I DO NOT OWN DEATH NOTE, OR EVANESCENCE.
I am re-writing my chapters, because apparently my dear Itami-sama is on the verge of Mary-Suism. •n•
Plus, I skipped a lot of important plot points, so I'm gonna fix that, too... I haven't completely finished the series, so... Yeah.
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The rock music blasting through her ear buds rang through her head as she walked, her upper face hidden and overshadowed by the black hoodie she wore. People stared. Apparently, she was singing aloud to her mind's whim.
Her jet black hair poked out from the hoodie as she walked, bearing in mind the world's hatred for people who stood out, like her. She was the only one in her school who refused to where the overly-short, tight uniforms for the girls, whether P.E. or normal.
The 19-and-a-half-year-old stood out from the crowd, and had unusual intellect; she was rather smart. She didn't flaunt it, however; she never bragged, she took her tests silently and got astounding grades. She glared through her thin-rimmed, black glasses at a group of whispering girls, who were most likely talking about her, when they started giggling.
She hated it.
She kept singing softly, unaware of the fact, as she walked past the girls—who had even requested to have their uniform skirts shortened, if that was possible.
She glared around, noting the crowd gathering around the tennis court.
Some guy that looked like a panda, and the guy she knew as Light Yagami, were playing tennis…rather well.
She stopped to watch them, like many others, digging her hands deep into her pockets; her light, caramel-colored eyes danced as they watched the fuzzy green projectile fly back and forth between the two students. She giggled, and a few of the popular girls glared at her again, before continuing to flirt with the random guys and just generally whoring themselves out.
She lost the smile that had so rarely graced her dark lips, and narrowed her eyes as she continued to watch the match. After it ended, she remembered that she was supposed to be heading home, and she walked mindlessly down the cobblestone path leading to the exit of the college campus. She heard the ominous, advancing giggling of more girls, but she just shoved past them when they tried to stop her.
"Aw, look, little emo is in a hurry. Going home to cut yourself, Itami?" The nasally voice of the head cheerleader called to Itami.
"Unlike you, I actually get through this school on knowledge instead of the seduction of my teachers, meinu." Itami stated coldly at the girl, who made an indignant noise.
"Oh, bow down to the almighty cussing emo!" She cried dramatically, earning a few odd glances at the argument.
"At least I deal with my problems instead of covering them with plastic surgery and makeup… Hana-chan..." Itami whispered, just loud enough for the cheerleader to hear her.
"Don't you dare say my name, Itami!" Hana shouted, her overly-styled hair flouncing as she pointed dramatically at the dark girl.
"I remember…when we were friends. Back then, we didn't care what people said to us…Remember that? I guess…little emo Itami was just too antisocial to be your friend. So you moved on, to being nothing but a common prep, and you know it's true! You never were my friend, you only faked it!" Itami continued, then stormed away before the dumbstruck Hana could respond.
When Itami reached her home, she sat on her bed after locking the door and pulled her hoodie sleeves up, looking at the small, white scars she'd gotten so long ago, from that accident.
I'm perfectly fine, she thought to herself, it was an accident.
She had tried to sneak out of her room from a terrace, climbing on the trellises of the rose bushes, and fell, ending up with train-track-like scars on her forearm and wrists. When people noticed this, they assumed the worst, and tormented her for it...
Her mind began wandering to her deceased sister, Kiiro. Kiiro knew the truth about her scars... As she wondered, she remembered her sister and how she passed; a fatal heart attack. As she thought about this, her mind wandered to the newest world threat: Kira.
This man—woman—god, whatever it was, may have taken her sister's life because of a small thrift-store robbery…was that the case? The possible murder, just classified as an 'accidental death' by the Tokyo police? Her hand clenched into a fist as her thoughts continued to turn to Kira. This man—or woman—was no god. There was only one that she believed in, and so far, her faith was diminishing as she thought about how He did nothing to save Kiiro, her beloved older sister that would have, if living, turned twenty-one on this very day of February 4th.
You don't know how you've betrayed me
Her mind rested on the Kira case. She sat up, thinking silently…maybe I could…join the investigation? No, that's out of the question…I'm sure the police wouldn't allow me to investigate such an important matter…they wouldn't trust me…and they'd find me pointless, because I'm female…sexist pigs… She thought the last two words bitterly. By now, she'd put on more music to help her concentrate.
She knew, as a fact, that Kira was no godlike being, just a mass murderer with unexplainable powers…that was a bit of a problem, wasn't it? Yes, quite a predicament…she had, for a short time, put her belief in Kira's hands. Something about the thought of a new, pure world…intrigued her. After thinking a few days about it, she realized that in fact, only one man is able to create life—and take it away. Kira was not that man.
With the closing, powerful lyrics of the song she was listening to, and the final decision that she would in fact go to join the task force whether they liked it or not, she fell asleep.
O.O.
I hope that I improved this chapter a little.
Enjoy it, please and thank ye…
Review and get a virtual peacock! :D
Inspired by: Everybody's Fool by Evanescence, and my weird mind.
