Re-Light Continued.
~Notice: It's entirely possible for you to have seen every episode of Death Note and not be aware of what Relight is. That's fine. Relight was a compiled anime movie showing of all the events of Death Note. There were eventually two Relight movies, all in a first person point of view from Ryuk. What's significant about this is that Relight showed the Shinigami version of Light after his death on the staircase. Shinigami Light then meet Ryuk and left for the human realm. That was all it showed. It was curious to say the least. So I'm going to attempt to add to that clip. Enjoy. J
Re-Light Continued #1
The gate to the human realm was now open.
A new shinigami waited at its entrance, slowly pacing towards it.
The shinigami version of Light dragged his feet slowly along the grey-black stone to the portal. He looked up at the portal, Death Note in hand, and smiled a real smile for the first time in a long time. But only seconds after rage once again corrupted him as he slammed his skeletal fist into the stone wall.
The portal shined an ocean blue with white swivels of melted marshmallows flowing in a whirlpool around that blue. Light could even smell the population of the human realm on the other side of the portal, the smell of trash and age old remains.
Light knew he could still save the world.
His hand grazed the edge of the portal as it slowly consulved and attracted him inside.
He emerged on a small remote beach. It was pitch black in the sky, and small dots of where an eraser had been filled it. He walked to where the beach veered off into a grove of tall grass.
Light waved his arms through the grass and felt a million straws made of feathers flow around him. Ahead of him a collection of tall rectangles and blackened shapes with glowing patterns, all clustered together with helicopters and planes forcing a loud pew sound from above.
A perfect domain for God to return.
Maniacal laughter filled the air.
Light raised his limbs outside the tall grass and into the sky, as they waved around in erratic and random directions.
They looked like noodles flinging from side to side almost. The city still loomed about and beyond the small grove. Nearby a small tree called Light's name and proclaimed its opinion of him coming over, its leaves bristling in the wind like chimes.
Light thought that was an excellent suggestion.
He procured his new Death Note and put his arms down.
Light made his way to the tree slowly, dragging himself through the tall grass until he was slumped down on the trees side.
The trees bark felt like sandpaper and bacon as Light leaned his head onto it calming it as his new pillow. He gasped the nature coxed air into his lungs, honing his senses to where he was now. It was a hot shower as the air flowed out of his mouth.
Light opened up the Death Note.
Its pages practically glowed upon his face, completely void of writing.
Smiling, Light used his new shinigami fingers as a writing utensil as he pressed down on the page and wrote… Near.
Images and memories of the boy blew into his thoughts. His unbelievable luck and adult intelligence. His riffled milk white tangled bushy mess of hair flowing down. Curling around the Death Notes pages.
The memories then subsided.
Light clenched his teeth.
He couldn't recall, not even with all of his thoughts focused, what Nears real first name had been. He scribbled out what he had wrote and hastily closed the Death Note and shoot off the ground.
His feet felt tired and dragged. He induced occasional nausea like green fluid in his vision upon himself. Light sighed an exasperated breath of arsenic.
He knew he couldn't do it again.
He would need a puppet to fight for him.
Light broke into a sprint towards the looming city ahead of him.
He could feel the consistent spit of a fan in front of him, sending flowing waves of air all around. As he ran, time ticked by like gelatin sliding. It was tedious, monotonous, and most of all frustrating to Light.
He entered into the city of Fukuoka.
Its towering beams of red glowing space rained down on Light. This made him laugh. Nobody saw. Light ran to the side of a large complex as differing and various plans of action spiraled around his skull.
A variety of different vehicles drove by, headlights blaring Lights vision like a flashlight directed in someone's eye. Sign posts hung above each individual corner, presenting their unique street name to the cars drifting by below.
Light sat down on the curb.
He looked out at the city.
He got drunk on its eloquent light and texture, as is eyes flew around its corners, touching everything they could.
Lave red contrasted with silky purple over a canvas of yellow. It was a menagerie of colors encased by buildings and advertisements.
Light then blinked, and time flew away.
It was early morning and the sky showcased bright light down upon Fukuoka. Light's shinigami body slowly awoke from its mummified slumber and got to its feet. He watched as differing varying people traversed to their next desired location. Burly business men, bummed homeless, casual runners, and one lonely school girl strengthening her arms to carry a towering pile of books.
Her feet were swindling chopstick arms, and her schools books were the base of those arms. She had prominent brown lushes' hair like milk chocolate and an exceptionally tall figure for someone of her communal stature.
She walked in confident strides and lifted her head above the book pile like an Easter Island head. Light could hear her casual footsteps from a distance away, each one an expertly timed tick of a clock.
The shinigami made his way to the girl.
Light walked beside the girl all the way to her front doorstep.
As the girl opened up the fall orange door, Light rushed passed her and into what he could only assume was her room. Once inside, (he floated through her door,) he laid his Death Note on her carpet and subsided to the corner of the room.
The carpet featured a mixed pattern of red and pink, an odd and ironic choice for the puppet Light thought. He then noticed the remarkable similarity this girl's room had to his own back at the Yagami household. He saw her tan brown desk, stiff and organized like a cubical both. Her personal balcony with roses on each corner. Light brushed his hands over the roses and smelled their decaying scent. He looked out at the world…He finally was a God.
It wasn't exactly what he had expected.
But just as the philosophical thought passed, the door opened, with the girl at its entrance.
She made her way to the desk but stopped midway.
The girl looked at her new notebook on the carpet, its black contrast with the carpets color presenting it as an extremely foreign object. The girl's brows lunged downward as she felt the Death Notes smooth pages and dense leather cover.
She called out, "Mom! Did you get me a new journal? One that reads, 'Death Note?'"
Light suppressed a laugh and hide on the backside of the balcony, hanging like a wild monkey of death.
Ownership of the Death Note had just been passed on.
The girl's mother Light guessed called back, her voice echoing down the halls and corridors of the house, "No sweetie. I didn't get you a new journal. Are you sure it's not one of your old ones?"
A banana shaped smile spread across the girls face. She stood up, flipping through the Death Note's pages until she arrived at its back. Carved on the back page like a cave painting were the Death Note's rules. Light paraphrased the rules to himself. He knew them by heart.
The girl replied to her mother across the house, "never mind mom, I think this is one of my old ones like you said!"
An echoed scream returned, "Okay, that's fine."
Then the girl began reading the Death Notes rules allowed, yet simultaneously taking caution so her mother couldn't hear her words.
She read, "Death Note, how to use it…The human whose name is written in this notebook… Shall die."
Spurting out laughter, she continued reading.
Light watched her from the distance, still remaining on the wrong side of the girl's balcony.
Anxiety quickly threatened him, but he vanquished his feelings and gripped his fingers tighter around the wooden siding, tearing at every splinter and rubbing its placid dirt like features.
Light hung on that ledge until the sun turned orange.
The girl was about to write a name in the Death Note.
However as soon as her pen made contact with the page, it repulsed backward immediately. The girl turned around, frozen stiff.
Her hands tightened to balls of stone. Her small muscles jumped up with excitement. Sweat danced along the curves of her face, and Light could almost smell its salty flavor. With her Adams Apple extended outward, she gripped her shoulders.
Before her, stood a monster.
Light spoke, "Hello…" flinging himself up from the balcony, he gestured the girl to him.
She trembled and rolled her feet backward like a terrified orphan.
Light then walked into the dead center of the girls red and pink carpet.
He looked into the girls eyes and said, "If you haven't already heard of me, I'm Kira."
~Notice: Well…that's it for now. Thanks to all my readers who took some time out of their day to view my work. I may or may not include a continuation of Relight, however that decision depends entirely on the success of this. Other than that I sincerely hope you enjoyed. Also please don't steal my work, I actually put some level of effort into these things…Have a nice day from OngoingGenie.
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