Authoress Note: All right guys and girls; Life Script fans. I've got a surprise for you. I know many of you are probably freaking out as your reading this thinking: 'OH MY GOD! SEQUEL! I KNEW HATTER WOULDN'T LEAVE ME HANGING!'
Well...your part right. It's not a sequel; it's more like how the Life Script came to be. A prequel.
Now, I haven't totally perfected on how the Life Script was made entirely, so be patient. I'm still working with the idea. Now, as most of you know, the origins of the Life Script are very vague and nobody really knows where it came from or who made it. Well, this short prequel will offer some answers to your questions on 'Where the hell did this thing come from?' All right then guys. Enjoy. The Life Script: Origins.
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Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note. Death Note belongs to Tsugumi Ohba and Takashi Obata.
Disclaimer 2: The idea of the Life Script belongs to me. Please do not steal. Thank you. Any Original characters, such as Nemo and any others belong to me.
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"I win again!"
"I swear, this guy's nothing more than a cheater and a liar."
"Hey, hey. You guys are the ones that are always pointing out I suck at these games. So, you're lucky I'm putting your life spans to good use."
It was the same. Nothing seemed to change much in the shinigami realm. If there was one thing that she absolutely detested it was watching these disgusting spirits gamble their lives away and then take more just to continue their gambling. The female was not prone to any sort of games to play with them, nor was she one to use her Death Note either.
"Hey, Nemo." Someone called out, every once in a while. "What's shakin' baby?"
If anything, she was probably the only one of them that wasn't truly ugly. By any means, she was beautiful…if she could call herself that. The humans probably would. Nemo didn't often think much of herself except the fact that there were days when she liked herself and there were day she absolutely loathed what she was. Who knew shinigamis had self-esteem issues?
She was one of the 'lazy' shinigamis and probably one of the few females that lurked around doing hardly anything. Nobody paid her any mind really and she didn't really pay attention to anyone either. She just sat or laid around watching the human world below as their lives seemed to be wasting away to nothing or they were being killed by other shinigamis.
There was nothing anyone could do about it really. "Nemo!"
Her head lifted up, and soft golden eyes stared out at the gambling shinigamis giving her cat-calls and yelling out her name.
"Hm?"
"Why don't you quit laying around and play with us. I'm sure you've got the longest life span here without having to kill any humans."
She shrugged. "I'm not much in the mood." Her voice was soft and wispy. She turned to look back at her little portal into the human world. "I'm content where I am and what I'm doing."
"Is that all you do? Watch the humans below?" One of them scoffed. "That's boring stuff. Humans are boring too, why do you think we kill 'em?"
"What are you biding your time until a perfect human comes along for you to kill and take their life span?"
She shook her head, a set of bony cat ears perched atop her head twitched while she wagged a finger at them. "I do not meddle in mortal affairs. You will do will to not taunt me again. As I have said before, I am content where I am and in what I am doing."
"Why do you watch them anyways? It's like one of those…uh…t.v's right?"
Nemo lifted up a ragged gloved hand to run through locks of indigo-violet hair. "No. I watch because…they interest me. I find their ways stupid…but beautiful. I find, life beautiful in a sense."
"…Wow Nemo. When they said you were a freak, they meant it."
Her eyes glinted a bright orange and her soft mouth morphed into a jagged and angry set of fangs before she turned to snarl at them. "LEAVE ME IN PEACE OR I WILL TURN YOU TO PIECES!" The snarl sounded feline-like and her ears flattened against her head as she threatened them.
The gambling shinigamis drew back in surprise and, dare one say it, slight fear of her. After several more moments of gathering their wits and gear together they left her as she was and Nemo stood up to make sure they did as she had ordered.
They were gone. None could essentially ever get close to Nemo, since none had a place in her heart she could put them in. "I hate my kin." She whispered, staring down at the little human lives below.
Children played in streets.
Male and female humans fawned over their offspring.
People committed violent acts against each other…
"If there is such a good and merciful creator as some humans believe…why does he let these things happen?" She asked to none in particular.
The others did not understand any question she would ask aloud to herself. Nemo, despite her brief popularity from time to time, was mostly a loner and despised everyone else of her kinsmen.
Nemo was by far probably the least malformed shinigami and she often wondered why. "I fancy a stroll…perhaps if I mimic human actions, maybe someday I'll become one." Only in her dreams though. As Nemo began to walk off, her black stilettos made a 'clump clump' sound within the sandy terrain of the shinigami realm, followed behind by a violet skirt train that had blackened over the many ages.
"Oh thine little children who wander the earth," She stopped and began speaking to herself.
"Where do your little lives begin and why do they end?"
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Authoress Note: Sorry for the very brief introduction. I hope this prequel will provide some insight and I hope you enjoy the characters as much as I will. Thanks all for your support of the Life Script! Read and Review!