Disclaimer: Don't own Death Note, Don't own anything, DO own Kaito and Monna (might be selling them on ebay or something XD), combustible incense, if you don't already know, is basically incense in stick, cone, and/or coil form. Also, I got all of the incense making info below from a website. If you want to know the website, PM me. I'm thinking about actually making incense, haha. I don't own what I coppied from the website. rawr, umm... chapter three below. GET TO READING!
"You're getting there." I mock, as I head to my next lecture. "You're getting there, you're getting there! Blood is sooooo cooooolll~!"
Kaito gets on my nerves a lot, if that isn't obvious enough. I'm tired of his freakish ways, tired of the pranks he plays. By now, I am pretty sure the whole 'scent thing' is Kaito. The kind of relationship we have is a feud, one always trying to outsmart the other. I want to win.
However, first I must fix the problem with the smell, no odor, in my room. Currently, I am sitting in my room (on the floor, I might add, because Kaito broke my desk chair), reading a "How to-" book about making combustible incense. It seems easy enough to do, and in the very front of the book, it says "Incense making is a meditative and enjoyable way to exercise our creativity." I'm pretty sure that I also saw the words simple and inexpensive. Seems good enough for me!
I pull my notebook off of my desk, which I am currently leaning against, and pull out the pen tucked above my ear. I begin listing all of the supplies I will need.
incense burner - filled with ash or sand
natural incense ingredients - resins, woods and herbs
bamboo charcoal or makko powder - makko is needed if making cones or sticks or for burning loose incense on top of makko
tweezers - to hold charcoal while lighting it
mica- if using this style of incense burning (mica on top of charcoal)
mortar & pestle / coffee grinder - to pulverize our ingredients into powders or you can omit this by starting with powdered substances - (however the freshest ingredients are obtained if you pulverize them yourself).
distilled water or fragrant hydrosols - needed if making cones or sticks
2 mixing bowls or food grade plastic bags - to hold our pulverized ingredients until final mixing
gram scale, measuring cup or spoons - to measure the ingredients in our recipes
drying cloth or wax paper - for drying some recipes
stirring spoon
lighter or candle
notebook - to record your recipes
food processor - optional
I put a star next to the makko powder, and continue writing. I select a few herbs, and then start thinking about how I'm going to burn my incense. The book suggests mica, so I add a start nest to that too.
I then start thinking about how I'm going to get all of these supplies. Whammy's House isn't exactly a storeroom for unusual things, you have to come across things like that yourself. Whammy's is also very strict about public adventures, meaning leaving the grounds. You have to search through the big rule book for ways around the strict "No leaving grounds" rule. That part of the book is nicknamed the "unless, except" section by students. I pull my copy of the book, which is a good two inches thick, and engraved, and flip to the "unless, except" section.
There's nothing written that'll let me out. Absolutely nothing. Great, now how the hell else am I gonna get this shit? Ebay is out of the question, seeing as I just blew the rest of the money on my account. I can't leave to go to the store...
That's it. I have nothing left to do, but go to the basement.
The basement being the scariest place I have ever heard of.
Apparently, long ago, two girls at Whammy's House were way into witchcraft. They had a bunch of their supplies hidden in the basement, they even cursed a girl, and that lead to her death.
Which makes me think that there will prbably be incense making utencils down in that basement.
I stand up, grab my messenger bag hanging on my broken chair, and make my way to the entrance of the basement. It's a good 40 minute walk, including 10 staircases and about 15 long corridors. Finally, I get there, and push open the door.
The basement is dark, with cement walls, and a draft. Wind blows from the one, broken window that was left at the ver top of the giant room, causing one of the broken corridor doors to creak. I walk down the staircase, and begin my search for the rumored room.
I pass by broken items, trash hidden down here by a lazy student. A few rats scurry pass as I push open one of the doors. Nothing inside but a lump, that looks strangely like a dead body. It does not surprise me at all. Whammy's didn't just raise detectives, it also raised, accidentally and still raises, complete psychopaths. I close the door, and start walking again, saying a prayer for the dead person.
I push open more doors revealing more trash and unspeakable things. One room holds a satanistic worship statue. The room that I'm looking for comes last. It's completely dark, and the lights are broken. The only reason I know it's the room is because it smells differently.
Incense.
Strawberry jam incense.
A flicker of a flame appears, and drops. It falls onto the tip of a candle, and the room start glowing. Incense is burning everywhere, and I am so confused. I panic and run for the door, but before I get to it, it slams shut and I here the outside lock click. Dammit!
"Monna!"
The voice is thin and whispery, and sounds cold and dead.
I look around for the person who has shouted my name, but I cannot find them.
"Show yourself!" I scream.
"Very well then." the voice replies.
Something emerges from the darkest corner of the room, and stands before the flame. I can barely make it out as a human figure. Shaggy black hair, and tall but hunched over. HIs eyes gleam red, and he is smirking.
"Who the hell are you?" I ask.
I have a fairly good memory, and I'm pretty sure that I've never seen this guy around. Never. That's not what scares me the most though. That would be the fact that he is so strangely familiar. Like I've been held in his arms before. I shiver, and take a step back, and trip.
I scream as I fall, and fall, and continue falling, something that I know is impossible. As I am falling and falling, and screaming and screaming, I hear his voice say one last thing.
"I'm someone distant, but always here."