Futatsu no Tsuki
Prologue:
+whirlwinds of color blurring - sounds, sights - the ringing whistle of sirens - it all grew out from the darkness. He felt dizzy, hands gabbing at him, forcing some sort of plastic mask over his nose and mouth. The world blurred and something pricked his shoulder - then he couldn't feel anything, the sounds grew muffled and he closed his eyes. +
Sunlight leaped into view as a slim teen with yellow streaked black hair jostled awake, the warmly hued, soft blanket falling off his bare chest. The pale non-muscular body shined under the natural light from beyond the windows, his skin slicked with sweat. Thin fingers grabbed at the soft fabric covering his legs as reddish brown eyes glanced at the other side of the mattress. Empty. Relief tinged with bitterness left with the sigh on his lips, and he leaned back against the headboard.
"You seem a little on edge, could it be you had a nightmare?"
He tensed and blinked as he sucked in another breath. The pink plush of his lips quivered, the voice's owner approached but paused just before the bed.
"Could this nightmare be connected to those scars on your wrist?"
Sharp brown eyes stared into stone black ones, the teen's bristle bringing an amused glint to the coal orbs.
"After you awoke, you rubbed the scars unconsciously, a simple connection."
"What are you, a detective?"
That received a slight curve of the lips from the older male, who stood dressed at the side of the bed.
"I'm just observant is all. It is about time I got going. Last night was . . . enjoyable, but it'll remain one night."
"Yes." The teen turned his back to the other, reaching for his discarded clothing on the floor. "That means no names, no expectations. Aw well, I need to get to class anyway." He mumbled something else, but the older male had already left.
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2 Years Later:
"Taeku-san, how have you been? Did you think of me this pass week?" The teen spoke into his cellphone, lips curved into a smile. His yellow streaked hair now dyed a solid black, his eyes closed in his smile. "Just 3 more months until your parole . . . Eh?"
- "Yue, I won't . . . I . . . Argh, ah . . ." -
"Tae? What's wrong? What . . . . " Yue pressed the phone against his ear, pushing past the people scattered around his college campus. His heart raced as he struggled to make out the words his friend Tae said. "Tae? Tae!" He ignored those around him and hurried toward the campus entrance - he could take a bus and then a transfer close to the prison.
- "Ki . . . Ki . . . " -
"What? Tae?" Yue felt his knees weaken as he listened to his friend's halted words. 'It can't be . . .'
- "Ki . . . Kira . . . -
'No' "Tae! Hang in there, it can't . . . Are the guards around? Are they . . ."
- "Yue . . . gomen . . . " -
Yue fell to his knees, striking the pavement hard at the same time he heard a heavy thud on the phone. His vision swirled as he listened to the background voices at the prison, then the sharp clack of the phone being hung up.
The world suddenly stopped existing.
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Light placed down his pen as he read over the last name he'd written - Taeku Takashima, a convict whose next parole might have very well granted him freedom. The victim's family members of his previous crimes had adamantly protested against it, declaring that a druggie-murderer couldn't reform. Proven by him murdering again 4 years ago, 10 years after his previous release from prison.
"Because iffy evidence arose hinting at his innocence he was only charged with manslaughter, second degree. Sentenced to a minimum of 5 to 10 years in prison." Light smirked and shut the death note, placing it in his hiding place as he left it disappear from his thoughts.
"Ni-chan!" Sayu's voice called from the door along with her knock. "I need help with my homework!"