/A-N: Well, my second fan fiction, but this one is based on the game, Mitadake High. Google it. If you go on BYOND, no doubt you know what I'm talking about. I think I'm getting better with fanfics. But for this one, I'm going all out. It's basically a Death Note/Higurashi no Naku Koro ni fan fiction. ((Higurashi no Naku Koro ni = When They Cry. It's a detective murder mystery thing, if I'm not mistaken.)) Well, here goes!
Chapter One
I sat in the classroom, Goosebumps on my arms and legs. I heard something I didn't want to hear- something I didn't believe was true. That there was a teacher in our school that just... Committed suicide. Now, from what I hear, it wasn't a plain old suicide, if it was, I'd be less worried. But from what I hear, it was linked to the Kira case.
To make it even worse, I'm stuck locked up in this place, our beloved school, Mitadake High. With the dead teacher, and one of these guys, one of us... Is that killer. Not much is known about Kira, except that one of our top students- Light Yagami- was suspected as Kira.
At that time, many, many rumors went around about how he killed people- well, Kira, that is; not Light. We knew Light wasn't a murderer, he was from our school. But... Maybe, he is, seeing how we're stuck in this situation now. Anyway, they say Kira needs names to kill. That was very fortunate, because in this school, was 16 students, I do believe, that didn't know each other.
Makes it harder for Kira to kill. How does he kill with names? Magic? Curses? Not sure, but I got up and walked across the room. I peered inside a desk and took out a piece of paper. I looked in the teacher's desk and nabbed a mechanical pencil, just incase I need to write notes... or a dying will, or something.
I walked out the door, well, was about to, until someone called me. "Hey, Silver Hair!" I turned around. I knew, of course it wasn't my name, but that's all we addressed each other by, that's all we knew each other by. Safer, I thought, but I walked up to him. "Hey, Black Hair." He leaned on to the desk, and had a knife in his left hand. "So, you hear about the 'suicide'?" He asked me. I heard a tint of sarcasm in his voice when he ran past the word suicide.
I spotted the knife in his hand, and I nearly froze. I spoke to him as I slowly backed away towards the door. "Y-yeah... It's pretty... s-scary... huh?.." I felt myself back into the door. Could've sworn I opened that. I thought. I felt around, then the cold surface of a doorknob was under my hand. Then, he noticed me. "Where are you going, Miss Silver?" I looked him in the eyes and broke out in a cold sweat. He had the most... Un-natural looking red eyes, it was intimidating.
"I'm sorry, it's just that..." I said, as I finally forced myself to stop shivering, which in effect, cut out that annoying stammering. "That knife is a little... well, it's making me uncomfortable." Then, he put his hand in his pocket and pulled out another one. Oh, now he's just trying to scare me. He tossed it in my direction. He's going to kill me! I tried to sprint behind the teachers desk, but in a failed attempt, I skidded half way across the classroom.
Luckily, I was away from the knife. "W-what was that for!" And, the stammering came back, but you can't really blame me. He just tried to kill me! He looked at me and groaned. What, upset his knife didn't nail me in the chest? Then, he laughed a bit. "Oh, you thought I was trying to hurt you?" He laughed again. It wasn't really one of those friendly, you-just-told-a-great-joke-laughs, it was more of an evil cackle. "I was tossing you a weapon." I looked up in relief, and wiped some sweat off my forehead with my sleeve.
I walked over to the knife, watching my back, to make sure he didn't spring up and try to stab me. I mean, why wouldn't he? I was the perfect target. A scared, alone, Freshman. He was at least a Junior, by the looks of it, around seventeen years of age. He walked up to me and held out his hand.
I didn't know what he intended to do, but I placed his over mine. He helped me up from the floor. "Oh, thank you." I said politely, then began to wipe the dirt off my skirt. "A beautiful young woman such as yourself shouldn't be on the floor." His attitude changed from evil killer, to... Such a sweet gentleman.
"How about..." he looked me in the eyes, but those scary red eyes, they were so much softer now, it made me feel- a bit more at peace, I could say. "You and I, Miss, we can go search for Kira together, and if you get nervous... I'll protect you." He smiled at me. I couldn't say no, it was so nice of him. Maybe I will get out of here alive. I looked at him. "Yes. Thank you, that'd be lovely." He then nodded, and escorted me out of the classroom.