Warning;
The following may cause vomitting, suicidal thoughts, anger, hatred, seizure attacks, albinism, heart attacks, surprise buttsecks, loss of ability to spell properly, telekinesis, levitation during thoughts of sex, consistent thoughts of flowers and unicorns, ect.
The Author is not responsible for any of these cases.
Though she will apologize and send you a virtual get well card.
Disclaimer; I do not own Death Note. I do however own all my mary sues.
Credit; To the General Discussion on Gaia. For twisting my mind into such a way.
To my mom. For well, not getting that abortion. Luv ya mom.
To my dad. For planting the seed that is me.
To Chris Hanson. Because well he's responsible for everything in the universe. And well, I think he deserves a little love.
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It was a lovely day in Japan. The birds were a-singin' , the sun was shining, the breeze was just right.Of course no one in the Kira investigation team was out taking in any of this beautiful beauty. They were too busy being cramped in a small dark room trying to solve the case of the missing cookie.
I mean Kira.
Light was in the middle of another one of his dramatic thought sequences when a sudden knock came at the door. He glanced at the door. A sudden explosion of thoughts came rushing into his head like a woman's menstrual cycle. Who is it? He thought paranoid. Did they discover my identity as Kira? And hired a man in a clown suit to come by and tell me the news to soften the impact? Oh shit I think I need a pad. Light closed his eyes and silenced all these ridiculous thoughts before getting back to the documents he was looking over.
"Watari. Are we expecting anyone?" Ryuuzaki asked, taking a brief look at the door. "No sir." Watari replied. Ryuuzaki removed his thumb from his lip and leaped off the chair, sending it into a fit of rage. The chair tossed and flipped into a nearby computer. And since this is Death Note, it was very dramatic. The chair swirled in the air and peirced the monitor before penatrating the tower. Destroying the tower in it's course, that computer was severly thrashed. It would take an uber hax0r just fix such a disaster.
No one seemed to mind though. For they all were waiting. Watching. Everyone there was so fascinated with whatever was on the other side of the door that no one cared that their most valuable resource had just broken. No not the intarwebz you silly billy boats. The chair. Pssh, like the internet ever mattered. That chair was a one of a kind. Made in Switzerland then polished and painted in France. But anyway -
Ryuuzaki peered out of the small hole in the in the door then quickly pulled away and rubbed his eye.
"What is it Ryuuzaki?" Matsuda questioned. "An ominous glowing light," He responded.
"Well I see nothing out of the ordinary," Matsuda said. Ryuuzaki brought his thumb up to his mouth,"Yes I agree. Does anyone oppose to letting this strange ball of blinding light inside?" A series of mumbles came out. All agreeing that this was fine and that letting in an ominous glowing light seemed acceptable.
Ryuuzaki slowly reached for the knob. An eerie silence settled over the entire rom. The tension filled atmosphere would make anyone want to fall over and die. He turned the golden knob and slowly opened it.
Ryuuzaki cocked an eyebrow. A woman about 19 or 20 stood - no floated in front of him. "Greetings." She sang. Her long beautiful white hair sported a black hat with a white lily. The woman wore a long sleeved button up black shirt that was unbutton to show just enough cleavage. She had a black skirt that reached up to mid thigh, showing her long slender hairless legs. Her black boots reached up to her ankles. Her imaculate porclein skin seemed to glow. The mysterious woman's eyes were a beautiful shade of perpetual power puff purple passion.
They stood there for about 2 minutes before Ryuuzaki finally spoke up,"Can I help you.." He trailed off. What was this woman's name? As if reading his mind and answering his unspoken question, the woman said,"I am Katie Maritobishifujitariaki Suintayukichankawaiidesu. But...You may call me Kattiyuki-chan," Ryuuzaki stared in disbelief. Right behind this woman...was the biggest bag of chocolate he had ever seen. He quickly rushed passed Kattiyuki and inserted a dollar into the machine then happily proceeded back into the dark congested room.
"Excuse me." The woman huffed. In all the buzz Ryuuzaki seemed to lose his manners. "Ah. I apologize Miss..Katie - ?" His sentance was interrupted by a loud cry from Kattiyuki. "MY NAME IS NOT KATIE. IT IS JAPANESE,NYEH? KATTIYUKI. DESU GET IT RIGHT KAWAII-L-BAKA-KUN!" Ryuuzaki slowly turned his head. He didn't want to deal with this right now. "Light-kun. I think it's for you." He said nonchalantly. Honestly, just the mear presence of this girl was bringing his mood down.
Light slowly put down his papers and slowly walked up to the doorway. Another dramatic prognostication was forming in his mind. So. He HAS found out my identity. I bet there's Ashton Kutcher on the other side of that door about to give me a ridiculously giant check then somehow jump out of it and tell me I have just been Punk'd and I'm going to be exucuted for being Kira. Damn that L. Light reluctantly approached the door. He was confused. Where was Ashton Kutcher? "You don't look like Ashton Kutcher," He remarked aloud.
"Nani?" The girl giggled. "I'm not Ashton Kutcher-kun you silly baka." Light winced at the girl's upbeat and unbearable voice. Ryuuzaki lazily held out his hand towards Kattiyuki. "This is...Kattiyuki. From..." The girl smiled, "I was sent here from America. They asked me to help you two with the investigational," Ryuuzaki and Light looked at each other and repeated what the girl said as if to properly assimilate her idiotic way of speaking."Investigational? Don't you mean, Investigation?" Light corrected. She replied with a giggle. "America isn't affiliated with the Kira ordeal. In other words; They have nothing to do with it." Ryuuzaki said.
Kattiyuki blinked,"You silly Kawaii Neko Desu Chan! You guys need me more than I thought!" She pushed aside the two confused men and sat down in front of the tragically destroyed computer. Everyone watched in awe as she waved her hand over the broken machinery. It instantly flew back to together flawlessly.
Everyone stared at each other as if to say,"I'm hungry. GET ME A WHOPPER."
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Sooo how is it so far? Seriously I need some serious ego stroking so make the reviews good.
But don't be intimidated my my greatness. Tell me what can I improve.
And don't be an idiot. I was kidding. I would really like some advice please.
But ego stroking is all good.
