I grumbled, and pressed a few more buttons on my blue colored game controller. I recently decided to start playing Ocarina of Time again, despite it's age it's still a great great video game. It makes me wonder if they'll ever re-make it, the same game but with better graphics. That would be awesome. I reached over to my good old Nintendo 64, switching it off. It was just about time to go to work, so said my nifty digital clock. I switched off my TV with a sigh before heading towards the door, where Light was waiting impatiently. That was unusual. I slid on a pair of beat-up, black converse shoes and made sure to fix my jeans so they covered the top of the shoes. Lastly, I grabbed a dark purple jacket so I wouldn't freeze. Spring should be arriving soon, being that it was the beginning of March. I couldn't wait for it to get warmer, freezing weather is no fun at all. I looked over to Light, a raised an eyebrow. That was one of my few talents.
"Why do you look so impatient?" I asked. Light tended to be a mature, patient person. Not a mirror of a five year old bouncing off the walls because they were going to go to Chuckie Cheese. No, that was taking it way too far, he was not bouncing off the walls. If he was, I would so be recording it...oh wait. He wouldn't show up on film. Damn. He looking more anxious then excited though, maybe his spidey senses was telling him something?
"I have a feeling something important is going to show it's self today..." He murmured, a spaced out look took over his face. My right eye brow lowered, disappointing by his answer but still a bit curious. But I decided to not ask anymore questions. Better take his word for it, maybe he did received psychic powers from being a supernatural being? I wouldn't doubt it, if I started seeing unicorns at the zoo, it wouldn't surprise me. Well, maybe a little bit. Especially if they where pink unicorns, with neon blue hair and hearts printed on their butts. That would be so cool...I looked behind me, Ultio was watching The Hills...wait, what the hell? I twitched, but ignored it.
"We're leaving Ultio, don't eat my neighbors new cat." I warned him, before leaving the one-room apartment. He ate my neighbors last cat, but that was a different story. A story that would hunt my nightmares forever. I walked down the clean steps, and noticed how all the snow was gone now. A smile formed on my face. Finally! The snow is gone! I sighed happily, I couldn't wait until summer...wait. What would I do about the scars? I only have a few, because I cut the same place when I needed blood but still. I smacked my forehead, earning a few strange looks from the people walking around me. Oh well, I can always say I got into a few knife fights...Like that would work! Maybe I could say a cat attacked me, or something. That sounded just pathetic though. I'll come up with something I suppose. I should just go to the pharmacy and get some of that nifty stuff that gets rid of scars.
I turned another street, almost to my place of employment. I wondered, what could happen today? It probably had something to do with Matsuda. Maybe he's secretly a terrorist. Or maybe an alien that wants to eat brains...A zombie-alien. I yawned, rubbing my eyes soon after word. I need to get more sleep too, dark bags were starting to form under my eyes from staying up late killing criminals and what not. Those where not attractive. I also wondered, what was Yoshi doing? Was she still in school, or was she at home? Maybe she was killing criminals again? I felt bad for dragging her into this...but she's really good at it for some reason. Doesn't she have any importance on human life? Probably not, not like I had much either. Before I knew it, I was at the toy store once again. Thinking really did take up a lot of time, I should try it more often.
I pushed open the glass door, which created a bell-like dinging sound. Light following close behind me, going through the closing door. I punched in my time card and went to get my uniform deal on. A minute later I was wondering the store, putting merchandise on the shelves and all that 'fun' stuff'. Work is so boring, but it could be worse. Like, I could be a mailman..er..woman. Light was looking around the store constantly, like a purple dinosaur could jump out at us any minute now. Maybe Light was wrong, maybe this was going to be a normal, boring day after all. I put down a fresh box of Yuugiou cards on the table, eying them with sorrow. Do want. But alas, I am not the wealthy one...at all. Even if they are relatively cheap, I need the money for other things. So, back to work with me! I turned around, heading near the back where the puzzles where kept, a few of them in hand.
That's when I saw the most peculiar character. And when I say peculiar, I mean it. There was a short boy sitting on the floor, his dull eyes scanning the puzzles with little interest. He had one leg pulled to his chest, like half of a fetal position. His pale finger was playing with pure white hair, making me believe he was albino. Unlike normal people, who dress them selves in various clothing, he was still wearing pajamas. Like the rest of him, they where white. Not one stain, or rip, or sign of dirt. Silently I wondered, what brand of laundry detergent does he use? I mentally slapped myself. What was he doing, exactly? He looked young, but not exactly like a child. But not exactly adult age either.
"...That's....N..." This was the new L? I can hardly believe so, he looked way too young to be a detective. He looked like he still belonged in high school, maybe even middle , looks can be deceiving I guess. Light looked furious, his face resembled an ugly monster, all scrunched up and snarling. What was N doing here? Shouldn't he be someplace away from human eyes? Doesn't he know Kira is out there, searching for a way to kill him? Although, that was probably the reason's why he was in public. Did he put me on the suspect list? The boy, N, turned his head around, looking at me with a raised eye brow. Darn, I didn't notice I was staring. I have to say something now, or could I pretend to be mute? Which was more suspicious?
"...." Nothing, great, genius.
"...." He didn't say anything either, I wonder how many thoughts where going through his head?
"...The hell,"I spoke, finally breaking the awkward silence. "is up with your hair?" Light glared at me for asking such a idiotic question, even N looked at me like I was some kind of moron. So much for first impressions, unless that makes me less suspicious. Then yay for idiocy..? More awkward silence. This is great really, grade A material IF IT WASN'T HAPPENING TO ME! Jesus, what should I do now? Here I am, stuck with my enemy, I basically just insulted him, Light hates me, and nobody is saying anything.
"...I'm just going to leave now." With that being said, I walked the other way, slowly heading towards a corner. Once I was out of the creepy detective's sight I sprinted to the lounge place, closing my self in in one fluid movement. Light appeared next to my in a second, looking ready bite my head off. I guess I kind of had it coming though. I grabbed the nearest magazine and hit myself on the head with hit a few times before throwing it to the opposite wall due to frustration. Great, just great. He's probably arranging some kind of execution for me right now in his creepy little head. Damn, damn, damn, damn! I am so dead. Deader then that road kill I saw this morning! I looked over to Light, who didn't look as mad anymore. But he still looked mildly irritated.
"Don't worry about it, you just made yourself like a typical, every day ass." I glared at him, did he have to go that far! He's the ass, not me! I scowled, and turned my head away from him. After thinking for a few minutes I realized, I did make an ass of myself. I slid to the floor, now feeling my heart slow down after the incident. Slowly, I made my way back to the store, I can't get fired from slacking now. Finding a new job would be a pain. I grabbed the puzzle boxes and made my way back to where N was. If I was lucky, he would be gone. Light floated on ahead, white I walked as slow as I could. Which was pretty slow, like a snail. It took years of practice to master. Yeah, kind of, not really, no.
I'm not a lucky person, I'm more like a magnate for bad luck. Was there something wrong with the world that made every day be Friday the 13th for me? Maybe there was...I would have to fix that as soon as possible. I peek around the corner quietly. The creepy detective was still sitting there, with the same expression. Again he looked over at me, an unreadable expression was written on his face.
"Sorry about that, you're just weird looking." It wasn't much of an apology, more like another insult. But, it might help to act like an idiotic, typical, every day ass. If it wasn't helping, then that sucks. I walked away from the shelf. Let me tell you, it is not comfortable being in the same room as N. It was like he was analyzing my every action. Kind of like a machine, but only creepier. Much, much creepier.
"Is that so." The context of the sentence he spoke sounded like it belonged to a question. But it was more like he was stating it to himself. I chose to ignore him, placing all the puzzles in their places, trying to put them away a speed that was fast, but not suspicious. Now that was really hard to do.
"Can you get that puzzle down for me." Again, it should be a question, but in no way did it sound like one. It sounded more like an order. But, nevertheless, I nodded and grabbed a puzzle. Strangely enough, the puzzle was one of those twenty four thousand pieces puzzles that take forever to do. Even stranger, it had no picture on it. Was he really planning on solving it? It was meant to be painted on but, he didn't look like an artsy person. What if he was though? I glanced at his fingers, no paint stains. Giving up, I handed him the puzzle and his small, pale hands took the box swiftly, setting the box in his lap.
"Thank you." I nodded before walking away to continue doing my job.
"Don't mention it."
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Near had started the puzzle, as he had thought it was much more challenging. It might actually take him a few days. Maybe even more if he was lucky. Today he took a chance and went to the toy store that one of his suspects, Masuyo, worked at. That was fine with him, he needed a new blank puzzle, seeing as his old one held no more challenge to him what so ever.
Masuyo was a strange person indeed. He was having a hard time deciding if she should be deemed as more suspicious, or less suspicious. She had come off as an average, rude citizen with a low IQ. Which he knew, she didn't. Although, when she was staring at him and later ran off could prove as suspicious, it could also be dismissed as plain embarrassment. She was a girl after all, females where prone to do things like that, right?
Not like Near would know that much about the female species anyways. The most suspicious thing she had done, was when her eyes shifted to the side. Before she had first had spoken, they glanced to her left. When she did, her expression looked annoyed almost. But it didn't look like it was directed at him either...If she was Kira, it could have been her shinigami. But the probability of that was quite low.
There was something that could lower the chance of her being Kira. That was that the death of criminals continued during the day, with no hesitation what so ever. But they knew that the Death Note could control the time of death. So that little fact didn't do anything to disprove her as being Kira. So in the end, he was nearly left with nothing. Near pressed a button, and the many television screens turned on, each one showing the same, one room apartment.
The camera's and bugs where installed into Masuyo's home while she was at work today, and they where now running flawlessly. Each camera was of great quality, so they should have any problems. She wasn't home yet, he noticed, but kept in on anyways. They placed plenty of camera's leaving no blind spots whatsoever, even in the bathroom. Including the shower. Lidner volunteered to go through those tapes. Although, we all should know Near is asexual so it wouldn't matter to him anyways.
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I collapsed on my bed, my face being smothered into my poka-doted pillow. The one thing on my mind, was none other then the white haired N. First off, he was pretty creepy. If some kid can to my door during Halloween dressed as him, I would be pretty scared. His eyes where especially creeping, indeed. There was no doubt in my mind that I would end up having nightmares about him. More importantly, did my actions make me seem more, or less, suspicious? Hopefully less, I didn't come off as that smart. Even if I was nearing taking the ninth place in my class. Maybe I was dropped on my head as a baby? I think I might have been dropped a few times.
"Hey, girl, I thought you might want to know something..." Ultio spoke, I didn't respond I was too tired and stressed to move at the moment. But I was sure I was going to tell me anyways.
"They put a bunch of things in here earlier today. I don't know what they are but, they're everywhere." I rolled onto my back, thinking about what the shinigami said. It could be bugs and camera's but...Isn't that illegal? Would N go as far to do things like that? I'm not really all that surprised though, anything to catch Kira.
"He's right, there's camera's and bugs everywhere. Ultio, that means you can't use the television for the time being. Or anything else." I groaned, and flipped back over. Great, just great. Now I'll have to be extra careful about the whole Kira thing. That's just what I need right now...What's even better is that Ultio and Light can talk all they want and do whatever, but not me. Well. Ultio can't mess with anything now and it's not like Light could if he tried. Unless another freak flying knife thing happened again. That would suck. I wold be arrested in a heartbeat, or maybe even dead. Lazily, I turned on my TV and the Nintendo 64, might as well clear my mind with some wholesome video games.
I wonder how long the cameras and bugs are going to be in here? Hopefully not long. If they are, I think I'd have to move someplace far away. Maybe I would move to Sweden...yeah...my brain isn't making much sense. Not that there's any thing wrong with Sweden, I just don't speak Swedish. Only Japanese and English, and my English isn't perfect either. So in all, no Sweden for me.
Out of the back of my mind, I heard loud, obnoxious ringing. What was that anyways? Oh right, the telephone. I had almost forgot that I even owned on of those things. I paused the game, and walked towards the phone, picking it up on the third ring.
"Hello?" I asked, my tone was dull, maybe even a bit irritated.
"H-hello! Masuyo, It's Kyung Mi..." I blinked, Kyung Mi was Ji's mother. She was really shy and timid, so obviously it was rare to get a phone call from her.
"Hi, so...Is anything wrong?" I asked, her tone seemed different. It sounded, really sad...almost like a person who just recovered from crying. Hopefully it was nothing too serious.
"Can...you come over here? There's something we would like to tell you..." I hesitated, but decided not to ask why. I told her I would be there soon enough and hung up. I wondered what she wants to tell me? I saved the game before turning off the television. Mentally, I groaned, I didn't get much time to play the game yet. I kept on getting interrupted. Oh well, I slid back on my shoes and walked out, Light decided to follow me also. Once the two of us where a good distance away from the apartment, we began to talk.
"So, what are you doing now?" Light asked boredom evident in his voice, we didn't have to worry about bugs. The clothing I'm wearing is the same as the ones I left with. Therefore, bug free.
"Ji's mother called me and wanted me to go visit them. I don't know why but..." I paused, deep in thought. "...she sounded sad. I hope everything is okay." He nodded, silently following me encase anything happened that would require his advice. It was almost six now, so the streets where fairly empty. It was quiet, seriously, I swear if someone dropped sewing pin right about now I could hear it. There was a cold breeze, which made me shiver involuntarily. I stuck my hands in my pockets, attempting to keep them somewhat warm now that it was cooling down thanks to the evening air.
Moments later, I arrived at a nice, smaller sized house. Ji's parents lived here, while he lived in an apartment with a room mate. I cringed, his room mate was such a pain, I don't know how Ji manages to live with a guy so emotionless like him...I inhaled some air before knocking on the door twelve times. I had a habit of doing that...but it's not bad. People who get used to it automatically know it's me. Twelve is a pretty cool number...I think it may be my favorite out of them all. What am I doing, thinking about numbers? I sound like an elementary kid, jeez.
My thoughts vanished when the sound of a door opening filled the street. A woman, a few inches taller then me stood in the door. She was in her forty's, so there where some wrinkles on her face. She smiled kindly before opening the rest of the door.
"I'm glad you came...please, come in." I nodded, walking into the warm house. I slid my shoes off before following her to the living room. She smiled but...the smile looked sad. I wonder what happened? The family room was much nicer then my entire place. The carpeting was a cream color while the walls where painted a pale yellow, with one wall painted white. There where several paintings and photos hung on the walls along with two dark brown bookshelves filled so that they wouldn't fit anything else. Ji father, Kang-Dae, was sitting on one of the darker colored chairs, next to a matching couch. His father was more serious and business like, but even he looked sad.
Kyung Mi sat down on the couch, while I sat down beside her. I felt my heart start to race, what was it that they where going to tell me? It didn't seem like it was going to be good news. My mind automatically went through many worst-case scenarios instantly. Maybe one of them had gotten cancer? Maybe it had something to do with Ji! What if they all where planning to move, or maybe Japan was sending them back to South Korea! My heart raced even more, I think I even began to sweat a little bit.
"Masuyo, are you okay?" I blinked, looking at the woman. She had long black hair and dark eyes, and his father had the same. I nodded slowly, now more nervous then before. She smiled another sad smile before she handed me an envelope. I raised an eyebrow before taking it. Carefully, I peeled it open before taking out the card inside. My eyes quickly scanned the card, by each letter them where becoming wider. By the time I was nearly finished, I had stopped reading it and dropped the light card on the flooring.
It was an invitation.
To a funeral.
Ji's funeral.
It was worse then I had imagined. Horribly worse, ten times worse, one hundred times worse. I curled my legs to by chest, burring my head in them. The card had said that Ji' died because of a driver under the influence of alcohol. He had died instantly and painlessly, according to the card. Did he really? The incident happened around five in the morning, today. The funeral was in five days, around noon too. I felt like crying, but tears didn't fall. Though, I was sure they would fall later...Ji's mother ran her down my back, trying to comfort me. Silently, I grabbed the fallen letter in my hands before standing up. I turned to his parents, but my face was looking towards the ground.
"I'll be leaving now.." I muttered before walking the other way.
"Are you going to be okay?" I heard a soft voice ask me. Without pausing, I nodded and walked out the door. It was cooler, and darker then before. But I wasn't gone too long, I should be back home before it was completely dark. Light followed behind me, not saying anything. The walk home was long, but it helped me a little bit. To think and what not, and I began to feel a little be better. But don't get me wrong, I was still shooken up, I amazed myself by being able to walk back home. It was darker now, and much colder too. I shivered slightly, being closer and closer to my home. The streets where filled with the sound of cars again, and the street light light the side walks. I ignored the noise as I walked up the steps of the building. Soon enough, I arrived at my door, still in one piece.
Then I noticed something. A slip of paper was in my door. Without hesitation, I removed the paper and looked at it. It was a blank piece of notebook paper it seemed. I frowned in confusion before flipping it over. Scrawled in messy hand writing was two words. Or more specifically, a given name, and a surname.
Ji Yeoum.
My eyes shot open as I gaped at the paper.
"It's from the Death Note..." Someone had purposely killed Ji, and they had a death note. Also, from this it seems as if they know I'm...Kira. What a day, three bad things. Near, Ji's Death, and now this.
"What are you going to do now?" Light asked for the second time today, I didn't have to think of an answer.
"Ji's death was my fault, because I was being naive. I should have distanced myself from him once I became Kira to protect him but now...It's too late. It's time to get serious. I won't make any more mistakes." My voice sounded strong, and it didn't waver. I needed to continue being Kira, I needed to find the the person who killed Ji. With that I could use them, and eventually get revenge.
I shoved the note in my pocket and walked inside the apartment, already brainstorming idea's to find the newest 'Kira'.
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Sorry for not updating in a month. I re-wrote this chapter so many times it's not even funny. It took me forever to write it in a way that was okay.
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