IX

Sunday, December 30, 2012 4:11 PM

Frost bolted upstairs with the orphans frantically following. Arc became lost in the crowd and couldn't keep up with Frost's speed. The hallways were soon cluttered with orphans, and there was the two big questions of "who was she" and "will she be okay." No one could answer these questions, not even Frost himself. On the way, Frost called for someone to turn up the heat and another person to bring some extra blankets. These orders were soon more or less fulfilled.

Frost, after entering the nearest bedroom to the staircase, laid the young woman down gently on the nearest bed. She was clearly unconscious, as her eyes were closed. The orphans began to shuffle blankets onto her body and hoped for the best. Frost even took off his own coat and laid it onto her. Who knows how long she had been sitting there in the cold? Dear Lord... help her, he thought anxiously.

Arc moved up to the front of the crowd after everyone began to calm down a bit, "I found this," Arc held up what looked like a dirty, thin, black notebook, "on her. Any idea what it could be?"

Frost stared at it and could've sworn his heart stopped. A... Death Note...? He looked from the notebook to girl and back. There's no way... He looked again from the girl to the notebook. There's simply NO freakin' way. Frost swiped the notebook from Arc's clutches.

"Yeah, I'll take a look at it later," he replied.

Arc gave Frost a confused, but suspicious glance, "You alright?"

"Yeah... I'm fine, it just... seems weird, that's all," he answered, trying to bring himself back.

Arc looked at Frost for a moment, but then nodded in approval, "Yeah, gave me the creeps, too."

With that, Arc rallied up the orphans and pushed them back outside; moans and whines echoed from the group like a chorus of tuneless trolls. Meanwhile, Frost watched the girl with an unblinking eye. This girl... can't be an Angel. How could I have found an Angel so fast? But, he let that theory to rest and simply continued to hope for the best. After all, it was just a theory.

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Monday, December 31, 2012 1:30 AM

A moan could be heard from the bed near the door. Frost, sitting at his usual place by the window, heard it well and hurried over to the girl. As he kneeled at the edge of the bed, the girl's eyes began to open. At first, they were a blank, hazy gray, but as her eyes began to widen, they flashed on red immediately. The girl blinked and sighed in relief.

"Who... who are you?" she whispered softly.

"My name is Frost," he answered gratefully, but the girl shook her head in disagreement.

"That's not your name," she replied, correcting him.

Surprised, he began to understand why this girl's eyes may have turned red in the first place. Shinigami Eyes, he thought, piecing it together, this must have been what Near was talking about.

"Fine, but here, we're not supposed to call people by their real names, alright?" he whispered back.

"Then... where am I?" she asked, scanning her eyes around the room.

"You're at an orphanage. Don't you remember?"

"I was just... looking for somewhere to stay. I didn't know this was an orphanage," the girl answered truthfully.

"Okay then... but, just tell me... what's your name?" he asked as politely as he could. If I'm going to kill her or not, I should at least learn her name.

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Monday, December 31, 2012 1:34 AM

"Alright, I've made it inside," answered a shadowed figure.

It was dark, so he held the advantage. He had infiltrated the Wammy House quite well, but then again, if the headmaster was dead, then all he would have to worry about were a bunch of kids. This assignment wouldn't be too hard after all.

"Good, Gevanni. Now, I need you to find Frost. You'll know him when you see him," replied the com-link microphone in his ear.

"Alright, but where exactly should he be?" asked Gevanni as he quietly shut the front doors.

"He should be in one of the bedrooms upstairs," buzzed the communicator.

Gevanni headed for the front staircase. Nothing in the mansion could hear him. He was more silent and careful than a mouse. He tip-toed into the dark hallway to his left where the bedrooms were. He checked to his left and then to his right to make sure he wasn't being watched or seen. He was the essence of silence. This was the great thing about stealth suits. Stealth suits were thin, black, robotic suits that were used by the military for stealth missions or when infiltration was needed. They held a cloaking device that would create a camouflaged space around them. The only defect was that, if looked at carefully, the space could be seen. Secondly, objects that they were holding could be seen as well, and the suit didn't nullify sounds.

Gevanni crept over to the bedroom to his right. A dim light could be seen in the corner of the room. He saw an albino young man and a girl under a hefty amount of blankets. The albino one had to be Frost.

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The girl began to get suspicious, but soon relaxed, "Alright... my name is Naomi Silver."

I don't want to kill her, but... if it's for the good of the Shinigami Realm, he thought as soon as he learned the name. Without noticing, he silently swiped out his black notebook from under the bed where Naomi lay. Unfortunately, Gevanni saw it clearly.

Gevanni turned around the corner and spoke into the com-link, "I've found it... Mikami. The notebook is, in fact, in Frost's possession."

"Good, now put on the visor. We can use that to find out Frost's real name!"

"But, wait a second," he replied, as he noticed a second notebook being pulled out as well, "It appears that he's getting a white notebook as well."

The com-link cracked, "KILL HIM AND GET THAT NOTEBOOK! GET THE WHITE NOTEBOOK!"

"But... Mikami, why must we-"

"YOU WILL USE THAT DEATH NOTE YOU'RE CARRYING! YOU WILL USE IT!"

"V-very well... Mikami, sir," Gevanni replied hesitantly and pressed a button on his helmet to release a visor that would show whoever was on the other end what he was seeing.

Slowly, but swiftly, Gevanni looked straight into the room as he pulled out the Death Note he was, indeed, carrying. Unfortunately, if either of them looked close enough, they would see the Death Note mysteriously "floating", and it would give him away.

Naomi slowly turned her head to the other side, as she was still very tired. She wasn't in the best health, and it was in the middle of the night. However, as she turned her head, red flooded her vision.

Stephen Loud

"Gevanni..."

"Yes... Mikami, sir?"

"You will kill them both."

"What?!" he asked. This was his mistake. Now even Frost could tell there was someone there.

"KILL BOTH OF THEM!"

Scribbling immediately brought its presence boldly like a bolt of lightning. Naomi's eyes widened in fear. Frost saw the Death Note floating. He could tell that this meant their deaths.

"Frost! There's someone at the door!" Naomi voiced ominously.

There's one, now for the girl's turn, Gevanni thought as a smile began to spread on his face. This is actually... kind of fun! As he wrote Naomi's name down, his smile became more and more twisted. He was enjoyed this rush. He was high off of it.

Unexpectedly, however, Frost lunged at Gevanni. The two of them crashed into the bedroom parallel to the one that Naomi and he were in. The cloaking unit on the suit diminished, and a psychotic Gevanni was unveiled. Frost, in a fit of adrenaline and complete rage, bashed his bony fist straight into Gevanni's face. Although his face was now a wreck, Gevanni continued to write down Naomi's name vigorously in his Death Note. Yes... die, die... DIE!

Another fist came lunging at Gevanni's face. Screams of complete horror followed as blood spewed from the spy's nose. Showing up out of nowhere, strong hands grappled both of Frost's arms and lifted him up from his intense fury. Little did he know, his own name was already written down. Suddenly, mortal agony struck Frost's own heart and he cried out in terror and frustration.

"NO! I'M NOT GONNA DIE! I CAN'T DIE TO THAT BOOK! I...won't! I... just... can't...lose...now," Frost wailed, but soon began to lose his speech as his words mixed together.

Frost flipped his head back to the room where he had come from. He saw the white notebook, the Shinigami King's Death Note, in the hands of Naomi. A pen was in her hands as she watched him die.

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Anyone may use this Death Note.