Yes, I'm doing another Death Note Fanfic. My reason? I keep forgetting to write my other stories. Hopfully, this'll give me a few ideas so I can continue my other stories. Enjoy!
Death Note was not created by me. The character you're about to meet does belong to me.
"Sandra, you don't stand a chance with this," a female voice called, the sound of footsteps being heard as well. Two teenage females, anout sixteen each, were walking through a dark forest, the moon shining brightly, fully, though, it was orange. The Harvest Moon. Twisted limbs of trees were popping from the ground in every direction, leaves covering the ground. The figures of the two girls couldn't be described, since the cover of night and the darkness of the trees shaded them beyond recognition. All that could be seen was two figures moving, one carrying what appeared to be a book.
The second girl, Sandra, smirked lightly. "Ash, if you don't want to be anywhere near me when I use this spell, then you can still go back." What did Sandra mean by a spell? Well, Sandra and Ash (full name: Ashlee) weren't ordinary people. In fact, they weren't anywhere near where ordinary people lived. These two young girls were actually witches. They lived in a world unlike ours. What people believed were fairy tales lived in this world. Well, everything... Except regular, non gifted people. Well, that, and Shinigamis. But, that was a story for a different day.
"No, I want to be here with you. To save your sorry butt if you almost kill yourself," Ashlee complained, pushing Sandra lightly. Sandra laughed, in amusement, obviously, before the duo made it to a small opening, in which the twisted limbs seemed to circle, and claim as thier own. There were a few stones emerging from the ground, almost the ame height as a person, but not quite there yet. Sandra approached one of the stones, one that wasn't as tall as her, placing the book on it gently.
"Well, here I go. Wish me luck, Ash." Sandra opened the book, flipping the pages gently as she searched for a certain page. When it appeared she had found what she was looking for, she sighed, took a breath, and began chanting. Ashlee moved so she was closer, closing her eyes, trying to piece together Sandra's chanting. She did, however, look up abruptly, her head turning sharply to glance over her shoulder, behind her. 'Voices... CRAP!'
Turning back to her friend's chanting, Ashlee joined in, eyes closed, as she tried to focus. The voices drew closer. A bigger smirk crept onto Sandra's face as she turned and looked back.
"Sandra, Ashlee, what in the world do you both think you're doing," a single voice boomed, earning a howl from some nearby animals. Ashlee finished chanting a minute later, and turned to stare at the figure of a tall, strong-built man. Sandra's father, by the sound of it.
Suddenly, though, it didn't matter who it was. Both girls glanced at the ground, a dark portal underneath their feet, slowly, but surely, enveloping them. Sandra looked again at the man, a smug look on her face.
"I'd say we were gaining our freedom from you, father," she sneered, placing a hand on her hip. The man crossed his arms, glaring at the two females. "And where do you suppose you'll be escaping to?"
Now it was Ashlee, who answered with, "A place you'd never dare go to. We're going to live amongst the ordinary humans." Her voice was laced with a harsh tone, anger even. Pure anger.
Before the man could react, Sandra grabbed Ashlee's hand tightly, waving lightly at the man, before darkness consumed the both of them.
In the darkness, it felt like a strong force was trying to rip the girls away from each other. Ashlee let out a whimper, while Sandra gritted her teeth. "Ash, whatever you do, don't let go," she commanded, her hand tightening even more. Ashlee nodded, but it felt like her arm was going to be pulled from it's socket.
Then, a bright light shone. In front of them. Surrounding them now. The duo continued squeezing each other's hands, trying to keep their eyes open. However, the light became too bright to withstand, with an unknown force behind it, and the duo was knocked out, left unconcious,
In whatever new territory they were in...
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"...p..."
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"...ke up.... Hey, wake up!"
'Noise?,' thought Sandra, her eyes fluttering open slowly. An old looking man was standing over her.
Around her, the area was cold and wet. Why, though?
"It's not wise to sleep outside in the snow, unless you plan on freezing to death," the man stated, chuckling lightly. Snow... That explained the cold and wetness of the area. Sandra sat up, looking around, though her head was pounding. A street... A sidewalk.... Snow falling from the dark sky... They had made it.
Sandra's eyes widened now, realization hitting her. "Where's Ashlee," she demanded, whimpering afterwards. Damn, it hurt to move her mouth so much.
The old man looked next to where Sandra was. "Your friend, I believe? Well, that seems like her right next to you."
Sandra glanced at her side, and almost fainted again. A girl, about thirteen, was lying in the snow. She had blood red hair, and pale skin. Clothingwise, she was wearing a black and white long-sleeved shirt, silver jeans, and black flats. The same thing Ashlee was wearing before...
Sandra glanced at herself now, and felt her head become lighter. A black off shoulder shirt with a gray heart, almost like a spider web made heart, black and red skinny's with chains decorating them, and black sneakers. Her body seemed smaller, more frail and skinny. 'Just like I was three years ago...!'
Another realization hit her. The way they looked... Was the way they had been three years ago, at thirteen. The spelled worked. But, with an effect... They were three years late of their real age.
Another glance around made it apparent that she they had suitcases with them. When did that happen?...
"Well, it appears, for the time being, that you and your friend need a place to stay." The old man gestured to the now awakening Ashlee, who was just pushing herself off the ground. Sandra managed to pull herself to her feet, stumbling for a moment, then gaining her footing fully. Glancing at the man dully she replied, "Um, yeah..."
Her gave her a friendly smile, before walking to where the red-haired girl was, helping her to her feet. "Well, I think we have space for you two. Of course, as long as you're willing to do a few tests..."
"We're up for anything," Sandra muttered, grabbing the suitcases, watching the man carefully, to be sure he wouldn't do anything to Ashlee. No way would she allow him to hurt her. Ashlee didn't seem to notice anything strange, and accepted the help being given to her. "Lead the way, mister."
The old man chuckled. "Please, just call me Roger." He turned to face a rather large, church-like building, and began walking. "Right this way please. And, if you prove to pass these tests, then you'll have found a good home."
Sandra quickly paced after him, kicking her feet stronger to get the snow off her sneakers. As they entered the gate, she saw what appeared to be a playgroundish area, open space, trees. It felt like a giant school now. Meaning, there were kids around. A sign on the wall of the entrance said "Wammy's." Was that where they happened to be? Or was it just some random sign, with no signifigance whatsoever?
Sandra sighed. They weren't at home anymore. They were on their own. Her and Ashlee. Witches in a normal human world. Looking at the sky, Sandra couldn't help but see something that reminded her so much of home. There, hanging in the sky, all too familiar, was the moon, bright and full, and orange. 'The Harvest Moon...'
Home wasn't as far as she thought. If the moons were the same color, same shape even, at the same time. Or, was it just coincidence? Whatever it was, they weren't home.
This place was to be their new home...
Me: Okay, pretty crappy chapter, in my opinion. Heheh. ^_^"
Sandra: At least you tried something for once.
Me: Hey, shut up, I don't need to take this!
Sandra: You wanna fight?!
Me: THAT'S IT!!! *tackles Sandra, and fight begins*
Ashlee: Well, anyway, please review with any suggestions, or anything. Heheh. ^_^"