My Death Note Fanfiction, which takes place 15 years after the series ends. I don't wan't to get into too much detail but, this might give you some hints .com/wiki/Unnamed_Shinigami .
Please you know the characters don't belong to me they belong to their rightful owners.
Crimson Notebook-- Chapter 1- Welcome to the World
Life is boring; You wake up, go to school, come home, do homework, eat, shower, sleep, and repeat. It's like playing the same boring tape up to a certain point, the rewinding it, again, and again, and again. Nothing really matters, nothing really changes, and no one really wants to watch; or so I thought.
In this old film, which plays in black and white, shows my life, or replays it. No sound. No dialogue. Nothing. Just trapped in an old television, which is all dusty and scratched and has been abandoned and forgotten. Abandoned and forgotten, abandoned and forgotten.
Basically you just blend in with the background, fading away, like old paint, then chipping off, and causing people to get sore eyes. I didn't cause people to get sore eyes, and I didn't fade and peel. "Popular, smart, and athletic" they would say about me. It was always fun, joking, playing sports and captain of the tennis team, and going to town with them. It just seemed so normal, so boring, so bland, so eh.
Attention. It bugged me. Everyone would be near me or I would go with them, and so on. But, I never could be alone. But, being alone hurt too. I was always alone, always. Were did everyone go? Mom was always away being famous, and all. I was left here in a house that felt so empty. She loved me, I knew that she loved me more than anything, more than anything in this world. I was all she ever had left, all she ever would have left of him.
I was never told who he or him was, mom wouldn't tell me. When I asked she either refused of just said "not now honey" and her big aquamarine eyes would well up and drip down. I hated that, I hated it when she cried. What would I even say? There wasn't really much to be said. In this world it would be best just not to speak, to be calm, and just live, just get through each day.
There is always hope right? Light in the darkness I suppose, or darkness for the light as he would always say. He always had something to say, always, and that's when the tape would run over and you could see something new, something bright, something to watch.
We were alike in a lot of ways. Parents never being around, having attention and just finding a way to live in this place. This place we call the world. the world is full of war, crime, poverty, and the most horrible weapons of all. Us. Wedo this to each other. Sick people don't deserve to live, they all deserve to die. To be dragged to Hell were they will serve in the name of justice. It's easy to think that way, but how do you bring them to justice? Heck, the world won't ever be perfect, we aren't made that way.
That's what he would always say, no body's perfect. Truth is I don't think anything can be perfect. Who's to judge? He was always right, he was brilliant, the heir of the worlds most famous detective. He also hated that too, he hated a lot of things. Being called the "heir" and the fact that his parents were always gone. Always feeling abandoned and forgotten. In a sense he was just like me, we were "popular, smart and athletic" but, showed no one our loneliness. We looked into our broken mirror and took life as it is, as it was, what it will always be.
We shared the same mind, and we were always solving in-school drama and difficult situations. We were always together, even when were weren't. We were brilliant, together we had the strength of a coursing river, with all the strength of a great typhoon, with all the force of a blazing fire. Our past was as mysterious of the dark side of the moon.
The moon, that's me. Tsuki-kun or Amane-san they would call me. Moon, I knew it meant something, something of great value. but, that was a secret too. Locked away, and kept away. Just like me.