Life is a game and we are the players. Take the risk! One life, that's it! Oh and don't forget, strategy guides don't exist . . .
The real title is "There's no strategy guide for this game . . . So play at your own risk!" however, It was too long so they made me cut it down . . . . anyway! Ok, so this idea randomly popped up in my head and wouldn't leave. So, I decided "what the hell, why not?!" It won't follow the series, so beware! I know I should be working on Lachrymose and I will get back to updating it soon, I'm just a bit distracted at the moment, plus college is wearing me out so . . . without further ado, I give you my latest creation . . . ok. I really need to lay off the sugar. Anyway, pleas review, I'd really appreciate some feedback on this. Tell me if you like it, if I need to work on it (and what I need to work on!), anything! Well Enjoy! :D
Disclaimer:I do not, nor will I ever own Death Note or any of it's characters. The only thing I own is the OCs and I guess the plot.
Chapter One: Introduction
With a deep sigh, Ally's green eyes peered out the passenger's side window of her friend, Nichole's onyx mustang, watching as the scenery went by like a blur. It was late in the evening and the two were returning from their latest assignment, the assassination of a drug lord on the outskirts of Los Angeles. Nichole had family ties in one branch of the mafia which helped a little with their reputation.
Who they worked for depended on the highest bidder. Whoever paid more received their help, no questions asked. After raiding a compound or home and ending lives with a mere shot to the head the two girls gathered whatever held the most value, robbing their victims. The way they saw it, if the guys were dead what would be the use for it? So why not just take it off their hands?
The car made a sharp turn down another street, snapping Ally out of her daze as a building came into view. Her expression switched from boredom to excitement in mere seconds as she turned to Nichole.
"Nichole, can we please stop by GameStop? That new game came out and I really want it. Please, please, please?!" Ally begged, giving her friend the "puppy dog eyes" as she clasped her hands together for emphasis. Nichole rolled her hazel eyes, not really wanting to argue with the younger girl and gave in.
"Fine, but you better make this quick. You take too long and I'll take your obsession away for a month, understood?" Nichole inquired.
"Aye-aye, Captain, won't letcha down," Ally joked as she hopped out of the car and strolled into the store. At a first glance, Ally would appear as the usual blonde, California valley girl, but anyone who spent time with her would state otherwise. While always keeping up with the "cute styles", Ally had an obsession with electronics and cars and had a bad habit of taking things apart to challenge herself to make it even better. Luckily, she almost always knew what she was doing.(1)
As Ally made her way inside the store, Nichole took a deep sigh, cutting off the engine as she waited. She flipped her dark brown hair from before her intense hazel eyes, gazing at the time on her cell phone. Her nails clicked against the window becoming impatient. Nichole was the impulsive and easily angered one of the two. She found herself usually wearing dark clothing and almost always carried a gun. She even found herself sleeping with the thing close to her. She was fairly trained when it came to weapons; taking into account, her rough childhood and a lifetime of practice.
Ally hummed to herself as she walked towards the back, where she would most likely find what she was looking for. Her eyes brightened up as she saw the case. "Yay!" she cheered, grabbing it from the shelf and walking over to the check-out desk. She stood in the short line, her eyes staring at the game, eager to play it as soon as she arrived home. Her attention left the game when she heard a tiny ding and voices.
Her eyes shifted to the entrance seeing two guys about her age. One had red hair and green eyes. On his head was a pair of orange tinted goggles and he was dressed in a black and red striped, long-sleeved shirt with a sandy colored vest over it, skinny jeans with a chain hanging on his right side, black boots and gloves. The other guy was a blonde with blue eyes and dressed in what appeared to be leather. In his hand was a chocolate bar. He looked slightly agitated while the other appeared happy-go-lucky.
"Matt, hurry up and find that stupid game, so we can get out of this stupid store and go back to our stupid home and live our stupid damn lives," the blonde growled.
The red head, known as Matt, turned and grinned, "Well, Mello, you're sure in a wonderful mood." At that, the blonde grumbled and just ate his chocolate bar.
Ally watched as the two walked towards the back, her eyes on the red head. 'Ooh, he's cute,' she thought. He saw her looking at him and gave a slight smile. Seeing that she was caught, she quickly averted her gaze to the game in her hand. 'Oh my God, he caught me. I bet I'm blushing, aren't I? Dammit! Why must I lose composure at moments like this? He was cute though… no, bad Ally, take your mind off of random guys you see in a store…' she sighed and saw that she was next in line. She quickly paid for her game and calmly but quickly left the store, knowing Nichole would most likely be pissed off because it took more than five minutes. She sighed as she approached the car and got inside.
"Took you long enough, did you get what you wanted?" Nichole asked.
"Yep," Ally replied, beaming as she showed her the video game. Nichole laughed and shook her head.
"We need to work on this little obsession, girl," Nichole stated as she peeled out of the parking lot and back onto the main road.
A/N: Hmm, well that's chapter one . . . a bit dull, but oh well. So, yeah this whole seeing them in GameStop just kind of popped in my head while me and my cousin were at GameStop. I could have had them go to a convenient store and it wouldn't have mattered to the storyline considering they don't officially meet for another few chapters. Anyway, review and thanks for reading!
1- What I meant by her bad habit of taking things apart, think Winry of FMA, (although sometimes she annoys me to no end) she's always taking things apart or building something, usually new automail for Edward, but anyway, you get the picture.
-Reaper