Prologue:
It was a pleasure to continue the work of the rebellion, setting the last of the explosives at the station. With the station busy the evening rush people scurrying around, it was easy to go unnoticed. Still the blood was pounding in Light's head, filled with a near paranoia that he might get caught before he could make it out the station. He walked calmly avoiding the gaze of anyone, in a callous attempt to avoid any connection to those who'd die due to his actions, but sacrifices always had to be made for the greater good. He had made fair distance from the station, before it ignited in flames; he was close enough to feel the heat and the pressure of the explosion. To see the train station belonging to the loyalists, burning, and blackening like a hearth gave him glee, this action would re-inspire the rebels once again to fight and augment a fear in the loyalists. Light walked off, with the station spewing out black smoke and flames with civilians watching helplessly.
Light made it back to a neighborhood that strongly supported the rebellion. It was nightfall by the time he got there, the neighborhood was dead silent, it was unusual, and he had an uneasy feeling the last few nights, whenever he turned the corner to his house, as if someone had been waiting there, but when ever Light made the turn no one was there, there was no making sense of why he had felt that. As he had made the same turn with the same uneasy feeling, he was temporarily shocked to see someone standing there. It was a young man with milk-white skin; he stood there with a slouching posture. His eyes were calm yet seemed so restless, the dark circles under his eyes reinforced this feeling, it made Light feel uneasy. Light being used to acting calm in situations that would make even some of the toughest men breakdown, recovered from the shock in a fraction of a second. Light quickly walked past this strange anomaly of person, not wanting to slow his pace to analyze him further. When Light had stepped one pace past this strange figure, it spoke in a calm and calculated voice, "It is certainly quiet tonight". It baffled and frightened Light that he had simply overlooked this glaring abnormity in this war torn community, silence had always seemed to signal catastrophic change. For him to ignore such an omen could possibly cost him the war, it made Light feel so vulnerable and weak for a moment. This simple observation had stopped Light in his tracks, he quickly jerked his head towards this strange man, only to see the man's back facing him, he had felt the man's near contempt. Light spoke softly "That means the tides of war have changed". The odd man turned sluggishly turned towards Light, both of them mechanically analyzed each other seemingly not missing a single detail. Light wanted to know more about this strange man but, It hit Light this person could be an informant and it was vital for Light to maintain anonymity. Light said "Excuse me I must get home" breaking the peculiar and analytical silence.
AN:
This is a cooperation story meaning two people are working on this together. It's our first one and we hope you will enjoy it.
We will be taking turns writing each chapter unless for whatever reason we need to combine our works into one chapter and please remember we have different schedules so we will post when we can and the story will all be going on here.
Just-another-critic wrote this chapter/prologue and I MNLMFangirl will be writing the next chapter then Just-another-critic will do the next chapter and you get the picture. We will put who wrote the chapter at the end or in the AN if we put one unless we put at the top. Either way there will be a name of who wrote which chapter somewhere.
So we hope you enjoy and bear with us as updates probably won't happen as fast if it was just me writing. Thank you for your understanding.
MNLMFangirl and Just-another-critic.
