AU- Death Note
Warning: Shounen-ai ahead (eventually...)– if you don't like the love, select the "Back" above.
Disclaimer- As expected, I own nothing, not even this computer...
It was like a weird, weird nightmare. The fair maiden had spun around, holding the robe closed over pale skin for a show of modesty. Briefly, very briefly, there had been evidence of what the voice only hinted. "..-and did you just call me 'Miss'? You fuckin' prick-!"
The gentleman in me forces me to turn away, but still giving me the time to see him drag the mass of dragged, sopping cloth into his arm and march through the water. The splashing resounded in the otherwise empty clearing. "Im sorry! I." I manage, though pathetic as it was, "I didn't know!"
He circled around me, releasing the wet cloth to let it tangle around his ankles, catching onto his skin. He crosses his arms over his chest, lips drawn in a thin line. His height was almost the same as mine. Somehow, I expected him to be far shorter...
God, he's really effeminate...
His eyes were definitely piercing, more so than anyone else's that had glared at me in the past twenty-four hours. I feel yet another blush coat my face despite myself. I know Im not gay. Definitely not.
"Who the fuck are you, anyways?" blondie growls, apparently try to read my mind with the searing gaze. My eyes advert from his in my attempt at nonchalance.
"Uh...Matt" Genius...If possible, blondie's glare became even more heated. Apparently he disagreed or that's not what he wanted to know. Well, he asked.
"Did L send you?" he asked more directly. My gazed returned to blondie in my confusion. I raked my memory for a person with such a name.
"No, I don't know an Elle." I say honestly, then after another long pause in though, I continue "Oh, L? The letter? Do you mean...the lord?" I earn a reciprocated confused stare. Not surprising, who would call him "L" but to compensate for his narcissism?
"What? No..." he says, rolling his eyes in what I can only assume was frustration. However, my attention was pulled to something over blondie's shoulder– "is that...a ghost?" I breathed, watching the space behind him after losing sight of the small specter.
Blondie spins around, scanning the forest scene almost madly. There it was, a vision of white, nearly in the same place but somewhat closer. Details couldn't be made out from the distance but it looked like a child shrouded in white. "Go home!" blondie barks to the child, then half turning to me and grabbing my wrist in a surprisingly fierce grip. "Run." he breathed the order, though already dragging me into a dash.
"Matt," Roger, his foster father, began after the child was rested on his knees. It was obvious the boy wasn't his real son, he looked more like a grandfather. "Have I told you of the Oni of our forest?"
Matt, at first, nodded, then shook his head. He'd heard what the other children gossiped of, the whispered words between adults, but never the truth, the whole truth, at least.
"They take the others to play with them." Matt announced, that being one few rational reasons he'd heard. Roger smiled at the child's innocence, yet it was better to hear the truth from him than to have it blended with the array of lies spread around the town.
"Im afraid not. Oni are evil creatures...It's said they used to lure young women to the forest to steal their beautiful body parts to keep them as their own." Roger said quietly, as if in fear of the Oni hearing him. Even as the boy shuddered slightly, he hadn't meant to be menacing and scare him, but let it serve as an early lesson. "Be sure not to wander in the night, you wont be safe then." he warned finally, then patting the boys red hair in hope to reassure him.
Oni were the least of his worries.
End Chapter Two.
Matt is about 6-8 years old in the flashback. Roger is ancient, per usual.
It will start picking up soon...I hope. It seems like this one's going to be a long one. Which may or may not be good for my first fan-fiction ever. We'll see
Oh! Critiquing it would be MUCH appreciated! Even if you're mean How ever will I learn if Im not aware of my mistakes?
