amusing laugh that chilled me to my very essence. I felt enormous masses of strange power eliciting from within him. The figure was –hands down- double the size of me, with a face like a sick-version of a clown that children would have nightmares about for weeks.
Staring straight into those non-pupil eyes, I couldn't help the memories of him infiltrate my mind- which was already pounding from the strain of keeping his darkness behind my barrier. I saw countless visions of death. All different ages. All different causes. His past was nothing but the deep colour of crimson blood of the innocent lives he had played with just to amuse himself for the time being.
One face kept on appearing before me the most; my guess was the Shinigami had spent a lot of his time following around this particular person. He was tall, wearing a uniform that did nothing to hid the fact that he had muscle underneath; he was built, but not in the way that made his biceps pop out of the tight looking uniform, but in the way that makes a girl feel like she can swoon in his arms.
His brown hair obscured my vision of his eyes, but that didn't stop me from seeing the rest of his angel-like face. Pale-flawless skin, high cheek bones- Asian descendant my mind told me-, pliable looking lips, and straight sharp noise. I was so disjointed by the boy in front of me, I couldn't stop the Shinigami mind from flickering to another scene for me to witness.
It showed me an old abandoned shack near the edge of the railway that ran through the Kanto region of Japan. I saw the boys figure slid through the door, his body sagging as if he was carrying a weighty burden. I took a few steps into the memory, hands shaking, and throat going dry, instantly expecting the worst of the angel-boy. I walked towards the door the boy had disappeared into and opened it slightly. The scene before me made my heart thunder with sudden fear.
The boy was heavily bleeding from one of his hands, but he also had his good hand on the shoulder of the bleeding arm, as if he was trying to suppress more of the life blood from flowing into the ground. Shot twice? I thought horridly. Who in God's name was worth enough to have to bullets ripped through the muscle of their arm? He began to slowly climb up the stairs that led to the upper floor, and I couldn't help but pity him as he struggled.
Giving up half way, he pushed himself around so that his back was against the cold concrete floor of the shack staircase. His hair finally gave way and I didn't hesitate to look straight into fathomless chocolate brown eyes. In these eyes, I saw a perfect heaven.
It was glorious and endless as I stared into his mind through his eyes. I could see everything he wanted, everything he achieved, and everyone he had killed for the sake of his 'mission'. I could see his idea of a 'purified' world. Intrigued I followed this memory, to find it only lead back to him again. When I saw him this time, it made me want to build an altar and worship him from the ground.
He had a brilliant gold and white aura that surrounded him, looking like he was glowing. Massive grey-tinted wings had sprouted from his back, his eyes a burning brown with justice and righteousness swimming in them. I was in complete awe as I took in his magnificent appearance, far better than him crawling half dead up a set of stairs. He looked like a God.
Then suddenly I was sucked out of the image, away from God, away from the bleeding boy, away from the Shinigami's memories.
"Who was that?" I asked breathlessly panting; I had pushed my power beyond its usual limit, the effect taking a huge toll on my overstrained body. "Oh, just a random human who happened to pick up the Note Book I dropped a few years ago, hyuk hyuk" The Shinigami chuckled mysteriously.
"What's his name?" I re-asked my question. "Now why should I tell you that?" he retorted, a smile forever plastered on his pale white face.
"Because I'm the owner of your Death Note now, I deserve to know its past owners" I pushed, pulling out the sinful book in order to prove my point.
"Hmmmm" the Shinigami thought loudly, "alright little girlie, I'll tell you what. I give you the full story of the previous owner of my Death Note if you give me half your remaining lifespan for the Eye.
I gulped. Half of my remaining lifespan for the full story of the boy in the Death God's memory. Half my life for both the boy and the Shinigami eyes. Two for the price of one? There was only one answer I could give.
"Deal" I announced, pulling out a pen and note pad –Not the Note Book! - To jot down the important details; I didn't want to miss anything.
"The boy in that memory was a straight A student- a genius- that unlocked certain mysteries about my Death Note. He struck fear into everyone in Japan and then eventually, made America fall to his command. His father was the head of the Japanese task force- another reason that he didn't get caught straight away" My pen was scribbling furiously against the pad, making details in dot points.
"He was so well known that he had a little fan base right here in the Kanto region. He even had two girlfriends at the time, Misa Amane, and Mikami Takimora" the Shinigami chuckled appreciatively. "But they both were just pawns he used to distract the well known detective who was trailing him, a super genius like the boy who went by the name L" hyuk hyuk hyuk
"But then again everyone who pursued him, ended up dead. The same to L; he was killed before solving the case. But then something happened unexpectedly. The case was left in the two hands of L's successors- Mello, who died in a car accident, and Near or N for short that looked like the exact image of L and his true successor."
"You didn't answer my question, Shinigami" I interrupted "His name please"
"His name?" the reply was a chuckle, "oh yeah, His name was Light Yagami or you can call him Kira."
dun Dun DUHHHH! Cliffy! and the first of many...next chapter soon