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It started with a notebook falling from the sky.
Of course it did. It always does. It has fallen in Giza, in Constantinople, in Tokyo, and when it does its used.
Whether out of curiosity or malice its always used.
This time it fell in Seattle, Washington on one of the few sunny days that the absence of rain has brought everyone, including the student body of North Seattle High School, outside in their free time.
Which meant that when it landed in the grass outside of the school it wasn't left to rot like it so easily could have been. Where, unobserved, it would become just another forgotten notebook that no one cared enough to pick up.
Only…
...Its descent was tracked by a pair of sharp eyes until it practically landed in the lap of one of the students.
His focus temporarily taken off of the cheerleading squad, of the cheerleader so… divorced from everything that she seemed to exist above it all. There should have been no way that he was the only one noticed, but no one, not even the kid that just slid him twenty bucks for doing some half-assed Algebra homework, even spared a glance.
When it hit the ground there was a half-second thought that maybe notebooks falling from the sky weren't something that he should be touching. Though that was quickly followed up by the thought that the safest person it would be with was him.
The leather was solid in his hands, cold in a way that leached the heat from his fingertips, and didn't seem to be part of someone's misplaced magic act. Just... a nice journal on the surface. He started to open it, but before he could even look at the cover (for the owner's name of course) it started to rain.
His hands were already ahead of his thoughts, shoving the notebook into his bag along with test papers and random bits of loose leaf as the skies opened up.
Like an anthill overturned movement happened in a flurry. Students and teachers alike rushed for the doors, for safety from the expected unexpected, and if anyone had lost a notebook any chance of identifying them suddenly turned into single percentages.
Which left a boy to fall behind the hurried masses, like a shepherd leading his flock, his pace slowed by his thoughts trying to work out this little mystery while his feet walked the route they had for so long.
Right into the middle of trouble.
With the sudden addition of voices, of violence, the boy wasn't looking up to notice the black wings carrying a figure up into the dark grey clouds.
This would be very… interesting indeed.
A/N: First, this is a re-upload of this fic as I was dealing with some editing that wasn't taking for me. Apparently FFNet hates Italics. I should have the next chapter up soon though as I am finally revisiting this after a year.
So this chapter was originally written roughly a year ago after a drunken night where I ended up watching Death Note on Netflix with my former roommates. They were stoned out of their minds, and I watched it with a fascination similar to watching a trainwreck. I wrote this at like 3:00a in spite, and put it up here before the buzz could wear off.
Then I forgot to follow through with it.
This is me trying to follow through with it. With a little less alcohol, and a lot more spite to be honest. Still at 3:00a since I just roll like that.
-BC
