FaLLen
(Author's note: Obviously all Deathnote related characters/words are copyrighted to the original creators. This story is going to end up being long, I hope (not sure how long yet), with some romance along the way between various characters. I'm working mostly off the first two movies, but I've read the first 8 volumes of the manga so far, so I hope that it will be accurate. Please bear in mind that I'm only a fledgling writer, but I'll try my very best to make sure my grammar and punctuation are accurate. Also, please tell me what you think! I'd love some feedback, but please don't be negative unless you're criticising in a constructive way. Thank you for reading! - Mirelle)
Chapter 1 – Falling In
Katrin-Blue Coulton switched on her TV, and pressed play.
It had been the most awful day. Nothing had gone according to plan. It had been the day in which she was supposed to be receiving her university acceptance letter, but it had been sent to her old house, her parents' house. Her mother had found out that she had chosen to go into performing arts after all, and had just about disowned her. So, now she felt crap. It was time for her to make that escape to the one place she knew she could feel safe, calm and unafraid. She had watched these two movies so often she could quote them word for word, either in the original Japanese or by the English sub-titles. She had read the manga series so often that the books themselves were falling apart.
She waited for the titles of the DVD to roll. It was taking longer than usual to load …
Whilst waiting, she pulled her sleek black hair out of its ponytail, letting it fan out into its usual frantic mane around her face and shoulders. She kicked off her shoes and pulled off her socks, then tucked her feet up onto the edge of the chair.
"Come on, load already, I need some Deathnote love today," Katrin muttered, pulling a face at the blank screen. As though responding to her plea, the screen flickered into life, though what she saw was not the title sequence, nor was it an error message.
A pair of fierce, maniacal eyes faded into view. A harsh voice whispered something that Katrin could not understand, and then the screen faded to black. Katrin felt herself being pulled towards the screen, as though by some invisible cord wrapped around her waits. She resisted, shocked by the sudden, strange tugging, but was pulled nonetheless, across the room until she was pressed against the screen of the television.
"HELP!" she cried, instinctively, pushing her flat palms against the screen to stop herself being pulled against it. The pain around her waits suddenly intensified to an agonising level and she blacked out.
Somewhere in a world beyond our own, a God of Fate watched as the dark-haired girl disappeared into the television. With a chuckle, he placed her into the very story with which she had become obsessed…
L jumped into his chair, resting on the balls of his feet, hunching over his laptop. He stared at the figured on the screen.
"Watari ... I believe there is a ninety percent chance that Kira is in Japan. I would like to return there immediately," the young man declared, in a flat voice.
"I shall arrange for a jet to take us as soon as possible," the older man, wearing a smart suit and a fond smile, replied.
"Thank you," L replied.
He started as the screen of his laptop turned blank. He peered at it, in curiosity, as two amber orbs appeared and a harsh, sharp giggle emitted from the speakers.
"Malfunction..." the dark-haired young man muttered. "Watari, step back. There is approximately a forty percent chance that it will-"
L had no chance to finish his sentence, as something exploded from the screen, with a piercing shout. Whatever it was, it came forth with enough force to knock him off his chair and send him flying back across the room.
"Ryuzaki!" Watari called, using one of the the young man's false names out of habit. He jumped to L's aid immediately. Someone was sprawled on top of him, and Watari wanted to move that person off him. It was a young woman, with long dark hair and odd clothes. Watari gently rolled her off L, onto her back. She seemed to be unconscious, as did the detective, so Watari quickly put them both into the recovery position.
L was the first to some round, a minute later. He felt a sharp pain in his abdomen where the girl had hit him, and if he looked under his white t-shirt, he would have seen a large bruise beginning to blossom. He sat up slowly, onto the balls of his feet, to look at the girl.
"It's a human ... But she came out of my computer. This makes no sense ..." he murmured. He pressed one finger to his bottom lip and frowned at the impossible girl, whose features crumpled as she began to gain consciousness. She gave a soft groan, but made no attempt to open her eyes or sit up. L took a moment to inspect her.
"Caucasian, about eighteen years old I think," he pondered aloud. He took in her hair - straight and black but a different texture from most Japanese people's. Her skin was pale, almost sickly in colour, though her cheeks and nose were flushed. Her turned up nose was crusted with almost dried blood, as though she had suffered a nosebleed recently. Her lips were coated in what appeared to be black kohl and her eyes were dusted with grey eye shadow.
Katrin-Blue Coulton gave a second soft groan, and opened her eyes, slowly, one after the other. Her own grey eyes met the dark eyes of the young detective, whose face she knew right away. She did not dare believe what she saw, but failed to stop herself muttering his name, bewildered. Was she hallucinating?
"L... Lawliet?"