Alright, this is my first death note fanfic. I will be using the real names of L and others in this fiction so if you don't want to know don't read. I ask that you all please tell me if improvements need to be made, please don't just say that the story is horrible and not tell me how to improve it. Enjoy. R&R
Thoughts of main character
Detention sucks. These words ran through her mind everyday at 4:20. At 4:21 she blinked, plum colored eyes losing site of the room for a moment only to open again and view the desks, two others seats have students in them, and a teacher, Mr. Takahashi, was busying himself at the front of the room with grading second year math exams, the rest of the room is empty. Normally it's just him and her in here and she can leave before the hour is up if she helps him grade the papers. It's a nice little set up, they thought it up after she was in here two weeks strait -the first two of freshman year. She's not a bad student, does all her homework, top of her class, she just refuses to wear the school uniform, and no uniform equals detention.
4:25 musing about not leaving early was boring her at 4:22. The clock ticked by so slowly, she didn't even have homework to do, it being done when she received it instead of taking notes from the next teacher.
4:26 the boys in the desks two rows away began whispering in hushed tones, oddly she recalled that they were in here because of the prank that happened earlier that day, if she heard correctly it had to do with painting a room red. The whispers became slightly louder and she was able to make out the word kira, the killer whom the whole world was scared of. He could kill without ever meeting the person.
No one really knew how he killed though. She did, she noticed when the shinigami first entered this world, and the second who followed five months later. The second one's name is Rem if she remembered correctly; they met once before, she was eight.
4:28 she stopped trying to entertain her mind with thoughts that had been there many times before. She slouched over, resting her head on the desk, dark blonde hair created a curtain around her face blocking out some of the light. She closed her eyes and took a nap.
She felt her shoulder move. It moved again and she felt pressure in the shape of a hand on her shoulder, it was gently trying to shake her awake, Must be Mr. Takahashi. Moving her head slightly the curtain of hair drew back enough for her to see the clock. 5:01, lifting her head all the way she saw that indeed it was Mr. Takahashi, his side bag filled with papers hung off his shoulder, his suit jacket over his arm, the left arm was moving back to his side from being out stretched.
"Was I snoring by any chance?" Speaking lazily, she added a fake yawn to make it seem as if she were drowsy after her nap, she did the act whenever someone was around her when she woke, in truth she rarely had troubles becoming fully aware after she slept. Mr. Takahashi, not sensing the falsehood, cracked a smile at the display, thin lips nearly disappearing in the action.
"Not a bit, Mikuru-Chan" when his mouth closed a slight smile stayed on the young man's lips and Mikuru let one rest on her face as well. He was the last teacher to stop calling her Ikeda-chan. It's her current surname, it belongs to her aunt and uncle, she despises her uncle, however Kokoro loves her husband. Her aunt looks so much like her mom too, it's hard to make her upset and not feel bad about it, so Takumi stays.
During her thoughts Mikuru had risen and walked alongside Mr. Takahashi. At 5:04 they had reached the main floor and her thoughts began to stray to his upcoming wedding which, if she remembered right, is scheduled for November 18th, about six months from now. They parted at the shoe lockers, presumably he went to his car. Mikuru changed her shoes, grabbed her bag and began walking to the café her and her friendsdinned at every Monday night at half past five.
5:29 The streets, crowded with people rushing about with errands, were difficult to navigate, however Mikuru weaved in and out of the mess eager to leave the cold air. After pushing past a few couples she made her way down an empty side street, there was a mere half a block left till she reached the café. Her pace quickened at the thought of the food. Vaguely, she heard a car turn down the street, but paying no mind she began to dart across.
Her back was sore, she noted, and there were no sounds, her vision was slightly blurry. However she made out two unknown figures, bent over her. I was hit… Sound exploded in her ears making them ring from the intensity and her vision began to clear. The two over her were male, the one on the left side of her was an older man, on the right he had dark hair, the older one was asking if she was fine.
Her vision finally came fully back. The older man looked to be about been around eighty, he was dressed in a suit, while the younger man appeared to be about thirty and dressed in regular clothing.
"I'm fine." Her voice was smooth and didn't crack, a good sign, maybe she would be.
"I will call an ambulance to retrieve you. You will need to be examined by a doctor." Once more it was the old man who spoke. He must have been the one driving, poor guy. The young man continued to openly stare at her. Weirdo
"I'll be fine," Glancing around she noticed her bag had everything spill out. "If you can I'd be grateful if you help me find everything though." They both stepped back as she stood up and began to retrieve all her school things, the old man began to help by collecting the numerous papers that littered the ground, the young one bent to pick something up as well, but afterwards he just stood hands in his pockets and stared, again.
"Miss, please allow myself to call you an ambulance." Yet again the older man is the one who spoke.
"Really, I'm fine, I don't need to see any doctors." She began searching for her watch, it probably flew off when she had been hit. She spotted it on the ground it seemed to still work, the hands were ticking nice and evenly, it read 5:31. I'm late.
The older man handed her the papers he had gathered and she began arranging them in her bag as well as put the pencils and the various other things she had gathered in. She sighed as she put her watch in as well. With the clasp broken she couldn't hook it to the belt loops her skirt had like before. The only thing that wasn't in its place was her phone. Well that solves the riddle of what he grabbed.
"Miss please let us call an ambulance. There could be severe damage that would only be noticeable by a licensed physician." The old man had spoken once more. This is getting annoying.
"Listen I'm fine now if you'd please-"
"Mikuru-chan, you're late!" It was Diana, she was born here on the American base where her father works, so Diana is an American, but she's been in Japan her whole life. Alongside Diana is Izumi their arms are linked, ivory against ebony, Diana leading the way so that Izumi wouldn't need to hit the ground with her stick to know where to step. My two best friends.
"Sorry, I was hit by their car and-"
"You were hit by their car! Where's the ambulance?" Diana turned ready to rear up and chew them out, but Izumi spoke before Diana had a chance to yell.
"Dia-chan," Izumi spoke quietly, voice like a soft bell. "Miku-chan had more to say. There is most likely a reason that there is not an ambulance."
"Fine," The word was forced and sounded gruff. It was also the closest Diana ever came to when admitting she was in the wrong. "Miku-chan, why isn't there an ambulance here?" Diana's words still sounded forced, but she said it.
"I don't need one. I'm fine. I would have been in sooner though, but my stuff scattered and needed to be picked up."
"How do ya know you're fine, huh! You could have a concussion or somethin'. They put ya up to it right? They probably didn't want to get their license taken away for hitting a person. Come on. Tell me what're you two's names? I'm waiting." Diana was glaring at the older man choosing him as the one in charge, while Izumi was just patiently waiting at her side.
"Dia-chan, please calm down, the driver offered to call for an ambulance, but I said no."
"Yes, she was quite insistent on Mr. Watari not calling an ambulance, quite the opposite of what you're implying." It was the younger man, he was still staring, but he had spoken at least. Mikuru had turned to face him as had Izumi when she heard the new voice.
"Who are you then?" Diana turned, aiming her glare so that both men received it. It didn't have any effect on either of them, not that she noticed.
"I am," He paused, thinking it seemed about his name. "Hideki Ryuuga. No relation to the singer though."I wonder why he'd lie. With her thoughts Mikuru let her face harden, as only one other person could see the expression. That person also being the one to steal her phone, constantly stare, lie, and probably own the car she'd been hit with, she didn't care. No, she didn't care a bit.
"It's very nice to meet you, Ryuuga-san." Her voice held all the needed emotions to fool her friends, anyone in earshot really, unless you saw her face, it held an expression of a cold simmering hatred just being born, an expression that made her eyes seem more pomegranate than plum. After a pause, as if she had just had the thought when really it had sat in the back of her mind since they came, she spoke, happy-go-lucky voice hitting the perfect key. "Dia-chan, Izumi-chan, why don't you head in and order my usual, I'll be right in, I just want to make sure that I have everything from my bag." Diana opened her mouth and was definitely ready to protest, however Izumi had begun to turn, so Diana reluctantly followed behind not wishing to abandon their blind friend.
When Mikuru's heard the bell ring as her friends opened the cafe's door she took several fast steps and reached the younger man before he had time to back away, and quietly so that only he would hear she spoke, hate filled in her voice, but in an undeniable tone that could only be considered as arrogance. "I expect my phone to be returned and when you do use your real name, not that I don't already know it. Goodbye, Mr. Whose-name-begins-with-an-L." She stepped away, smile on her face, and did a half jog across the street and into the café, the bell ringing as she entered. Once inside she glanced over the tables, spotting her friends at a table in the back she made her way over and sat down, grin on her face.
"What's with the happy face? You were hit by a car earlier you know." Diana had spoken, Izumi drummed her fingers on the table, a habit.
"Well, even though the clasp on my watch is broke it still works. I thought it had broken so I'm really glad now." The lie left her mouth easily, and out of habit when the watch was brought up she began to reach down and check it, halfway through the move it occurred that it was in her bag, and, after fumbling a moment, lifted the silver cover of the face of her clock up . 5:36, it ticked, but she kept quiet and watched it idly, musing about the expression on Lawliet's face. It wasn't surprised, it was horrified, marvelously horrified..... Three days at most before he returns it, then it's more fun and games... The waitress arrived with the meal at 5:41.
I hope you enjoy this, I had a lot of fun writing it. It was a lot of research though, there are 25 new bookmarks on research stuff for this chapter alone. When I started to post it I was still making corrections too, I had thought April 5th, 2004 was a Tuesday, but it turns out it's a Monday..... Anyway if you have any questions feel free to ask, I will answer them, unless they will be revealed later in the story.(I have everything planed, but the ending) If it is answered later on I will inform you though, I'd hate to leave you hanging....
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