(Death) Notes: This story is intended to follow the anime as closely as possible in theory, to that end I hope I am faithful, and that you will enjoy! Also if you haven't finished the Anime - seriously - don't read this...
1/19/2014 Had to change some really stupid typos and continuity stuff. Glad it hasn't detracted too much. I'm still happy with the cover, hope you guys like it too. As for the story, I hope you love it. I like hearing thoughts! Happy reading.
Minoru, twenty-seven years, wraps his palm around the handle of his briefcase sliding it off the bed. His wife Michi straightens his tie, planting her warm lips just aside his. They share quiet laughs before Minoru leaves without a word.
On the way down the long stone steps of his home on a hill Minoru receives a text from his friend Kiyoshi: 'Kira killings increase. News Says. This is scary.' Minoru smirks, this guy's been trying to get him to rally around an "Anti-Kira club" for months now, he types a response 'Only scary to the bad people. I'll live my life peacefully and be content.' He snaps his phone shut, before shuttling to the airport.
The next two days are spectacularly uneventful. Meeting here, conference there, a few cups of coffee and half dozen squirts of dairy creamer. Lots of 'single serving' everything. On his way out of the airport back home he glances at his watch. Ten-fourty Michi should be playing guitar about now, 'Best to let her practice' he thinks, 'We're both going to need a drink when I get home.'
Making his way to a corner store, he picks out a cheap bottle of wine. No sense wasting the money. Taste is about taste not money anyway. Besides, it's about time to rush. He hands the bottle to the cashier, a Korean, who curiously examines it. "No sake?" he asks playfully.
Minoru, halfway disinterested, answers while sifting through his cash. "My wife and I don't drink it."
The cashier reaches over for the money Minoru has readied, joking "I thought this was Japan." but his tug yields nothing, he remains cavalier "You have to let go of-"
"Turn that on." Minoru signals to a mini TV on the counter behind the man's shoulder. His wife's face is on screen, big, smiling white teeth, from their wedding photos.
The cashier turns back, "It is on."
"UP!" Minoru says, practically crawling over the counter "Turn it up!"
The man does as much, and the narration continues "...victim was found violently stabbed to death in her home..."
Minoru's head grinds down "My wife... My wife is dead." The idea doesn't truly have the time to sink in.
"Police say their only suspect is this man, Minoru Akagawa, Michi's husband, the last person to see her alive."
"NO!" Minoru barks at the screen. Leaving the bottle on the counter, he heads for the door, a shock runs through him; clutching his heart, his money spills to the floor, "This is... impossible... This can't be -" Curling into a ball, clutching his entire body this time, Minoru says "I love..." but fails to finish his dying sentiment.
Somewhere, Light Yagami lifts his pen from a Death Note, places it neatly beside, takes a sip of soda, and resumes writing without a second thought.