Okay, here's my first story. Hope you like it.
Pairing: My OC X L
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN DeathNote.
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Chapter One
New girl in town
The man walked down the lightly lit street. A satisfied smirk on his face. Satisfied of another kill. Tonight, he had killed a mother and her daughter. This man usually only attacked women. He was that kind of guy. Those real kinky kind of guys. One who didn't care about anyone but himself. He was a murderer. So far he had killed 60 people all together.
This man stopped walking as he spotted a girl standing at one of the streetlights. Now, his smile grew wider. Fresh Meat ran through his mind. But he had no idea what this girl could do.
"Heeeeey…" He strode over to her.
She laughed, and an evil smile played across her lips. The man was confused. Why was she laughing? The girl was holding a small black book. It was open and she was scribbling something down.
She looked up at the man. Her short, burgundy hair falling in her bright blue eyes that shone with anger.
"Time to die, Murderer."
The man looked at her, taken aback. She raised her eyebrow at him. He took a step towards her. It was okay, he liked the crazies. He grabbed her elbow and jerked her closer. Then he felt his heart start to beat faster. Almost too fast. He dropped her arm and reached for his chest. He dropped to his knees and inhaled deeply, trying to slow his heart. But he could not. He was having a heart attack. A heart attack cause by the black book in the girl's hand. The book known as the Death Note. And the girl, is the new Kira.
XXX"Arrrrgggh!" Ryuzaki yelled, running his hands through his tangled black hair. He could not take it. This was the 30th heart attack caused by Kira. And he, the genius, had no ideas, no leads, and no chocolate cake. He sighed and spun on his computer chair away from his laptop screen. He was beginning to become angry, and he didn't want to damage his laptop in any way.
Ryuzaki had skipped school today so that he could work more on the Kira case. He had told Light, his room-mate in their whole building belonging to the few of them working on the Kira case, to tell the teacher that he was sick and could not get out of bed. He knew that the others; Yagami, Matsuda, Ide, Aizawa, and Mogi, along with Misa (accused to be the second Kira) were all out. So it was just Ryuzaki and the empty room. At least until Light gets home.
Ryuzaki stood up and slumped over to the couch. He flopped down and pulled a pillow over his face. He growled in his throat. He felt disappointment creep up on him. How could the genius of Japan not figure out who the new Kira is? He threw the pillow away and sat up, pulling his knees to his chest. He thought threw all his notes again and again, but still got nothing. He leaned his head down and rested his forehead on hid knee.
Just then, he heard the door open. But instead of Light saying "Hi" to him, he heard two voices. One was Light, of course, but the other Ryuzaki did not recognize. The voice was shy and feminine. Light had brought a girl home. Again. But, she did not sound like the average girl who was out with Light. She sounded almost mature, well as mature as an almost-18-year-old can get.
"Ryuzaki!" Light called to him from the door.
"I'm in here." He said back, as he glanced towards the hall. Light entered, leading (Ryuzaki was right again) a girl, in with him.
"Ryuzaki, this is Hikari Kyoto. She's new at school."
Hikari nodded in his direction. Ryuzaki looked her up and down. She wore the strangest version of the school uniform he had ever seen. Her skirt was about three inches above the mandatory height. Her striped tights were cut off at knee length and she had on old, ratty, combat boots. Her blouse was tight and she wore a black long-sleeve under it. Her hair was short, burgundy, and spiky. Almost like Ryuzaki's. And her eyes were so blue that it was almost frightening. She was holding a few sketchbooks and a pencil case. Oh, she's an artist. Ryuzaki thought to himself.
Ryuzaki stood up and sauntered over. He held out his hand to her. She smiled and shook it. At her connection, Ryuzaki felt a shock surge through his whole body. Not a static electricity shock, but a shock of attraction. Ryuzaki had never been attracted to someone like this. A small smile played on his lips and Light eyed him. Since when does Ryuzaki smile? He thought. Especially towards a girl.
"Can I have my hand back?" Hikari asked sweetly.
"Uh. Oh sure!" Ryuzaki stumbled on his words, which never happened, and he let go of her hand. He felt his face and the tops of his ears go hot. He's blushing Light thought. Then he put all the pieces together. He has a crush on Hikari! As soon as Hikari leaves, Light would attack his friend with questions. But he had invited Hikari to stay for dinner on their way home, so he would have to wait 'till later.
"Okay," Light said, interrupting the 'eye-conversation' obviously going on between Ryuzaki and Hikari, " I'll go start dinner." And with that, he left the room and went to the kitchen.
Hikari walked over to the couch, sat down and put her drawing things on her lap. She didn't like to leave her sketchbooks unattended. She smiled at Ryuzaki as he sat down beside her. He smiled sheepishly, a blush creeping up on him again.