HI GUYS! Thank you mantineus, for adding my story to the alerts list! i am absolutely honored! Yayz for reviews, thank you to the reviewers (only one ) for reviewing! I am so happy, and that is what motivated me to go on! Ok, I am here to do the disclaimer, with…. HUNNY SENPAI AND MORI SENPAI! (ouran high school host club)
Hunny: do you have some cake?
Mori: Mitskami, don't. you might get another cavity.
Hunny: aww, pleaaasssee?
Me: *melts from the cuteness*
Near: looks like im going to need to do this. Mchalla3 doesn't own death note, its characters, or anything to do with death note itself, except she owns the original character, man-
Me: HEY nobody asked you to come here!
Hunny and mori leave inconspicuously
ON WITH IT!
With a final look back at the waste of space behind him, Zorn shut his eyes and inched over to the edge of the realm to the beginning of the new world; The Human World. He shivered as a weird, almost eerie aura emanated from deep within the realm, not realizing that those were memories of the World overtaking him.
"Well, better get out of here," he muttered to himself as he spread out his ghostly wings, unaware that somebody was watching his every move. An old shinigami peered over the edge, careful not to fall over, and whispered to himself, "Hope he doesn't mess up this time"
The minute the Note touched the ground, everyone's numbers in the vicinity -the whole lot of them- seemed to drop drastically, as if a warning signal was sent out to whoever was watching, whoever could tell. But nobody except a little girl following her sister could, but she didn't even know what those numbers meant anyways, and so, the lazy summer afternoon went on as usual.
A billowing black figure was not seen running right through the gate. It was not seen floating straight to the orphanage, and it was most definitely not seen hovering over the Note, sulking, as usual. He couldn't pick it up, move it in front of one of the smarter kids, no. It belonged to this world now.
"Mandy, where are you going?" a rather stout, mousy haired ten year old cried, literally sprinting to keep up with the nineteen year olds pace which was still faster than her. She could have sworn her older counterpart was crazy, seeing things all the time, imagining things, even going as far as to disrupt reasoning classes at the orphanage.
"I saw something, I swear, I did, Annie!" the older girl whispered back as she pulled up her knee high socks once again, not bothering to care whether her sister had heard or not. She pushed back her overly long messy, braided black hair with a scratched palm, rushing to get there first.
Mandy herself was odd just the way she looked, she was always getting mean looks and rude gestures, all directed to her appearance, but that didn't matter. Today she presented herself to the world in a sea green t-shirt, a jean skirt, checkered knee high socks, an orange purse, so bright in color that anybody looking would feel as if their eyes were slowly being burned out. Lastly, battered green converse sneakers covered her feet, so old and tiny that she had to scrunch up her toes to get them to fit.
Her purse was bursting with a mini-screwdriver set, a battery powered soldiering iron, wires, nuts, bolts, screws, and other assorted tools and scraps. Nobody, not even Mandy herself, knew why her obsession had to be mechanics. Why it couldn't be food, the arts, or even clothes was beyond her. It had taken the teachers a full month to get used to her odd behavior, and even now, they were still a little unnerved by it. Calculus, for example: every problem, one by one, systematically, had its own screw. Every problem, one by one was screwed into an old chunk of wood. Mandy didn't know why she would have an obsession in the first place. But it was an unexplainable joy, like a blind man finally seeing, a shop-a-holic finally getting to buy something, it was her heroin, her tobacco. She couldn't stop, no matter how hard she tried. No, she accepted that fact a long while ago.
Then there was her braid, the old, loose braid. It wasn't like she liked her long hair; in fact she despised it, hated it, and wanted to snip off every inch of it. But the memories would not approve, they would yell at her, mentally beat her up over and over until a content mood was out of the question, overshadowing her by the memories played back over and over in her head behind glazed pupils. Annie was just 3 years old, she couldn't remember a thing, but Mandy could remember every minute of that dark night. Every bit of it, right down to the last second.
She could remember a tiny figure holding a gun to their temples. The reason why she was at the orphanage in the first place; she could remember how the figure was laughing manically, heck; she could even remember the bullet that silenced the two people forever! After the killer left, Mandy picked up the gun and held it up to her own temple, the safety had already been pulled, and she was about to kick the bucket. Taking a deep breath, and about to pull the trigger, she shut her eyes, and…
She couldn't do it. She was a coward. But then, she realized, she couldn't leave annie behind in this disgusting world, no. why had the thought even crossed her mind? Nevertheless, the rusted piece of metal was in her pocket right now. Not to use, no, never. But as a reminder of why she didn't pull it. And Annie was more proof for that. Finally, as quickly as it had come, the memory vanished. Scrunching up her face to look like a rotten tomato, she pushed the thought out of her head, speeding up and heading towards the front of the main building.
There, it was still there! On the ground, right in front of her, almost there, lean forward, just an inch away!
But the surprises did not end. They continued, on and on. Just as her fingers grasped the front cover, she felt a vibration type sensation. Shrugging it off as just being tired from all that running, Mandy looked back at Annie, about to send a cheesy grin to the five year old, but instead of flashing one of her signature smiles at her sister, her heart stopped cold, and it took all of her effort to prevent herself from screaming and look natural. Something stared back at Mandy, something larger than life. One thing was for sure though: that thing was definitely not human. And evidently, from the looks she was getting, she was the only one who could see it.
I couldn't see it before I … her thoughts trailed off as she quickly pieced together the puzzle, looking back at the forgotten notebook in her hand. To her horror, the cover read something that no class could ever prepare her for. Once again, she clapped a hand over her lips and took a deep breath, but to no avail. The poor girl started to hyper - ventilate. Quickly flipping the black book face down into her lap, she put on a smile that did not reach her eyes, which were still wide in shock. Then, as fast as Mandy's fingers could operate, she fished out a bolt and the block of wood from her bag, along with a hammer the size of her big toe. Hammering in the bolt, she started to calm down and was able to breathe a little more easily now that she caught her breath. Annie was jogging over, probably to see what the trouble was all about.
But in reality, Annie was worried. The minute Mandy's fingers had grazed the cover of that book, her numbers had immediately plunged, and the they were dangerously low. Annie didn't know what the numbers meant yet, but she did know that that was not a good sign.
I can't let her touch it! The nineteen year old thought as she frantically started trying to figure out how to she could prevent Annie from touching the note. Mandy fished inside her purse, looking for another screw, a bolt, a nut, anything! When she found nothing, her fingers trembled in disappointment. She had conveniently run out of bolts.
"Looks like you have caught on pretty quickly, my apprentice," Zorn scoffed as he put an ice cold arm over Mandy's shoulder.
