A/N: Hey, you know how I said Loner wouldn't take long? I lied. Obviously. Now, I will write this underneath my desk in fear due to a chance of pissed off reviewers trying to kill me, and yes, this one has plot. (All told in Beyond Birthday's POV~) :3
Alone
She walked into her now quiet and dreary apartment. Z locked the door behind her, the first time in years, and unplugged all of R's computers she had left sitting there when she left.
The porcelain-skinned girl sat down. She was dead. Her best friend. The one who introduced her to sugar comas and giggled at the most random of times.
The air hung not of sweat and work as it did before, but sadness and hurt. Zero sat in her car for an hour until Matt asked if she wanted to come inside. Of course, the girl declined, and drove home.
The only other time I think she had felt this sad was when her parents died. And not even then had it been this rough. At least, she had people open with welcoming arms before. Matt and Mello, and possibly even Near or I if we found time for her, were there. Yet they all reminded Zero of Recent in some odd, twisted way. All of them. The people on the streets, lovers laughing, children playing...
It was dreadful. She thought about crashing the car, but did not. "The car shouldn't pay for my misfortune. After all, she had been good to me, not even breaking in car chases or explosions over the years. And, even when she did break, it was easy to fix..." She sighed and drove home, feeling acid creep it's way up her throat and tears burning into her ice blue eyes. Tears.
Tears. They made their way down Z's cheeks as she sat on her leather chair, sipping the bitter tea that eventually struggled it's way down her throat. Her body shook, a blanket of warmth swallowing her mind and body. It was a sickness worse than cancer, or tumors, or anything you could imagine. There is no remedy to it – you can't cut it out, or heal it with a magic cream or elixir. The only relief that can be obtained from this sorrow...this sickness... is what started it in the first place:
Death.
She considered it, if not only for a moment. It passed by her mind, as a car might pass in front of a person standing on the sidewalk. The sight of a knife, beautifully stained in her blood. The balcony outside, rivulets of crimson reflecting the moonlit night that would creep out between the pillars, eventually staining the sidewalk below. Wonderful. Magnificent, even. Or so she thought.
...But too many still needed her. The world was still ruled by the hand of Kira, false justice and illusions hypnotizing the innocent minds of the world. False justice, false religions...
False hope.
But god, it hurt so much. So, so much. The red walls of the apartment swirled around her, somehow egging on the tears and the pain. Memories flashed through Z's mind as she could only let go of something that was never hers in the first place. Her body shook once more, this time more violently, and nausea swirled in her twisted stomach – teasingly going up and down. Up and down.
"Up.
Down."
Zero was in a pathetic state. Both of her knuckles turned an eerie white that reminded her of her face, and the broken tea cup that stained the tan of the carpet turned to the troubled young adult's attention the halt of memories, the fading of Recent's face, and forgetting her over the eternity spent musing over a existence that was over. Never again. What would she be now without a friend to pull her of the hole – the grave – she had so readily built herself? No hands. All too busy pulling millions of others up, too busy to notice one lowly hand that still held on after she was out of cards.
She's stubborn, though. A person that had the lowest IQ could see that. She won't stop – didn't stop until she found the person that had murdered Recent.
Suddenly, tears turned into screams, and a flicker turned into a forest fire full of hate and anger. Rage driven power surged through her veins as she quickly slipped her coat on &disappeared out the door. A voice, amused and taunting -one only a demon could posses - played in the back of her mind.
"Let's make him pay. Avenge the one that was taken from you all too early; make him suffer worse than you. Make him feel the pain that grows in your heart. Ignore the pleading as he has done to her, and leave him begging for the end. "
Of course, as you'd guess, Kira – Light, wasn't the only one to become cursed with the Death note, certainly not the first. You see, there was one other that had (more impressively) used and set up everything so almost everyone could benefit. You see, later on that day, when Zero had investigated the corpse, she found "BB" on the arm of the victim. She had been shot in the face, yet upon closer inspection it was reveled the birthmark on her left foot was not there. A set-up. Recent could still be alive, however, the second "BB" was still a mystery. It dawned on her that Recent could be BB, but she shooed it away. R knew she would check the body. Z knew R long enough that she learned her techniques and this was nothing like what R would do. R was precise, and careful in these kind of things.
"Unless... she wants me to think that this wasn't her. Unless she wanted me to find the body and conclude she was still alive. Recent... where are you?"
Now at this point in the story, I feel I must remind you of the note Another had left me. This particular note had changed Recent's life, only because she was one of the few who had understood why I had to do what I did.
However; there was a 3rd player in the game, now. And this player hid behind the scenes while Recent battled her own thoughts and fears... my successor.
Before Bloodshed.
Before absolutely hated... detested Kira, for obvious reasons. But she would not kill civilians. Every person she killed was a criminal of some sort, with or without the Death Note she used. In every blank, she wrote "Suicide by hanging." She would walk to the place specified and put chemicals and poisons in their bodies to see how they would react. The redhead was the only exception.
She had tried a live victim, one who was selling drugs "under the table" so to speak for large profit. She spasmed and died almost instantly. Needless to say, (that being her first victim,) it was a disappointment, and Before had shot the girl over and over, aiming primarily for her face. This was the set-up for the plan she had in store, and everything had to be done with perfection. Before dug the bullets out of the corpse and made the wounds larger as to confuse the police. As I had done, she wiped the finger prints off of everything, including the gun and stored it in a place no one would ever find it.
Before sat in a plush chair in a underground house she had personally constructed, and turned on the lamp with a robotic movement, lighting a room with dirt walls, and a long elegant carpet in gold and red.
She spoke in a innocent voice that could barley be heard, frightened as if she where a little girl.
"I've... killed two people..."
A dark chuckle escaped the head dressed figure standing behind her, remembering the heart attack she had given the criminal on the street; Before standing only inches away. His hook gleamed in the candle light as he waltzed over to a furry black jacket and rubbed his face on it possessively.
'So soft...Anyway, don't worry much about it. It's natural for humans to be-" The shinigami stopped to stoke a hand through the fur as one might a small kitten; a look of awe in his face.
"Zellogi, please continue your sentence..."
"Oh...right. Anyway; It's natural for humans to have a negative reaction to killing. You'll get used to it eventually. You think these come in my size?"
Before rolled her eyes and plopped a blueberry in her mouth, and continued to write in her (normal) notebook.
A few seconds later, a ripping sound echoed through the dim room, followed by a gravel-scraped voice.
"Oops."
Before continued writing dates and times and places, not affected in the least that her favorite jacket was now ruined.
I DO NOT OWN DEATH NOTE, OR ZELLOGI (for that matter) OR ANY OF THE OTHER ASSOCIATED CHARACTERS , AND NEVER WILL.
But now that I've got that matter off my chest, I give you all permission to yell at me through PM. Just not the reviews. And another thing: Next chapter will be longer, and have a little more to do with Matt and Mello. It won't be a long wait this time, more like a week.
This is supposed to be a little darker than Wammy Days, due to not only the consequences, but the fact that my writing style has changed dramatically. Sorta.
So, please don't kill me.
~Z