Chapter 02: Chance Encounters?
Nolan's (POV)
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my OC's
I clutched my head as the pain raced through my body again. I was crouched in the corner of my bed knees tucked under my chin, my toes clenching on the bed sheets. I had been like this for about the whole day. A solid twenty three hours and things still weren't improving. Hopefully when tomorrow came I would at least be able to go out.
How long had it been since the killings first began? Two weeks? Three Weeks? A month or two? I've lost count. And it's all Kira's fault. When I find him he will get the proper justice, not just for all those criminals but for the pain he has caused me mentally and physically. The bastard would have it coming.
Ohhh When I find him! I finally moved out from my corner, my bones protesting in a series of pops and cracks. I was supposed to have met with Chief Yagami but circumstances made me cancel our little introduction ceremony. But the longer we put things off the more people Kira would kill and the more likely I would become a mentally disordered narcoleptic.
When I had first spazzed out in public things were pretty awkward. It had happened about six times since the first downtown incident and because of this I had been holing up in my apartment. This was not the life that I imagined for myself.
They had told me I had a gift and that I should use that gift.
But they never told me at what cost to myself. It seemed that with every massacre Kira goes on I lose a little bit of my sanity. The pain is bearable but I don't know how things will be later. The more I think I about it, the darker my outlook becomes.
I must find him. I will find him.
The Next Day
I was finally able to leave my apartment, the heart throbbing pain now a dull memory. Today would just be a relaxing day, no disguises, no phone, and hopefully no Kira. I was dressed in blue jeans, a t-shirt with the print of a leopard on it, my favorite pair of nonsense shoes, and my signature black frames. I decided to wear my silver hair down; it danced and curled on my shoulders. It wasn't very often that I go out like this but I needed the time to just relax.
As I exited my apartment I grabbed a small backpack in the shape of an apple and slung it across my back, today it was no holds barred. The world was my mine, or at least most of Japan.
I wound up in downtown Tokyo. The streets were full of people bustling by. Most were too intent on where they were headed to notice the girl in the apple backpack but I could still sense when someone would stare.
I cut across the street and walked towards the bookstore. I could pick up some trivia books and maybe some books to study for the university entrance exam. Although it doesn't seem like it I am a student. I just never go to school. I am my own teacher.
I pulled the door open stepping into the overwhelming smell of coffee, baked goods and new books. A worker welcomed me and I nodded heading straight for the section I wanted. I was so engrossed in my search for the prep guide that I didn't notice the boy until I had bumped smack into him. The large books in his hand fell and landed on his shoes. He jumped back gritting his teeth all the while holding his foot.
Oh Shit.
I quickly got to my knees and began picking up the books mumbling an apology. I noticed the covers of the books. He had some pretty powerful authors. As I reached for the last book a cool large hand landed on my small one. I looked up and was staring into brown eyes. My heart skipped a beat and I used my free hand to clutch my head expecting the black void and pain to take me. Damn You Kira, Not now! But it never came. The clearing of a throat brought me back to reality. The boy was now looking at me, a question on his face.
"Are you alrig…."
"I'm sorry for bumping into you and dropping your books." I interrupted him as I pulled my hand out from under his. He grabbed the book and we both stood. I handed him the ones tucked in my arm.
"It's okay." He finally replied. When I really looked at him I noticed he was a pretty handsome guy but something about him didn't seem right. And the feeling just then. What was that?
I was about to say something else when I felt a presence behind me. I didn't immediately turn around but whatever it was didn't feel human. I looked out of the corner of my eye and was met with a black hazy mass with two specks of red at the top of it that looked like eyes. The mass was hovering intently over my backpack.
I swallowed and laughed an awkward laugh at the young fellow and began my retreat but before I could walk away, the guy I had bumped into grabbed my wrist.
"Excuse me. Are you a high school senior as well? I couldn't help but notice the prep guide in your hands." He flashed me a smile. I noted that it didn't reach his eyes. They were now cold and calculated.
I nodded at his question answering. "I am. I will be taking the entrance exam to To-Oh University." She noted the guys eyebrows went up.
"Really, what high school do you go to?"
I looked at him and then at the watch buckled to my wrist. I bit my lip giving off the impression of being in a hurry. I really didn't want to talk to this guy for long. Being around him was almost akin to the pain I felt when Kira killed, except it was a dull throb.
"I'm sorry, I'm kind of in a hurry!" He released my wrist but stopped me one more time.
"Can I have your name, so that if we meet at the entrance exam I can say hello." I nodded at him.
"It's Yamagata, Nalon." I replied. I heard a deep throaty laugh. I suspected it came from the black mass.
"I'm Yagami, Light." I nodded and we both departed. As I walked away I turned back around and the black mass was now floating beside this so called 'Light'. Its red eyes were trained on me. I shuttered and shuffled down the steps to the cash register, breaking into an all-out sprint for the train station as I left the book store.
What the Hell Was that?
Author's (POV)
Light Yagami's eyes narrowed as he walked out of the bookstore. The girl with the silver hair? There was something about her. Ryuk cut into his thoughts with a rancid laugh.
"What's so funny?" Light hissed. Ryuk just laughed. When he sobered he replied to Light's question.
"Oh….it's nothing." he laughed "Humans are just interesting." Ryuk laughed even harder.
Light frowned thinking back to how the girl had acted. It was exactly as Ryuk had said...interesting. She seemed aware and afraid, of what, well there was only one thing. Light eyed the grotesque shinigami out of the corner of his eye. He had noted that as soon as Nalon had made eye contact with him, she had been on edge but it didn't matter, she had given him a name. The only question was if he should act on it.
"Yamagata, Nalon. ." He said aloud. Her looks were quite peculiar in and of itself. She was beautiful in an exotic way; she couldn't be fully Japanese he decided. The thought crossed his mind that she could've lied about her name the same as L had but seeing as that she was in a hurry, she wouldn't have been able to think of a made up name in a few seconds. If he wanted to he could just write the name in his note and if he didn't see her at the entrance exam then he would know if it was her real name or not. But would he?
When Light got home he raced to his room locking it behind him. He carefully pulled the death note out of its false bottom drawer and grabbed a pen. He wrote the names of criminals in the book until he was satisfied with the justice administered. He continued to hold the pen in his hand, occasionally twirling it between his slender fingers. "Yamagata, Nalon." he whispered to himself.
He finally brought the pen to paper and wrote in beautiful calligraphy.
Back at Nolan's Apartment
Nolan had been sitting on her bed crossed leg studying her prep guide when the pain came in an unnatural wave. But this time yet another thing had changed; the black didn't cloud her vision. She was well aware of her surroundings. She immediately clutched her chest. Her heart beat erratically and her lungs constricted. Everything felt so real this time. She reached for her phone on the edge of the night stand but missed it as it fell on the floor under her bed. She scrambled after the fallen phone but only succeeded in throwing herself over the bed, managing to clip her forehead on the sharp edge of her nightstand. She tried to fight the pain, not only from her head but her heart as well but it consumed her until she fell still. She fell into a black oblivion, her hands still clutched to the fabric of her shirt, just above her heart.
