So, this idea came to me when I was trying to find a RPG forum. The idea had been stuck in my head after reading an amazing DN fanfic. It's called Into the World of Murder and Apples. I highly suggest you read it.
Anyways, just letting you know, it may start off a little confusing, but think of it like a giant game of chess between the Task Force, L, and Light on one side, and 10 students on the other.
Oh, and FYI: Kitkat is ALWAYS planning, so watch out for that. Pay extra attention to the way all the characters act and how they think. Otherwise, you might miss some really important info.
This is really detailed and thought through, but if you have any suggestions on how to make it more interesting, insert your ideas via PMs, comments, and the like.
Now, without further delay, I give you DetectiveAcademy!
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The girl known as Kitkat Kate Draco is dead.
How is that true when I'm alive and talking to you? Well, it's a complicated story. I can't tell you QUITE yet, or it may very well be the last thing I ever do.
But here's what you can know: Kira is INSIDE. MY. HIGH. SCHOOL. Enough said, right?
Haha, not even close.
There are other important things as well. The famous detective L is here too, along with Task Force members, a Shinigami or two, and a few hundred angst-filled teenagers that make up the student body. And, the worst fact? Guess who the two headmasters are.
L and Kira themselves.
How did I come by this information? Funny story, actually…
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Kitkat's POV:
"OHMYKIRAOHMYKIRAOHMYKIRAOH. MY. KIRRAAAAAA!"
My hyperactive twin ran around me, screeching at the top of her overworked lungs, shoulder-length, chocolate hair streaming like confetti behind her. She wore a light-pink, pressed, button-up work shirt, black slacks with pink stripes, a pink heart earring in her left ear, black formal shoes, and light-pink socks.
"This is so cool! I'm jelious of you, KK," Katie gushed, grabbing and shaking me until I saw stars.
"Yeah," I drawled unenthusiastically, rolling my eyes. "Who doesn't want to be shipped off to some boarding school in the Kanto?"
"You are SUPER lucky! I've been begging to come here since it was announced that this school would be opened two months ago. Then Mom and Dad decided to send YOU here last month…"
She huffed at the unfairness. She made an arm gesture to the open iron gates and the dirt path leading up to the squat Office Building of Kira Academy for Youths. It was a swanky, top-dollar, rich, up-ity boarding school for high schoolers with two visible basketball and tennis courts each, manicured lawns, a garden, and eleven bigger buildings strategically placed on the cut-off the unknown number of acres. Trees speckled the front half every so often, but thickened into a small wooded area towards the back. She could smell fresh strawberries from her spot.
Greeting the students that were pouring in by the buckets were two guys. One, the younger, had brown hair a shade darker than caramel in formal cloths. He was possibly only older than herself by a year or two at most. The other was slightly older, slouched down with black, shaggy hair and eyes with bags just as dark. His cloths were the exact opposite of the teen's own; a white, long-sleeved shirt a size or so too big, just as baggy blue jeans, and beat-up sneakers.
I glanced down at my own attire: a black open trench coat that was tattered at the bottom, a black undershirt, dark blue pants with a few rips in them, black fingerless gloves, blue sneakers, a skull earring in my right ear, and dyed red hair that looks natural on me.
Looking back at the slouched slacker, I determined he didn't want to be here just as much as I did. Throwing a look at the groomed pedigree, I detected subtle waves of annoyance that his smile tried to hide. Nothing major, it felt inconvenienced, though.
Locking gazes for no more than a second before he looked away, a chill was sent up my spine as my skin was covered in goosebumps, hair on the back of my neck rising. I had a bad feeling about this guy.
What's so wrong with it, you ask? I've learned to trust myself on such matters, especially after my brother…
Never mind. It's only been a few months since then, and I'm just not ready to discuss that yet.
My mother approached the men, smiling. They began to talk in length. From my distance –which I planned to keep- I couldn't hear what was being discussed, or more accurately, who. That was fine by me.
My father did his best to sedate my still-screaming sister. Ignoring his pleas, Katie took hold of me and dragged me over to where our mom was. Jumping up and down besides our talking parent, she bit her bottom lip to keep from interrupting.
Our mom turned and saw us.
"Oh, girls! Just the two sixteen-year-olds I mentioned."
She laid a soothing hand on my twin's shoulder, instantly issuing a wave of calmness into her, making her stand still in a relaxed state I don't see much of anymore.
"This is Katie. She won't be attending here, I'm afraid."
Her eyes sparkled briefly with amusement. 'Why,' I wondered to myself. 'Oh well. Probably nothing.'
"This is her twin sister and only older by two and a half minutes, Kitkat. She will be the one enrolled into your beautiful academy. If she gives you any problems, any trouble at all, feel free to phone either her father or myself."
She gave me a pointed look. It was the Mom Glare, as I called it. It screamed, 'Don't mess this up. You're on thin ice, Missy!'
Katie and I both bowed at the same time. Her's was sincere while mine remained as mocking as I could manage.
"Please to meet you," we said with different tones.
The brunette gave us a closed-eyed smile, obviously wishing the day would end already. The ravenette bit his thumb rather childishly in my opinion.
"Welp, it was rather nice to meet both headmasters," my mother intoned, suggesting they were about to take their leave.
FINALLY!
"You did get the memo about no electronics, correct, Mrs. Draco?"
She nodded at the younger of the two teachers, also shoving a still-jabbering Katie into the car's back seat. Closing the door, she opened her own, replying.
"Of course. Have a wonderful day!"
I was left standing there, watching as my family car drove off, leaving me at this cursed academy that openly supported a murderer. Sighing, I counted off in my head all the things I'd have to do to set everything into motion. I had quite the list worked out already.