Becoming a Shinigami is a painful affair
A/N
Hey there fellas! This is my first Death Note fanfic, called Rebirth. I'm still debating whether to make it a proper fanfic, or just leave it as a oneshot.
Do tell me what ya think, Ok? Oh and you guys who have me on their Author Alert list...
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--Death Note: Rebirth--
--a Death Note story--
KonTheCrow
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Becoming a Shinigami is a painful affair.
The black fires that envelop your body, and burn your skin... they don't stop burning for a thousand Shinigami years. While I have never felt earth's fire on my skin, I am sure that it can't even compare to the hellish flame in this... Nothingness.
That is not all, after your skin has been reduced to naught but ashes, a thousand chains tie you to ice, where you are left for five hundred shinigami years.
During all of this, the only thing on your mind is that this is all your fault. It is the ultimate penalty one pays for his sins... sins agains God, sins against yourself and sins against the ones who loved you. You remember your friends, your enemies, your lovers, your family... all this in hope that it'll at least soothe the pain somehow.
It doesn't.
In fact, it only causes the suffering to worsen. After the ice and chains dissapear, thousand swords pierce your body, and drain you of all the blood you have. Your skin is torn off completely, and your soul is completely exposed. A new body is created for you, looking nothing like your former self.
The final step... Is the most memorable one.
Your face... it gets torn off, your skull being the only thing left. Your eyes are replaced by Shinigami ones.
And then... suddenly... your purification is completely. Your skin regrows, completely different. Your hair regrows as well, the complete opposite of your original body.
Then, you stand up, the pain gone, your feelings indifferent, your breath normal. A note drops infront of you.
It's black.
You touch it... You pick it up.
It is a very emotional experience, even for Shinigami.
Some laugh out in joy.
I cried.
I cried because of all the lives I've ruined because of a note just like the one I'm holding in my hand. I cried because my lover threw her own life away because of it. I cried because my father died because of it. I cried because my best friend... my arch enemy died because of it.
I cried because it was the reason I was what I became.
I cried because it was the cause of my own death.
I cried... because it now became my duty to use it.
And then, I walked away.
Away to Nothingness.
Away to the Shinigami World.
Becoming a Shinigami is a painful affair...
Isn't that right... Ryuuku?
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A/N
So... Pretty short huh? I might even call it a drabble. It's just something that came to me after watching Death Note Rewrite: The Visualizing God. While the idea isn't that original, I hope it's at least entertaining. As for the continuation of this, the idea isn't even mine, but I found it so awesome that it deserved it's own fic.
Basically it's a continuation of the original storyline. If I decide to continue this, you'll see it.