Spawn Of Kira
Sixteen years ago I was forced to leave the human world in the wake of my spree of death and destruction. In the hope of returning I honed my shinigami skills and gained an extra Death Note which I have passed on to another.
Chapter 1; September 12, 2028
I watched the boy sleep in his room as I sit in the shinigami world, overlooking the human world. As he awakes I wait and hope that he picks up the one item in that room that would allow me to be a part of his life. He gets up and walks out of the room but returns a minute later and walks to the desk. He sits down and pulls out his laptop. As he reaches across the desk his wrist brushes the Death Note I lft there and I jump into action. I spread my wings and swoop down into the human world and enter the room.
I stand in the corner of the room and watch as he goes through the papers on his desk. When he picks up the Death Note he stares at it in confusion.
"I'm glad that you discovered it so fast." I say from behind him, making him wheel round in terror, almost falling over.
"Who's there?" he asks.
"I finally get to talk to you. I've waited sixteen years."
"Tell me who you are!"
I step out of the shadows and come within two feet of him.
"Hello son."
"What? Son?"
"Yes," I tell him. "I'm your dad."
"You're not my dad! My dad was a policeman, he died in the street before I was born." he says defiantly.
"No he didn't! It's time you learnt the truth."
I take a breath before telling him what really happened.
"I take it you've heard of the mass murderer Kira?"
"Yeah he…oh my god." he says. I could see the realisation dawn on him. "You're him. I knew I recognised that face. We learnt about you in class."
"Yes, I am Kira. Your mother, Misa, was my right hand man and my partner at the time and she was pregnant with you when I left this world for the shinigami realm."
His face floods with mixed emotions. Pain, fear, shock. Usually I enjoyed that look but this time it saddened me to my core.
"One question. What's a shinigami?" he asks.
"A shinigami is a god of death. Each one of us has a Death Note and a special set of rules that we are governed by. We live in a separate world but I was born only half shinigami so I grew up here. However, over the years my shinigami powers have grown and for all intents and purposes I am a fully-fledged god of death."
He holds up the Death Note and turns a few pages.
"So this is mine?"
"Yeah. It allows you to see me and hear me. In the past everybody could but since I am now your shinigami only you can. But I don't want you to make the same mistakes as I did so I want you to let me guide you. I set out with a noble purpose but I went too far."
"Ok so who do we kill first?" he asks with excitement.
"Patience. First I want to ask you if you want to make a deal with me."
"What deal?"
"I could give you the eyes of a shinigami. But for a price. I want half of your lifespan."
"Half?" he says looking worried.
"Yeah and I don't know how this thing works entirely. I was half shinigami so I wrote names in my Death Note and added to my lifespan but with you only being a quarter I have no idea if you have any of my powers. If you give me half of your remaining lifespan you may be getting rid of forty years that you can never regain. So, do you want to take it or not?"
He pauses for a while, trying to think of the pros and cons of each scenario.
"What do the eyes do?"
"With shinigami eyes you can see people's remaining lifespan and their names. You need the name if you want to write them in your Death Note."
"Hmm…I think I'll pass for now."
A part of me was relieved. I didn't want my own son to be throwing away his life for shinigami eyes like I chose to do. Luckily my deal didn't take half of my lifespan but I couldn't guarantee him that.
Sat on his bed I watch him go about his daily life just how I did in the shinigami world. It could be so lonely up there. The other gods weren't too sociable and I spent most of my time watching Misa and my son. The hole in our world overlooking the human realm became my spot, the place where I would spend the vast majority of my sixteen years sat, hoping that I would finally be able to go down there again. As I lay on his bed I suddenly get another craving.
"Hey M," I call. Misa named him but always calls him M. I guess it reminds her of me. "Do we have any apples?"
"I guess." he answers.
"Can I have some? Shinigami love apples."
I follow him downstairs and he picks up the apples. In the kitchen I see a shadow move and instantly know who it is. I walk to within a foot of Misa but she doesn't see me or register that I'm there. The woman that I fell in love with was unaware that I was next to her again.
"M, give your mum the Death Note."
"What?" he whispers.
"She'll know what it means. Give it to her."
He walks up to her and taps her on the shoulder. I stand in the room and watch as she turns round and sees what's in his hands. She puts her hand across her mouth and her eyes fill with tears as she reaches out to takes the Death Note and then looks around for me. I walk into the kitchen and without saying a word we embrace each other and stand in silence for at least a minute.
"You're back." she blubbers.
"And I'm here to stay this time."