She didn't want to see the faces of pity and sympathy. A dozen or so people crowded the casket, eyeing the body that was displayed while, in hushed whispers, they spoke of whether he really did it. A wry expression crossed Amaya's features as she abruptly got up from the pew and strode to the end of the aisle, grasping the door handle to leave to church. The heavy oak door needed her to press her weight against it in order to open, making her grimace as she struggled. A familiar pair of arms aided her, causing the door to finally make way. Her eyes met their identical green set, her mother's, and she gave her mother a small smile.
"Just be home at a reasonable time tonight, alright?" Her mother asked, expression maternal.
"Yeah. I will be, thanks," Amaya murmured, eyes moving themselves from her mother's face and onto the floor.
"Spencer wouldn't mind," she told her daughter, accurately guessing her daughter's thoughts," he would understand."
Amaya instantly looked at her mother, guilt clouding on her face. With a sigh, she nodded and quickly rushed out of the church with her mother worriedly watching her leave. As she left the church, her eyes locked themselves onto a new, shiny white tombstone that was almost hidden among the others in the cemetery that surrounded the steeple. Almost hidden it was, being given away by the empty hole where her brother would soon be placed. Amaya clenched her jaw and wrapped her shawl around her black attire, and ran out of the lot. With her chestnut hair whipping behind her, she headed towards her car that was parked just outside the lot, grasping one of her now late brother's possessions. The familiar hold of the novel made her heart sink, remembering her brother's final words to her just before he was put to death.
'For a murder he didn't commit', she thought begrudgingly, as she trudged away from the church and its cemetery to the local park that was nearby.
After a few moments, she perched herself atop a bench that was located under a willow tree. Amaya gazed up at the sky, noticing the ominous gray clouds that were brooding overhead. Finally, she looked down at the graphic novel placed on her lap, her thoughts returning once more to her brother's parting words.
'"Ah, now for the little sister," Spencer said with a sad smile from the other side of the glass to where Amaya was sitting beside their mother," Just to let you know, the ending of 'Death Note' was absolutely profound. So, hurry up and read the last one in the series, for God's sake."
Amaya's face crumpled, regardless of the fact that he was laughing. Spencer sighed and continued," Try not too be upset okay? You, me, and Mom all know that I didn't do it, so that should be enough. I'll be alright, this isn't the only world you know. There's another place out there, and I'm sure I'll be there and see you soon enough as well."
The two men stationed beside him looked at one another, then once to her strapped brother on the table. Spencer closed his eyes as the table was lowered to a flat position. Amaya's mother began to hyperventilate as she clasped her remaining child's hand. Amaya hiccupped a sob as she saw the chemicals in the back of the room begin to enter her elder brother's arm.
"See you soon enough," Spencer murmured for the last time," Love you two."
Amaya shook her head violently, whipping her thoughts from her mind. After a few hesitant moments, she finally opened the first page. Sometime later as her eyes scanned the pages, the words were becoming illegible. Her eyelids drooped as she leaned down against the bench as the light rain that was forecasted began to fall. Eventually, the soft constant patter of the rain lulled her into a restless sleep.
Someone tugged at her shawl, to which she responded to huddle closer into herself. After a few consistent motions to rouse her, this someone shook her roughly. Now fully alert, she sat up and bashed heads against the person who was attempting to awake her from her agitated slumber. Blinking a few times as she held her aching temple, Amaya eyed the young man who was eerily familiar.
"Are you alright?" the boy asked, his light brown eyes flickering from her face then back to her manga which was stationed beside her," You were unconscious and it was raining… I was concerned if you were hurt or something along those lines. It seems almost cruel to let a pretty girl to get ill from being in the rain."
Amaya flushed slightly, realizing how stupid it was of her to let herself fall asleep in a public place, let alone being in the rain. She gave the young man a polite smile and replied," I'm fine, really, I suppose I must have drowsed off. Thank you though for your concern.. er, I'm sorry, what's your name?"
"Turro Hasuro," he said, staring at her with a guarded but curious expression and returned his gaze obviously to the novel next to her. Amaya followed his gaze to her book, then froze to realize it wasn't the manga she had originally possessed.
"But, I have to ask," Turro remarked, stepping intimidatingly close to her," May I ask what that book is?"
"Er… I…" Amaya began, alarmed and stammering," I thought it was a manga only about an hour or so ago, honestly."
"Huh, a manga, it was then?" He scoffed, eyes suddenly cold. "What the hell are you playing at? Where did you get that?"
"Excuse me?" She said, getting to her feet and grasping the thin black note book," This was a gift from someone."
"I'm no idiot," He replied dangerously, a red glint lighting his previously warm brown irises.
"Oh is that so, Turro?" Amaya muttured, then paused with her mouth agape," Oh dear god.."
The young man continued staring at her, observing her sudden reaction. When she noticed him incline his head towards some invisible voice, and responded in a hushed manner 'Shut up!', she feared the realization that has crossed her mind was indeed true.
"You're name isn't Turro Hasuro, is it?" Amaya asked quietly, taking a few cautious steps away from who she feared was one of the most twisted fictional characters to be created come to life.
He stiffened and closed the space between the two. Her breath caught in her throat before she squeaked out," Yagami Light!"
"So, you have the shinigami eyes, do you?" Light hissed, some akin to fear intermingled with ferocity in his expression. After a few moments of mumbling to what Amaya could only assume was Ryuk, Light looked panicked. His face now was replaced with an angry curiosity as he roughly grasped her arm, making her stumble. "Wait, so you have no name nor life span? What are you?"
Amaya jerked her arm out of Light's grasp, and with the apparent Death Note in hand, ran for it. She only got a few meters before being tackled to the ground with air being squeezed out of her lungs. She struggled, trying to free herself desperately.
"Kira!" She yelped, trying to get someone's, anyone's, attention. "Help!"
Light brutally shoved his hand over her mouth, eyes glinting down at her dangerously before replying in a mocking tone," No one ever comes here at night, people are afraid that there are criminals and murderers about."
Amaya narrowed her eyes and bit Light's hand, making him roughly pull back before spitting out, "Seriously, who tackles a girl?"
"The ones who think that girl is Kira," Light replied with a dark grin before pressing hard on a point on her neck. Amaya struggled against his grip before her eyes finally rolled to the back of her head, her body relaxing. Then, the hold of the Death Note in her hands went limp.
"What are you going to do, Light?"Ryuk inquired with with devilish eyes," With this new girl, or better yet, threat?"
"I'm going to keep L busy for a while," he replied airlessly, then continuing after a brief pause," So you really can't see her name or life span?"
Ryuk shook his head, his grin wolfish," All I know is that things are going to get very.. interesting."
Hey there, this is, if it isn't obvious enough, is the rewrite of 'Lose Focus'. Once enough people realize the transition I'm making to rewrite the whole story onto another template on here, I'm going to delete the previously written 'Lose Focus'. I wanted to give Amaya more depth as well as increase the clarity of the plot. Regardless, if you have in fact read the original 'LF', you may notice that there is a slight change in her personality as well as a slight change in plot. I'm sorry for all the waiting and suffering I caused you to endure! Moving on, please let me know what you think of the rewrite! Hope you enjoyed!
-FigureIt