Amaya clutched her light jacket that was loosely covering her small frame as a light breeze went through her. Grasping her Death Note manga in her hand, she sat down on a park bench underneath a massive weeping willow. Her cool gray eyes gazed up at the brooding sky, dark clouds gliding dangerously, threatening to downpour any moment. A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips, she loved the rain with a passion. Her name meant night rain after all, that and since it was darkening, as it was a quarter to seven the sky was a stormy gray that matched her eyes. Not only that, but the rain calmed her down, made her feel as if she wasn't alone. Not the only one almost going insane with missing someone, not the only one trying not to break down.
Amaya flipped through her Death Note manga to the last chapter, quickly scanning through the graphic novel with a nervous anticipation. She had finished watching the anime about a week before and knew L's death was going to occur soon. Her heart plummeted to her throat as she finished the final chapter and closed her eyes, clenching her fists. 'L's death was going to happen in the next volume', she had realized with an upset expression crawling its way onto her facial features.
She leaned back on the wooden park bench, and ran a hand through her soft blonde hair while sighing. Suddenly, a phone vibrated in her pocket making her flinch with surprise as she reached for her cell. Amaya eyed the caller I.D. with a frown, her mother's name popping up on the cover. Holding back a groan, she flipped open her cell phone to hear her mother's anxious yells and complains.
"Where on earth are you?" her mother asked feverishly, Amaya almost envisioned her mother's lip pursed in a firm, prudent line," It's been about an hour since you left. You said you'd be at the park. What kind of normal teenager stays at the park-"
"Mom," Amaya murmured sternly to her mother, attempting to calm her," I am still at the park. I'm fine, I'm just reading Death Note."
"Why do you read that Japanese stuff anyway, why don't you read normal English novels," her mother pressed, as Amaya's eyes narrowed at the ground in annoyance at her mother's oblivious uncultured beliefs.
"I just read 'Catcher in the Rye' last week, Mother," Amaya replied curtly, massaging the bridge of her nose," It's no big deal. Please don't pick a fight with me Mom. I'll be home in a little bit."
"You'll just go back into your room writing like always," her mother complained," It's a Friday night, don't you have any friends you could go to party out with?"
Amaya grit her teeth silently before finally shooting back," I'm sorry I'm not as much of a social butterfly that you were when you were 18 Mom, but I like writing. It's what I do."
"Why can't you be like you used to be? You might as well not come home if all you do is stay in your room. I don't really even know why I called. Just because Spencer- ," her mother said, Amaya froze at her mother's biting words," Wait, Amaya. I'm sorry I didn't mean to bring your brother up. I've just been on an edge lately because of what happened too. It's just-"
"You're right," Amaya hissed into the phone," I don't know why you called either."
And with that she with a fit of rage threw her phone to the ground, instantly making it shatter in various metal pieces. A rumble of thunder sounded, making Amaya look up at the sky. She looked down at the Death Note that was now on the ground, pages flipping wildly from the wind. She quickly held it close to her body and closed her eyes, refusing the tears that threatened to spill out at any moment. Pitter patters erupted, indicating that the rain had finally began. Amaya let out a content smile break out across her face with a sigh. She took in a deep breath of the refreshing storm air, and her eyes glanced back at the Death Note manga in her hands.
"Life's so god damn ironic," she muttered dryly to herself, rubbing her face with her hands," I think fiction makes more sense than reality. Geez."
Amaya's eye flittered over to the manga in her hands and began to re-read it, being sheltered from the rain by the willow that swayed slightly over her. The sky began to darken to a rick ash grey, indicating that more time had indeed passed. With a groan, she stretched and pulled he jacket closer to herself once more as she laid down on the bench. The rhythm of the rain slowly lulled her into sleep, the last thing she recalled seeing a flash of lightning and hearing a boom of thunder in the distance.
Someone tugged at her jacket, which she responded to huddle closer to herself making the person let out a moan as they flicked her nose. Now fully alert, she sat up and bashed heads against the person who was attempting to rouse her from her restless slumber. Blinking a few times, she eyed the young man who was familiar. Amaya shook her head, as if trying to brush off the odd feeling of de'ja'vu.
"All you alright?" the boy asked, his light brown eyes flickering from her face then back to her manga," You were asleep and it was raining… I didn't feel right seeing such a pretty girl sleeping outside on a chilly rainy night."
Amaya flushed slightly then smiled warmly at him," Sorry, sorry. I'm quite alright, really. Thanks for looking out for me.. er..?"
"Turro Hasuro," he said, his eyes once more gazing down at her manga making her raised an eyebrow as he asked," What do you have in your hands?"
"Oh, are you a Death Note fan too?" she asked cheerfully, now sitting up straight as Hasuro sat beside her," I've seen the-"
"What the hell are you playing at?" he interrupted harshly, eyes glaring at her dangerously," Why do you have a Death Note?"
Amaya scoffed at his rudeness and looked down at her manga- Death Note?!
"Holy Christ!" she exclaimed, eyes wide and shaking her head to make sure she wasn't hallucinating," Wait.." she looked observed Toshiro for a few moments before he jaw dropped," Light… Yagami Light?"
His eyes narrowed into slits as he tensed," You have the shinigami eyes? And- ", he paused and murmured something to an invisible being," You have no name… or life span? What are you?"
Amaya's eyes were gleaming in confusion and surprise," Wait.. I'm confused. Was that Ryuk?"
At this point, Light stiffened as he stared up at Ryuk then turned back towards Amaya," How can you see him? First off, what's your name?"
"As if I'm going to tell you," Amaya said, bristling as she glared at the killer," Kira."
"How do you know all of this?" he exclaimed, grasping he wrists in frusteration. Amaya growled and tugged her wrists out of his grasp as she glared at him venomously.
"I am a powerful.. psychic," she replied after a few moments, then sent him a lopsided smirk," Best be careful, Light. Don't get me angry, or I'll just have a little chat with your best buddy, L."
"But you are another Kira," he shot back, staring at me with a small amount of anger beneath his hair," You'll get caught too."
"I have nothing written in it," she said with a confident nod," I've killed nor hurt anyone. You can't prove it, unless, there are different types of Kira.."
Light looked at her silently for a few moments before grinning wickedly," Thanks for the idea."
Amaya frowned as he towered over her for a few moments," What-what are you doing?"
He took hold of her wrists and firmly pressed against a pressure point in her neck making her buckle slightly, before going limp in his arms. Light gave a content smile, the gears spinning in his mind overtime as he changed her position on the bench. Light heard Ryuk chuckle lightly and he turned to see Ryuk looking down at the two with a bemused expression.
"What are you going to do, Light?"Ryuk inquired with a devilish grin lodged onto his eerie features and pale face," With this new girl, or threat?"
"I'm going to keep L busy for a while," he replied airlessly," So you really can't see her name or life span?"
Ryuk shook his head then erupted into a wolfish grin," Things are going to get very.. interesting."
Natsumi Talk:
Natsumi: So here is the edited introduction chapter, and I personally think it cleared some things out and is better in a whole. I reread my story and realized how confusing it was in the beginning. I'm so sorry about that. I also put another plot in the mix, Amaya's older brother! Hmm, I wonder how poor Spencer died. And I wonder what part he'll play. Though, I'm sorry I changed it a bit.
L: I agree with you Natsumi, it had indeed improved.
Natsumi: Why thank you L, and I also believe more people will read on more from the 1st chapter. I may rewrite the first real chapter too. It's just been so boring at my grandparents house I've just been writing and vegging out in a hot tub for the past two days.
Amaya: -says dryly- Oh, poor poor you.
Natsumi: I have no internet access. I've become so dependent on the internet, mostly fanfiction. –cry- Anyway, I hope you guys liked the edited introduction! See you soon!