Death Note:The After Files
Disclaimer's Note: I don't own Death Note, so I ask you not to use your own death note on me and kill me off. But wait...you can't without my name and face. Ha!
Author's Note: There's this webisite that I love called Gaia Online, and on this website I role play. This is the product of my very first Death Note role play, so read and review!!! Want to know what I just noticed? This is my second Death Note fanfic. The first one was A Real Ideal World. ~^_^~
Summary: It takes place soon after the death of Kira and Lawliet, and two new characters enter the fray. Lind, the mysterious brother of Lawliet, and Violet, the avenger of Kira's death. Enter a whole new era of Death Note in Death Note: The After Files.
Chapter 3: Lind's Promotion
Just then a loud clang noise came out of no where and the next thing Lind knew, Misa was dead in his arms. Her remaining years came from Rem, and with Rem dead, Misa was dead too. Lind didn't understand any of this though, because she never told him. Something was burning in her bag, and it felt like melting leather. He placed her on the ground, shooed the guards away, and looked into her bag. It smelt like burning rubber, and it was all over her stuff. The only thing Lind could do was look at his guards and tell them he didn't do it.
Flashing a smile away from them, it quickly disappeared and he whipped around quickly, a look of deep shock and concern now plastered on his face.
Juri flew from the rooftops, his hands dripping with shinigami's blood as he headed towards his master. Violet bent down, concern on his young face and stared at her bag. "What..? What is that? What happened?" Juri smirked. "Kid's a good actor, I'll give him that..", he smirked, hovering close by.
It's probably a death note. There was something about it in my brother's files saying that she had one too. I knew she was hiding something from me. Better not alert the guards though, they'll call the real cops.
"I don't know." He looked at Misa and put his hands on her hips. "I told her not to put flammable objects into her bag right before a show. Now it destroyed all her things." The guards came over and bent down next to Misa, who was once again in Lind's arms. "What's wrong with her Lind?" "The show made her really tired and she just fell right asleep in my arms. She'll be up and running again in no time." "Let us check her vital signs." Lind picked her up and took her away from them. "You're not a damn doctor, get away from her." He turned his head around and began walking to Misa's house. "See ya around Violet."
Violet held his look of deep concern as long as he could, but when he was finally gone, a smile so sinister and so abnormal came to his face. He looked at the officers and winked. "Have a good night, officers!", he said. He headed for home, glancing up at his shinigami. "Good job, Juri...", he sighed, lifting up his death note where Misa's name was clearly written down. Tucking it away once more, he lifted up a biscotti from his bag and tossed it towards Juri who gobbled it down hungrily, making loud smacking noises. "One less annoyance..." Violet chuckled. He looked in the direction of the club, untying his hair. "And now...I'll get a bit closer to Ryuzaki-kun..."
After they reached her house he slipped the keys out her bra, and opened the door. He placed her gently on her bed, trying to figure out what to do. "I could just leave her hear and make it look like she just died in her sleep. If that happens though things might look suspicious. I, Violet, and the guards would get involved, and I can't have that. I guess I have no choice but to leave her here and lock the door back." That's exactly what he did before picking up his guitar at the club and headed back home.
Settled back into his home, Violet went up to his room, sripping down before pulling on a pair of red boxers and a large white night-shirt. "I'm very pleased, Juri...", he said, his demon floating in and sneaking a peek. "You took care of that girl just in time..." He pulled out his death note and turned on his television, taking out a pen and a granola bar he had been keeping in his pocket. The news was on and he sat there in silence, eating and waiting, tossing bits of the granola bar to his demon who also loomed in silence behind the small boy. An announcer on the television announced that the head of Lind's band, Misa Misa, had collapsed earlier that night during the intermission of the show, which had stopped the frivolity dead, starting a small riot in the croud of disgruntled fans. Chuckling to himself, he waited for them to announce the name of the new officer said to be following up on the Kira cases. As soon as he heard the name of the tall, well built man on the screen, he scribbled it down adding a small smily face to the side.
Meanwhile Lind was at his own place watching the same exact news channel that Violet was. He looked at the screen as his used-to-be girlfriend was shown passing out during the intermission. He smiled in satisfaction as she was later on in the show declared dead in her bedroom, and they couldn't put the blame on anyone. She had no marks, no nothing to show that she had been murdered, or even strangled. Right then and there his boss from the club declared him the new lead singer of the band, as well as remaining the guitarist. All was as it should be. No more damn bitches killing his songs. Now they were all his. He smiled brightly and fell asleep. It had been a long night.
Violet laid down on his bed, the television on in the next room, and listened as the strain of the day began to take it's toll. He closed his eyes and nestled into the pillow, smiling as he re-visited his silent victory. He felt a sense of extreme pleasure as he heard the announcer say that Misa Misa had been found dead and that Lind had been named the new lead-singer and guitarist. He didn't know why the second part of the news had made him smile, but he was too tired to care. He nestled into his pillows and blankets, pulling a stuffed rabbit towards him, hugging it gently. The soft pink fur felt familiar to him, and made him feel all the more safe. Juri watched as his master carried out his nightly routine, then brooded in silence about how sleep was overrated.
The next morning Lind woke up and went into the kitchen to fix himself something to eat. In the mean time he shoved a sucker into his mouth. "What should I cook today? Maybe I should eat out to celebrate my promotion? Yeah, that sound like a good idea." He was never a morning person, and when he wakes up the first few words out of his mouth hardly make any sense at all. He grabbed his coat and keys, and headed out the door. "I think I'll go to that Tokyo Buffet place. They have the best sushi."