Disclaimer: I own none of the characters and concepts from Death Note or Bleach, I'm only borrowing them for my own amusement. This story is not for profit in any way, so don't sue me.
Death Note: The Yuri
Light Yagami was a beautiful child, everyone agreed. The brown haired beauty stole the hearts of everyone who met her. As she moved out of elementary into high school she drew the boys like honey, never dating yet managing to put they young men off without offending them. Often she pleased that she was studying for entrance exams, which was also true.
What most people did not know was the subtle disatisfaction that churned in Light's mind. She looked out at the world through eyes that judged it and found it wanting. What was the point of university and a dead end job? What was the law doing, letting killers and rapists go free? How could the girls in class be so stupid and vapid? All of it churned behind her sweet smile and warm gaze, as she walked through her life.
Until she found IT.
The plain black notebook was warm to the touch, as if someone had just held it. The cover read simply 'Death Note' and within were the instructions on using it, rediculous instructions on how simply writing a person's name in it could bring them death. Without thinking about it she tucked the book into her bag, contemplating studying it more when she went home. She called out greetings to her parents then went up stairs, opening her bedroom door to throw her bag on the bed.
Only a strange woman was sitting on the bed! She wore old fashioned garb that resembled a samurai's, a white outer robe belted in black, black pants and white socks with black sandals. She looked around the room casually, munching on a apple as if she hadn't a care in the world.
"Don't cry out," the woman said calmly between munches on her apple, "your family won't be able to see me anyway."
Light was surprised that as she met the woman's eyes she felt almost eerily calm. "And why not?" she asked her.
The woman finished off her apple, even breaking up and swallowing the core. "Because I'm a shinigami," she said calmly, "and only someone like you who's held my Death Note can see me."
Light's mind raced. She knew the stories of shinigami, the death bringing spirits, but she had expected a bat winged monster, not this pretty young woman sitting on the bed. "Follow me downstairs," she suggested, "if my family doesn't see you, I'll assume you're telling me the truth."
"Of course," the woman smiled as she gracefully stood.
A few moments later and Light was back in her room, at least tentatively believing the shinigami. There had been absolutely no reaction from her family and sister, they hadn't noticed the woman at all. And she was certain they weren't playing a joke, her parents were some of the most humorless people on earth.
"What do I call you?" Light asked as she flipped through the blank pages of the Death Note, her expression thoughtful.
"Rukia," she answered simply. She leaned forward as she studied light thoughtfully, "Are you going to use it?"
"I don't even know if I believe you about it, Rukia," Light answered honestly. As Rukia was about to protest she added, "I believe that you're... supernatural. I have to, if only to accept your invisibility. But a shinigami?"
"You're the most skeptical woman I've seen in years," Rukia noted just a bit admiringly. She nodded to the miniature TV on the desk, "Turn that on. I'm sure you'll find something to test it on."
Not liking feeling manipulated Light still turned the TV on, agreeing that somewhere on afternoon TV there was a worthy victim. As she flipped the stations she paused at watching a particularly vicious gossip monger, then moved on to the news. The top story was live coverage of a hostage taking, school kids being held by a local criminal.
Light listened till they gave his name, then opened the Death Note to a blank page. "I just need the name, right?" Light asked as she began to write.
Rukia nodded, "Yes. Of course you can specify method and time of death, but just simply writing in the name causes a heart attack within sixty seconds."
"There," Light finished as she set the book aside to watch the television and mused, "in sixty seconds we'll see." Time seemed to tick past slowly as they waited, and Light watched the reporter thoughtfully,. Sixty seconds passed and nothing happened, leaving Light vaguely disappointed, "Well, there we go...."
"Wait," Rukia ordered softly as she grabbed a apple and bit into it noisily.
After a few seconds children streamed out of the building, running to the police who soon sent officers in. A few moments later the bright eyed reporter informed the public, "the kidnapper has died of a heart attack! The kidnapper is dead, ladies and gentlemen!"
Light switched off the TV, her expression faintly stunned. She picked up the Death Note, studying it as thoughts raced though her mind faster than ever before. '"With this," she mused aloud, "with this I can change the world!"
'I'm glad she found the Death Note,' Rukia thought to herself, hiding her smile as she ate her apple, 'this is going to be very interesting.'
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Some weeks later, in another part of the world the woman known as L frowned as she sat cross legged in her room, typing out a report to the officials at Scotland Yard. She hated cases like this, cases that were too easy by far. The answer was obvious to her, as it should have been to any decent investigator, and she including scathing comments in with her conclusions. She fired it off then got up to stalk around her room restlessly.
A mind like her's needed something to occupy it, much like a race horse needed to run. Oh, she enjoyed her cake and lazing around, but only after a suitable effort had been done,. This half satisfaction was a poor substitute, and she needed something better to sink her teeth into.
L walked over to the files her manager had left, hoping for some stimulation. She flipped through them, absorbing data as she read with flickering eyes. She paused, then backed up as she reread, her expression thoughtful.
'Cardiac arrest,' L noted as she walked over to her laptop and began to cross reference files. She was the last resort for so many agencies she had access to incredible amounts of data as well as having a near superhuman ability to spot patterns and trends. It didn't take her long to spot the pattern, but for a moment she couldn't believe it.
'Death rows are being emptied,' L mused as the slim, boyish woman studied the files, 'hundreds, possibly thousands of men all dying of perfectly ordinary heart attacks. And no evidence of murder, autopsies all coming up perfectly clean. Almost as if the hand of death had decided it was these mens' time.' But L knew this was in no way natural, there was no way this many criminals could be dying... and often at exactly the same time!
"This may well be the largest murder investigation of all time," L actually began to smile as she mused, "at least it should keep me busy for awhile."
To be continued...?
Notes: Wrote this as a experiment to see if I could write Light and L as females. Not quite sure if it works, honestly. L comes across more like a female Sherlock Holmes than the normally lethargic L. If there's enough interest I may continue it, we'll see.