This is a sequel to "Shinigami Eyes", which is my most popular story to date. You have to read that before you read this or else have no hope whatsoever at all of understanding this is the slightest bit.
This takes place two full years after Shinigami Eyes, and one year after the one-shot sequel to that, "Interlude." Visit my profile for the full list of stories in this universe and the order in which I suggest you read them.
This story is still a work in progress, but I asked you all if you wanted me to start posting what I have and update once I finish another chapter or if I should finish the entire thing first. The former won out, so here is the prologue. This story will deal with the following: depression, homosexuality, terrorism, descriptive writing (not sex), murder, language, and the boatloads of angst that come with unrequited love. In lesser amounts: medical, genius and everything that goes with that, abuse, character death. If I stumble across something while I write this, I'll add it to the top of the chapter where it takes place.
Because I want to have as much written as humanly possible, I will be updating this monthly until it is finished, and then will return to my weekly-updating norm. Do not expect another update until June.
Thank you all so much. This story has grown so much beyond what I had originally imagined. Hope you enjoy it.
Sharp, intelligent green eyes snapped to meet the brown ones of the other person in the room. A voice, deep and unnerving, questioned lowly, dangerously, "What do you mean? You can't do it?"
The brown eyes rolled in their sockets and the person stepped closer to the computer screen before them, leaning on the desk. Neither faced the other. "Of course I can do it," they snapped, glancing angrily at the partner in the dim white light provided by the computer screen.
"You'd better," the other warned, and the sound of a safety clicking off a gun echoed in the small room, resounding off the walls. "Or you know the punishment," they whispered, the gun moving to rest against the temple of the smaller figure and pressing harshly, sure to leave a mark later.
Snarling, the brown-eyed figure knocked the gun away, making the holder slam their arm on the desk and howl with pain. The threatened figure said fiercely, "It was just a small amount of technical difficulties. You can calm the fuck down."
Clearly enraged, the larger of the two whipped around to face their partner, their voice resonating, "You had better not dare do something like that again, you fool! Not after everything I've done for you!"
The other snorted and pointed an accusing finger, the limb shaking with suppressed rage. "You've done nothing for me," he whispered harshly. Lips curling, the other revealed white teeth, but the smaller seemed unfazed. "I'll get it done," he said, and began to walk away, shoes clicking on the concrete floor ominously.
When he was gone, the other turned and faced the computer, muttering, "You'd better. You'd better."
In the corner of the room, a figure shifted in the dark and the chains brushed against the walls of the iron cage around them, clinking loudly in the silence of the dark. The figure whipped around and fired a single bullet, which imbedded itself into the wall behind the cage. "You be quiet, Shinigami!" they roared, and turned swiftly back around, muttering.
Said Shinigami stared at the figure's back, red eyes gleaming. "You, too, will pay, you pathetic excuse for a human," the being whispered, almost inaudible.