Title: Death Note Cell. (Yeah…I know, it sucks. But I promise I'll change it later. Maybe I can get some feedback from my loyal fans? -Not that I have any, anyway-. D:)
Rating (of d00m!): Sorry guys, it's gonna have to be Mature this time. There's a lot of violence in this one, and references to…adult…things. ANYWAY. MOVING ON. Lol :D?
Authors Note: Hello everybody! I'm back, after three days of not being on my computer. (Just FYI, I was busy writing this story. ) WOW. SUCH A LONG-ASS VACATION OMFG. Okay, I'm done. But anyway, remember that story "Glitches"? (Yeah… I'm ashamed… -crawls in a corner and dies-) Okay, so I decided to rewrite it. Because it sucked. And…come on. Nobody here that has read it can't say: "No, come on Eru-dess, it doesn't suck…you're underestimating your talents…" Well, you know what? F U!! Exactly. Because it sucked worse than…well, worse than… oh God I don't know what it was worse than. But it was bad. But anyway, I'm rewriting it and happy with it, actually. I have almost fifty handwritten pages so far. (But that's cause my big-ass handwriting takes up the whole damn page in like, two sentences.) But…it's still cool. Well, at least I think it is. Review and tell me what you think of the improvements. Oh, and you know that rule about you're never supposed to start a sentence with the word "and"? Well, I have one thing to say: FUCK IT. IN FRONT OF A MIRROR. :D
Summary: I can't lie when I say I would be perfectly fine if it had never happened. But I also can't lie when I say that I would be worse off had it not happened. It's brought me closer to him, closer to him than I had ever been before. Who, you ask? I should think you know, but if you don't— L.
Pairings: AS ALWAYS: LightxL. And some of LightxOC, too. But…it's completely one sided.
Warnings: Yay, lot's o' warnings! XD that's always nice.
1. OMFG NOT FOR LITTLE KIDDIES SRSLY. But being serious, this is not for kids. It's really inappropriate and violent and will scar you for life if you're under the age of… 17, I think it is. It's either that or 16. I don't remember, but if you're under those ages, don't read! PLEASE I'MA BEGGING YOU!! Kthx. XD
2. Light's -coughMYcough- bad language, and some inappropriate themes. Relating to man sex. XD I can't believe I just wrote that, omg. Anyway…
3. Spoilers for L's real name.
4. If you're read Death Note Another Note: The Los Angeles BB Murder Cases, you'll probably laugh when your hear the name "Rue Ryuzaki." I just threw it in there because I couldn't think of anything else, okay? Okay.
5. OC's. Oh geez, my own personal Mary-Sue. Except…this one's not falling for L. She's falling for Light, and it's not Misa. Misa's not in this, cause Misa's not cool. (D muwahahaha I'm evil. XD don't hate me, Misa lovers! Plz Kthx!)
6. Ever seen "The Mist"? Ever read it. Err…well, a little later, that's kind of what's gonna go on.
7. Ever read "Cell"? O.O if you have, you're probably scarred for life, right? Well, that's what's going on, too. If you haven't read it, you'll find out soon. D -evil grin-
8. It's completely AU. No Kira anymore, Kira's gone, okay? Good. Now that we got that figured out…
ON TO THE FRIKIN' STORY OMG!! Oh, story is written in Light's POV and he doesn't wanna be a detective no more. He's going to Oxford to be a neurosurgeon. Kay? Kay.
Chapter one: New Life.
'Today is the day I walk a free man…' I sighed. No, that wasn't right. I was just remembering, that was all. I walked a free man over four years ago. That was right. But as I sit telling you this story today, it is almost six years ago. Even though my mind would rather forget the events of six years ago, I can tell you that it's not going to be easy. Actually, it's probably not going to happen at all. Every detail, every conversation is still fresh in my mind as though I am experiencing it this very moment. But I'm thankful I'm not. I can't lie when I say that I would be perfectly fine if it had never happened. But I also can't lie when I say that I would be worse off, had this not happened. It's brought me closer to him, closer to him than I had ever been before. Who, you ask? I should think you know, but if you don't— L. I've long overcome calling him that stupid alias.
But back to the subject at hand. Since you so eagerly asked, dear reader, I will tell. I will tell you what I have so desperately wanted to get off my chest.
'No, four years ago. I walked a free man. No more percentages flying my way, no more accusations, no more blame. No more…Kira. No more…L.' Kira had become a thing of the past four years ago. Ever since L had cleared me for suspicion of being the terrible serial killer. It took far too long in my opinion, but I'm not trying to involve my personal opinion in this story more than it needs to be.
I stared up at the ceiling absentmindedly. Mornings were always the slowest part of the day for me, I had never been much of a morning person. Which was good, because my classes didn't start until noon. Yes, that had become my life. Going to college and working my ass off. Medical school was no walk in the fucking park, that was for damn sure. But I knew that when I decided that I wanted to be a neurosurgeon.
Oxford was so much different than Japan that it hurt. I missed my family most of all, especially my sister, Sayu. God, she was growing up, wasn't she? 'Almost eight-teen now, huh… Damn.' I thought.
Finally deciding it was time to get my lazy all out of bed, I threw of the covers and shivered. "Damn cold," I muttered. Oxford's temperature sure had thrown me for a loop the day I arrived here. They're highest temperature is in July, and it's seventy-one degrees. Oh, well. To talk about it now would be pointless, so I'm not going to. Standing up, I was faced with the full-length mirror that I…usually tried to ignore most mornings. Self-confidence problems? Ah, dear reader, think again. No self-confidence problems here. I stared at my reflection with honest resentment showing in my eyes. Now, if it seems like I hate myself by this point, you'd only be half right. I sort of hated myself, but not for some pathetic reason, oh no. I most certainly wasn't clinically depressed, and I had a pretty good reason. If you heard it, you'd probably think exactly what you should. That I'm stupid, and that I probably couldn't wait to kill myself. Not true.
What I did was stupid, that was for sure. I'll probably never forgive myself for it, although the reasons I should outweighed the reasons I shouldn't by far. And the people it technically…affected didn't seem to care anymore. Or he was very good at covering up a grudge. But at this point in my story, that little detail doesn't have any significance. Not yet, at least.
I ran my hand through my hair, which was getting impossibly long. Again. With all the studying that I had been doing lately, I hadn't been paying as much regard to my personal appearance as I used to. "I need to take a shower…" I said aloud to myself. I had also started talking to myself recently. But no big surprise there. I had no one else in my life, no one special. I was too busy. And besides, I didn't want anybody anyway. There was only one person that I had my eye on then, but they…no, he—had been out of my sight for quite some time. Say about, four years? You can imagine who I'm speaking about now, can't you? If you can't, well…sorry. I'm not telling.
After my shower (which was long, but not nearly as relaxing as I had imagined), I didn't bother getting dressed. I paced around my small apartment, (Or "flat", as I've heard people call it here.) towel wrapped around my waits. Yes, I had been reduced to pacing. I turned and faced my reflection again. Hair wet, and sticking to my face, I looked unusually pallid. Just like… I pushed the thought out of my mind. The reason I could barely stand to look at my reflection was because every time I did, I would see him. Just somewhere into the distance, staring at me. It sent a pang of guilt cascading down my spine every time it happened. That's why I averted my eyes and began to get dressed.
I used to like the color white. Then, I hated it. Now, it only slightly bothers me. It reminded me of him, how he would always wear a damn white shirt every day. That's why nothing in my closet was white. At all. It was easier that way, not thinking about him. I sighed and straightened my shirt, pulling it down. Since I had absolutely nothing else to do before class started, I'd go and hang out in my favorite book store, not too far from campus. (If you're interested, I was attending Oxford.) None of the books there interested me at all, I had probably read all of them twice, anyhow. Besides, I really didn't go there for the books. Usually, she was there. Remember me saying I didn't have anybody all that 'special' in my life? Well, that was excluding her. Excluding Abigail. She had become the reason I went there every morning. She was tall, blonde and drop-dead gorgeous. And it was insanely obvious that she had her eye on me. Don't get me wrong; I would certainly be drooling over her… if I were straight. But I'm not. Still, she was the closest thing to a girlfriend that I had in my life. She was in her third year of college, just like me.
I stepped out of my apartment. There was that damn cold again. "You know, I should really be used to this by now, shouldn't I?" I mumbled, starting toward the flight of stairs on my right.
"I'd say you should." Oh, I must have forgotten to mention. The same apartment complex. I turned around to see Abigail. Impossibly short skirt and low top, as always. The only thing she didn't know was that she was attracting the attention of every male— but me. I smiled at her and she smiled back. "How long have you been here again?"
"About a year." We started down the stairs together. "It's so different, you know? A lot less…crowded, and it's strange to have to speak English mainly now." She nodded, understanding. "I haven't run into anybody that speaks Japanese as their first language yet. But I will… one of these days."
"Nobody would ever know you don't speak it as a first language by the way you sound, Light." I smiled. She loved to compliment me. Sure, I liked it, but… Suddenly: "Oh, shoot. I forgot my cell phone." I had never once heard a curse come from her mouth. Though I had a feeling she cursed all the time when I wasn't around. "Oh well… I can always go get it later. You have yours, don't you Light?"
"Yeah, I got it." I began to reach into my pocket. Oops. Nothing. "On second thought, scratch that. I must've left it back in my apartment. Maybe we should go get yours." She shook her head. Obviously it wasn't that important, she probably didn't even need to call anybody. I couldn't help but think sometimes that the world would be better off without cell phones; an idea he most assuredly instilled in me.
"No, no, Light. It's okay, I can run back here at noon and grab it. But for now… what did you have in mind?" We had reached the bottom of the stairs and were just standing and talking. She was leaning in a little close to me for my tastes, but I would never tell her, anyway. It was better to let her think that we had something. I really couldn't chance losing the friendship that I had forged with her. But if she tried to drag me into bed, I was going to run.
"I don't know… do you want to go get some coffee? I think our book store's open." She brightened up immediately, if that had even been possible. It sounded fun, and I needed to relax some anyway. It would be good to get my mind off of him, off of L. Anything to stop me from thinking about him I could afford to do. Besides, I did like talking to her, I did value her friendship. Much more than the girls in college that tried to invite themselves to be my girlfriend. Or the ones that try to drag me into their dorm rooms. Yuck. Some of those girls were enough to make even the horniest of straight men run. I didn't have a car— not enough money, so we began to walk.
It was silent for a while, just walking next to her like that. I looked over at her out of the corner of my eyes. She had cut her hair, I noticed. It looked good on her, much better than before. Her makeup was much less heavy than it was when she was expecting to see me. I wouldn't be surprised if she knew that I noticed she looked different when I surprised her. She was a smart girl. I knew she made herself look so much different for me, and I really didn't think she needed that. Whether I was interested in her or not, she was still very pretty. Just not the side I was looking for.
Suddenly, she stopped walking. A few paces ahead of her, I backed up and stood next to her. "You alright, Abby?" I asked. She was staring off in front her blankly. No, that's not what you would call her expression. Blank wasn't right… it was more like frightened. "Abby, Abby can you hear me?" I took hold of her shoulder, concern settling into my stomach deep. Was she okay?
"Yeah." She finally spoke up. "But Light, didn't you hear that?" I narrowed my eyes, even more concerned than before. "Didn't you hear that scream, Light? Didn't you hear it?" My heart leapt into my throat. A scream? Was someone in trouble? Was someone hurt?
"No, I—I didn't hear anything, Abby. Are…" I swallowed, trying not to lose my voice. "Are you sure you…" She interrupted me, eyes still wide with fear.
"No, Light, no. I'm positive I heard this. Somebody screamed, somebody's in pain. I can't believe you didn't hear that…" I glanced around me. Other people on the sidewalk passing by had stopped, looking around at each other in confusing, and some in fear. I guess I hadn't heard it.
"Where'd it come form, Abby? What direction, do you know?" I moved my hand down from her shoulder, down her arm and took her hand securely in my own. She shook her head. I looked around again. People had begun to move already, we were pretty much the only ones standing. 'What are you people thinking?' I thought. 'God, what a heartless world…'
Then somebody took out their cell phone.
She was a middle-aged woman, maybe in her early to middle fifties. She had short-cropped hair, graying at the roots. She was dressed in a plain shirt and sweats, probably out for a morning jog. She flipped it open and dialed a quick number— most likely speed dial. She caught my eye for a moment, because she stood still, among the many people were still moving down the busy sidewalk. "Nicole?" The woman said, plugging her other ear with her index finger. "Nicole, can you hear me?" Now I was staring at her like Abigail had been staring just moments before. "Nicole, you're breaking up!" She was shouting now, stepping over to the side to let another girl pass. This one was young, just a few years shy of myself then.
Suddenly I heard a clatter, the woman with the short hair (We'll call her "Short Hair" for now.) had dropped her phone. She had the blankest look, it was frightening. Frightening then, frightening now. The young girl (We'll call her "Younger Girl" for now.), the one who was trying to pass stopped. She tired to ask if Short Hair was okay, and… I'm sorry. Forgive me, reader. Accept my apology. Sometimes it is difficult, even now to talk about it. How it all started, that is…
She tried to ask if she was okay, but she couldn't even make out the words. Short Hair dropped her cell phone and grabbed Younger Girl around the shoulders forcefully, dipping her head so her mouth met her neck. There was an earsplitting scream from Younger Girl as Short hair tore into her jugular with her unnaturally sharp canines. Blood spurted from Younger Girl's neck as Short Hair began ripping away the flesh, blood dripping down her chin and onto her shirt. My stomach lurched, but I was frozen in shock. Younger Girl's screams died down until they were just a sickly guttural noise emanating from her ripped apart throat.
Another chorus of screams and shouts and shrieks of horror came from the crowd as everyone scrambled and clambered to get away from Short Hair, who was preoccupying herself by devouring Younger Girl's neck. She had long ago died, when Short Hair had first bitten into her neck.
Somebody slammed hard into my right shoulder, knocking me off balance. I teetered for a few moments, stepping back and losing sight of Abigail in the sea of frantic people trying to get away. Abigail screamed my name, reaching out her hand toward me. I tried to grab it, but I missed. There was a thunk like dead weight as Younger Girl probably dropped to the ground.
"Mom?! Yeah, mom, it's me!" I looked over to my side to see a young child, no more than fourteen, trying to avoid getting run over by the crowd and trying to talk to his mother on his cell phone. He was right next to me, screaming into my ear almost. "Mom, I don't know what happened," He had a thick English accent, I could barely understand him. "This lady just killed this other lady, just bit into her neck and killed her…" There. He dropped his cell phone too, just let it fall from his ear. His arm was lax at his side, and I could see his pupils shrink to tiny dots. His mouth fell open and his eyes became almost unseeing.
I tried to turn to go back to Abigail, but I felt towo relatively strong hands grab my shoulders and turn me around forcefully. I was faced with the teenager that was trying to talk to his mother just a moment ago. He was terrified to death, I could tell that much just by looking at him. He shook me with amazing force. "Who am I?!" He screamed. "Who am I oh my God I don't know my name where am I who are you where are we what's happening?!" It was one long sentence. My heart pounded in my chest as I threw him off of me. I watched him run through the crowd, screaming bloody murder.
Author's –coughPOINTLESScough- note: Okay, how's that for a super long big ass first chapter! XD. That is… eighteen hand written pages. And… -checks- Oh geez…five…typed pages. XD omfg I'm so pathetic! Okay, so right now you're probably going: Wait… why is this rated M? This doesn't make any sense you prude! No, it's rated M for a reason. There's gonna be worse stuff later on, more language, more violence and definitely more sex talk. XD (and later on there's going to be a steamy Yaoi scene between Light and L. L is the Uke, of course! -shakes fist-) Well, there's gonna be more soon, but I'm really busy, so…probably not that soon. Oh, one more thing. My "Never friends, Never more"? It's officially put on hiatus, so don't expect a lot from that for a while. I have to fix some things and do some research so it doesn't turn out like crap. :D okay, bye! Luv you all!
Author's extra note: Thanks so much to the girl that sent me a private message! That made my day so much! It's always nice to hear I have a fan! Hope you're doing well and have fun reading/watching Death Note! LUV YA!! 3