Genre: Dark/Horror/Drama/Romace/Angst/Psychological
Rating: M for mature
Warnings: AU, OCC-ness, dark themes, some yaoi implications, your usual scary psychological horrific-disturbing mess.
Pairings: Can't give away yet, but there will be het, yaoi, and maybe, just maybe some yuri later on.
Z/N: I have only four things to say There's going to be (a lot of) plot….and CREEPINSS. Naru-chan's…yeah XD, I think I'm going to hell…again for what I did to Irukaand Sasu-hime is Sasuke with 60 more hime and a bajillion percent more evil!
Onto the fic! I hope you enjoy reading!
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or Death Note or anything else for that matter. This applies throughout all chapters.
Special thanks to my awesome beta-kitty, shy7cat! If I owned Kira, I would let her keep him as a pet.
XXX
"You're going to die, dattebayo!"
XXX
Within the spreading darkness, we exchanged vows of revolution
An evil flower sprouted for the reason that it was loved
Because I can't let anyone interfere
With everything that'll come about from now on…
-The World by Nightmare (Death Note Opening 1)
XXX
"When love rules, there is no will no power; and where power predominates, there is love lacking. The one is the shadow of the other."
-Carl Jung
XXX
Prologue
Beyond the realm of the human world existed another one, a world where often vulgar and dark entities dwelled. There was no sun or moon, in this world, and the dirt on the ground was made of finely crushed bones. The pungent smell of decaying apples and the feel of ice prickling the flesh were a few of the many foul experiences associated with this world.
The beings that dwelled there greedily prolonged their own lives by simply writing the names of human folk in a Death Note. Whichever human whose name was penned inside the all-powerful Death Note was destined to die. It was a type of unofficial agreement, an important balance for the constantly tilting scales of life, death, and birth.
How?
When?
Quickly?
Or excruciatingly slow?
Suicide?
…Or perhaps a touch of murder? (Something for those foolish cops to play with for awhile…)
All of these factors were decided by the whims of the one writing in the Death Note.
There were rules, of course…
OOO
Kyuubi was bored. He was currently sitting upon a large rock, picking scraps of rotten apple skin from the nooks and crannies of his slightly yellowed, sharp teeth. The lengthy life of a Death God, a Shinigami, had its perks as well as its setbacks. The main one being that if one had nothing fun to do with their infinite years of life (un-life, if you will), one would get bored in the same way he was right now and in the way of his fellow Shinigami, who sat in a circle a few feet in front of him, throwing dice and cackling softly.
The fox-faced Shinigami cracked his neck and stood, the heavy chains and skulls he wore on his person bumping against each other in a hollow melody. The fox's black, leathery, ripped wings extended from his back and flapped twice. If one were to look closely, he or she would be able to see that Kyuubi was the owner of not only one, but two Death Notes; he had won the second one in a clever trick against Death himself. Foxes were sly creatures, after all.
"…Where are you goin' Kyuubi?" a Shinigami questioned. The Shinigami gave the fox Death God a lipless smile. Maggots were festering in a hole located on his green-tinted flesh; Kyuubi shook his legs and arms. "…To the human world. If I stay here bored any longer, I'll want to write my own name in my Death Note. I'm going to make some fun."
Kyuubi was a chaos and destruction loving being. He lived for wild conflagrations, bloodshed, panic, and hysteria. Humans were oh-so-much more amusing when they were sobbing, whining, and suffering. Just the thought of causing such horrid events sent a pleasurable chill up the fox's spine.
A portal began to open in front of Kyuubi.It was a portal of luminous light that would lead him to an area in the human world for him to start his misadventures.
Even humans have the ability to wield the Death Note and rise to the status of a God
…however, even these "God-Like" humans always had a price to pay…
Final Judgment
Page One: Dead Last and a Death God
"'Ruka-otousan, I don't think I can stay awake…I feel so tired…"
The blond lay spread-eagle on the bed. His blue eyes were hazy and when he yawned, the tip of his candy pink tongue curled within his mouth. His hands were bound together with rope that chafed the surface of his supple, tanned flesh.
"That's alright Naruto-chan. You see, I put something special in your ramen so that The Game wouldn't hurt as much tonight."
"…Thank you 'Ruka-otousan…"
The first thrust came moments later.
XXX
"Today was supposed to be our four month anniversary. I went down to his grave and left him flowers," Haruno Sakura said. Uzumaki Naruto found it difficult to hear her voice over the roaring waves of the ocean below. When Sakura called him in the middle night and begged him to go down to the beach pier with her, the blond felt as if he had no choice but to go. Her voice had sounded so broken, so fragile and desperate.
Sakura stared at the ground, watching her feet take one step at a time. "You know, I'm starting to think that…well…" She stopped moving forward and looked down. The ocean below looked pretty, its water glistening from the moon's luminance. Billions of stars twinkled in unison above.
"…Are…are you going to be alright Sakura-chan? I think maybe you should take some time off from school, you need it. I'll come by your house everyday with work from the teachers and everything; I'm sure they'll understand. I'm sure he wouldn't want you to be…like this," Naruto replied, his voice laden with concern for his friend. His hands rested lightly on her shoulders as he rubbed them. In any other circumstance, Sakura would have pushed him away and accused him of being some kind of a pervert.
"Don't you think…it's strange Naruto I mean…Sasuke was an athlete. He ate healthy. He was young. How could…how could he have died so suddenly…and from…from a…heart attack, of all things?"
Her voice cracked while saying the last two words. If Sakura had looked at Naruto right after she finished her sentence, she would have seen him flinch.
"I don't know Sakura-chan…I think it's weird too. Hopefully the doctors can figure out why."
"…I think he was murdered," the pink haired girl replied quietly.
The wind picked up and the waves grew in size, slamming themselves against the strong wooden legs of the pier. The smell of salt of was sharp in cool night air.
"…What makes you…say that Sakura-chan? You can't murder someone through a heart attack! And who would want to kill Sasuke? Everyone loved him," Naruto explained evenly, "I really think you need some sleep Sakura-chan, we should go…"
"Stop trying to change the subject, Naruto," she snapped," I think someone killed Sasuke. Something inside of me keeps telling me so. I'm going to find out who did and how and why that person did it. Won't you help me Naruto?"
"Push her over the edge. She already knows too much, don't you think, brat? You could call it an accident," purred a dark voice from overhead.
"Ouch…Naruto you're squeezing my shoulders too hard…let go."
Sakura sighed softly as she felt the light pressure of Naruto's hands leave her body. She opened her mouth to say something else, but her voice got caught in her throat as a sudden strong force propelled her forward and over the edge of the pier. She plunged straight into the cold depths of the water and Naruto was able to catch only a flash of pink before the color became devoured by seemingly black water.
The third person, the last person of their trio who had been silent and isolated from the other two the entire time, spoke.
"Why are you just standing there dumbass?! She's going to drown…!"
What have I done? Did he see me? Will Sakura-chan—I can't let her die, but she knows, how the hell does she know—?!
The blond felt himself get pushed aside. A small object was placed firmly into his hands.
"Call for help you clumsy idiot, and hurry," barked the familiar deep voice. Before Naruto knew it, he had a cell phone pressed against his ear and the shadowed outline of that bastard had jumped in after Sakura.
You must be more careful next time; business such as this needs to be plotted out methodically. Don't worry, we'll get her next time, chastised a voice in the back of the blond's head.
No one except for Uzumaki Naruto was able to hear the wicked laughter of a fourth party.
XXX
"I didn't kill him," Naruto said to himself later that night as he sat in his bathtub, covered in bubbles, "This is all a dream that I'll wake up from and have Sasuke laugh at me about when I tell him. I did not push Sakura into the ocean. I didn't."
The creature hovering nearby snorted. Kyuubi's long, reddish ears twitched, "The Sasuke whose name you wrote down?"
"…I didn't kill him! Stop fucking say that! I didn't kill him…at least I didn't mean to, it was a test, an accident—"
"Oh spare me that bullshit! You wrote his name in the Death Note. You were fully aware what was going to happen by doing so. You were the one who was jealous that he was dating that pink-haired bitch you love so dearly. The same bitch who is close to knowing the truth. You're going to have to kill her. You killed Sasuke, brat. Suck it up. I don't see why you're sniveling anyway. You have the power to kill people as you please, in the easiest way possible. Instead of just sitting there and mourning over one death, why don't you embrace this one death as the start of many. Think of the possibilities…"
And then the gears in Naruto's mind began to turn. Dark thoughts began to sinuously fill his mind.
Kyuubi has a point. Think of all the kids at school that look down on you, those teachers you hate…all of your problems could disappear with the simple writing down of a name. Aren't you the one that craves adventure…aren't you the one who once said, "If I were God?" This is your chance, and you should use it to your full advantage.
And if you do this right, no one will ever find out…
XXX
Yamanaka Ino brushed her hair away from her face and propped herself on top of a desk. Several students in the classroom were pleased that it was time for their class break, for now they could get the scoop on the incident that had been reported on the news that very morning.
"I called Sakura this morning," Ino stated. She was the ringleader to everyone else's overwhelming curiosity. "And she doesn't really remember what happened last night. So, I was wondering if you could…clear things up for the rest of us. Like how she fell in. Well? Sasuke-kun? Naruto?"
"First losing Uchiwaga, and now this? Poor Haruno," one of students said. A few others nodded their heads and conjured solemn faces.
"Thank goodness Sasuke-sama was able to save her! Of course he'd do something so amazing," a female voice praised, murmured agreements following after.
Naruto looked away from the pairs of eyes focusing on him and rubbed the back of his neck, "Well, you see…Sakura-chan…she—"
"Tried to commit suicide," Uchiha Sasuke announced in a clipped tone, causing the class to fall into a hushed silence. Ino found the tips of her fingers covering her mouth in horror. Naruto turned around in his seat and gaped at his friend whose face was hidden behind a book.
"Sasuke—"
"…So the dobe and I would appreciate it if you didn't harass Sakura or treat her any differently. It would just cause more stress."
The circle of bodies surrounding the two boys dispersed with the revelation of such news. Sure, if it had been any other student, it would not have been such a huge deal. But since Sakura's case was mentioned in the media and since the police had taken Sasuke and Naruto out of class for further questioning this morning, Haruno Sakura had quickly become the subject of gossip school wide. Even the teachers were talking about her.
Naruto grabbed onto the edges of Sasuke's desk and leaned in, his voice muted to a whisper.
"Teme, why are you telling everyone Sakura-chan's business? You know she hates that."
Sasuke gingerly placed his book down, slipping a bookmark into the page where he had left off. Naruto found himself enraptured for a moment, amazed by how Sasuke's hair seemed to move on its own accord, giving way to the ebony pools that were Sasuke eyes.
Sasuke closed the distance between them and Naruto felt his heart skip beats.
"Would you rather I tell the truth then, usuratonkachi? I was paying attention that night. I saw you push her."
XXX
Umino Iruka was completely unaware of the bowl of apples floating behind him as he watched the six o'clock news.
"…Prisoners in jail have been mysteriously dying from heart attacks all over Japan—over fifty cases have been reported in the last two hours. Authorities are now…"
But Iruka was not paying much attention to the news. A sudden light knocking at his door gave Iruka an excuse to get away from the depressing news broadcast. It was Sasuke. He was wearing lip gloss and girl jeans. There was some kind of cutesy design on the back left pocket.
Iruka swallowed thickly.
"Ah, good evening Sasuke-kun! How's your family doing…?"
Sasuke was already halfway up the stairs. He paused in mid-step.
"…How am I supposed to know? I barely see them."
"…O—oh…right. Well, when do see them, won't you tell Fugaku and Mikoto hello for me?"
Sasuke gave the quickest of nods before heading the rest of the way up, presumably to Naruto's room.
Iruka sighed. He would have to take care of a growing problem before he could go and begin preparing dinner.
XXX
"My, my brat, you've sure been busy today," Kyuubi said after eating three whole apples without chewing, "It's good to see you've moved on from being a pussy about things." Kyuubi had returned just as quickly as he had left.
Cerulean eyes flashed in irritation. Naruto sat up in his bathtub. Rivulets of water and bubble soap trickled down his bare chest and into the ersatz sea below.
"You're no help at all Shinigami! All you've done so far is eat my apples and make fun of me! And—and I think you're a pervert! You're always in the bathroom whenever I shower or take my bubble baths…!"
Kyuubi sliced an apple into equal pieces with a claw on his hand. He looked bored.
"Stupid brat. I don't have to do jack shit for you. I only do things that benefit myself, got it? I didn't choose you to get the Death Note, you just so happened to be the dumbass that stumbled upon it."
The fox paused as he devoured his apple slices. The fur around his lips was wet from the sticky juice of the fruit.
"And besides, your revoltingly human body does nothing for me. Don't try and flatter yourself, brat."
With a witheringglare, Naruto submerged himself back into the warmth of his bath and closed his eyes.
I'm so messed up…
OOO
Ten minutes later, Naruto exited his bathroom, already dressed in his pajamas. He ran his fingers through his still-wet hair as he approached his room
"…That's weird…I thought I locked the door," the blond said quietly to himself as he pushed the slightly ajar door fully open. The radio in his room was on and was playing some American song.
Uzumaki Naruto's heartbeat raced as his eyes fell to the black notebook that Uchiha Sasuke held open on his lap. A blue pen performed a danced in the midst of the raven-haired teen's fingers. His nails, Naruto noted, were painted a dark crimson.
"So this is why you've been acting strange lately usuratonkachi. This little notebook here…it's explained everything to me. Everything you've been trying to hide."
Naruto took a step forward, "Sasuke…that notebook…it's a joke…really. You see—"
"…According the rules written in here—aren't you glad we can read English? — Whoever's name gets written down dies. And if a cause of death isn't specified in at least 40 seconds, then that person dies of a heart attack. Uchihwaga Sasuke's name is in here, as well as some of the criminals mentioned in the news reports."
"Let me explain—"
"Don't try and lie dobe," Sasuke replied coolly, "I know. You can't hide anything from me."
Kyuubi chuckled and slapped a hand on his knee, "Hey brat, I like this kid a lot! He's got you whipped!"
Naruto turned around and glared at the Shinigami, "Just shut the FUCK up Kyuubi!"
Sasuke tilted his head, "Oh. So that's the name of that creature floating above you?"
Naruto turned back, facing Sasuke once again. The blond's forehead was wrinkled with panic and worry.
"Sasuke listen to me. It's a joke, that notebook…is nothing but a fake…you're dreaming…"
An eyebrow raised in response, "Really Na-ru-to?"
A blue eye twitched; Naruto hated the way Sasuke was making him feel, hated the way Sasuke was taking control of the situation, mocking him, and shining through like always. Naruto felt ill.
"Let's test this joke then, shall we Naruto? If I am dreaming, you won't die when I write your name in this Death Note."
"Sasuke wait, you wouldn't—!"
Sasuke smirked.
Is this what true power feels like? I like it. I want it. I need it. Always needed it…
The pen the Uchiha held in his hands began to dance along the surface of a blank page as Sasuke started to write out Naruto's full name.
XX Tear Page Out XX
Z/N: And the story will get even more disturbing from here on! Explanations on how Naruto got his Death Note shall be explained in upcoming chapters! If you're never heard of Death Note, I'd suggest you Wikipedia it, or read the manga/watch the anime. It's amazing! For this story, I plan to use the basic outline of Death Note (a Kira, a Misa, and an L) and move on with my own plot and twists from there on. If you enjoyed reading, REVIEW! Sent me polite criticism! Tell me what you liked and didn't like! I need to know if Project Naru-Death Note is worthy of continuing or not. Until the next spine-tingling chapter…
Ja ne!