A/N This is my first ever fan fiction so please don't be too harsh. I know this piece is riddled with grammatical errors and spelling mistakes but I hate reading my own work. Reviews would be appreciated. This story takes place 20 years after the death of Yagami Light. Oh, and it also contains spoilers, the death of Yagami Light in the end of the series being the spoiler. Sorry for ruining it for those who have yet to complete the series. Hope You enjoy this!
The glowing moon splayed its hungry fingers on the weather beaten town of Tokyo. Rolling thunder mingled with the normal hustle and bustle of life, slashing the night sky and startling the little children tucked deep in bed. The artificial lights lining the streets and seeping through windows did little to dispel the gloom and darkness that seemed to descend upon the city. The forsaken city of Tokyo.
"Its almost time" whispered Yagami Light, crouching on top of the clock tower. His figure was a dark silhouette against the angry sky, yelling its protests in torrents of stinging rain. Light ignored the rain poking his eyes and turned gleefully to his comrade, Misa.
"I will take what is mine" he said to the girl beside him, "I will take my long awaited revenge!" cried Light, his voice rang through the night sky. A few heads turned towards the clock tower. But they couldn't see him. After all, no human could. Misa, the exception, looked at the deformed figure beside her and felt a deep sense of pity for the demon. His once handsome face was now replaced by an ugly inhuman one. And thats exactly what he was. Inhuman.
A death note was once, long ago, dropped on the ground in a realm totally alternate to its origin. Picking up the cursed notebook meant instant ownership, and who else but Yagami Light could have been unfortunate enough to stumble across it. His Shinigami, Ryuuk, had once told him that the person who used the note book could go to neither heaven nor hell. He was right. The user of a death note, once dead, became a Shinigami. And thats what Light became after his humiliating and abrupt death, a shinigami.
The shinigami in question twisted his bright purple lips into a sneer as he glanced at the clocks face, ticking away the remaining minutes that the city and all its inhabitants had left. "10 min, Misa" Light said, his voice so low that his partner had to lean close just to hear the shinigami. A dread that Misa had been trying to suppress made its way through her heart again, causing it to flutter like a trapped bird in a cage. She wished she had never got involved in this, that the demon never approached her and requested her help. A request she could have never refused. She loved him, it was that simple. Even now, even in his distorted state, Misa could not help but feel the same passionate love that captivated her every being the first time she saw him, 20 years ago.
"Misa!" Light shouted, snapping Misa out of her thoughts, "where is it?"
The consequences of her actions, if she did what she was told, weighed down on her like a burden that refused to let go. The blond girls mind whirred all the possible devastations she would cause if she brought it out. It was doubtlessly apparent on the young girls face that she was starting to have second thoughts. Sensing her reluctance, Light sighed. "Women are such emotional beings" the shinigami thought to himself as he reached out a ghost like hand and wrapped it around Misa's waist, pulling her closer. Misa, clearly feeling the sudden contact, let out a gasp as she looked up to meet Lights eyes. 'His eyes...' thought Misa falling into his arms, 'his eyes are the same, the same beautiful brown'.
"Misa, where is it?" whispered Light, his voice wrapped with an intoxicating sugary tone that made Misa melt even further into the his arms, "where is the notebook?". Misa slipped a hand into her jacket and pulled out a black dairy like she was in a trance. The sight of it made Lights eyes glitter with anticipation, momentarily forgetting the girl that held his ticket to freedom. "Yes" purred Light, snatching the black note book out of a startled Misas hands. He held the note book like it was made out of gold and caressed the letters embossed on the front, black cover. A lightning strike could be heard from some distance away, the blinding light shattering the eerie darkness and reflecting off mirthless eyes . 'Death Note' the front cover read. "Kira is back!"
Well, this is it. Again, reviews would be appreciated. I know things are a bit unclear now but I will explain things in my later chapters.