Title- Death Note: A Twist in Justice
Disclaimer- Hey people, I do not own Death Note, Don't Stop, or any other references that are made in this story. This epic tale was created merely for my own as well as any reader's personal enjoyment. However, I do hope to one day inform the creators of Death Note of this story's existence and hopefully talk to them about possibly making it a real tale. :)
Summary- Many years after the events of the original Death Note stories, one boy has been granted the chance of a lifetime, the ability to smite the people of earth in any way he sees fit. However, a boy trained by Near himself taking the role of L has caught wind of this boy and will stop at nothing to stop him. Read and be amazed as this epic tale unfolds.
Author's Note- Some of this story may not make sense because the L in this story talks about a Kira that he helped defeat. I one day plan on making a prequel for this story that explains that in further detail. Also, this book is supposed to have a sequel, saying that, I should warn you that this book has a huge cliffhanger. :)
WARNING- This book contains violence, murder, gore, and strong language. This story is not suitable for young readers or people with a strong religious viewpoint (no offence to anybody).
Please enjoy the story, and I beg you, comment please! :)
Prologue
In every human, in every soul, in every mind, there is a part of him or her that wants to change the world. A majority of people want this to be for the better, but there are some that want it for the worse. Then there are some yet that start out trying to make it better, but in reality are making worse. Those last people I mentioned are not necessarily evil, but are more so changed somehow to think in such a way. Usually the people like that start out doing good, but then something happens to change how they go about doing it. Something happens that changes them for the worse. Something happens . . . that alters who they are . . .
But then again, sometimes there are people that are just evil. Let your own judgment let you decide how this story ends. With the evil being evil, or the evil just being an altered lost soul.
The Thread That Bound Fate
The shinigami realm, a dark, nasty looking place. Giant bones grew from the ground like evil trees, and the ground appeared scorched. If you could imagine the Earth after a nuclear holocaust and all life extinguished except for the shriveled remains of plants, you would know how the shinigami realm looks. On this special day though, a twist in fate was about to occur . . .
Somewhere in the realm of the gods of death, a group of three shinigami sat talking about random topics. One appeared to be a skeleton in robes with red marks all over the bones, another looked like a giant slug with arms and legs, and the other looked like a tall, pale humanoid with clothes. The skeleton lifted up a hand.
"So there I was, surrounded by people, having just accidentally dropped my death note. I then quickly pick it up, write down all their names for fun, and watch them all collapse. It was freaking hilarious." The slug shook its head after hearing the story.
"Rouge, you're a complete imbecile. All you ever do is laugh at people, swing your scythe around, and pretend to see into the future." Rouge's eye sockets filled with a red gas and made it look like a red sun was in each of his sockets.
"Quiet Midra, you are the imbecile, and I can see into the future on the rare occasion."
"Yeah right."
"And you think I'm bad, all you ever do is follow Ryuk around like a yes-man and eat bananas."
"Why I out to..." The two began to bicker, so to save herself from the continuous fighting of Rouge and Midra, the third shinigami got up and left.
The third shinigami was a humanoid style goddess named Ito. At the moment, she was bored out of her mind, and wished there was more to do in the shinigami realm than gamble, tell stories, and kill people. She walked for about a half hour, until she heard cackling behind her.
"You are so bored, aren't you Ito?" She turned around, and sitting on the tip of a giant rip jetting from the ground, was another human shaped shinigami. He wore pitch-black clothes and silver jewelry. His grotesque skin was a dead blue color. Over his shoulders, he wore a brown garb that covered him like a small jacket. His yellow eyes looked as if they had no iris or pupil anymore. The god lifted his clawed hand up to his mouth and took a bite out of something he held. Ito laughed.
"Ryuk, you clown. Why do you eat those things, we don't need food. And to answer your question, yes, I am in fact bored." Ryuk shot a pair of dark wings from his back and flew off the rib. When he landed, he retracted his large wings. He walked over to Ito, still chewing his bright red apple.
"I cured my boredom. Do you want to know how?" She nodded in interest. "Good. Many years ago, I went to the gate to Earth, and dropped my second Death Note. A human found it, became what the humans called Kira, and then I finished him off when he got boring."
"I have heard you tell this story before to a group of people. That is old news." Ryuk smiled and finished off his apple in one bite.
"I know, a lot of shinigami already know my story, but it worked. Now, I have a tale to tell, and I get bored less often. Why don't you do the same? It might cure you, and who knows...maybe more." He then extended his wings again and flew away into the dark and dreary sky, laughing the whole time. She giggled and continued walking.
She continued walking, until she got to an area near the gate to Earth. She looked around. All she could see were the giant orbs that were the 'holes in the world,' a few random shinigami, and a few giant tornadoes in the distance. She then turned and looked at the long staircase that led to the gate. She thought a moment, and then laughed. "Fine Ryuk, you're on. If this does not cure my boredom, you're the one I will blame." She then walked down the staircase, and went to the big ball of light that many called the gate. She extended her large wings, and walked into the light, to see that inside was the planet Earth.
Heavy rain fell from the dark sky as she flew over a large city at night. As she flew, she could hear music. It was loud, yet she thought it was wonderful. She smiled as she saw the school in the distance with the lights still on. She smiled widely, for she knew someone tonight would pick up her notebook. Someone tonight, would never be the same again...
New York, a busy place filled with busy people. On this particular day however, one high school decided not to be busy, but to hold a dance in the gymnasium. On the back wall of the gym, a large stage was there for when they would hold plays, or for this particular moment, a band.
Students danced, and on stage the curtain was closed, but was not empty. Behind the curtain, a band was preparing to sing. The band consisted of students all on an assortment of electric instruments. As the band was getting ready, one of the members sat on a stool by the wall. His face was depressed and his heart was heavy. He was definitely in the mood to play an instrument. The boy wore a white shirt with two black stripes running up and down the arms and a pair of faded blue jeans. This fourteen-year-old boy was Matt Keehl. He was the youngest kid in his class, and part of the band called Gorgon's Bane. However, on this day, he was very depressed. He may be in the hottest band in school that everyone loved, but when he wasn't in the band, everyone hated him. Everyday bullies would constantly harass him and give him hell. Some days he just wanted to die.
He looked up a moment at his fellow band members, and then dropped his gaze once more and sighed. Oh God I hate my life. He thought to himself. I hate the bullies, I hate the homework, I hate the teachers, and I hate school. He continued to think of all the things he hated in his life, when suddenly a dark thought ran through his head. I wish I could just kill all the mean kids in school, and have no consequences. I wish all those bullies could just die! At that moment, a fellow band member ran up to him. Matt looked up at him. "What is it?"
"The rest of us had a vote on what song we should do and it was unanimous that we want to play 'Don't Stop.' You know very well that you're the only one with the voice to sing it." Matt looked at him oddly.
"Me? We've never sung that song outside of practice before. Plus it says Fuck twice? How is that even remotely appropriate for school?" The boy just smiled.
"Oh, come on Matt. We all know you can do it, plus you love the song. What do you say?" Matt looked down, and then smiled slyly.
"Sure, what the hell. Let me grab my goggles." The other boy then lightly punched Matt on the shoulder.
"That's the spirit. Let's give these students a real show."
In the gymnasium, students chatted and danced, until all of a sudden all the lights except the ones on the stage turned off. The curtain opened to show the band at their instruments and Matt standing at the front with a microphone, only now he was also wearing a blue vest jacket and a black pair of goggles with red lenses. Slowly the music began to play, the students watching in awe. It played slowly and calmly, but then out of nowhere, it began to get fast and the players began to use their instruments roughly. Then Matt began to sing.
"The road I walk is paved in gold
To glorify my platinum soul
I'll buy my way to talk to God
So he can live with what I'm not.
The selfish blood runs through my veins
I gave up everything for fame
I am the life that you adore
I feed the rich and fuck the poor.
I got, you want
It's just, don't stop
I got, you want
It's just, don't stop.
This is entertainment
Lives are entertainment
You are down on your knees
Begging me for more.
The road I walk is paved in gold
To glorify my platinum soul
I am the closest thing to God
So worship me and never stop.
The wretched blood runs through my veins
I gave up everything for fame
I am the life that you adore
Now feed the rich, fuck the poor.
I got, you want
It's just, don't stop
I got, you want
It's just, don't stop.
This is entertainment
Lives are entertainment
You are down on your knees
Begging me for more.
Dear future,
I bought you,
I own the rights
To let go
Destroy you
This is my life.
Dear future, I bought you
I own the rights,
To let go
Destroy you
This is my life....inside.....I've got, you want
This is, don't stop
I've got, you want
It just, don't stop.
This is entertainment
Lives are entertainment
You are down on your knees
Begging me for more.
(Begging me for more)
Begging me for more.
(I've got, you want
It's just, don't stop)"
As soon as the song finished, the students cheered and the curtains closed. And with that song, the dance was over. Behind the curtain, the band members began to pack up. Matt was taking off his goggles as the principle stormed onto the stage. "Do you students realize that that song was totally inappropriate?" Matt didn't say anything. Instead one of the other members walked over to the principle.
"Chill man, the students loved it. That's what it's all about isn't, what the students want?" The principle frowned.
"Next time censor it or warn us first. Got that?" They all nod. "Good night students." He then walked away.
The rain poured down hard as Matt walked home from the school. He had a light jacket on with the hood over his head. He walked for almost a half hour in the rain until he tripped. He fell face first into a puddle. He sneered as he stood up, just to have a car drive by and splash more water on him. "What the heck!" He yelled aloud. He turned around to see what he had tripped on, and looked at it in confusion. It was a black notebook that seemed to be perfectly dry regardless of all the rain falling on it. He walked over to it and picked it up. On its cover in silver letters were the words 'Death Note.' He looked at it oddly, and then carried it home so he could look at it.
Once at home, he took his shoes off and hung his wet jacket on the rack on the wall. On the wall, a clock read eight o'clock. His mother came to him smiling. "Hey sweetie, how was the dance?" Matt just looked at her blankly and shrugged.
"Whatever." He then went up to his room, his mom frowning. She looked over at her husband who was sitting on his chair.
"I worry about him sometimes."
"Don't worry about it honey, he will be fine." Matt's mom nodded and went back to the kitchen to wash dishes.
Matt went in his room and pulled out the notebook. He sat at his desk and opened it in front of him. On the page, facing him was a small list of rules:
How to Use:
1. The human whose name is written in this note shall die.
2. This note will not take effect unless the writer has the person's face in their mind when writing his/her name. Therefore, people sharing the same name will not be affected.
3. If the cause of death is written within 40 seconds of writing the person's name, it will happen.
4. If the cause of death is not specified, the person will simply die of a heart attack.
5. After writing the cause of death, details of the death should be written in the next 6 minutes and 40 seconds.
He laughed as he read this. Then a chill went down his spine as a female laugh came from behind him. "It appears you think this is a joke, or maybe you just find it funny." Matt looked at the wall in front of him in horror as a tall humanoid shadow loomed over him. Matt slowly turned around, and opened his mouth to scream, but the tall humanoid covered his mouth so he could not. "Do not worry human, I am here not to hurt you, but... to help you. With this book, you can do a lot to this world. I can guarantee that." Matt smiled slightly as he stared at her. The humanoid removed her hand from Matt's face.
"What are you?" She laughed deep in her throat.
"Me? I'm a shinigami, a goddess of death, if you will. I dropped this death note to Earth so I could teach some human about it, and its powers. Use it well. However, now that you own it, I have to stay with you at all times."
"Are there any consequences?"
"Only the ones of the soul, no more, no less." The shinigami's disfigured face leered at Matt.
"So, do you have a name?" She giggled deep in her throat.
"You can call me...Ito." She smiled at him. "This should certainly be interesting..."
