Damn, I sure do seem obsessed with this show, seeing as it's my, what?, 4th or so fan fiction for Death Note. I just have lots of ideas for it, I guess. Well, on another note, I wanted to introduce you to a series for once. It's not all about DN, in fact; only this book will be about that particular anime.
I've been trying to work this series out for a little while now. So, this is a Prequel, but it's based a certain ways into the books. 'There's a New Monster In Japan' is probably the 3rd or 4th book in. Sorry if this confuses you, Readers, but you gotta deal with my crazy imagination and shit.
!HOWEVER! As this book goes, I shall be dropping hints about the other places the main character has been, including a few subtle lines that will point out which animes are involved later on.
Anyways, onwards and enjoy~
Chief Yagami sighed, rubbing his tired eyes. He was walking home. L –or Ryuzaki- had kept the Task Force later than expected.
"I'll die from lack of sleep, Lord willing Kira doesn't kill me first."
He was passing another street lamp when he heard what sounded like a person in agony. There were soughs and groans with the occasional wet splattering noise. It could have been a drunker, but being an honorable man, he wanted to help instantly.
Looking into a darkened alley, he saw a girl just inside the shadows. She had either black or brown hair that spilled over hunched shoulders as she sat on her knees, head almost touching the grimy ground. Her clothes were stained and soaked through, and she grasped her left shoulder tightly. Her hands, too, were covered in a dark substance.
"Ma'am, are you alright?"
Without replying, the girl coughed again. Blood sprayed across the ground just beneath her bowed head, and mixed with the growing pool of her own crimson.
Soichiro's eyes widened in horror. He ran to the injured woman, pulling out his flip phone. Placing his free hand on her unhurt shoulder for support, he dialed 911.
"She.."
Hearing the soft yet hoarse voice, Mr. Yagami returned his attention to the girl.
"Shika.. Shikantso. . . . Leave.. Shikan..tso."
Before the man could respond, he heard someone answer the line.
"911, what's your emergency?"
"This is NPA Deputy Director Chief Yagami. I'm at 880 Southwest Main Street. There's a woman here in need of medical assistance. Her left shoulder is bleeding profusely, and she may have some internal damage as well."
"An ambulance is being dispatched to your location, sir. What is your relationship to the woman?"
"I met her just now."
"Okay. Is she still conscious?"
"I-I think so. She was trying to say something, but I can't understand her. She might be speaking another language. The only thing I can make out is 'monster.' She appears to be either American or European."
"Does she have any identification on her person?"
"Not that I can tell. She isn't wearing a purse or a jacket."
"Did you see who attacked her?"
"No, I didn't see anyon-"
Soichiro was interrupted, his phone falling out of his hand as he landed on his butt. A red handprint stained the front of his shirt. The operator began to call out over the phone, but was ignored.
The girl had shoved him away from her, face covered in sweat. She was panting heavily, obviously exhausted. A slight grimace cut across her features as she gripped her wound tighter.
"Go! Please, just leave," she shouted in Japanese. "I don't want.. to do it again.. Think of your family!"
He was shocked into silence. Even in her weakened state, the girl had managed to practically throw him completely out of the alleyway, while his phone sat underneath a dumpster.
"My family is WHY I'm helping you," he responded, standing himself up on his feet. "What would I hope for if someone found my daughter in your situation? Or my son?"
"No, go away! I can't..," she clenched her jaw in pain. "hold it back.. can't stop it.."
Soichiro began walking towards he, palms up to show he meant her no harm.
Closing her eyelids, the girl's body visibly trembled. It was as if she had hypothermia. Still, he advanced, taking slow, steady steps. He stood two or so feet away from her.
"P-please," she begged once more. "Just run.."
Silence. It grew so quiet that Mr. Yagami thought she had lost too much blood, and had passed out. She was completely motionless, so he took a half-step closer, concern deepening the lines on his features.
"Ma'am? What's wro-"
He let out a surprised yelp as pain shot up his leg. Looking down, he saw the girl's hand clutching his ankle, fingernails dug deep in his flesh with small rivets of blood that ran down his pants and mixed with her own. She lifted her head to meet his gaze.
His heart stopped, but not from a heart-attack.
He was looking into glowing red eyes. She smirked at his confusion and panic. Fangs protruded from her mouth, shining white in the darkness.
"Wh-what?!.."
Suddenly, her irises dimmed before turning into a chestnut brown. Terror that mirrored Soichiro's own washed over her expression. She struggled to pry her death grip off his leg, retracting her sharp claws.
They stared at one another, unsure of what to do and say. When the sirens and wails of an EMS could be heard, the girl quickly stood then flung herself in Mr. Yagami's direction. He froze, startled to see her hurling at him.
Before she plowed into him, however, she dashed left, missing by centimeters.
Since she ran faster than her physical limitations would have allowed, the ambulance arrived well after her departure, leaving a baffled Soichiro to explain what had just transpired to the paramedics.
L was NEVER going to believe him..
Woot woot! I'm pumped up for October! I get to go to Comic Con! This is gonna be the BEST birthday present yet! –but I don't really have good birthdays, so this is a first.
Whatevs. I still get to go. :P
