The first Death Note Story I thought to put up here, just made it today as soon as I came home from school, the first chapters are the beginnings of the main characters in this story, so if it seems un interesting, please be patient...thank you. Please Review with either advice on how to make it better, or how good it is already.
May contain spoilers for those who don't know full name's yet...
Plot: In another world, where there is no Kira, lives a few people living normal lives...these people end up finding eachother, and creating the world's greatest band of all...a band, that they called Death Note.
Rated M for drama, sex, rape, drugs, violence, and for yaoi pairings such as...
LightxL
MelloxNear
MattxMello
BeyondxMello
BeyondxNear
Including a few pairings such as...
MisaxLight
Ryuk(human)xMisa
Death Note: The Band
((Included with drama…))
Chapter One: L Lawliet
When L was five years old, he opened his eyes to the horrid smell of smoke.
He coughed and quickly rolled onto the floor, crawling his was to the door and trying his best to reach his short arms up to the knob. When he made it, it was too hot to touch and he had to lower his hand fast from the pain. L coughed again and crawled to his window, opening it and yelling out as loud as he could, though he was too weak to yell loud enough. He coughed, continuing to yell for help, before he ran right up to the door and with a swift motion kicked at it. It didn't budge, so he kicked again, and again, and after about many tries he successfully created a hole. L had to drop back to the floor to breathe the clean air, before he got back up and started to claw and pull to make the hole bigger, and with blistered and blood stained hands the 5 year old managed to crawl through the hole and he dropped to the ground again to breath. The flames were all around him now, and he yelled from the floor for his mother and father, with no response except the sound of the flames flicking about.
He soon heard the echo of alarms outside, and with a weak smile, he nodded to himself, believing his parents had called the emergency line and they would be safe. L was at the top floor though of their 5 story mansion…he would not get out alive…
L closed his eyes, and dreamed of the last days with his parents. The lessons he learned from his mother and father, though he wasn't treated as a son but more of a student, he loved them and cherished them anyway…
Then they were gone...
He opened his eyes from his dream, and he was standing outside of the gates of a large orphanage, the Wammy House. He squeezed the hand of his savior, Watari, and as the snow fell around them, L realized that he would be here for a very long time…
L entered the Wammy House...he lived, he pushed back emotion, he slept, he aged, he learned, he matured, he mastered, he taught…and then, he left, and he was famous.
Watari and himself soon left to travel, managing to visit every spot of the globe before deciding to join the police over in Japan, and with L's massive intellect and smarts, he was promoted. Promotion after promotion, and soon he became the famous, worldly know, Detective L…his true name forever to become a mystery…as everyone around him forgot who he was…and soon…he was solving the most difficult cases of the world.
The Wammy house would never forget they're favorite guy, though.
As L lived, he continued to solve case after case, Watari helping him right by his side, but L always wondered, deep in his mind, he always wondered if there was ever more out there than fighting crime like some secret super hero…wasn't there more?
Why was life so boring?