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Everyone who reviewed were like.. "Holy shit! He's a zombie! ZOMFG!" I pissed myself laughing.
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Life After Death
Chapter 2:
All Over Again.
"There is but one truly serious philosophical problem, and that is suicide. Judging whether life is or is not worth living amounts to answering the fundamental question of philosophy."~ Albert Camus.
And then Light opened his eyes.
Blinking a bit in confusion he sat up. Looking around he realised that he was in his bedroom, his old bedroom. Looking down at himself he saw his old school uniform consisting of a tan suit and a red tie. Light's eyebrows furrowed in confusion as the early morning light filtered in through the balcony window warming the room.
Then, suddenly, he gasped and fell back against the bed in pain clutching at his head. And just like that, he remembered. He remembered his first life as Kira then his second one in the helicopter. He had shot himself. In the head! He had killed himself. Light remembered why he taken the gun to his head in the first place but wasn't as horrified as the first time.
Light curled up into a fetal position, still clutching his head as waves of pain ran through it, pulsating out from his right temple. Now he knew what it was like to get shot in the head in slow motion. He groaned in agony wishing it would just stop. And just like that, it did. Relief washed through his body in waves. Inhaling a deep breath through his nose he uncurled himself and stood, staggering forwards toward the bedroom door.
Kuso! All his life he had ran from death and now it runs from him. Its not fair. Falling against the door of his bedroom he pressed his forehead onto the hard wood of the door, closed his eyes and sighed. Light had missed this house, the smell of cookies and the sound of Sayu's endless chatter. Without opening his eyes he blindly reached for the door knob and opened the door. Light opened his eyes to an empty hallway, rubbing his right temple he walked into the family bathroom and closed the door behind him with a soft click.
"Hey Lighto~! It's time for my apples! I want some of those juicy, juicy apples."
HOLY SHIT! Light looked up to see a large, menacing shinigami standing in the bathtub with a maniacal grin on his face. Light put a hand on his heart in an attempt to calm it down while Ryuk laughed at the fact that he had actually scared the ever stoic Kira. He glared at Ryuk as he remembered the fact that it was at the hands of this stupid shinigami his first death came to be. Ignoring Ryuk's great heavy chuckles he continued over to the toilet where he relieved himself. Sparing the God of Death a spiteful glance he walked over to the sink to wash his hands.
Light looked up from washing his hands and froze at what he saw. His reflection was impeccable as always but that wasn't what made him freeze. It was the date on the calendar which was located on he back of his door that made him freeze in alarm. Today was the second day of Light's 'secret' camera surveillance. Forcing himself to calm down, he turned of the running water and he dried his hands.
"Hey Light! Light! Hey Light! Come on, just one apple? It'll take 5 seconds to go outside and give me an apple! Just one…. No no two! Just two apples." Ryuk bargained in his deep, coarse voice.
So, it seems that Ryuk doesn't remember anything from the past life. This could be interesting. I suppose if I am going to live either way, I may as well have a little fun. Light shivered at the thought of using the death note again. Kira was defeated even if he is the only one who knows this. It was a major blow to his pride.
Contrary to popular belief, Light isn't a sore loser. He accepts the fact that he was beaten and has no intention of continuing his rather pointless crusade of ridding the world of evil. By now Light was back in his room. Walking over to the bed he flopped down face first bouncing a little. He thought back to his last life, the one where he had shot himself. He wished he had a gun, he would kill himself again if he could.
Light moaned into his unsympathetic blankets. He must be going crazy! Who, in their right minds, wants something like that? Defeated ones, that's who. … Okay, so maybe he is a bit of a sore loser. He supposed he may as well fuck with the detectives mind while he was in this life. Light perked up at the thought of messing with the detective. Just like old times.
This could be interesting.
Yeah, yeah. I know, a little disappointing. Sorry to all those zombie loving Light's but if I made Light into someone who couldn't die (like my original plan) the plot would get rather lame and cliché the further into the story it goes.
Oh by the way, this chapter had been completed for a while… I just hadn't gotten around to uploading it.
This chapters a little longer. Please review! Also, I would like a beta reader.