Hey there, Sokka's Fan-Lawyer here! While I'm not a huge Death Note Fan, I just couldn't help myself after I heard so much about L that I wanted to do something for it…but this is it. I'm only going to do this chapter, but if anyone else is interested in continuing it, feel free to let me know!
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing and never will
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Death Avatar/Avatar Note/What's in a Name?
Koh yawned as he laid back against the barren ground of the world of the death gods. At one time, the place had been full of excitement and goings on, but nowadays…. His dark eyes glanced over at the two gods rolling bones in some kind of gambling game. Nowadays, there was nothing going on, the rest of the gods content to just sit there and let death take care of what was supposed to be their job. He stood up and began to walk towards the portal that he knew led to the human world.
He was an odd death god in comparison to the others: pale white face, with entirely black eyes and hair that jutted in every direction, his leather outfit of pants and shirt that was stitched into his skin around the collar, all made him stand out among his peers, who were usually just made of bones. One of them noticed where he was going, "Hey, what you going to the human world for? To work?" he snickered at the thought of showing initiative. Koh just shook his head.
"No. I dropped my Death Note last week." This got the death god's attention.
"Yeah, that sucks man. Hopefully no one picked it up yet. You better get it back soon otherwise Old Man Yamma's gonna kick your ass." Koh just nodded in agreement and stepped into the Human World, spread his wings and went to find the Note, hoping someone had picked it up.
"It's time someone made things…less boring around here." He smirked to himself
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The Human World-
Aang Gyatso was bored. That wasn't to say that he wasn't doing anything of importance, since he was basically living the perfect live; grades that were the envy of every student he knew, he came from a wealthy family, was handsome, in perfect shape, sports were a breeze for him, he could have any girl that he wanted to (and some men)…and it was all boring.
Said genius was currently sighing, sitting in the last class of the school day, and a feeling of frustration began to set in. Why do I bother coming to this place? It isn't as if I didn't know all this already, he thought bitterly as he put supported his head with his right hand…when he noticed something out the window via the corner of his eye. The seventeen year old man looked out and noticed what looked to be a black notebook, lying just outside of the school courtyard. He could only stare at it from a distance as his feeling of frustration mysteriously began to transform into one of fascination and curiosity.
Fortunately, he didn't have to wait long to go check the book; the school bell rang just a few minutes later. He quickly scanned the chalkboard for any assignments and then rushed out to his locker, shoving his books into the dull blue backpack that he had had since he was a grade schooler, and then hurriedly left after saying a few short farewells to some of his classmates that he passed on his way.
With the pace that he was going at, he quickly left the school yard and found the notebook, his growing curiosity flaring as he bent down to pick it up. The notebook was completely black except for the words "Death Note" scrawled across the cover. "What the hell?" he said as he opened it, and reading the set of rules that were on the front page, scrawled out in the same handwriting as the words on the cover; his curiosity plunged. Aang could only kick himself; of course it would be a prank! …a not very funny one at that; but who would be sadistic enough to pull something like this? Azula? But she didn't even go to his school!
He could only mutter darkly to himself as he began to walk home…only to stop in his tracks, a chill growing at the base of his spine; he felt as though he were being watched. The teen quickly spun around, searching for the person…but he couldn't see anyone. Slightly shaken, he turned around and continued on his way back home…if at a slightly faster pace.
After a ten minute walk, Aang arrived. The Gyatso household was a normal house: two stories, with a large window in the front first floor, white in color, and some windows on the top floor. Immediately after he entered the door, his mother appeared while wearing an apron, from the kitchen. After a short greeting, he reached into his backpack and pulled out his exam results; this particular exam compared the scores of all the high schools (and some collages) in the country. As he stood up again, he got a look at himself in the mirror hanging on the wall. His grey eyes stood out prominently against his pale skin, his black hair covering the tops of his eyebrows and were neatly taken care of, his school uniform consisting of a suit jacket, khaki pants, a belt, dress shoes, and a suit shirt.
She let out a happy gasp as she looked at his score, "Aw, good job Aang! You're first in your class as well as the country!" When she looked back, he was already gone and was trumping up the stairs to his room. She just sighed and poked her head around the corner of the stairs, "Is there anything that you want as a reward?"
"No mom, I'm fine. I'm just going to be in my room for a bit, okay?" came the response. After which, Aang quickly slipped into his room and shut the door. With that accomplished, he turned on the lamp on his desk and turned his attention onto the notebook he had picked up earlier and opened it to the rules. After rereading them, he understood that, with the notebook, all he had to do was write down inside their name, picture their face in his mind, and write down how he wanted them to die…and they would; if he didn't write down cause of death, then they would die of a heart attack.
"What a load of crap." He said scornfully as he shut it and turned on the plasma screen TV set he had positioned on his desk. The screen flared to life and he was about to change the channel from the news when something stopped him. Aang looked intently at the screen as the news reporter said, "For those of you just tuning in, there is currently a hostage situation in the business building behind me, owned by Mr. Haru Smith, where one of the employees has gone berserk, taking hostage some of the other employees. All attempts at negotiation have failed and it has been reported that, thankfully, there aren't any deaths as of yet; however, the berserk employee is reported to be Mrs. Ju Dee," a photo of the culprit was shown. "We do not know how long the hostages are going to last and…." Aang began to block out the reporter and turned to the notebook.
"Well, even if it is a prank, there is no harm in experimentation…" he quietly said to himself as he pulled out a pen and wrote down Ju Dee's name with shaking fingers. That done, he turned back to the TV screen. After waiting expectantly for almost a minute, he scowled and was about to turn off the TV when, suddenly, people began to come out of the building. "What's this?" The reporter gasped. "It seems as though the hostages managed to escape, but how? You sir!" he ran up to one of the dazed looking hostages. "If you don't mind me asking, how did you manage to escape Ju Dee?" The hostage just shook his head, and finally answered in a deep voice, "We didn't. We were just sitting against the wall like she told us to when, suddenly, she just fell to the floor. After a few seconds, we crawled over to her; she was dead. It looked as though she had had a heart attack or something…"
With those words, Aang shut off the television and stared at the notebook, a plan beginning to form even through his shock. "No way…" he said, amazed….
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A week later-
Aang had just returned home from school when he saw him, waiting in his room. As soon as he opened the door, he noticed that there was a draft and, when he looked at the window, he saw that there was…a leather clad death god standing there. The death god glanced at the human who had gotten his Death Note and was surprised: the boy didn't seem afraid of him in the least! In fact, he looked almost confident. "I was expecting you." He began, breaking the silence.
"You were, eh?" The man nodded.
"Yes, I figured that a note book with the power of death would probably belong to a death god, and that they would probably come looking for it soon." He looked up at Koh. "So…what happens now?"
Koh was confused, "What do you mean?"
"Well I used the Death Note. So don't you take my soul or something?" Aang asked, surprised.
Koh chuckled, "Nope."
"Well…aren't you going to take the Death Note back?"
"Nope. I dropped it and you found it; it's yours till you die…or, if you don't want it, I can take it and, with it, your memories of it. Of course, because you have the Note, you're the only one who can see and hear me. Also," he leaned down to see eye to eye with the teenaged genius, his sharp teeth forming a smirk, "just remember that, in the end, I'll be the one who writes your name down. Remember that."
"That's perfect." Aang smirked as well. "Tell me death god, haven't you ever wondered what a utopia would be like?" Koh looked at him, not understanding where this was going. He shook his head. "Well, I have. It's a world where there's no crime, no rape, no theft, no murder…and I can bring it about with the Death Note. With its power, I can kill all the criminals in the world and force people to get along for fear of suffering a similar fate." He gestured to his computer and TV, "Using the Internet and News for resources, I can find them." He looked back at Koh. "I've spent the entire week looking at the world and its problems and finding people who cause those problems; I'm going to save this world!" Koh could only look on at the man whose fate he had just twisted…and smirked to himself.
I was right; humans are fun!
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Several Weeks Later-
The sound of crunching could be heard in the dark hotel room as a twenty or so man crouched in an office chair, eating a chocolate bar, was staring intently down at a chess board. He slowly and delicately moved each piece, his dark almost black blue eyes analyzing each movement. These eyes were covered by almost black brown hair that seemed both wild in direction but tame at the same time, his eyes resting above dark bags that suggested not enough sleep; his clothing consisted of simply a loose white, long-sleeved shirt with a pair of baggy blue jeans that rested above bare feet.
Suddenly, the phone next to him rang, and he, with the same delicate motion of handling the chess pieces, picked up the phone and dangled it next to his ear, knowing that, since only one man had his number, it must be important. "Piandio, what do you want?" The voice that responded spoke of age and experience.
"S, have you considered the case I passed onto you yesterday?"
"The one about the killings with no apparent cause and only seems to target known criminals?"
"Yes."
"Yeah, I have."
"And…?
The man, "S", sighed and said, "I think we're going to have to get the authorities involved." He could picture the old man nodding in agreement.
"Very well; I'll make the necessary arrangements." With that, he hung up, leaving S back to his chess game.
S went back to staring at the pieces with his analyzing gaze and slowly reached for another and moved it, trying to figure out who his opponent in the upcoming game would be. His heart slowly sped up in anticipation. It looks like this one might be interesting after all.
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And that's it. I'm done with this story, but anyone else who thinks they can do it, just contact me and I'll let you know if you have it! Once again, I'm not lazy (in some regards), but it's just that I don't know this series nearly well enough to do a parody of it using Avatar…so yeah. Thanks for reading!
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