Death Note: Palingenesis
A/N: I do not own Death Note or any mentioned products. There will be crossovers in any way, with rare mentioning's of game names or characters.
Death Note and its songs are owned by Tsugumi Ohba and Takeshi Obata. I won nothing but OC Alan, Hannah, and Denzell.
Chapter 1: Begin where one left off…..
Kira, the name sent chills down any man's spine who called himself a criminal or terrorist. It was a name that emitted from Japan, and spread like the plague through the world. Most though, now saw it as an old myth, a man who took responsibility into his hands and killed those who opposed him and hurt innocents.
So far, Kira was a legend through time, slowly fading into nothingness now. Until now….
Rain, rain was one thing Alan Spade could say he hated right now. So, he'd been forced to stay inside school, forced to hear monologue of things he knew. Around his neck sat bulky dark blue headphones, off but still ready for when he'd leave.
So right now, he really hated today.
"C'mon, just let me talk to you, babe." Alan turned to see another, a jock with his group, trying to harass a girl. She had dark brown hair, wore glasses like he, and tried her best to keep quiet. She seemed scared of him, probably because he was harassing her. "How about you hang out with me? I promise you won't regret it."
"N-No, please leave me alone!" She stuttered, trying to hold her tears back. Alan glared at the jocks, how could they do this to someone, a girl at that? It was horrid, disgusting, and sickening. "P-Please, leave me alone!"
"Excuse me!" the teacher, Mr. Roland snapped, making the jocks and girl jump in fear. His gaze pierced through the lead jocks, making him back away. "If you'd please leave Hannah alone, I would like to finish up class!"
"Y-Yes, Mr. Roland!" They rushed back to their desks, and the girl Hannah seemed to breathe calmly now. Alan simply looked away, watching the rain pour down one more.
This really was a bad day….
God of Death world
While Alan looked towards the dark, he didn't realize another did the same. This character, though, was not human.
He was a Shinigami, or God of Death in English. "Man, I can safety say that this is boring." He stated, looking around the grey place he called 'home.' "I wonder what I should do. Maybe talk to Ryuk? No, he's probably not in the mood. Walk around? Yeah, like I haven't that…."
Standing up, he revealed his very bony, white colored body and messy hair. His oddly colored eyes glanced around the world he saw, watching his brothers and sisters gamble or talk quietly. Ever since the, what was it? Kira, yes the Kira incident, Shinigami were talking barely more than previously.
Even then, though, it was dying out like everything else they'd tried or done. "I wonder….." Denzell stated, tracing the lining of his Death Note. Or one of his, another given to him by a Shinigami who passed. "What if I pulled a Ryuk? I mean, it's still not against the rules to drop a Death Note into the human world, even after so long."
His back stretched out, creating bone-like wings. He quickly took to the skies, searching for the portal to the Human World.
Human World
Alan sighed one more, slowly smiling at the rain ceased. As it did though, he noticed something fell out of the sky. It wasn't rain, to large with a black color design. Small, probably a piece of metal. But, it couldn't be considering its small notebook like design.
The bell rang, snapping Alan out of his trance. He quickly stood up, taking up his Assassin's Creed Desmond jacket and Dead Space RIG backpack. As he did, his blue eyes noticed Hannah had rushed out, glaring at the snickering classmates. "What was that?" He murmured to himself, walking out the class. "It couldn't be a piece of metal, and not a person….. So, if not those then what?"
Entering the large courtyard, Alan looked towards a small tree by the far doors. Walking towards it, he saw the item was there, sitting on the calm grass.
"Death Note, huh?" He asked aloud, sitting on the concrete seat next to the tree. Opening it, he saw the first pages were opposite, black with white writings.
"The person whose name is written in this notebook shall die.
This note page will not take effects unless the user, momentarily owner of the notebook, has the person's face in his or her mind. Therefore, people sharing the same name shall not be effected."
Alan blinked, looking at the book in confusion. "What is this? Some joke or something?" He flipped through the empty pages, looking at its sleek form. He shrugged, before stopping in thought. "I wonder…. No, it's probably a dumb joke. That said, might as well take this book. I am in need of more paper for both class and designs."
Standing up, Alan made his way towards the bus lot, placing his headphones on.
"Within the spreading darkness, we exchanged vows of revolution.
A flower of evil sprouted because it was loved
Because I won't let anyone interfere with everything that will come about from now on"
A few minutes later, Alan's home
Alan opened the door into his house, hanging his backpack onto wall rack. "I'm home!" He called out to the silence, not bothering for an answer. "Not like anyone's here anyways…."
At the moment, Alan's parents worked internationally, so they worked out of state. At the moment, they were in Japan, a place Alan strongly disagreed ever since he looked up the Kira incident. He knew what it was, his parents knew, mostly everyone but his high school colleagues knew of Kira's legend.
Never the less, his parents went, waving Kira off as an 'old folklore used to scare kids nowadays.' Entering the living room, Alan flipped on the light switch and then the flatscreen.
"We are coming to you live from the station. Reports have come in from the battles in Verona, Italy. Whispers of firefights lead by a Jerome Yanverio." A T.V reported stated, showing an image of said person. "What's that? Oh, um…. We're getting a live feed from firefight leader Yanverio."
"Hello, people of Italy, people of the world. I am sir Yanverio, and I fight for the purpose of freedom for my people. Too long have we waited in the shadows, and now we seeks the power to make our own choices, not by governments or others!" He stated, glaring into the camera.
"Hm, I can't believe this. Another attack in Europe and barely any in Japan or here in America. How odd," Alan stated, before glancing to the book he'd placed on the living room counter. He looked back to the still talking gunner on the T.V, then back to the book. "Might as well try, just to see. I mean, it can't hurt anyone… Right?"
Taking out his ink marker from his backpack, Alan opened the 'Death Note', flipping to an empty page. "Let's see….. Jerome Yanverio…." He muttered, looking from the T.V at small points to make sure he wrote it correctly. He then added the date and time, 3:50 P.M. "Alright, I guess I wait….."
Placing his marker down, Alan leaned back on the couch. For a moment, he pondered at the Death Note, it couldn't possibly be real. If it was real, he could have possible condemned a man to death, but if it isn't, then he just wasted a line of paper for nothing. Either one had bad outcomes, well mostly the first one. "I knew it wasn't true-" Alan was suddenly cut off by Yanverio's next move.
Yanverio suddenly screamed out in pain, clutching his chest before he fell forward into the camera. Alan gasped in shock, jumping off the couch and towards the T.V. "What happened? How did, you mean….? I see." The screen flashed back to the reporter, who now had a shocked look on her face. "We have just got a report saying Jerome Yanverio had just died to a sudden heart attack."
Alan blinked, rubbing his eyes and ears to make sure he hear and saw correctly. His felt a cold chill flash down his spine, and his head snapped towards the open notebook. "H-How did? How is this possible?!" He exclaimed rushing back to the couch. He ran a hand through his brown hair, staring down at the notebook. "D-Did I... Did I do this?"
He blinked again, eyes wide at the book. "No, no I couldn't have! It's not possible!" he cried out in fear, horrified at the thought that he just killed a man. A living being, a human, who probably had a wife or child with him. "NO! Don't think like that, Alan! You did not kill him! But if I did….. I have to test it, in public- no, somewhere I'll be able to see! If this notebook is real, and has the power to kill a man…."