My first Death Note fic, please be gentle.
The small part of the poem below is part of The Road Not Taken, by Robert Frost. I read it last year, and I liked it. When I thought up this idea for a Death Note fic, I decided to use it. Hope it fits with the story. I also hope you understand the words to the short section I chose.
I do not own Death Note, The Road Not Taken, or Tokyo High School.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
The morning had started out as relatively normal. Alicia woke early at 5:45, and by time it was 6:15 she was prepared for a new day at school. Eating a small breakfast, she went out on her long expedition to make it to her high school. The small, dainty apartment that she called home was on the far south of Okinawa, and her school was in Tokyo. For some odd reason, the services that decided the school upon her was oblivious to where she lived, and appeared not to worry too much about it. She had not been tardy for school since she started attending Tokyo High School in Ota, one of the special 23 wards, in Tokyo. Getting up early and being at school on time had always been something important to Alicia since the first day she arrived.
Like any other days, school was as boring as ever. It began with a lecture from her teacher, and after that it just rolled on. She went to gym with her female peers and did what her teachers told her to do, and she finished all her necessary exams for the year, so she didn't need to stress so much about school. Being in the top five only strengthened her chances of doing quite well on her exams. Today was like any other day. A normal, relatively boring, uneventful day for Alicia Stone. That is what it appeared to be.
It wasn't.
In contrast to her calm, cool outlet-Alicia was crumbling on the inside. Discomfort and disturbing thoughts swelled inside of her, thoughts that were unable to disappear. It was only natural though, natural for her, to be this uncomfortable on a seemingly normal day.
October 31, 1997.
To any person, it was just a normal day. The final day of the month of October, and the night of Halloween. She could picture it right now, little children dressed as their favorite monsters and ghouls, knocking on their neighbor's doors to get some sweets. Alicia would have found it amusing, how younger children would play little games on guessing which type of character one another was. But she didn't, her thoughts were not occupied to the activities that would be followed later on that night. The bell rung, signaling that school was over, she along with her classmates scurried out of the building and on their ways home.
"Hey Alicia-chan," a girl about the same age as her called, "are you doing anything tonight"?
Alicia stared at the girl known as Namie with indifference, but force upon herself to smile. "Oh, sorry I have to do some extra work for class, but tell me all about it tomorrow okay"?
Namie smiled brightly, "I have to take my brother trick or treating tonight, have you ever been trick or treating before"?
"No, I've never been trick or treating, but it sounds fun, I'll think about going next year".
"That'll be great," Namie perked, "I gotta go, but I'll see you later, bye Alicia-chan"!
"Goodbye Namie-san," she waved.
She watched Namie run off with her flock of friends, and the fake smile soon disappeared from her face. She would have enjoyed to have a child around to go trick or treating with, it would be nice. Shaking her head in disapproval of such thoughts, Alicia turned the other way from the school. It would be a long time before she made it home, and she didn't feel up to being disturbed. She wasn't bothered by the stares she got by passing pedestrians. It was uncommon to see a girl like herself in Japan anyways, someone who wasn't Japanese.
Well, full Japanese.
Despite getting the google eyes by many people, Alicia continued to walk on. Her mind off in it's own world, it's own block. In her mind, thoughts were being unraveled and explored. Memories of her broken past and her mending present, they continued to pop in images in her brain. Some of them were even small movies, movies that depicted her past in small parts. To when she was living in the Bronx, to her mother, and to other things that were worthy enough to be thought over. It was only on this day that her usually collected mind would become scrambled and unsure of what to do. It was annoying.
"October," she said sincerely, "what a month".
It was nearly 6:45 when Alicia entered her small apartment that she called home. Removing her shoes and dropping her school bag, she went to the kitchen wall to stare at the Zodiac calender that was given to her at a local restaurant. Right on the last date of the month, the 31st, was circled in a bright red maker. Literally, on every calender she owned, every single calender-that same date, that exact date was colored in dark red. Repeatedly, over the years she had told herself the way to go on with her life was to forget, but she couldn't. No matter how hard she tried to do it, to forget, she just couldn't. She didn't know why she did it to herself, always remembering, but it couldn't be help. If she ever got a calender, any type of recognition of the date, suppressed memories would arise. There was nothing she could do about it.
"Milk," she yawned, "need milk".
Sitting down at the kitchen table, she drunk down at bottomless pit of milk. Yet, her eyes were still stuck on the calender that lied on the kitchen table. It was decorated with the astrological sign that represented it, Scorpio, the scorpion. She was a Virgo, the virgin. On the horoscopes, the two weren't compatible and they clashed with each other. It only made sense, a Scorpio having a highly seething attitude that contrasted with the Virgo's confined nature. But the person that consistently invaded her thoughts was not a seething person, or so she believed, it had been a while since she had seen that person.
Drinking the last drop of her milk, she put the gallon back in the refrigerator and let the glass soak in the sink's water. It was best off that he didn't know where she was, for the both of them. He was off doing his work, and she was here doing what she felt needed to be done. Whatever that was, it was best off that didn't know what the other was up to. Besides, he wouldn't be in the happiest mood to know what she had been doing any ways.
Not that she could blame him.
"What the hell," she cursed herself, "I'm being a little wimp about this, I'm better than this".
Leaving the calender where it was, Alicia went on to get ready for bed. A hot shower would be able to dissolve her troubling thoughts, it usually did. A shower, warm water splashing on her body, tingling sensations going down her spine. It was a lovely feeling all over, and her troubles were being washed away. She loved taking showers. Once it was all done, Alicia headed back to the den or living room, to watch a bit of television before she finally went to sleep. On the outside door of her apartment, she could already hear children asking for their candy and treats, she chuckled. Had they ever gone trick or treating, it would have been his lucky day.
Oh no, she was thinking about him.
Turning on the television, Alicia's eyes were opened to the Peanuts Gang. Lying on her couch in a more comfortable position, she enjoyed the American show ever since she was young. Being born in the States came with some advantages, and this was one of them. She watched the show in silence, the feeling of distress slowly going away as the show progressed. Before she knew it, Alicia had fallen into a peaceful sleep on the couch. It was such a peaceful sleep too, her body barely moving an inch in dream land.
It was about two in the morning when Alicia's cell started ringing. At first, she ignored the ring, figuring it was just her alarm clock. She regularly set it for three in the morning, so she could prepare her clothes, but her cell phone wasn't one of the pricey ones-it had many flaws in it. After hear the jingle to the ring, it wasn't her alarm, she grudgingly awoke to answer the call. Her cell was still in her book bag that she had left by the door, and she mumbled a few curses before getting up to her bag.
"Who could be calling at this time of night," she mumbled. The thought of how did anyone get her number, she barely uses the phone, easily slipped her mind due to her sleepy stature.
The first thing Alicia noticed when she took out her cell was that the number was unknown. Sleep was depriving her of her normal alertness, causing her not to feel the a bit suspicious of her cell phone. Sighing, she answered the phone, a small yawn leaving her mouth.
"Hello, do you know what time is it"? Her voice spitting out venomous attitude. To her chagrin, no one answered on the other line.
"Is this some kind of joke," her mind returning back to reality, "its not funny".
She wasn't sure if there was anyone on the line at all, but for one reason or another, Alicia was compelled to remain on the phone.
"I'm about to hang up, have a good day," she replied in a mock tone. Smirking inwardly, Alicia was about to hang up on the person, until an all too familiar force stopped her before she was able to act.
"Its good to hear you too".
Her world stopped. Her arm, hands were shaking uncontrollably as her eyes stared with unknown feelings at the phone. Her mind was racing, thoughts racing inside of her, everything being disordered and punctured. What could she do? What would she do? What should do? He knew, and there was little to none that he would just give up if she played dumb. The only possible action that she could do, the only logical thing that could be done in this case.
Sighing, Alicia brought the phone back to her ear. "Hello L, how has it been going"?
Had to bring him up. I stress at the length of my chapters a lot. Now, I don't want to. I'm sorry if the chapter is short, I'm sorry if most of the chapters are short, it can't be helped. Thanks for the reviews.