Chapter Three
Renewal - –
"Oh jeez"
Ryuk, being a shinigami, wasn't made to handle a crying girl of twenty-something
"Misa, do you want to know how Light can come back to life or not?"
Misa suddenly snapped back to the task at hand.
"Oh yes! Please Ryuk tell me!"
Ryuk motioned for her to come closer. She obliged. "there is an ancient art, not many shinigami know of it for it is unforgivable if committed. It is the art…" said in his unique whispery tone "the art, of awakening the dead"
"How do you do it?" Misa's squeaky little voice was curiously interested.
"Light was able to trick the shinigami king into giving him this special death note which can revive humans. Along with a blood sacrifice, you must write the persons name backwards in the Death note, therefore reversing the death."
"Ah…." Misa knew exactly what she was going to do.
She rushed upstairs to get a knife; she wanted it to be the biggest, sharpest and cruellest looking knife they had in the house, in honour of Light. She settled for a long, fine looking blade with an extra sharp point. Its gleam was just hungry for blood. She took it downstairs and held her arm and her knife over the page of the death note.
"This is for you Light……."
"Arggghhh!"
The cold, high scream, pierced the night as warm blood splashed the page of the Death Note. It somehow sank in, but when Misa lifted the page of the Death Note, the desk was as normal as it as ever been.
Holding her good hand over her long, deep, thin slash, she began to write
imagaY thgiL
Light Yagami, Backwards. No sooner had she finished the final stroke, the sky suddenly crackled with a deep rumbling sound, and a thunderous breeze swept across the globe.
Then, all was silent.
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On a desolate, abandoned staircase, not far away from where Misa Amane was quivering with pain from a cut in her arm, something amazing was at foot.
Light Yagami, in a terrible ruined state was returning from the dead.
"What happened…?" he said. "Where am I?" "Misa! You did it!"
Light was still in the clothes he had been in when he had passed away. Several gunshot wounds lined his shirt. Several pieces of skin had fallen from his face, exposing the muscle underneath. It was had to believe this entity had ever existed as a human.
He wondered to the bottom of the stairs, still remembering how to walk properly.
When he had finally dismounted the last stair, he had finally realised how to walk properly. After finding his way out of the warehouse complex, he scanned his brain for any clue on where to go next.
"The West Side Café!" he said aloud. He still should try and get back to the concept of life again. Slowly he walked north, and prepared himself for a long journey.
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Misa, ran down the stairs, clutching her arm, so she didn't spill blood every where. The extra hand wasn't helping. Blood was making a thick, red trail all the way to the car. if she wasn't careful she would pass out. She roughly climbed into her red sports car, with a dilemma stuck in her head. Hospital or Light? She decided on the hospital, it was no help to her if she passed out while meeting Light.
She sped out of the apartment car park, probably going faster than she should, and drove out into the darkening night.
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The broken Man staggered on, ignoring the passer-bys that stared at his ruined face with a look of disgust. "They will all bow down to me in the end, I'll show them" he thought to himself. That was when he noticed the car in the distance, it looked familiar. "Ah" The was the same model of car that he had bought Misa for Christmas; he gave a grim smile as he watched the car fly by.
A few minutes later, he saw the same model in the distance. He thought to himself "they weren't that popular when I bought Misa hers" he picked up his pace, even though they wouldn't recognize him, he still wanted to see who it was
It was Misa.
