Chapter 1

Full summary: For Khol, it all started out as a simple family vacation to England over Thanksgiving break. His cousin is acting stranger than usual and our hero finds himself possessed by the most feared murderer of all time. Upon Khol's return to his hometown of Acton, Massachusetts, he finds himself caught up in the world of the paranormal. LxLight and OCxOC. Rated T for language and yaoi.

Hey guys, Tori here! If you're a returning fan of my work, welcome back and thanks so much for coming back! If it's your first time reading my work, thank you for checking it out.

So far, I have all the chapters of both this and the sequel done. As of now, I'm working on a mega crossover and an original work (that's not a poem) for Fictionpress. It's the same username: Tori-Color-Bastia.

This takes place ten years after the plot of Death Note and follows the manga storyline, but an opposite timeline where the Death Note murders ended in 2001. Characters ages vary depending on whether or not said character counts the years they've been dead. Example: Light died at 26, but sometimes people will say that he's 36.

So without further ado, I present Shattered, probably my favorite fanfiction I've written.

I stared blankly out the window of the bus, watching my hometown go by in splotches of green, grey, and blue. My vision was blurry because I had gone a while without blinking. The school day was boring and I was completely out of it. Two fingers slid into my vision and snapped against one another.

"Khol!" my friend attempted to snap me back into focus, calling my name and snapping in my face. For the record, my name is pronounced like "call," not any of this "coal" business, okay?

I blinked a few times, my vision swimming back to normal. My best friend, Kellan, sat beside me.

"Dude, your stop's coming up."

I nodded.

"You're not talking much are you?"

I shrugged. I didn't really feel like talking. What I needed was sleep, but if I fell asleep on Kellan, I'd never live it down. I swear, he's positively bent on proving that I am a homosexual.

"Stop's up!"

Kellan grabbed my backpack and flung me into the aisle. I landed on my hands and knees, starting to wonder why Kellan and I were friends in the first place. As I stepped off the bus, my foot hit a small grey rock. I started to kick it down the blue-grey road, heading home. The bus stop was only a little down the road from where I lived, but it was a good walk and backpack was heavy. I kicked the rock. I didn't have any homework, but Thanksgiving vacation started today. Finally, I caught sight of the cream-colored colonial that I lived in. I completely abandoned the pathway and walked down my lawn to the red door. I let myself in, being greeted by my mother, who greeted me with an envelope. I opened it up, taking out a slip of paper. I knew exactly what it was.

"Oh my God, we're going on vacation!" I asked, the plane ticket shaking in my exited palm.

My mom smiled. "Yup!"

"This is great! Where are we going?"

A ticket to anywhere was incredibly rare. After my father died, it was hard to get enough money for life's little luxuries.

"England, we'll be staying with Marta."

"What!"

The plane ticket fell out of my hands and drifted downwards onto the carpet.

Marta was my cousin. I hadn't seen her in a while. I guessed her to be about twenty-one now. She lived in a cottage in England after moving out of New York and was a professional weirdo. I was not keen on spending five days with her.

"We needed to stay with family to save money."

"I'll find something to do with my time."

I went up to my room and took out my laptop. It was the only thing I could think to do. I decided to do some research on Winchester, where Marta was living at the time. Apparently, Winchester was a cute little town nestled in the English country side. It was not only the old capital of England, there was an old cathedral that Marta lived near. I decided I had better check it out. It was pretty and I guess I could find something to do. Wasn't too far from London either...

I packed up my laptop in its carrying case and stowed it under the bed. I looked up at the ceiling, wondering what the Queen of Crazy had in store for us.

So, what do you think so far? I can't guarantee weekly updates (not after Cassandra. That was a nightmare to get up), but with much less homework (not counting Spanish. There's always a lot of Spanish) and only six weeks left of school, expect pretty frequent updates.

Feel free to check out my other stuff as the next update comes out.