AN: SO THIS HAS TAKEN A WHILE...SORRY :( BUt I TRIES
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Chapter 2: Man Like That
Girl, you gotta wonder
Girl, you gotta wonder
Girl, you gotta wonder 'bout a man like that
Girl, you gotta wonder
Girl, you gotta wonder
Girl, you gotta wonder 'bout a man like that
(Watch out, watch out) He's gonna get you
(Watch out, watch out) He's gonna get you
(Watch out, watch out) He's gonna get you
(Watch out, watch out) He's gonna get you
(Watch out, watch out) We're gonna get you
~Man Like That by Gin Wigmore
"I swear, the crime in Japan is just getting out of hand." I heard Akihito ranting as I finally climbed down the stairs after cleaning my room. It wasn't even me who had made the mess but I would never be able to convince Akihito or Keiji otherwise. I was still pissed off at the stupid samurai for his little hissy fit at school as well as his unusual methods of trying to wake me up in the morning. He still never told me what was so urgent that he had to break our sacred agreement but right now I really just didn't care.
As I walked into our kitchen I saw my brothers situated in the living room I noticed that the tv was tuned to the news and there was a hostage situation in Shinjuku. Both of my brothers eyes were glued to the screen. A Kurou Otoharada was the suspect.
I shivered as a certain samurai floated down through the ceiling. He was frowning at the screen. I turned my attention to the newscaster as the news went from dire to I guess good. I walked up slowly towards the tv and stood behind the couch. The hostages were coming out and the special forces were moving in. We sat in silence as we awaited the information on the suspect Otoharada.
"We now have confirmation. The suspect has been found dead inside. I repeat the suspect has been found dead…." My brothers were silent and I was confused. I watched Juubei from the corner of my eye. His frown was even deeper than it was before. I followed the rest of the bizarre story and could make neither heads nor tails. I broke the silence as I addressed my brothers. "He just died like…" I snapped my fingers. "That's good right? " I questioned."At least none of the hostages died."
My brother Keiji smirked and looked at Akihito with a quirked a brow but I couldn't see the expression of my older brother. "Moon," he said in his authoritative baritone voice, which I must say I hate. "go to your room."
"What?" I gasped. "I didn't do anything!" I challenged as I watched him stand from his seat on the couch. He flipped the power switch on the tv remote and we were all bathed in darkness.
"Up the steps now." He repeated as he switched on the hallway light to my right. I flinched at the bright light as well as because I hadn't even seen him move.
"I don't want to go to my room though." I whined as I ran over and stood by Keiji. He placed a comforting hand on my shoulder.
Akihito glared at me again and then sighed as he ran a down his face. He was frustrated which was not a good sign. "You have a minute to get into motion." he said as he continued to stare at me with hard steel grey eyes. It's a wonder his eyes never got stuck like that with the intensity and rate in which he always used it on me.
I combated with a stare down of my own but it was no where near the caliber of our resident Demon King. I finally sighed and trudged away from Keiji and sprinted by Akihitio as I went up the stairs. "Asshole." I muttered a three quarters of a way up.
"I'm taking your phone for two weeks." I heard Akihito yell from down the stairs. I could also hear muffled laughter as I quietly shut the door to my room and ran over and belly flopped onto my bed. Matsuno floated in a few second afterwards.
"Where were you?" I questioned. he didn't reply and for a second I figured he just ignored like he did from time to time but he finally answered.
"You had 45 seconds left. Your cowardice is not befitting." he supplied.
I groaned and rolled my eyes. Everyone in this house is crazy except me. Scratch that everyone in this house is crazy.
NEXT DAY
"Get up you lousy girl. The sun is awake." a gruff voice announced in my ear. It was Juubei of course, who else would it be. I groaned something inaudible and rose from my bed, something akin to dracula rising from his coffin. I grabbed my uniform and ran to the bathroom across the hall.
My hair was a crows nest and it took at least fifteen minutes just to get it into a messy bun. There were little dark circles under my grey eyes but that's what makeup is for, right? I walked back into my room as an actual person and began stuffing my messenger bag with my books for the day. Matsuno interrupted me by throwing one of my pens out of my bag.
"What is it?" I questioned him as I tried to find the discarded pen.
"I feel something in the air. Something rancid." He commented. I looked at him skeptically as I continued to crawl around the floor looking for my favorite pen.
"Well I do believe it's trash day so maybe what you're smelling is 4 day old ramen?" I suggested as I finally found what I was looking for. I yelped in triumph as I jumped up off the floor and threw the pen haphazardly in my bag.
"Listen you ignorant child. I am warning you. There is something like death in the air so please BE CAREFUL." I eyed him critically, he was oddly serious and sincere and I couldn't bear all that seriousness and sincerity in one morning so I joked about it.
"Whatever you say, oh wise one!" I replied sarcastically and winked at him but of course it backfired on me. My good friend samurai threw a hissy fit.
"So begins another dull day in the life of one Watanabe , Moon." I sighed as my "sweet" samurai flung my set of sailor moon manga off of my bookshelf. One second later my older brother Akihito stepped into the room and eyed me with disdain.
"You have two minutes to get to the car. Also, We will have to have a talk about your morning habits when we come home later. Is that understood?" Akihito's steel eyes cut into my skin as I grabbed my messenger bag and sketchpad.
"I hate life." I deadpanned as I trudged past the judging glare of Akihito.
"That's two more weeks without your cellphone." he replied as he followed me out of my room. I would've cried at this point but I didn't want to show weakness around the enemy. As I walked down the stairs I glared holes up through the ceiling hoping that it would reach Juubei, the cursed bastard.
AT SCHOOL
I arrived at school without incident which was surprisingly rare. I chalked this up to good luck and hoped it would continue all day but like Juubei had warned me earlier, I also sensed something rancid in the air. It felt like death and Lord knows I'm no stranger to that particular feeling.
I walked into class and headed straight to my seat. Our star pupil wasn't here so I took out my sketchbook and sketched Juubei from memory. I liked to sketch the ghosts I encountered but oddly enough I'd never sketched my cursed samurai. He had hair black as night with a strong jaw and sharp nose. He had to have been at least twenty something when he died. He was young, young and attractive for a dead man that is. He always wore his hair in a high ponytail but I guess he couldn't change his hairstyle or I doubt he even cares.
The sketch was pretty accurate and I felt pretty darn good at how I managed to capture even the old soul in his brown ghostly eyes. As I continued to stare at my artwork I heard the usual spike in whispering from the girls and knew without looking up that the adonis of our class had finally arrived.
It was then that I felt a spasm in my body. It was something like a cold and hot knife being ran threw my back one after the other. I grit my teeth at the pain and kept my head down. This was indeed something new. I sensed no ghost but the same chill I had when there was death around was there, only this time the chill was worse.
I wanted to curl up into a ball as the bell finally rang signalling the start of class. I kept my head on the desk as pain pooled in my stomach and lower back. It was like having cramps but it was definitely the wrong time for that.
The teacher again was talking and no one was listening but today I just didn't care. All I cared about was stopping the pain and finding the source of said pain.
"Alright then Yagami, please recite this line for us. " the teacher said.
"Sure." it was Lights response.
"Having finally made his dream a reality, he was overwhelmed by the sense of his own achievement and the joy it brought him." Light read perfectly as always.
I groaned silently as I picked my head up to look at the overachiever but I didn't expect what I saw. The creature was tall and oddly proportioned and its skin was a grayish tint that almost seemed blue. The thing had large round yellow eyes with red irises and lips a sickly blue color. I yelped like a hurt animal and jumped out of my chair. I was staring at the space right next to Yagami and the creature was staring right back at me. A smile broke out over his face and I was faced with a mouthful of shark like teeth.
"Miss Watanabe, are you okay." the teacher asked in alarm. I had never made so much as an offending sound in his class so my behaviour was clearly distressing.
I continued to stare at the creature and my gaze finally shifted to Yagami whose expression was surprised as well. We stared at each other for what felt like forever but I broke contact as I brought my hand to my mouth and sprinted out of the room. I heard the call of the teacher and heard students giggling as some whispered words of pregnancy.
I made it to the bathroom with not a second to spare and emptied my stomach. I was reeling from what I had seen. Could that have been a ghost. If it wasn't a ghost could it have been a demon. Since ghosts were real anything could be possible.
I washed my hands and looked at my reflection. I was flushed and I looked sick. I needed to go home but I didn't want to call Keiji because he would just call Akihito and I really didn't want to bark up that tree.I just decided to take a cab home and the school would call my brother and tell him about the incident.
As soon as I was in the cab and away from the school vicinity I felt ten times better. I was still having flashes of hot and cold but the pain was dull and bearable. When I got home I ran inside and grabbed my secret stash of money to pay the cab fee. After the cab left I ran up to my room, shut the door, and collapsed onto the bed.
Matsuno appeared minutes afterward. He began lecturing me on the consequences of skipping school and how I would never make a match with a nice gentleman if I wasn't good in my studies. I half listened and half tuned him out. I was still reeling from the creature I saw in my class. I laid staring into the blank space that was my ceiling.
"Matsuno…" I finally whispered as I slowly pulled the covers up towards my face. The samurai paused in his lecture and looked down at me with concern. "What do you know about death…." I slept the rest of the day away and was bothered by no one. I heard my door open a couple of times but I was left to my sleep.
My sleep had never been so deep.
"What do you know about death….. ?"
AN: So What'd you guys think? Next Chapters have a lot of Light in them so I'm excited for that and the story will continue on, hopefully It won't take me forever but who knows!
Coming up... Next 3 Chapters
Chapter 3: Heard em' Say
"I heard them say KIRA. Iguess you have to sometimes wonder, especially with someone like that." I told Matsuno who only nodded in a rare show of agreement.
Chapter 4: Drumming Song
"Death is but the beginning, there are new lives after." I nodded at the knowledge. I would store it away for later, when I would undoubtedly need it. For now I only had one thing to focus on and that was my date with death.
Chapter 5: Beautiful Liar
"I only play games that I know I will have the slightest possibility of winning and this is not one of those games." It was true, I knew when to admit defeat.
"Now we both know that just isn't true. You my dear, are just a beautiful liar." The hell, was he a mind reader now? He ran a cold finger down my cheek and I couldn't help but shiver. That was certainly the first time that had ever happened.