HEY READ THIS!
I warn you now that this chapter contains spoilers for the rest of the story and that you SHOULDN'T read it if you haven't already read up to Chapter 3 of the story.
This is just a compiled chapter that re-tells the original story of Still Breathing In The Ashes. It's being rewritten, so these chapters are ultimately scrapped by yours truly. If you're going to do that 'Three-chapter-test' test, then don't include this chapter, as it's non-important and only exists to serve as a comparison to my current work.
~This chapter is just what the original story was, and not what it will be.
CAMB
Prologue: Burning Desire
CAMB: This is my first fanfic so please be kind when reading.
This is just a prologue to our story. This is a Death Note centric story, but it's also a Death Note / Tokyo Ghoul story. I freaking love crossovers.
Some warnings for this chappie: A lot of religious ramble, like a whole heck lot.
Light: Is it about me?
L: You're not a god.
Light: ~Flips him off~
CAMB: Just sayin' it here, I don't own Death Note or Tokyo Ghoul. If I did own either, Light and L wouldn't be dead and Kaneki wouldn't be tortured (He's too nice to deserve that in the manga and anime).
Light: Well good to know you don't want me dead.
L: She wanted me to live too.
Light: ~Flips him the bird... again...~
Make it a rule of life never to regret and never to look back. Regret is an appalling waste of energy, you can't build on it it's only good for wallowing in.
~Katherine Mansfield
Fate is a fickle creature. A faceless entity. A god in its own way. The master of destiny. He changes our world constantly, writhing in agony over our poor choices and repetitive actions. To him, our lives are entertainment and if we fail to impress him, we must be changed.
When tragedy shakes the Earth, Fate turns back to us for his amusement. When our world settles back into its somber normality, he turns away in boredom. This is Fate's fatal problem.
There have been many times when our world was turned upside down because of one human's actions. We've seen it more than we can count. To Fate, this is the ultimate form of entertainment. He enjoys their blind crusade to an unreachable goal and early death, but writhes over how quickly his game ends. Fate is left to reset the chess board and hope for a new player to stumble upon his path, but there are exceptions to this rule.
Fate has always been determined to hate those who stir up the world; it's in his nature. He couldn't help but be displeased by their stubbornness against the natural order of the world. This is why he immediately dislikes whoever challenges the world's order… except for one man.
Light Yagami, Kira. Fate had wanted to hate this human, but couldn't bring himself to do so. The intentions he had were innocent, but he was corrupted by something as simple as a notebook. The thought that Yagami's path could have been to greatness instead of nothingness churned his proverbial stomach. People like this don't last long. They only come every century or so. The ending to his story was unsatisfying to Fate. He wanted more, he craved it. It was an alien emotion to him and he had to satisfy his desire for this chaos. He needed to change this.
Under the dominion of God, Fate had many restrictions on what he could and couldn't do, but he was still able to turn the wheels of time to his desire. He could change any little thing to his liking and have a completely different story to watch. His only restriction by God was that he could not change time more than three times every ten-thousand years. Fate had to use these changes carefully if he wanted to make his entertainment last. Another restriction was also set against him, however, it was by the Shinigami King and not God. The Shinigami King had fought furiously with God in order to have his demands fulfilled. Finally, after one hundred years in argument, the Shinigami King got his wish; Fate could not change one's life for the better nor kill of the human race with his actions. Fate, as a being that opens the gateway to death, was crucial to the existence of the Shinigami. If he were to favor humans, the Shinigami King, as well as his subjects, would all perish. If Fate wanted to change something for his amusement, he had to change something for the worse. The only loophole to this agreement was that it was up to God what was considered worse for the human race.
With this in mind, Fate had decided to go to the beginning of Light Yagami's story. He would change something, and it had to change for the worst. Although this is not what Fate had originally wanted, it would satisfy his need somewhat. Right there and then, Fate decided to make Light Yagami a killer, again. Not one out of desire.
A killer out of necessity. A ghoul. It was just a matter of when the time would be right to do so.
CAMB: Well... did you like it?
L: ~Slowly raises hand~
Light: No. I wasn't in this chapter.
CAMB: Some main character you are...
Light: Jerk...
L: This is quite enjoyable.
CAMB: Guys, this story needs a lot of love if it's going to get anywhere so please favorite and follow for updates. Reviews are always appreciated because I have no idea what I'm doing... at all...
Expanation Time!
- Fate is a god, like one that rules in co-dominance with God. They keep each other in check and stuff so neither of them destroy the universe or whatever.
- The Shinigami King is a mortal being, like all the Shinigami. Remember guys, Shinigami can die. They can run out of lifespan (So if Fate's changes were to eliminate the human race, which is what the Shinigami kill to live, then all the Shinigami would die. This is why Shinigami King freaks out and goes haywire on God in order to get restrictions placed on what Fate can change) or they can save a human's life and die.
- Fate is the gateway to death, like I said in the chappie, because he leads to the deaths of humans to keep the world in balance. If the Shinigami were to kill all humans, they would die along with the human race. If they don't kill people for a few thousand years, the world would become overpopulated and, eventually, abandoned. God doesn't want his creations, the humans, to leave the Earth nor be completely erased from existence, so he appoints Fate to keep the world in balance when the Shinigami refused to kill or to stop killing.
That's all for explanation time.
Hope you enjoyed reading, I'm planning on adding a chappie every two weeks. My plan is to follow the anime episodes of Death Note (For at least the first season, but not including L's Death. He's not dying on my watch.)
Light: Why not?
CAMB: Cause he's a kawaii panda.
L: Thank you?
CAMB: You're welcome. That's all for this chapter folks!
Chapter One: The Flame Is Lit
CAMB: Well Hello There!
Hopefully the last chapter wasn't too much of a drag. In this chappie, we will be introducing our main character *AHEM* *LIGHT* *AHEM*.
Light: Good, this story might finally get better now...
L: I'd prefer if you chose someone else as the main character
CAMB: ...You know you're one of them right?
L: ...
CAMB: Anyways, this is also a fluffy chappie. The next chapter is where everything really picks up.
Some warnings for this chappie: Metric ton of fluff. I mean, this is pretty much half of "Boredom" / "Rebirth" (The first episode of Death Note) with some minor changes in dialogue and perspective.
Also I realized this just now, but is Fate an OC character? I mean he's more like the characterization of the concept of destiny and fate into a human-like figure. Damn, he's even petty like real human beings XD
Light: He's a jerk, that's what he is.
L: Debatable.
CAMB: I do not own Death Note or Tokyo Ghoul. If I did, Soichiro wouldn't have kicked the bucket and Eto wouldn't be such a jerk.
BOLD = Author's note at beginning or end of chapter
'BOLD' = Thoughts
Italics = ? ~hehe not yet hehe~ ?
"Quotes" = Dialogue
~Action/Noise~ = A certain character making that specific sound or action
When you pay attention to boredom it gets unbelievably interesting.
~Jon Kabat-Zinn
Fate had his solution. He had informed God of the change he would be making. As he predicted, there was no resistance. Fate had played by every rule laid out for him. Surprisingly enough, the Shinigami King had also agreed with Fate's plan. Seems like he needed some excitement as well. The Shinigami King may just turn out to be a pawn for Fate after all...
Now it was just a matter of waiting.
He was waiting for one specific day. The day a Death Note would be dropped into the human realm, November 28, 2006.
Light-Centric (3rd Person POV)
Light was bored.
In actuality, he was always bored. There was just no challenge in everyday life. Everything was just too easy for this boy-genius. People like him can't stay contained in a world like this. The boundaries set are too small. He could do so much, yet is hindered by the incompetence of his peers. A simple, yet intricate issue.
It was boredom like this that led to him being observant. He couldn't miss a single thing. If he did, he was risking a chance at missing some excitement.
That is also why he noticed a black notebook drop from the sky and land on school grounds with a satisfying *plop*. A multitude of questions popped into his head as soon as his brain registered the unusual object falling from the sky. His mind was settling into these thoughts until—
"Yagami." The teacher interrupted, "Are you still with us? Can you please translate the following sentence into English?" The teacher asked.
Light internally sighed. 'Useless… menial tasks like this will not help me at all in the real world.'
He made a mental note to check on that later. For now, he put his focus back to class and answered the question.
After class, he set out on my small mission to find the strange notebook. A few minutes of searching, he found it in the courtyard of the school. Light took in a few details of the book. It was completely black with English words printed on the cover. He ran his finger through the pages, he found that it was completely blank. This made him wonder if this was even used before. After skimming around a little longer, he found more English writing on the inside of the front cover. It seemed to be a set of rules.
He had a quick glance at the rules before bagging it and returning home.
'It's obvious this book is a prank. To think someone put so much effort into making some gag-joke book like this. It's completely pointless,' he thought.
It was completely beyond him why anyone would even bother setting up an intricate prank like this. Maybe it was for the laughs, but even that was illogical in his eyes. This train of thought continued progressing until a loud announcement disturbed him from his thoughts.
"Today, at approximately 11 a.m., a thirty-two-year-old man was found stabbed to death in his apartment in the city of Yokohama, Kanagawa prefecture. Kanagawa police are treating this case as homicide." The reporter continued shortly after, "In other news. Today, suspected murderer, Naoki Kokuji, was arrested in the district of Shibuya, Tokyo. He is being held in custody facing murder charges for the brutal slaying of his common-law partner, who was only twenty five at the time of her death."
Light's mood quickly went downhill after that. He remembered how repetitive this world was. It was disgusting. The same news, day in and day out. This world never changes.
'This world is… rotten.'
This was his last thought of his trip home. He quietly reserved himself within his mind for the rest of the walk. There was no reason to aggravate himself over nothing. He needed to have is calm and reasonable 'mask' for his family when he returned home.
Light was greeted by his mother when he returned home. He handed her a few test results and marched straight into his room until disappearing from her sight. He dropped his bag on his desk as soon as he entered the room.
After a few seconds of rummaging, he pulls out the strange notebook. A quick look inside shows him the rules printed on the front cover from before. He takes his time reading them and lets it sink in afterwards. Again, he dismisses this thing as a prank. Instead, he decides to turn on the TV to take his mind off of the odd subject.
As soon as the television is switched on, an announcer blares this into the speakers, "The same assailant who attacked six people at a busy shopping district in Shinjuku yesterday has struck again, taking eight people hostage at this daycare center. His captives include both children and teachers. The police have now identified the suspect as forty-two-year-old Kurou Otoharada, currently unemployed. We expect negotiations to begin immediately."
Light's eyes drifted towards the odd notebook once again.
'So much for taking my mind off of it...'
Another thought surfaced through his mind.
'If this notebook is a prank, then this man should be just fine. If it isn't…'
His thoughts trailed off as he realized he was just burning time pondering what he should do. He wrote the name in the notebook. Now, it was just a matter of waiting…
And nothing happened.
Light smirked, 'Hmph. Turns out I was right after–'
The announcer spoke again. Light was horrified. He may have just killed someone.
This was a coincidence.
It had to be. There was no way this man actually died because of this notebook. It was just some cruel, sick joke that fate (1) pulled on him. Whoever made this notebook was really twisted. Toying with people's minds like this was sick. But…
Was it really bad that this man died? He was obviously willing to kill all of these people for money. Who would miss people like this in the world? Who would want someone like this in the first place? He was jarred from these thoughts when his mother spoke.
"Light! It's six-thirty and you have cram school tonight!" She said.
He had to test it again. This was his chance. He needed to see if this thing was actually a murder-weapon.
"Just a few seconds," he sighed, completely consumed by exhaustion.
"I'll be down in a minute!"
Light stuffed the Death Note into his bag and headed out the door.
It was time to test this out for real.
...
Little did he know, Fate's plan was set into motion as soon as he went out the door...
Well... is it horrible yet?
Light: Yes.
L: There's a 47.5% chance that this will become horrible.
CAMB: ~grumbles~ Well those are some great odds...
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EXPLANATION TIME!
(1). I just had to... it was too much of a good opportunity to miss. Sorry if the joke fell flat, but I couldn't resist this one.
PREDICTION TIME!
- What kind of kagune will Light get? (I already have one in mind) (HINT: It's something Light has asked for before in the cannon series)
- What will happen to Light?
- What exactly did Fate plan for Light?
- Will Light stop being a pessimistic bitch?
Light: HEY! I HEARD THAT LAST ONE!
L: ~hehe~
CAMB: ALL OF THESE WILL BE ANSWERED IN THE NEXT EPISODE OF DEATH-GHOUL-Z!
*OH YEAH*
I forgot this in the first version, but the next chappie has an action scene. Frick me, right? I'm looking for the best way to approach this one so please be patient. Expect another chapter in a week or so. Thanks for patience!
Chapter 2: Crash And Burn
CAMB: Well hello there! Happy New Year to all!
Sorry for not uploading this sooner, I was on a family vacation in Florida for the Christmas break and decided to take a breather from all my work and this. Hope you all had nice holidays and enjoyed yourselves over the break.
Anyways...
This chappie is where everything starts moving forward. The plot starts accelerating and Light is officially screwed over here.
Light: Well thanks for that.
L: I am indifferent to this argument.
Just a warning for this chappie: Light violence (Ba dum tsss), some mild imagery, and insanity (Cause why not)
Light: That pun was horrible.
CAMB: Shut up, imagay.
Just sayin' it here, I don't own Death Note or Tokyo Ghoul. If I did, Matsuda would be taken seriously more often and there wouldn't be so many characters in Tokyo Ghoul (Like wtf, I can't even keep track of how many people there are and some of them are really trivial).
L: But Matsuda is our official coffee boy... *frowns*
BOLD = Author's note at beginning or end of chapter
'BOLD' = Thoughts
Italics = ? *hehe not yet hehe* ?
"Quotes" = Dialogue
*Action/Noise* = A certain character making that specific sound or action
Resilience is all about being able to overcome the unexpected. Sustainability is about survival. The goal of resilience is to thrive.
~Jamais Cascio
Sachiko-Centric (3rd Person POV)
Something was wrong.
Her son never came home late. Never.
This was ringing bells and whistles in her head, but she chose to ignore them. No matter how much her instincts were telling her that something was wrong, it was all fine.
Hopefully…
'Probably not,' Sachiko sighed.
Where could he be?
Mysterious Stranger-Centric (3rd Person POV)
The job was quite simple.
Nab a kid from the street. Not too hard, right?
'Wrong,' he thought.
There were too many factors that he needed to consider. For example, what if someone saw him? What would he do then? No, he had to think this through quite thoroughly in order to get the job done.
That's why he decided to hide in an alley-way, late at night in order to catch a kid from the nearby cram school. It was perfect.
Nobody would see him. It would be too dark.
The kid wouldn't be able to scream. People usually stay out of alley-ways, so nobody would hear them.
It wouldn't be hard to knock the kid out. They would probably be out of it from cram school.
It was fool-proof. He was pretty much wheezing with excitement at this point.
He just needed to wait for a young person to walk out...
1.5 hours later...
The man sighed. His plan was pretty much a failure at this point.
With the science of probability, there was a good chance that at least one kid, ONE KID, would walk by his alley-way.
But no. The universe just hated him. He probably shouldn't have done this favor...
And then, at that very moment that he had doubted the universe, a brunette teenager walked by him. He silently had a fit of happiness (and a small bit of insanity) and jumped on his opportunity immediately.
'Guess I should doubt the universe more often,' he chuckled.
With a dash, he was off and had his hands on the kid's shoulder. A distinct cracking sound could be heard from the alley when the youth halted in his step.
'*Hehe* This may be a bit too easy'
The kid's face was pointed away from him, but the man could sense the uneasiness and fear radiating off of his body. The strange man took no haste in making threats.
"Look kid, I want you to scream as loud as possible, ya got that?," the insane man whispered delightfully into the teenager's ear.
Instead, the kid started dashing towards other end of the alley. The man wasn't letting go of his prey. Not yet at least.
"Come back here, boy!," the man exclaimed, "I just want to have some fun!"
The kid looked disgusted as soon as he heard that.
'*Heh* He doesn't seem to get that I'm messing with him'
The man put his body into throttle and leaped after the young man. It wasn't too hard to catch up with him after all, this man wasn't exactly 'normal'.
"Let me put this another way," he continued, "I want you to bleed for me."
Before the kid could even register what he said, the strange man delivered a hefty kick to the young man's head.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity to the strange man, the teenager was completely knocked out.
Mission success.
The strange man pulled out a cell phone and dialed up his contact. After a few rings, a slightly displeased voice answers.
"Do you have it?," the voice on the other side of the line questioned.
"Yeh, I have it," the strange man said while rubbing his ear, "Keep your panties on and wait, I'll get it to you."
In all honesty, the strange man wasn't irritated by his companion's eagerness at all. He was just curious as to how someone could be as impatient as him.
"Hmph," the other voice sighed, "Search its bag, we're going to need its medical records. I need some form of identification."
Of course, his job wasn't over even when it was over.
"Yes sir...," the strange man answered sarcastically.
"Good," the other voice answered, "That will be all for now."
"I'll deliver him soon."
"Then I can get started soon," the other voice answered.
"Well then I—"
"I have to go, my other subject needs... feeding... I'll see you later, Yakumo," the other voice interrupted.
"Goodbye then," Yakumo added, "Kanou."
Yakumo hung up the phone and went straight to searching the adolescent's bag.
He was searching for I.D. when his hand bumped into a certain black notebook.
'Hmm? What's this...'
Kanou-Centric (3rd Person POV)
He was huffing.
Slowly, but steadily it turned into a chuckle. And then a laugh. Then one of madness. The disturbing sound was bouncing off the stained walls.
'It's just perfect,' he laughed.
"Did you hear that, little ghoul?," he continued, "You're going to have a little company."
The small, shivering figure sat quietly in the dark. There was silence. Kanou's laugh died down and his contorted face slowly turned serene.
"*Hmph* still hungry then..."
Dr. Kanou paced around his 'private' lab. It was well hidden. It was an abandoned warehouse tucked into a corner of town that was presumably abandoned in the public's eye. Nobody would think to come near a place like this unless they were looking for trouble.
Finally after reaching what looked like an ordinary fridge, Kanou opened it an pulled out a chunk of stringy flesh.
"I don't need you to be hungry when it gets here," Kanou said as he tossed the meat at the creature.
It dove at the meat without hesitation. The sound of crunching bones could be heard in the background.
'Disgusting... I'd be lucky if it doesn't take a bite out of the other one before the experiments start.'
"I might need some more restraints after all..."
The small creature hissed at the man.
"Definitely."
Kanou set out to find a muzzle for his man-eating pet.
A Few Hours Later...
Kanou was bubbling with excitement now.
Yakumo was to arrive at any moment with his other subject.
His dreams were going to become reality.
'*Hehe* I can barely contain myself right now,' he giggled
Finally, Yakumo slid through a rusted window on the northern wall of the warehouse. There was a large, blue duffel bag slung over his shoulder.
Kanou was practically dying at this point.
"Well," Kanou said," Let me see him!"
Yakumo strategically placed the bag on the table. He did it in such a way so the 'contents' wouldn't stir or wake.
Kanou started to unzip the bag until Yakumo interrupted him.
"Ah ah ah, patience my friend." he smiled then his tone went dead serious, "First, where's my payment?"
'*Ack*, Of course.'
Kanou knew Yakumo like the back of his hand. Of course Yakumo wouldn't do a 'favor' like this without some form of payment.
"Well you searched the young man's bag didn't you?"
"Yeah, and I found a student ID," Yakumo handed the ID card to Kanou.
"Did you find anything interesting in his bag?" Kanou asked as he examined the card.
It read "Light Yagami, currently age 17, student at Daikoku Private Academy"
'I might be cutting it close with the age, but this should work. Still, I would have preferred someone a bit younger...'
"Actually yes," Yakumo said, "Why? Do you want that too?"
"No," Kanou said, "Whatever it is, you can keep it. That will be your payment."
Kanou expected Yakumo to revolt against this, but he didn't. Whatever was in that bag must have really caught Yakumo's attention...
"Are you sure?"
Yakumo's face was critical. He was absolutely serious about the bag.
"Absolutely," Kanou waved him off, "All I need is this young man right here."
"Very well..." Yakumo changed the subject, "Why did you need someone like him anyways?"
"An idea came to me a while back..."
In reality, Kanou had no idea where his idea actually came from. As if by magic, the idea just popped into his head and he was compelled to go through with it. He had an odd feeling that this idea was something he would have thought of, but not completely his, in a sense. The best way he could explain it was to call it a paranormal experience.
"... and I decided to go through with it," he finished.
"You're not going to give me any hints, are you?"
"No. You will find out soon enough anyways," Kanou hinted.
"I'll be taking my leave," Yakumo said as he picked up the teenager's bag, "Thanks for the free stuff."
"No problem," Kanou chuckled, "It's not mine anyways."
Yakumo left through the same window that he entered with.
"Back to you, Mr. Yagami," Dr. Kanou said jovially as he turned to the unconscious body.
He unzipped the bag to reveal the young man's sleeping face.
'Good, Yakumo didn't stiff me this time.'
Kanou blindfolded the adolescent and bound his hands together. He then set him inside the room with the now-muzzled creature.
"I suggest you get accustomed to your new friend," Kanou smiled eerily, "After all, you and him will be spending a long time with one another."
Kanou shut and locked the door and started researching young man's medical records.
It was just a matter of time now.
Light-Centric (3rd Person POV)
When Light woke up he was greeted by a dimly lit lightbulb in his line of vision. He blinked groggily and tried to sit up. He then realized that his hands were bound.
He gave up on trying to sit up and started thinking about where he could be.
'I was searching for someone to test the Death Note on and then...'
It hit him. The man who jumped him must have kidnapped him. He could only fear for what was going happen to him...
"I removed the blindfold for you," a slightly high-pitched voice said, "I know you're awake. Your breathing's changed and you've been trying to sit up for the last five minutes, LOUDLY, mind you."
Light mentally face palmed and turned his body towards the source of the voice. His eyes fell upon a child, no older than 10 years old with blue eyes and hair. On the child's face was a dog muzzle. Light could only wonder why the child had it on, but he'd thought it better to ask.
"It was the best I could do with my hands being tied as well," he continued, trying to rub his nose against his shoulder. It was a little difficult to do that when your mouth was covered with a muzzle and your hands were tied behind your back.
"Thanks... I guess," Light said
"You're welcome."
An awkward silence fell between the two. Nobody knew what to say. They were just two strangers in the same exact predicament.
"Erm, I should probably introduce myself," Light said," My name is Light Yagami."
"Ayato," was the child's response. Ayato was clearly disinterested by this 'icebreaker' conversation.
"So uh, Ayato, do you have any idea as to why we're in here or where we are in the first place?"
"Not a clue."
It was obvious that Ayato wasn't trying or he's been here long enough to have given up hope of escaping. Light assumed it was the latter.
He decided to ask about the muzzle that's been bothering him for the last ten minutes.
"So," Light gave an awkward cough," Why are you wearing that, erm, muzzle on your face?"
"So I don't try and eat you."
Light stiffened at this.
'There was no way... right?'
Goddamn...
...
...
...
He was stuck in a cage with a cannibal.
CAMB: Light couldn't be more wrong... lol.
Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this chappie. I would have liked to extend it, but I wanted to get this out ASAP.
Also, uh, sorry Ayato... for choosing you to be a part of Kanou's experiments ;-; (You don't deserve it). I was actually debating on whether or not making the ghoul that Light will be 'paired' with an OC, but I thought introducing a new character in a small amount of time wouldn't flow well with the rest of the story. I decided Ayato would be the best pick (Not that he did anything wrong or something) because he completely counters Light's personality and he would be fun to put into 'Kaneki-style-hallucination-sessions' (Yes, that's what I'm calling them.) as well as getting the kagune I want for Light. It works out well, but Ayato isn't getting the future I would have wanted for him...
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Do you know what time it is?
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EXPANATION TIME!
-Ayato is actually 7 in this story because Tokyo Ghoul presumably occurs during the year 2014. Bam, everyone's age in Tokyo Ghoul minus eight (Cause Death Note anime starts at 2006) and you have pretty much all characters' ages figured out. This worked out so well for me...
-Yakumo is a real character, not OC. I just used one of his other names. I dare you all to figure out who he is without googling it. If you think you got it, don't comment or put it as a review. I want to torture my audience for a little bit :D
-If it isn't obvious enough, Fate inserted the idea into Kanou's head. All he did was give Kanou a head start on his future experiments.
-Ghouls are unknown in this world. Japanese government keeps it all under wraps (Like every government ever).
-The beans are pretty much spilled about what kagune Light will get; it's a ukaku. Although there might be something else in the future ;D...
Here's a bit of trivia too cause why not:
-Ayato, in the dub, is actually voiced by the same guy that voiced Ling Yao from FMAB.
-Ayato is self conscious about his height (awwww...)
-Ayato likes tropical fish.
-Ayato doesn't like worms.
Light: Where the hell did that come from?
CAMB: I said it was trivia...
Light: You sure liked torturing me this chapter, didn't you?
CAMB: No, you're actually my favorite character.
Light: Wait, really?
CAMB: I just wanted you to be a better person
Light: *Disappointed Face* Of course...
L: See, I've always told you that you were a bad person.
CAMB: Well anyways, thanks for reading this chapter! I really like the support this story is getting, so keep it up guys! Next chappie should be released next week or so.
Chapter 3: A Week In Hell (P.1)
CAMB: Yo, CAMB here!
It's been quite a while .-.
Don't worry tho, I'm still very invested in this story. I honestly rather get through with this part quickly and get to the actual appearance of Kira, but slow and steady wins the race.
I felt this 'arc' should last two chappies cause it's about 6 days in total of imprisonment and one day of... well I wouldn't want to spoil that, would I?
Light: I'm absolutely sure that she likes torturing me.
L: A reasonable punishment for a mass-murderer of your caliber.
CAMB: Oh btw, this chapter was originally called "TWO WEEKS IN HELL"
Then I said, 'How in the hell can I make this freaking chapter work?'
Thus, one week was removed from Light's hellish sentence.
Light: *Sarcastically* Why, thank you.
CAMB: Well anyways, hope you guys enjoy this chapter. I worked really hard to move this forward (Writer's block why u do dis?)
L: If you sit as I usually do, then you can increase your deductive skills by 40%.
CAMB: Then how can I write on my laptop?
L: ...
CAMB: Moving on, just a warning: Mild language, Mild violence and blood, and a lot of Tokyo Ghoul terminology.
I do NOT own Tokyo Ghoul or Death Note. If I did, Mello wouldn't be such a prick and Touka wouldn't be so ė̷͖̝̌ ̶̗̀d̷̼̕ ̵̥̈́g̵̭͔͝ ̶̧̐̀y̷͓͂̅.
Without further adieu, let the chapter begin!
BOLD = Author's note at beginning or end of chapter
'BOLD' = Thoughts
Italics = ? *hehe not yet hehe* ?
"Quotes" = Dialogue
*Action/Noise* = A certain character making that specific sound or action
Gratitude unlocks the fullness of life. It turns what we have into enough, and more. It turns denial into acceptance, chaos to order, confusion to clarity. It can turn a meal into a feast, a house into a home, a stranger into a friend.
~Melody Beattie
Day 1 - Light-Centric (3rd Person POV)
Light had decided that it was for the best if he ignored his 'cell-mate' for a while. At least, until he could be comfortable enough to ask him more questions about where they are and why they're there.
Instead, he started to examine the room he was trapped in with his... companion. Ayato was currently sleeping, so he would have as much time as he needed to observe. The walls were painted with multiple stains, some of which looked disturbingly similar to that of blood. He had already figured out about the concrete floor, mostly because he had already had the right side of his face acquainted with it for multiple hours. The room had a odd... musk to it that set him off slightly. It is almost as if someone had been murdered in this room.
He pointed his line of sight at the ceiling. Surprisingly enough, there were two vents located on opposite sides of the small room. He started hatching an idea immediately.
'Both vents are completely silent. It's most likely that they are both not operating at the moment. If I can somehow pry one of the vents open, there's a possibility it will lead out of the room. That is, if I even pick the right vent in the first place...'
His mouth was turned in disdain. That 'if' was exceptionally unlikely to ever happen.
He would first have to get his hands out of the binding, which was already impossible unless his captor purposely removed them. Then he would have to choose the proper vent. Since there were two vents, it was very probable that there was a fan blocking the two vent shafts from connecting. There was a fifty-fifty chance that he would pick the correct one. Only one of the vents would actually lead to other rooms. The other would most likely lead to the cooling unit, which wouldn't help him at all in this situation since most AC units were closed containers at the outside of a building. Getting up to the vents would be a completely different challenge on its own. He would need to somehow acquire a ladder which is extremely unlikely that he would ever attain. If he did pick the correct vent, then he would somehow have to sneak past his captor without being detected. To add to that, this plan would be impossible without knowing the layout of the building.
Ultimately, his goal of escaping this room was unattainable.
He sighed in contempt. Maybe it was time to milk some information out of Ayato.
"Hey, Ayato. Are you awake?"
"What?" Ayato groaned in annoyance. It seemed like he really didn't want to talk with Light.
"Do you know anything about this place?" Light asked innocently.
"Not really..." Ayato paused for a moment, "Actually, there is one thing..."
Light motioned for him to keep going.
"The man that owns this building is called 'Kanou'. Other than that, I don't really know where we are or anything about the place," he shrugged.
"Well..." Light sighed, "At least we know who to blame for this."
'Still, why am I here. Why is Ayato here? I don't think I've ever met someone named Kanou... maybe? I don't think I've ever done something to make a person upset, unless...'
It cogs turning in Light's head clicked; The Death Note. There's a good chance that Kanou wanted that, after all, it was an easy way to get rid of someone you don't want without getting your hands dirty. Light didn't have his bag, so his captor probably took the book with him. He was at the mercy of this man.
However, there were two things wrong with Light's theory:
1. Why was Light was still alive?
2. Why was Ayato with him?
Light thought it was a fine time to poke into Ayato's past with Kanou.
"Did you know Kanou before my, uh, kidnapping?" Light said. He wasn't really sure what to call his abduction... incarceration? He did kill a person with the notebook and at this point, the guilt was finally getting to him.
"Nope," Ayato disavowed, "I just wanted to join Aogiri Tree and I ended up here. They said they needed 'someone just like me' for an experiment."
"Aogiri Tree?" Light questioned without thinking. He probably should have been more concerned with the fact that Ayato was supposed to be in an experiment, but that glossed over his mind.
"Wait, you don't know what that is?" Ayato asked in disbelief, "I guess they don't tell people about us anymore..."
"About 'us'?"
That seemed to ring a cord in Ayato. He probably realized that he was letting Light onto something most people don't and shouldn't know about.
"Even though my face is covered, I could still eat you. Stay away from my business," he suddenly threatened, fully aware of his blunder.
"Fine," Light grudgingly replied, "I don't know what you are hiding, but you're going to spill at one point. I have all the time in the world right now."
"Baka..." Ayato muttered, quite childishly. He looked ready to throw a tantrum if Light prodded any further.
There was something odd about this. Light couldn't put his finger on it, but there was something more to his kidnapping, and he didn't think it had something to do with that cursed notebook anymore. The Death Note was just insult to injury.
Day 2 - Light-Centric (3rd Person POV)
After a whole evening of not speaking to Ayato, Light finally got some shut-eye from his living-nightmare.
The next morning, he was greeted by Ayato's blue-purplish eyes.
"GAH!," he cried, banging his head on the concrete floor whilst expressing his surprise.
"Now you're awake," Ayato stated smugly.
"Why'd you wake me up?" Light said in a slight daze.
"Kanou walked into the room about an hour ago. He said he was going to introduce himself to you formally, but you were asleep. He should be coming back in a few hours..." Ayato trailed off.
Light's grew slightly wary as he absorbed what Ayato said.
His opinion on the man who captured him was more or less neutral. You'd think he'd be absolutely beaming with hatred at the man, but it was all reasonable when Light pieced it together. If this man wanted the Death Note, then he chose the right person to kidnap. That's that. Light just happened to be the guy that had what he wanted.
In fact, he would probably die at any moment.
But this situation was different. What could Kanou possibly want from Light now? What would he gain from confronting him? The only answer would come to him if he waited.
Patience is a virtue Light didn't have, but his options were limited. He would just have to make space for it;
Even if it killed him.
Day 2 (Evening, Approximately 6 hours later) - Light-Centric (3rd Person POV)
Light was staring at the ceiling for the 517th time that day. At the moment, he counted 787 cracks on the ceiling, the walls, and the floor combined.
To put it bluntly, he was quite bored. Again. Not to mention, he was starving as well.
In fact, he was so deep in his stupor of boredom, that he didn't even notice his kidnapper walk into the room.
Ayato made an odd grunting sound at Light, signaling the man's appearance.
Light drowsily turned his head towards the insane kidnapper. His eyes were lidded as he faced his abductor, mostly from the lack of sleep and the uncomfortable concrete floor he's had to sleep on.
The man had a metal briefcase at his side.
The man was also wearing a mask, as to not let Light on to his appearance. That or the man was just hideous.
Light definitely leaned towards the first possibility.
The mask was completely plain, completely white with no absolute pattern.
The man stared down Light through the small holes that were masterfully placed exactly where his eyes should be. It was almost as if the man was analyzing him.
"Hello, Mr. Yagami," the man greeted, "My name is Dr. Kanou."
Light didn't respond to this. Instead, he waited for Kanou to continue.
"Well, you must have gotten my name from that thing in the corner. Quite incredible it can 'replicate' speech, is it not?" Kanou questioned as he gestured towards Ayato, who was now curled into fetal position.
Light raised an eyebrow at the doctor's antics. Why was he dehumanizing Ayato? He was definitely missing something here. Better to wait and see.
"*Ahem* Anyways, I would like to ask you some simple questions. Will you answer them?" Kanou's tone hinted that Light really didn't have an option in answering.
Yet, he remained silent as a form of protest.
"Please don't make my work difficult, I rather finish this process quickly. I'll take your silence as a yes for now," Kanou said hastily, "Now, the first question: What is your blood type, Mr. Yagami?"
Light continued his silent rebellion. They sat in stillness for a good two minutes until the Doctor responded. Ayato made a whimpering sound before Kanou spoke.
"Well, I suppose you didn't hear me the first time I spoke," Kanou raised his hand above his head and dealt a hefty slap to Light's face.
As Light's face stung with pure agony, Kanou asked his question again, "What is your blood type?"
His words were dripping with malice this time.
Light choked out a half-hearted "A", ashamed that he could be swayed so easily.
Kanou made a sound of satisfaction.
'The bastard must be smiling underneath that moronic mask of his...'
Unable to successfully appease the stinging sensation plaguing his face, Light rubbed his right cheek against his shoulder distastefully.
"I suppose that questions was a bit pointless after all, the other one is type O," Kanou said cheekily.
Light's eye started twitching uncontrollably at this man's unnecessary cruelness. Then he realized...
'The other one...?'
"Never mind that, let's continue," the Doctor said with much enthusiasm, "Question two: Are you right-handed or left-handed?"
"Both," Light responded immediately. He wasn't risking another slap to his face.
"Ambidextrous, are we?" Kanou playfully questioned.
Was this man bipolar?
"Well," Kanou continued, "I suppose it doesn't matter which direction. I myself am partial to my right hand, so right it is."
The Doctor waited a few seconds for any sign of disapproval of Light. There were none other than the distasteful scowl directed at Kanou.
"I'll assume that is a yes," Kanou smiled, "Lastly, do you know what Ayato is?"
"A... child...?" Light asked with his head turned sideways. His mind was addled with confusion.
Ayato let out a primal whine, much like an animal surrounded by predators.
"Well," Kanou drawled as he lifted the silver case he was carrying, "Why don't I show you?"
Kanou gave a quick hum as he pressed the button on the case's handle. Light was dumbfounded when the metal case turned into a weapon resembling a scimitar with jagged teeth.
The weapon was highlighted with wonderful hues of blue and green along the blade and red along the hilt, headlining an aura of tranquility, yet still showcasing an emotion of rage.
It was almost as if the sword itself was a feeling.
"This," Kanou lifted the sword above his head, "Is a quinque." he said as he swung it through the air, creating a *whoosh* sound as it sliced through the empty space.
"It's a made of a metal casing and electrical wires to stimulate the RC cells inside the main component," Kanou described, "Simply put, it's a scientific marvel with a biological power source."
Light couldn't be more lost. The idea of something like this is completely preposterous; it just couldn't exist. Not with the technology they currently had.
"Although, the most important component to this spectacular weapon is," Kanou gestured towards Ayato, "A ghoul."
"Ghoul?" Light questioned, completely lost in thought.
"Let me explain, Mr. Yagami," Kanou continued with his scientific explanation, "Ghouls are creatures that closely resemble human beings in appearance and anatomy however, there are multiple things that separate them from being human. First off, they eat human beings to survive. At most, a ghoul can survive about a month before needing to eat another human."
Light came to an immediate realization. Ayato is a ghoul.
It made so much sense now. Ayato had threatened to eat him, and unless he was a cannibal, it would make total sense for him to do so.
That also means Light has been trapped with one of the most deadly predators to human beings. And survived.
"Secondly," Kanou continued, "They have an extremely high metabolic-rate which allows them to heal any wound inflicted almost immediately."
Before Light could even think about what Kanou said, the Doctor raised the scimitar-like blade and cut through Ayato's leg. It went through the flesh like knife to butter. Blood splattered across the floor and walls and the puddle that surrounded Ayato's now-wounded leg was ever-growing.
If there was one thing Light would never forget about this experience, it was Ayato's bloodcurdling scream that followed his untimely impalement.
Ayato's face was streaming with tears as his leg was repairing itself at a rate that was truly inhuman.
There were not doubts in Light's mind now; Ayato wasn't human.
After a few minutes, the leg was just like new. The only difference between the old and new leg were the slightly-darker nails that stood out on Ayato's foot.
"Unfortunately," Kanou explained, "The ghoul body cannot suppress the formation of scar tissue." Kanou said to explain Ayato's different nail tone.
"Another difference between ghouls and humans is that ghouls are completely unable to eat 'human' food," Kanou factually stated, "This is mostly due to the fact that their digestive systems are only made to digest human flesh and sometimes, ghoul flesh. That's not the only thing stopping them from eating however; their tongues have specialized taste buds that are meant to make the taste of humans quite delectable to ghouls. Anything else would taste absolutely horrific to them."
Light filtered this information through his mind. Immediately, he held a grudge towards ghouls. It didn't matter if they wanted to live or not; if they killed people, they deserve to die.
Hell, some of the sadistic bastards probably enjoy killing people. They probably get a kick out of it. Light's blood was boiling with rage towards the newly introduced species.
Yet, he kept his mouth shut in fear of his captor's wrath.
"Finally, the most important distinguishing factor from humans is," Kanou gave a pause for dramatic effect, "Their predatory organ, or the kakuhou. It is composed of special cells called 'RC cells' that can be used to form a kagune, which is the ghoul's predatory weapon. It is also the main biological component of the quinque I showed you earlier."
An extra organ. Just another thing that distinguishes these wolves disguised as sheep. With every word the Doctor spouted out, the worse Light's mood became.
"Right now Ayato is suppressed by something I gave him earlier," Ayato cringed in the background as Kanou spoke, "But maybe later, when it's worn off, we can demonstrate what a kagune looks like."
Light's head was bubbling with anticipation. Not because of the demonstration of the ghoul's special power, but the idea that the Doctor would leave in a few minutes.
"Any questions before I head off?" Kanou innocently asked.
Before Kanou could walk off, Light answered.
"Heart attack after 40 seconds," Light stated, "What does that sentence mean to you?"
"I'm not familiar with what you're talking about," Kanou declared, "Should I know something about this?"
Light shook his head no. After a few seconds of hesitation, Kanou took a water bottle out of his bag and unscrewed it. He then placed it on the floor.
"I'll leave this here for you," Kanou said, "After all, I don't want you dying of dehydration."
Kanou then took his leave from the dark and musty room.
Something was definitely wrong now. Kanou didn't want the notebook nor did he seem to have it, so why was Light here? What the hell was Kanou planning? Light needed to put the pieces of information he gained during his interrogation together.
Kanou wanted his blood type. Although the Doctor said it was unimportant afterwards, the question still stood. Not to mention, the doctor mentioned 'the other one' having type-O blood. It was something medical related. Definitely.
Now Light figured out that the Doctor definitely wanted to do SOMETHING to him. He was disturbed beyond belief, but continued speculating his future.
Another piece of evidence that Kanou gave him was when he asked him for his dominant hand. He wasn't exactly sure how this related to the situation at hand...
Maybe it would piece together later.
Lastly, there was the talk about the humanoid creatures. Ghouls.
'If Kanou thought it was important information, then why would he mention it to me?'
He had to think it out for a minute.
...
...
Light + Blood type + Ghoul Information = ...
...
...
Shit.
Kanou was going to do something involving him and Ayato.
A slow rumbling sound ached through Light's body.
Shit.
He was starving.
Day 2 - Kanou-Centric (3rd Person POV)
Kanou thought that it was a great idea to introduce himself. That, and he wanted to see his future-experiment up close.
His preparations would go along much more smoothly now that he had some extra information.
The blood type he asked for was completely useless. Not only because the other one was type-O, but also because he had the young man's medical records as well.
It isn't hard to find everything known about a person when you work for the government.
The CCG definitely gave him perks when it came to 'personal' research.
He had a building for his research purposes, a quinque for 'personal' defense, and all the funds he needs to pull off his experiments.
In reality, everything was set up in his favor. Nobody questioned his actions; in their eyes, he was researching for a way to rid the world of humanity's only enemy.
But, he wasn't.
His idea was innovative, but it wasn't to the benefit of mankind. It was to balance the world, not make it one sided.
If the war between man and ghouls were to ever end, it would have to be negotiated by someone who was both.
Light Yagami would fit that bill in a few days.
With human compassion and emotion and ghoul precision and strength, Kanou would create a new being that is capable of being the next best species.
Past experiments have failed, and the CCG's Reaper shows that major mistake. But Kanou's experiment would end differently.
All it took was a different organ to change everything.
His research was nearly complete at this point. Now he just needed to find the best way to execute his plan and to not kill his 'patient' in the process.
It was going to be difficult, nobody had to tell him that, but he was determined to make this dream a reality. Even if it started a war. Even if it destroyed a person's life.
No matter how wrong it was.
Day 2 - Ayato-Centric (3rd Person POV)
Ayato's leg still stung from the Doctor's cruel demonstration. The trails of tears that painted his face were now dry.
Now he was just feeling humiliated. After all, it was hard to make friends with someone when they learn you're a bloodthirsty monster that only eats people for a living.
Light was looking away from him and Ayato was starting to feel the intense air in the room. It was probably a good time to ease the tension.
"Sorry," Ayato said reluctantly, "For, you know, ... threatening to eat you..."
"You're disgusting," Light said sharply, "How can you live with yourself if you eat people?"
"I don't like it either," Ayato rebutted, "It's not like we do it cause' we want to. We have to, or else we'll die."
"Well then," Light persisted, "Here's a question that could change my opinion of you right here and now: Do you enjoy killing people?"
"No," Ayato answered honestly, "But that's only because where I come from, we eat suicide victims."
"Then you're not as horrible as I first thought," Light said while Ayato sweat dropped in the background.
"You don't need to be rude about it..." Ayato grumbled.
"But you still eat people," Light continued, "So you're not all that high and mighty."
"I don't eat for fun," Ayato declared, "I always try to put as much space in between eating, okay? I really try... a lot..." Ayato was on the verge of tears. After all, he's only seven. That, and the fact that it wasn't fun getting blamed for being a man-eating beast.
"Fine," Light finally submitted, "You're trustworthy."
Ayato gave a smile at that through his muzzle.
"But I wouldn't trust you with my life, Ayato," Light said.
"It's okay," Ayato announced, "That's one step farther, I guess."
The tension in the room dissipated slightly and everything went a little calmer.
Ayato was successful at calming his companion.
And making a friend.
CAMB: *Breathes In* The ending for this chapter was sooooo satisfying for me. It is just a little cute \(^-^)/
My fave scene was Kanou torturing Light though. I guess I can be really sadistic sometimes .-.
Light: I may trust Ayato, but I definitely don't trust you. At all.
L: The enemy of my enemy is my friend, so this writer is now the second friend I've ever made.
CAMB: *o* (i feel special)
*Ahem* Anyways, do you know what time it is?
Light: Time for you to have a heart-attack?
CAMB: O_O; uhhhh, no...
It's EXPLANATION TIME!
1. oke, so this chapter was separated into two parts cause
-I'm too lazy to write everything in one shot
-It's six days in imprisonment, so it can be split up nicely
-I want to have a consistent chapter word count
2. Light hates ghouls because I applied the mentality he had towards criminals. His ideology is "NO MERCY" so I thought he could be the same exact way towards ghouls. It just makes sense for his character.
3. Ayato is not a rebellious teen yet, so he has a crying-pass.
4. Kanou is bipolar cause why not?
5. Don't worry, Soichiro knows that his son is missing. That will be addressed next chapter.
And that's all.
Also, just from me here, I'm having the WORST time trying to fit in some comedy relief in this chapter. It's just, this is a lot of serious shit and we need something to just break the tension I'm setting down.
L: You can always insert an unfunny and very badly timed pun as I usually do.
CAMB: -_-; No.
Anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. This is the longest one I've written so far. Please favorite and follow for the update of content and please DO leave a review. I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing and it would help. A lot.
Next chapter is part two. It should be released within two weeks.
Thanks for reading :D BYE!
Chapter 4: A Week In Hell (P.2)
CAMB: YO! I'm dead inside .-.
Midterms got me ;-;
Now that those are done I can get back to writing.
Now remember how I said that this would be split into two chapters?
Yeah, I lied.
Light: Seems fitting for you.
CAMB: ;-; ouch
I seem to put so much detail into each day that It's just too much to have three days in one chapter.
This will now be split into three parts. Sorry if that seems pushed, but I want to keep a consistent 4000 - 6000 word count from now on.
Also, I haven't even addressed how great the support for this was. Thanks to all followers, favorites, and reviewers! Every bit of support helps!
Someone also mentioned in the review section that the description I gave to Kanou would make him a good person.
It was kind of what I was going for there, so good to know the message came across. I wanted the main message to be that "he's trying to do good the wrong way". He's trying to improve the world, but the approach he has is morally incorrect.
Guess what? I wrote this chapter in two days. My obsession is unhealthy.
L: But my sweets aren't, right?
CAMB: Very unhealthy.
L: *Cries*
CAMB: ...
Anyways! Let's get to the good stuff!
Just sayin' it here, I don't own Tokyo Ghoul nor Death Note. The only thing I own in this chapter is the maintenance intern "Joe".
Nobody likes Joe.
Just a warning for readers (READ THIS): Major Ayato backstory spoilers (Yes, from the manga), mild violence, themes about depression, triggered Ayato, and self-discovery Light.
From now on, ALL chapters have a curse word warning. I'm getting too lazy to write that warning each chapter.
I decided I'm not using Japanese honorifics in this story. Not only because It's hard to remember all of them, but also because the dubs try very hard to be 'english' so I'm sticking with the titles they use in those. Don't get mad about this, It's my decision.
I wrote the second half to this chapter to opening 10 of One Piece. Listen if you want to follow my thought process.
Without further adieu, enjoy!
BOLD = Author's note at beginning or end of chapter
'BOLD' = Thoughts
Italics = If italics are within a flashback separator, they are regular text / Enunciated text outside of flashback separators
"Italics" = Dialogue within flashbacks
'Italics' = Thoughts within flashbacks
"Quotes" = Dialogue
*Action/Noise* = A certain character making that specific sound or action
oO**Oo = Flashback Line Separator
"If you wish to travel far and fast, travel light. Take off all your envies, jealousies, unforgiveness, selfishness, and fears."
~Glenn Clark
DAY 3 - Soichiro-Centric (3rd Person POV)
There's something wrong with you if it takes a blackout to notice that your son has been missing for two days straight.
At least, that's what Soichiro thought.
It was about six in the morning when he first learned about this...
oO**Oo
It was a rough night for the police force; they were in the middle of a conspiracy-murder case that was introduced to them four days earlier.
The superintendent had them staying late for three days in a row and asked them to stay two whole nights to speed up the process.
Of course, the older man couldn't leave the task to his co-workers. Especially since he was the chief.
So the investigation went on for about 10 hours since his second shift started, and he hadn't had a break since.
Living on the taste of his coffee and the fumes of the computers working overtime, he had to stay conscious for this case. It may end up being his last if he wasn't sharp.
Still, he couldn't help but be exhausted. After all, it's human nature.
He told his wife the night before his extended shift that he wouldn't be home in time. It wasn't a surprise to her, he usually never came home anyways.
But now he had a nagging feeling in the back of his mind. That instinct that usually only kicked in when it was really important.
It was probably better to ignore it for now.
The room was silent except for the clicking and clacking of computer keyboards. Everybody was too tired to make a noise.
Except Matsuda; Matsuda was always loud.
Matsuda had started snoring loudly for the last two minutes and it had been driving everyone in the room insane. Finally, Aizawa, the savior of the Police Department, gave multiple hearty pokes in succession to Matsuda's stomach and, eventually, the young officer woke up giggling uncontrollably.
"STOP, THAT TICKLES!" Matsuda squealed through the laughter.
The chief sighed. It was going to be a long, long night.
Then suddenly, as soon as Matsuda calmed down from his tickle-induced fit, the power completely blacked out.
Everyone in the room simultaneously groaned.
'That's hours of work out the window...'
The whole force sat in silence as they waited for maintenance to assess the problem.
Finally after what seemed like ages, a young man walked into the room armed with a clipboard and a flashlight. He cleared his throat excessively before speaking.
"So, uhhh, t'seems like we got a blackout," the young man said, his voice cracking on nearly every syllable of the word 'blackout'.
"Thanks, Sherlock," Matsuda muttered. Aizawa then jabbed his desk-mate, once again, in the stomach.
"The grid should be fixed in, uhhh, maybe three hours? No, uhh, maybe five tops," the young man said enthusiastically while holding his fingers up, displaying the numbers he had just stated. His face was etched with one of those forced smiles that a store clerk or waiter usually put on for customers.
"T'also seems like the generator is busted too, so we got no backup electricity yet."
Was this man's job delivering bad news?
"The boss says you guys can take the next day or so off, the power probably won't be consistent for at least a day. But–"
As soon as the young man spoke his first sentence, the whole room rose from their seats and started heading towards the doors.
The intern started panicking immediately.
"Whoah! Guys, uhh, I meant the boss said you COULD leave, like only if you need to... or something..." the young man said desperately in order to keep his job, "At least five of you stay, please?" The young man was panting frantically, looking ready to drop from stress at any second.
Soichiro decided to be the better man and stay along with the rest of the detectives. Slowly but surely, he raised his hand as tribute towards staying at the Police Department.
"I'll stay," the Chief confidently stated. A few other officers raised their hands hesitantly but nonetheless certainly to support their colleague's cause.
For half a second, Soichiro swore he heard the young intern wheeze out a breath of relief.
"Great!" the young man declared over-enthusiastically, "The rest of you can go home."
A globular mass of human beings squeezed through the door as soon as the intern dismissed them.
"For the nice lot of you," the newly-hired intern continued, "You should probably call your families to tell them that you're staying here. Uh, mostly because the boss called everyone's emergency contacts saying there's been a blackout... and they think you're coming home..."
Soichiro took a deep, deep breath. It was time...
to call his wife.
He'd had his cell phone off during the entirety of his shift and it was just waiting in anticipation for its time to shine. That time has come. Now.
He excused himself from the room for a few quick moments and dialed up the Yagami house phone. Before he could press the call button, he noticed the numerous, stupendous amount of missed phone calls he got from his dear wife. He started getting really sweaty. It couldn't have been something good.
After a moment of hesitation, Soichiro pressed the button that would most likely lead to his death by the hands of his screaming wife.
A few rings later and he was greeted by the sound of his wife screeching into his ears. He recoiled at the first shriek and had to keep the cell phone two feet from his face before feeling confident enough to bring the weapon-of-deaf back to his ears. Once again, he took a deep breath and braced for the experience that would be this phone call.
He brought the object back to his ears, prudent to prevent deafness to his already aged ears.
"Hello dear!" he cried in a tone that stressed over-enthusiasm, "I know that the director just called you saying that there was a blackout, but I volunteered to stay with the other detectives. I just wanted to let you know... that I..."
Soichiro stopped talking when he realized something. Something that changed the gravity of this conversation for the worst.
His wife was sobbing.
"What's wrong?"
As if a switch had flipped in Soichiro's brain, the words he spouted out where completely serious and lined with concern. It couldn't have been good if Sachiko was crying; his wife was a strong soul. She wouldn't cry if the world was ending. At least, that's what he thought before now.
"He's gone," Sachiko spurted out in between choked sobs, "Light hasn't been home in two days, Soichiro. I don't know what's happening anymore."
'What?'
He knew his son, for the most part. This isn't something he would do. Not ever. There's no way in hell that his pride and joy would disappear like this. There's no way this could happen.
Right?
Unfortunately for him, it had to be real. There was no other reason as to why his wife was crying.
He knew his son didn't do this, at least, not on purpose. He could only fear that the worst had happened to his only son. He wasn't going to lose a child. He was going to do something.
Nothing else mattered except that.
After what seemed like an eternity since his wife's shattered response, Soichiro finally mustered up the courage to reassure his torn and broken wife.
"I'm coming home," Soichiro answered.
'Forget about work, this is more important.'
His wife didn't protest, she knew as well as he did that this took their first priority. They exchanged some solemn formalities and disconnected the call.
With the weight of the world sitting on his shoulders, Soichiro walked in to the room, face etched with one excruciating emotion:
Grief, that bereft devil. Soichiro wanted nothing else except his son. He could get fired for all he cared. It wouldn't matter if his family was broken apart.
The previously jovial detectives that occupied the room now seemed to match Soichiro's gloomy mood. Noticing their concern over his emotional health, he quickly went over with his announcement.
"I'm going home," Soichiro said blandly. Before anyone could oppose his decision, he added, "Something's happened at home..."
And just like that, he took a few somber steps before reaching out to the door and embarking towards his family in need.
Right before he closed the door he heard one of his colleagues.
"Chief..."
They cared. That was all that mattered to him. He was surrounded by people who had compassion. That's all he could ask for.
He remembered this sentiment and started his journey to his abode.
oO**Oo
It was about the tenth time his wife explained what had happened. Even after all that, the story still made no sense. There was no reasoning behind his son's spontaneous departure and absence.
None that he could see.
If they wanted a hostage, they could have taken Sayu. It was the easier option for any criminal to take the youngest child when it came to having a ransom.
The 'hostage theory' was also shot down by another thought Soichiro had. If anyone had wanted a ransom for his son, they would have started demands already. This wasn't the behavior of a criminal. Not your run of the mill criminal, anyways.
As of now, the only thing he could do was file a missing persons report and hope for the best.
He couldn't help but wonder what horrors Light could be going through right now.
DAY 3 - Light-Centric (3rd Person POV)
Light and Ayato were in the middle of a game of 'bloody tic-tac-toe'. The rules of the game were simple:
It was just tic-tac-toe but instead of using a pen or marker to play the game, they used Ayato's bloody toe as a writing utensil. Other than the odd choice of a writing instrument, the game was turning out to be quite entertaining. At the moment, it was satiating both of their uneasiness and making their situation seem more like a forced family get-together instead.
The downside to their little game was the smell of blood, pain, and amount of space they had to work with. At the moment, they had played about 34 games, all of which had been won by Light. If the two of them kept playing at this rate, they would have to start playing on the walls in about 30 minutes.
"How are you so good at tic-tac-toe? I always used to beat Touka at this kind of stuff..." Ayato complained, clearly upset about the most recent loss.
'Touka?'
Light nearly slapped himself in the face at his sudden realization. Well, he would have if his hands weren't bound behind his back. Ayato probably had a family. Parents, maybe even siblings too. How had he been so insensitive to this fact?
Any creature could have a family, even ghouls. His opinion was weighing now. Could it be that ghouls and humans are alike in other ways?
Physicality apart, it was most reasonable to think so. He'd completely pushed aside the notion that these creatures could feel. In that moment he hated himself.
How could he look down on them when he was being so indifferent?
Right there and then, he put aside his feelings against the human-counterpart species and decided to make friends with this little boy.
It didn't matter anymore that he was a ghoul. It was simply a symbiotic relationship. One that wasn't meant to be in the first place.
"I've decided." Light said with a certain ring of finality to his words.
"Wha?" Ayato mumbled, clearly confused as to where his companion's words came from.
"If my life were in your hands, I would trust you without hesitation," Light proclaimed, "Ayato, if your life were in my hands, would you trust me?"
This was the question that would start or end their friendship. A question that would cut the strings that held their fragile relationship together or strengthen those bonds.
It all depended on Ayato's answer.
"Uhhhh..." Ayato was clearly stumped here, "Well..."
He cried out in frustration, his brain fried from having to make such an important choice.
"IT'S SUCH A DIFFICULT DECISION!" Ayato cried out, hair raising and tears starting to stream down his face. Light swore that if Ayato had his hands unbound, he would be ruffling his hair intensely.
As Ayato started ranting as to how each choice held its own importance, Light started speculating as to why he made this decision.
'Why.. do I even bother?'
Ayato was obviously too young to make an actual decision for himself, which made him more trustworthy than Light could think possible. He was probably still dependent on his parents before he ended up here. It only made sense for Ayato's answer to be yes.
If Ayato put his life in Light's hands, he would be his guardian in this situation, and Ayato would depend on him relentlessly.
Light was okay with that. He wasn't any better than Ayato was, and he realized that. It wasn't hard to see the similarities when you've already committed a great sin.
Light's sin was murder. It may have been one person, a criminal at that, but the consequences on his sanity were enough to open his eyes. He couldn't be any more different from a child that kills to survive. Not by a long shot. It was his decision to kill and he regretted it.
All he could do was atone for his sins and look upon ghouls as equals.
After all, he was no better than a murderer. One that killed for no particular reason except to satiate their own twisted boredom.
He was less than human now. He accepted that.
Rather than gloom about his decrease in status, he decided to get closer to Ayato. God knows how long they'll be stuck together. That and the fact that he owed it to him.
What a fool he was for thinking low of him in the first place.
He started off with an easy question, a question that would open the gateway to a much darker past than he first expected.
"What's your family like, Ayato?" Light questioned softly, fully aware that this question could trigger Ayato's defensive side.
This question stopped Ayato's ongoing rant.
Everything in the room paused. There wasn't one bit of movement. Ayato remained staring at the wall, most likely debating whether or not to hide his past with his newfound friend. Finally after what seemed like a decade in waiting, Ayato chose to respond to his fellow prisoner.
"I had a mom and dad, a big sister too..." Ayato whispered gently, slightly wary of the conversation's topic.
Had. That was the word that changed the meaning of the whole sentence. It could mean all kinds of horrible, dreadful things.
Light solemnly nodded, fully aware of the dark path he was embarking upon. What an emotional rollercoaster it would be.
"But Mom died a few years ago..." Ayato went along slowly with his words, each syllable painstakingly pronounced.
As he started sinking deeper and deeper into Ayato's past, Light wondered something. Something quite obvious that Kanou neglected to tell him.
Can ghouls die?
Apparently, the answer was yes, according to Ayato. There was another question that promptly followed. Something that was quite logical in nature.
How can ghouls die?
According to Kanou's depiction of ghouls, they appeared to be strong, especially when it came to physical strength. Light didn't think it possible for a ghoul to die of disease nor sickness. Their bodies seemed too durable for that.
The only explanation he could muster up was death by old age, but even that didn't make sense in Ayato's situation. His mother could have been no older than 40 before dying, still young enough to live by any means possible.
'Is it possible that there's another dimension to this that I'm not looking at?'
Light skimmed his memories of what Kanou said about ghouls. Finally, he realized the answer.
Humans.
Ghouls could die of old age or by the hand of humans.
The prospect of having a quinque made sense now. Self defense really meant killing ghouls, even if they begged for mercy during their last moments.
The whole human race was naive towards this fact. They were in the middle of an immense war, and nobody realized it. Only those who knew about these creatures were willing to fight them off, hiding off every bit of evidence that could lead ignorant citizens to the truth.
This could possibly be the biggest cover-up in the history of mankind, and Light just discovered it over the span of two days.
Humans weren't the only ones being hunted. This was a two-way war, and the humans seemed to be winning it. With this prospect in mind, another thought surfaced through Light's enlightened mind.
'Would they hunt down innocent ghouls like Ayato?'
The reality Light lived in now disgusted him. He couldn't believe the insanity that was his own species. The morality of mankind...
Was only directed to other people. It wasn't directed towards anything else. No, anybody else.
It didn't matter that Ayato never killed anyone, they didn't see it that way. He was just another predator starting to grow up. To think Light was just the same a few hours ago...
It repulsed him to no end.
Criminals weren't the only evil in this world anymore. Every human seemed to match that potential of apathy. Not caring whether or not another soul perished from this world.
Truly, everyone was self-centered and uncaring, only glancing at others if their monotonous life was disturbed in some way. Light was unknowingly one of those many, until now.
He was vying for change, and nothing would stop him from doing so. He wanted to be different from the other indifferent creatures of his species. He wanted to become a completely different person by the time he came out of this. He decided that it would be his form of retribution.
If he came out of this alive.
It was kind of funny. In order to realize what a monster he was before, he had to become a murderer. A different kind of monster. Huh.
His mind finally returning to reality, he realized that only 20 seconds had gone by. Damn, was he a fast thinker.
Giving a quick glance at Ayato, he saw the dead, glazed look in the child's eyes. This conversation may have been a bad decision, but it was going to happen at some point.
No matter how hard Ayato tried to push it off.
Light decided to push the discussion along, slowly edging another question on as to not disturb Ayato's state of mind.
"Would you mind telling me how she died?" Light asked in a tone that could be classified as you're-going-to-get-a-cavity sweet.
"I didn't really know her that well," Ayato said blankly, "She died when I was only a year old..."
Whatever emotions Light had been tucking away in his pockets were starting to come out and rear their ugly faces. Goddamn emotions.
Still, there were some emotions that hadn't come yet. Some he hadn't experienced since his birth.
Before Ayato could continue his story, he realized something that was essential to understanding his past traumas.
"Light," this was the first time Ayato had addressed Light by his name, "Do you know what the CCG is?"
Light shook his head, indicating a very blatant 'no'.
"It stands for 'Commission of Counter Ghoul'," Ayato said frankly, "They're a part of the government that hunts down ghouls."
A part of the government? Light expected no less. If anyone could hide the existence of a species, it would be a government.
Too much power for their own good.
"You already know about quinques, so there's no need to explain that," Ayato added, "The CCG uses quinques to kill ghouls. That's their job. Sometimes they might capture ghouls, but only if they know 'things'. If you don't know anything, you're as good as dead."
Ayato sealed his last sentence by sliding his finger across his neck, a simple sign of death.
"There's one person in the CCG that almost every ghoul fears," Ayato said solemnly, "He's known as the CCG's Grim Reaper, Kishou Arima."
Another long pause separated Ayato's painfully clear words.
"He's the man that slaughtered my mother."
At that particular moment, Light's breathing ceased.
First came recognition.
Then pain.
Then hate. Seething, burning hatred.
Light's prediction was correct. How he hoped that he was wrong.
He couldn't find anymore solace in his own species. Not after the crimes his kin had committed.
For the first time in his life, Light felt sympathy. The alien emotion creeped its way into his usually apathetic thoughts.
To think he had pity for something that wasn't even of his own kind.
He looked at Ayato with soft, meaningful eyes. He didn't want Ayato to push himself to talk about this, it wasn't healthy to talk about things you've already grieved over.
"If it bothers you, you don't have to talk about it," Light said kindly, refusing to push this painful discussion any farther than it has already gotten.
"M'kay," Ayato murmured through flowing tears. He leaned his head against Light's shoulder, accepting the concept of being quiet for a while.
Light didn't mind. He let him be for ten minutes or so before deciding to speak up.
He was about to open his mouth, but then realized that there was a soft snoring sound originating from his own left shoulder.
Light let himself smile at that.
He may have just made his first friend too.
DAY 4 - Ayato-Centric (3rd Person POV)
Ayato's internal clock was screaming at him to get up.
Instead, he tried to move into a more comfortable position on the soft pillow he was situated on. Then he realized, it wasn't a pillow he was sleeping on.
It was a person.
He immediately panicked and scrambled away from the human being stationed right next to him.
Only seconds after doing so did he recognize the person. His friend.
Light was letting out a soft snore, something that wasn't very common among most people.
Most people snored like pigs. Like Touka.
Ayato let out a small chuckle at his thought.
He missed his sister.
She was one of the two people in his family that didn't leave. On purpose or by unfortunate circumstance.
His father made him promise to protect his sister. Touka vice-versa.
Yet, he managed to break both of their promises by making a stupid move. The one that made him end up here.
He just had to become stronger, for him and his broken family. He thought it would be worth it by the end.
What was he thinking?
Most ghouls that fought back against the CCG only made more trouble. He was safer being at Anteiku with Uncle Renji and Touka.
If only he had decided to settle down and stay home. He wouldn't be here.
Light probably wouldn't be here either.
Somehow he had managed to hurt everyone around him, even a stranger he didn't know before a few days ago.
He was hot-headed. Just like Touka said.
He remembered what happened the day he left. The day he decided to join Aogiri. The day he ended up becoming an experiment.
oO**Oo
Arguments. Quarrels. Fights.
So many words that mean the same exact thing.
Ayato couldn't help but be pissed off by the world's monotonous movement, the repeating schedules that his family followed.
It sickened him.
The fact that others of his kind drop like flies while those at Anteiku just accepted that fact and continued working.
He was different. He wanted to fight. He wanted to end their persecution. Their genocide.
The problem was that the rest of his family didn't.
He was the only one with a real fighting spirit, Touka coming at a close second, but even Touka wasn't willing to fight like he was.
No matter how much his family tried to convince him that fighting only made the situation worse, he continued to defy and argue.
This strain continued to the point where he could no longer stand sitting and watching.
So he ran away.
The night before he left, he argued extensively. He reached his boiling point. The point of no return to be more precise.
There were points along his journey when he considered returning, but thought against it. He wanted to prove them wrong.
Every last one of them would be wrong.
He had been following a ghoul. Not any ghoul however, an executive of Aogiri.
It took Ayato a while to find someone with any connections to the secretive organization. Most people who knew about its specific details were a part of it.
Finally, he stumbled upon one of the most feared members of Aogiri.
He was now following him.
The blonde-haired man in front of him, bearing a mask similar to that of a hockey mask, was an S-rated ghoul.
Yakumo Oomori. Jason.
Ayato couldn't see the expression on the man's face, but he had an eerie feeling about this encounter.
It didn't seem right.
Although every instinct in his body was screaming for him to run away, he continued following the quiet man.
He was praying that by the end of this meeting, he wouldn't end up face-first in a ditch. By God, he hoped he wouldn't.
Finally, after what seemed like ages, the blonde man stopped in front of a secluded, dilapidated warehouse.
'This wasn't right'
"It this Aogiri's base?" Ayato asked, hopeful that he wouldn't die right where he stood.
The man gave a nod. Although, it seemed like he was smiling for half a second.
Jason shoved Ayato through a broken window that was located behind a stack of boxes along the exterior of the destroyed building.
"Akihiro, I have what you asked for," Jason chirped happily.
It was a trap.
Damn, his instincts were on point this time.
Before Ayato knew it, he was locked into a chokehold by the person that led him to the secluded location.
A man wearing a plain white mask entered the room.
"Ah, perfect!" the masked man, supposedly called 'Akihiro', clapped, "You never fail to deliver, Yakumo."
"I know, I'm amazing," Jason gloated, "But you know the routine."
"Payment?" Akihiro asked, "Only after you get another one like this."
"Another ghoul? That'll be–"
"Human," Akihiro corrected, "I need a human adolescent."
"Why human?" Jason questioned, quite intrigued by his friend's intentions.
"Not yet, Yakumo. You'll find out soon enough."
"You know, that's too bad," Jason pouted, "That's the same answer you give me every time."
"Just get to tying the subject," Akihiro ordered as he tossed the blonde man a wheel of rope.
'Subject?'
"You heard him, kid," Jason began tying knots around Ayato's bare hands with rope, "Don't give me a hard time now."
"But you said–"
"Yeah, I lied," Jason smiled, "Isn't that a shame? You should see the look on your face! You look so devastated! IT'S ABSOLUTELY DELIGHTFUL!"
Jason was cackling as he tied the final knot in Ayato's makeshift handcuffs, Ayato struggling against the man's deathly grip.
"So, for the next kid, got any preferences?" Jason asked Akihiro.
"Not any specifics," Akihiro said, "Just try to find someone within ten years of this one's age. I can figure it out from there."
Jason stroked his chin in delight. Ayato looked at the slightly insane man, afraid for the next person to fall victim to his facade.
"This'll be fun," Jason whispered delightedly.
"Alright," Akihiro said abruptly, "Now that you're done with tying it up, put it in the 'special room'."
"Aye aye, Doctor!" Jason jeered loudly.
The Doctor visibly cringed at his employee's antics.
"Just go."
"Alright, alright," Jason whispered the last part, "You sad-sack."
"Hmm?"
"Don't worry about it."
Jason grabbed his hostage by the head and dragged him to the room deemed the 'special room'.
The last thing Ayato saw were the two beady eyes of the executive.
"Have fun with Doctor Kanou, little ghoul," Jason snickered.
oO**Oo
How much could one person regret something?
That was the main question on Ayato's mind. To him, regret was an infinite feeling.
He couldn't regret enough.
Before he could submerge himself in his own regret, the door to his and Light's secluded room was open.
A hand jutted in slowly, placing an unscrewed water bottle on the ground.
Before Ayato could register what was happening, he was rushing towards the cracked open door at the speed of sound.
Immediately, the hand darted back and the door slammed shut. Instead of sliding through the door crack like Ayato anticipated, his whole body crashed into the cold, metal door.
Painfully.
In fact, the impact was so loud that it woke Light up.
Quickly, Ayato checked to see that the water bottle that had been placed on the ground was not overturned. Luckily, it remained upright and unspilt.
He sighed in relief. The last thing they needed was to lose their only source of hydration. Who knows how long they would go without another bottle.
"Hmmm?" Light hummed inquisitively peering at Ayato with the one eye he was keeping open.
"Don't worry! Nothing happened!" Ayato exclaimed, trying to shrug off the embarrassing escapade a few minutes earlier.
For the first time, Ayato saw Light smirk.
"Yeah right," Light said playfully.
Ayato felt the hot-heated side of himself take over.
"W-WHAT?! NO! I'M SERIOUS! N-NOTHING HAPPENED!" Ayato was trying desperately to save face, tick marks appearing at the corner of his forehead.
"I saw the whole thing," Light sneered, having seen the Ayato's failure of an escape.
"I give up," Ayato grumbled, sticking his hands up in submission. He was extremely humiliated.
Light was probably enjoying this. Jerk.
He was definitely going to introduce Light to Touka. They would probably get along.
That, and it would be fun to see his sister get humiliated. Very fun.
Well...
That was if they both came out of this alive. Ayato decided to address this thought.
"Hey Light?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you think we're going to get out of here?"
Light's eyes darkened. Ayato understood. It may have been too early to make conclusions, especially ones that concerned both of their lives.
"I don't know, Ayato," Light stared up at the ceiling, "I hope we do."
Ayato stayed quiet. It was a depressing topic anyways.
"If only you make it out alive..." Ayato started.
Light gave him a strange look.
"Could you find my family? Would you tell them what happened to me?"
DAY 4 - Light-Centric (3rd Person POV)
"If only you make it out alive..."
Light stared at him incredulously. Was he actually asking him this right now?
"Could you find my family? Would you tell them what happened to me?"
"Of course," Light said without hesitation. They were in this together. He was sure that Ayato would do the same for him.
"Then I should probably tell you my full name then," Ayato realized, "It's Kirishima. Ayato Kirishima."
"Don't make those assumptions, Ayato," Light warned, "We can't just assume that only one of us will make it out alive."
Light was lying. Oh, was he lying.
He'd figured out what Kanou was going to do.
He just didn't have the heart to tell Ayato.
Damn emotions.
"You know as well as I do that our lives are at stake here," Ayato said, "There's no telling what could happen, Light."
As wrong as Light wanted Ayato to be, he knew that the child was right. This was an unpredictable situation. Even though Light had figured out what Kanou wanted, it would still be very unpredictable.
"I've told you my death wish," Light flinched at Ayato's phrasing, "What's yours?"
That got Light. He didn't have one.
What could he say?
It wasn't like he had any wishes. Hell, he wasn't even close to his own family.
With each step deeper and deeper into this hell, Light realized more and more that he wasn't even a real person before this.
He was just an empty husk. Emotionless and impassive.
As a stride forward, Light decided what Ayato would do if he were to die.
"If you get out of this alone..." Light paused.
He knew that the chances were low that either one of them would get out of this alive. He continued anyways.
"Tell my family I love them. Can you handle that?"
Ayato nodded fiercely. Light smiled.
"Good."
Even though Light was smiling on the outside, on the inside he was worried.
He knew what was going to happen to them.
He knew that only one of them would walk out of this alive.
He knew he was going to be the one that did.
CAMB: My god, these just get longer and longer. I can't help myself.
Light: Am I really that emotionless to you?
CAMB: ...
You murdered thousands of people.
Light: So?
CAMB: ... never mind.
Do you know what time it is?
EXPLANATION TIME!
1. So yeah, I can't split this 'arc' into two chappies so I'm doing three. Nothing I can do about that. The length of the chapters would bother me way too much.
2. Ayato spoilers are REAL. I literally stole his backstory from the manga, so I'm going canon with this. The only thing that's technically not canon is the way he ended up in Kanou's lab.
3. Welp, Soichiro's got a heart. I like the beginning to this chapter.
4. Yakumo = Jason. I hope it wasn't too obvious. Kudos to those who guessed correctly!
5. Light's changing, he's not gonna be the narcissistic jerk that Death Note portrays him as throughout the story. Nope.
Light: Stop bashing my personality. I'm a perfect person.
L: I see what you mean by 'narcissistic' now.
Light: *Punches L*
L: *Sidekicks Light*
CAMB: Erm, anyways...
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Wow. So you really read this whole thing? Like srsly... wow.
Well, don't have any hope in this styling of the story for it is long gone.
This is the only major update I'll have this month along with the re-write of the prologue.
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