I awoke the next morning with the sun beaming through my stained glass window. I looked around and noticed that Ryuzaki was no where in sight. I ran downstairs where mommy and daddy were eating breakfast.
"Ou est Ryuzaki?" I asked the french maid. (Where is Ryuzaki?)
"Qui?" She asked. (Who?)
"Mon ami, Ryuzaki. Il a dormi dans ma chambre..?" I was starting to get frustrated. (My friend, Ryuzaki. He slept in my room..?)
"Ah, oui!" She replied, clapping slightly. (Ah, yes!) "Il est parti c'est matin." (He left this morning)
I slapped my forehead and thanked her. He had left without even saying goodbye? Or thank you? What an ass! Well, it was Saturday, so I figured I'd head over to Light's house for a little while, maybe even work on my research paper. I kissed mommy and daddy on the cheek, told them I was heading for Light's house, and left. The shitty weather last night cleared up and it was bright and beautiful outside today. People laughed by the great Sakura tree, children weaved in and out of my legs playing tag, and women gossiped about their lazy husbands. I smiled and knocked on Light's door, and was slightly surprised when no one answered. I figured it was nothing and jumped on a bus to get out of here. I saw Light on the bus, and was about to wave when I saw another one of his fan girls clutching to his arm and chatting away. I rolled my eyes and sat next to him, across the aisle. Another man got onto the bus and stood next to me.
"Mind if I sit here?" He asked in what sounded like an American accent.
"No, not at all. Go ahead." I replied with a smile and scooched over. He sat down and watched with wary eyes around the bus. Suddenly the bus stop and picked up an unsavory looking character.
"This here's a bus jacking!" He slurred and pulled out a revolver.
"Oh hell.." I whispered.
The "jacker" shot me a dangerous glance.
"You shut your mouth missy or you're going to regret it!" He screamed and waved the revolver towards me.
Yeah right, whatever.
The guy sitting next to me looked scared as can be, watching this jackhole from his seat, trying not to make a move. We were heading to Spaceland, so why jack the bus?
Suddenly Light dropped a balled up piece of paper, and, as I expected, the jacker found it and picked it up. He scowled and looked at it, figuring it was just a piece of paper.
"Think you're funny, huh? Well, try something like that again and I'll kill you." He mumbled and turned around.
Suddenly he froze, pointing a shaking gun at nothing.
"Who..who the hell are you?" He screamed.
No response. Well, he was talking to air.
He shot six shots in the air, causing me to instinctively crouch and cover my head, as many other people did. He tried to shoot again, but the gun simply clicked in his hand. Out of ammo. Panicking, he dropped the gun and screamed at the driver to let him off. The door opened and he jumped out, not too long after getting plowed by a car. The car ran over his head/neck area, causing the carotid artery to burst and squirt blood onto the lower part of my window. I gasped in horror and jumped up. The American sitting next to me was gone by then, talking to Light outside the bus. Light walked away with his date towards Space Land, while the American walked the opposite direction. I jumped off the bus and dug into the man's pocket, taking out the crumpled piece of paper he had with him. When he had picked up this paper, he saw something and freaked. Maybe by simply touching the paper made him go insane and jump off, getting hit by a car. Hey, just because I was a slacker didn't mean I wasn't intelligent! I walked back home, waiting until I was in my room to open the paper. I finally reached my house and locked myself in my room without even acknowledging my parents. I opened the paper with trembling hands and found that it was blank.
"What the hell?" I asked out loud, not expecting an answer.
"It's a piece of paper." Someone said behind me.
I could've sworn I locked the door..
It was a..well, I couldn't even call it a man. He had light purplish-blue skin with spiky hair, yellow eyes with red pupils, and a single silver heart shaped earring dangling on his left ear.
"Just who are you?" I asked.
"That depends... who are you?"
"As if I'd give my name to a death god."
Yeah, I knew he was a death god. He kind of floating there with two sickening looking wings attached to his back. I believed in the whole death god thing. I even read about how some of them have what we humans call "death notes". I have yet to figure what a death is, or for that matter, what it does.
"Well, you know I'm a death god. There's something that's established." He said sarcastically, eating what looks like an apple.
"I'm still not giving you my name." I said, crossing my arms.
He simply shrugged and ate his apple. We sat for a few minutes in silence. I broke the silence with a question.
"How can I see you anyway? Am I crazy?"
He floated closer to me and pointed at the piece of paper I was holding.
"Put it down." He said simply.
"How's about you make me?" I challenged, drawing it closer.
"If you want to know how you can see me, put it down."
I slowly bent over with the piece of paper, keeping my eyes on the death god. I let go of the paper on the ground, and when I looked, he was gone!
"What the hell?" I asked, grabbing the paper.
He reappeared!
"How in the.."
"Whoever holds the deathnote, can see a death god." he replied, finishing my sentence.
"Oh.." I replied, looking down at the paper. "Just what does a death note do?"
He took another bite of the apple and made himself comfortable on my bed.
"Well, whoever's name shall be written in it shall die."
Die?
Did he just say die?
Like, real time death? And all I have to do is write their name?
This was tempting. I was raped years ago when I was young, but I couldn't just go ahead and kill him. I had to plan this out very carefully.
"Well, I'm off." The death god said, munching the last of his apple and flying away through my window.
"Wait!" I cried and rushed to the window.
No one was there. I had a piece of the death note, which could kill anyone I please, but I wasn't sure if I wanted to use it just yet.