Disclaimer: I do NOT own Death Note
Setting: Twenty years after Light Yagami's death
Character(s) Ages:
Light - Appears 23 (Is actually 43)
Near - 40
Ichiyusai Azusa - 18
Ichiyusai Konami - 12
Sasaki Eiji and Isao - 19
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As the night went on, it seemed that Azusa and Konami were just a regular pair of siblings. Well, regular wouldn't be the right choice of words, if one paid enough attention to who they really were, like Light had. The acted like normal people, they talked like normal people, but they were far from it, from what he had seen.
Konami, at first glance, would appear to be a normal twelve-year-old boy, with a hatred for homework and an energetic attitude. However, he was much deeper than that. It seemed that he was a deep Kira supporter and worshiper, from how highly he spoke of Kira and his actions. Taking one step into his room would make it evident that he watched anime, for he had posters in his room and even Gundam action figures lying around. He wasn't a huge otaku, but he was close enough. Also, after watching the pair of siblings for nearly an hour, Light could easily tell that whereas Konami was a more energetic person, he lacked what his older sister Azusa had over him: intelligence.
He had paid close attention to the girl, the one with the two pink streaks in her hair. The first streak was the first chunk of hair on her left side, and the second was underneath the top layer of her hair, so it was slightly covered from the shoulder up. Her hair was odd, but her mannerisms and actions were much worse on the scale. When Light first saw her, he figured her to be a bit of a loner, or a bit depressed, or even a mixture of both. That was how she looked to him, but he couldn't have been more wrong.
Azusa was just too calm. That was really all there was to it. She was the opposite of her younger brother; when he was excited and a bit hyper, she'd just be sitting on the couch doing nothing but watching either the television or him. She was so serene that he didn't think anything could make her lose her temper. Along with that, she had shown quite a bit of intelligence on her part, the way she thought and the way her brain thought showed much more intellect than he figured she had. She was a bit of a weakling, though, which was where Konami shined.
So Azusa was the brains, and Konami the brawns.
But where were their parents?
Light had been with them the entire night, but no parents had shown up at their house. He wondered where they were, or if they even had any at all. Despite how trivial a question it sounded, it was actually quite a concern for the new shinigami. They would definitely interfere with his plan.
What was his plan?
Puppetry, of course.
By eleven o'clock, Konami had both gone off to bed, and had actually fallen asleep. Light figured he would be awake for a bit longer than he had been, which would have annoyed him further. Luckily, it didn't take long for the boy to fall asleep.
Light looked at Azusa as she sat on the couch cross-legged, her eyes scanning over the large book she had lying on her lap. On one side of the book was a notebook that had her writing in it; he assumed it was her homework. If she was studying photojournalism, why would she need notes? There was probably more to it than he thought, just like there had been more to the siblings than he first assumed.
The girl lifted her hand to her glasses, adjusting them slightly. Once she went back to writing, Light took the chance to make his first move. He walked over to the computer and turned the monitor on, showing where Konami had left it, on one of the Kira worshiping sites. He then slammed his Death Note down on the desk loudly enough so she would hear it.
She did hear it, and her head shot around as the sound rang through the air. She was confused as to why the monitor was on; she thought she had turned it off. Sighing, Azusa stood on her feet and walked over to the computer, reaching over to turn the monitor back off. However, she saw something on the desk from the corner of her eye that froze her in her tracks. A Death Note?
She reached down and picked it up, looking it over. She figured it was just one of Konami's fake ones, and not a real Death Note, until she looked back up to see Light leaning against the wall beside the computer desk. It was a bit startling, to say the least, but she only gasped slightly and took a step back, before regaining her cool. Even though she looked quite calm, Azusa was quite scared. Where had he come from? Who in hell was he? Why was he there? All her questions were answered once she saw a black feather fall to the ground.
He was a shinigami.
Azusa looked at the shinigami in front of her, looking him over. He looked familiar, but she couldn't put her finger on it.
"My name is Light Yagami."
Kira!
Azusa looked Light over with her eyes, and nodded slightly in agreement with her thoughts. He was Kira, or, he had been. She figured he could still be Kira as a shinigami, since he was now nearly immortal and had a Death Note of his own. Why hadn't he done so already? Maybe he had, but she just didn't know it?
"Why are you here, Yagami-san?" she asked, looking down at the Death Note in her hands. Did he want her to be Kira? What other explanation was there for all this?
"I think you know why I'm here, do you not? Or do I have to explain it to you?"
"An explanation would be nice."
"Very well."
Light took a deep breath, about to explain why he was there. Before he could, Azusa sat down on the chair at the desk, crossing one leg over the other. She put the Death Note down on the table and crossed her arms, looking up at him.
"What is that look for?"
"What look?"
"You look as if you want to kill me."
"I'm pondering it."
"Why?"
"Does it matter?"
It really didn't, it was a trivial matter and Light knew it. He cleared his throat and straightened himself, looking down at the girl.
"I'm here because I'm unable to be Kira on my own. I am now a shinigami, after using the Death Note I guess I was damned to this awful fate, but as a shinigami how am I supposed to interact with the humans that try to stop me? I can't! Not unless they touch my book, but I really don't want that happening. What I am here for is you. I need you to help me create the perfect—"
"No."
Had she seriously interrupted him? Light looked down at her, his eyebrows raised.
"I'm not finished."
"I already know what you're going to say. You want me to help you create the perfect world, free of criminal activity where only the pure can live happily, and blah." Azusa reached a hand up and scratched the back of her neck. "I don't want to be Kira. I don't want to kill criminals and I don't want to become a shinigami when I die."
Light looked at the girl with a rather frustrated look. He was frustrated at her, he had hoped she would take over for him in the human world, and he could use her to his whim. It seemed she wouldn't do it without a fight, however.
"Look, you've already touched the Death Note and therefore can already see me. I'm not going to just leave you alone until you agree to be Kira!" Light yelled at her, his frustration getting the better of him. He quickly calmed after he finished yelling, however, and looked down at Azusa. She hadn't even flinched.
She was rather annoying.
"I don't care. I'm not going to become Kira. I hate Kira."
Light was ready to smack the girl after she said what she said. He would have, but then he heard a door open, and thought it was her parents coming home. It wasn't, but simply Konami coming from out of his room. Light smiled, he could definitely take advantage of this. He grabbed his Death Note from the desk and started over to him.
"Don't you dare!" Azusa yelled, forgetting that Konami couldn't see Light yet. The boy looked at her blankly, wondering what she was talking about. By that time, Light was right in front of him. He dropped his notebook at the boy's feet, surprising him. He jumped back, his eyes on the Death Note.
"Whoa! Another Death Note!" Another?
"Don't pick it up!" Azusa called out, rushing to her feet and over to him. It was too late, however, Konami picked it up before she could say not to, and thus, Light became visible to him. Konami looked up and saw him, and instantly recognized him, even with the pale skin and wings.
"You're Light Yagami! You were Kira!" he said excitedly, his face lighting up. Light hoped this wasn't a mistake.
"Yes, I was once Kira. How would you like to be Kira in my place?"
"Yes!"
"NO!"
Both boys turned their heads to look at Azusa. She had a glare on her face that looked so terrifying, she even had Light scared.
"No, I refuse to let him become Kira! Do you know how much trouble you'd get yourself in?!" Azusa's calm nature sure had its way of reversing when needed be.
"Aw, come on! Why not? It's a great opportunity!"
"No! You'll get yourself killed! They killed Light, didn't they?"
"That's because he got outsmarted!" Light glared at the boy.
"And I'm sorry to say, but you've never been that smart yourself."
It was true, though, Konami was much less intelligent than herself. How would he survive as Kira? He couldn't do it alone; he'd be killed in a matter of days. Light knew this, but he also knew that Konami wouldn't just give up. This was exactly his plan.
"I have an idea." Light interrupted, both siblings looking up at him. "Both of you can be Kira. Konami can write the names down, and you can help him so he doesn't get caught. Neither of you get killed, nor does Azusa get damned to the shinigami realm like me. It's a win-win situation, I suppose."
Konami smiled and nodded in agreement, before looking at Azusa. She had a pain-stricken look on her face as she looked up at Light. Was he serious? Did he really think that would work? She looked at Konami; she knew he wasn't going to let this go, and would be Kira whether or not she approved. She didn't want him to get killed, and she also knew that Light was counting on this.
Azusa sighed in defeat, "Fine."
Konami started cheering, jumping up and down with a bright smile on his face. Almost instantly, Azusa glared at him and he stopped, looking down at the Death Note in his hands. He was really going to be Kira! Boy was he ever excited.
