A/N: well hello everybody! I was once xxthisismylastresortxx but I changed it so don't think this is a totally different author and that there's something fucked up about your comp! Woot! Anyways, here's the 411 about this fic! This story is about death note, obviously, but it includes new characters and it also has my best friend and I as the main characters! Okies. My name in this fic is Rizzo (like my real life nickname), and I have dirty blond hair. and my friend's name is jinx. All right, now that I made it clear who we are and made your lives much easier, on with 'Part of me wishes you well, while the other wants you dead'!!
Chapter 1
Tokyo, Japan, December 25th, 2019
It was not all calm and well in Tokyo, the rain pouring down bucketful upon bucketful, the lightning flashing and thrashing with thunder as a side dish. It seemed to most as pre-apocalypse, not Christmas. Children were at home crying their eyes out because they, being as smart as they were, knew that Santa was as much an idiot as to come to Tokyo in this fucking downpour. And no matter how much or what way their parents pleaded, there was no way in fuck that they would get their kids to shut the hell up. Already 5 mothers and 17 fathers were arrested for the murder of their wailing children. And it is at one of these houses that our story begins…
"Kane, You've got to be fucking kidding me…" a dirty blond cop stated as she stepped onto the crime scene. It was horrible. A woman's corpse was open and guts all out, a permanent expression of shock on her face. And the other corpse was that of the male child. His corpse was by the door was so heavily mutilated that it was impossible to examine him to see if there was any trace of the killer's fingerprints. As for the cop, She was of tall stature, thin, well built, with muscles here and there, and a six-pack to boot. And, at age 18, she could kick anybody's ass. The male cop examining the woman's corpse was her chief and didn't appreciate it that the only thing out of kids these days was pure profanity. Sighing he shook his head and looked over to meet the girl's crystal blue eyes. Her gaze unsteadily flew from the woman to the child and then to her chief, who delivered his scolding with no sympathy in his voice.
"Rizzo, how many times do I have to tell you? I don't appreciate profanity at a crime scene!" his voice was a medium level baritone, which went well with his George clooney haircut and thin-but-old body. His features were precise and piercing, although Rizzo thought his face made him look like a professional stalker with no interest in women whatsoever.
"God, St. Kane! Excuse me for being human…geez" Rizzo muttered under her breath as she went around the scene.
-4 Days later-
Rizzo shook her head as she paced the police department's lab. "So…. you mean to tell me that the kid killed his mom and committed suicide?" the scientist nodded as she ran up the file on her computer. Rizzo slightly leaned over the scientist to get a better view. The file contained all kinds of complicated shit. Fingerprints, blood stains, and murder weapon analysis. It turns out that the kid killed his mom and himself with a desert eagle found at the crime scene. Apparently the kid bought it out of another kid's hands. The 'other' kid bought it from an apparent dangerous mafia member.
"This has no reason to it!" the scientist exclaimed, frustrated that no matter how she looked at it she didn't know who made it. Rizzo, on the other hand, froze when she saw the desert eagle light up the LCD computer screen. Cursing, she ran out, grabbed her leather jacket, and left the building.
She knew who made the gun
And it was somebody she hadn't confronted in a while
JINX!
A/N;hello, sorry for the short chappie! The story I'll be longer!