This is a pretty good chapter with two anticipated character introductions. I hope you all enjoy.
Seika Moriyama is a soldier born into a location known as the Division. Everyone who resides at the Division is immune to the effects of the Death Note. For generations Division members have been aware of the existence of Shinigami and the Death Note. You can choose to live as a normal civilian or soldier. She is forced to go into hiding due to pending civil war and leaves with her Shinigami companion Zenma who has been in Seika's family for four hundred years along with three other Shinigami; Zeph, Kuro, and Cana. The Shinigami are more godlike and the humans are far more dangerous.
UD Fun Fact: Von was originally going to be the Shinigami King in this story, but since there was already a king in the canon Death Note story I made Von a level of punishment in the Shinigami Realm.
Welcoming to the Unknown Revolution
For years now Kasuka had been asking himself the same question. Why was he cursed with a brother like Makoto? When he was younger he was happy to have a little brother, but as years went by Makoto grew to become more and more annoying. There was no reason for him to be so loud.
"Pleaaase," Makoto continued to beg. "If I'm going to get stronger, I'll need someone to train with."
Kasuka rubbed his temples and sighed heavily. This was the sixteenth time Makoto asked him, Kasuka was counting. "For the last time, I don't feel like training. Besides, you specialize in hand to hand combat, why don't you train with Seijiro or Akira," he suggested.
The younger boy groaned loudly at the idea. "I said I wanted to train, not die," he shouted. He grabbed Kasuka's wrist and tried to yank him off of the couch. "Come on; just get your lazy ass up!"
"Makoto, how many times do I have to tell you to watch your mouth," a deep voice asked.
Kasuka's body went rigid at the all too familiar voice. Kasuka didn't even look up; he didn't have the strength to do so.
Makoto dropped Kasuka's wrist and turned around quickly. A smile quickly formed on his face, he couldn't believe it. "Dad, when did you-"
"Why are you here," Kasuka interrupted coldly, getting up from the couch. "More importantly, why didn't you inform me that you were coming here?"
Yoshitake raised an eyebrow at his oldest. Instead of answering he walked closer to Makoto. "You're almost my height," he stated. He rested his large hand on top of Makoto's head and ruffled his hair. "It's good to see you, Makoto."
Makoto's smile grew even wider. It's been a while since he saw his father. On contrary to what Seika and Kasuka believed, Makoto looked up to his father. Yoshitake was stronger than all of the Division leaders, even Lena. All Makoto wanted to do is be as strong as his father was, but he had to train extra hard for that. He knew that his father was rough around the edges, but he wasn't the monster Seika and Kasuka believed he was.
Yoshitake removed his hand from Makoto's head and looked at Kasuka. "How are you, Kasuka?"
"Fine," he answered tersely, finally getting enough courage to meet his father's eyes. "Why are you here," he asked once again.
Yoshitake let out a small sigh while giving Kasuka a dull stare. "I came to see my family. There is no crime in that. Where is Seika?"
"She's on vacation," Kasuka replied coolly. He walked past his father and toward the entrance. "Don't bother asking me where she is either, because I won't tell you," he stated smugly.
The older man turned around and stared at Kasuka with an intrigued expression. "She's on vacation, you say? You're going to tell me exactly where she is. I have a right to know, being the fact that I am her father."
Kasuka scoffed at the older man's response. You sure don't act like one, he thought to himself. "Don't care, I'm not telling you anything," Kasuka responded with his arms crossed. "Makoto won't say anything either."
He then locked gazes with his younger brother, who had a deep frown on his face. Kasuka could practically see confliction on his face. Any other time Makoto would've told his father immediately, but now, as a Division One soldier, he couldn't do that. He'd be violating the location he swore to protect.
Makoto look down to the floor. "I'm sorry dad, but I can't tell you, captain's orders." He sheepishly looked up to see if he angered his father. It seemed to be the exact opposite, there was a smirk playing at the older man's lips.
"I see, you made the right decision Makoto," he congratulated. Yoshitake figured he'd have to find out one way or another. "Your Division should always come first."
"I'm going to talk to Takano; I bet he knows where Seika is. I'll see you two later," he said to his sons. "Hopefully, when I'm back Yukio is here as well. Tell him I said hello"
He ruffled Makoto's hair once more before walking over to the exit. Yoshitake look at his oldest with an unreadable expression. "It's good to know that your scars are gone. Aevan won't harm you again."
Kasuka frowned and gave his father a questioning look. He wanted to ask him what he meant, but if he did then Yoshitake would stay longer, and Kasuka didn't want to breathe the same air as the man who claimed to be their father.
"Wait," Makoto called out to the retreating man. "Can I, uh, can I come with you, t-to see the old man," he asked nervously. He was always nervous in his father presence, but it wasn't out of fear, it was his deep idolization. Kasuka couldn't help but to roll his eyes at Makoto's sheepish attitude.
Yoshitake gave Makoto one of his rare smiles. "What I need to talk to Takano about is private, but when I come back, we could always train together," he suggested.
"No," Kasuka interjected. The other two males gave him questioning looks. "Makoto, you won't train with him. That's an order."
Makoto burrowed his brows at the gunman. "Why not," he exclaimed.
"You know how he treated Seika when he was teaching her how to fight. He was unnecessarily harsh with her. If you fight him he just might end up hurting you, just like he did to Seika."
"Seika asked to be taken under my wing," Yoshitake pointed out. "She had many opportunities to stop training with me, but she wanted to continue, even when your mother insisted that she train at the academy. I'm sure that Makoto is already strong enough to keep up with me. Instead abusing your power, why don't you let Makoto decide?"
He really knew how to push Kasuka's buttons. "I'm not abusing my power; I'm looking out for him. Reiji would've made the same choice," Kasuka argued.
"Well, Reiji is dead," Yoshitake replied with a challenging expression. "Isn't that right Kasuka? If only I could've grieved my dearly departed brother. Poor Little Rei." He said the last part in a condescending drawl.
Kasuka didn't respond to his words. Everyone knew that Reiji was still alive, so he wasn't going to play any games with anyone. "Where's your buddy, Zeph," he asked with a venomous tone.
"He's searching for his old friends," Yoshitake replied evenly.
"Is he going to give them unexpected information? He seems to do that a lot."
There was a visible tug at the corner of Yoshitake's lips. "We'll wait for the summit for that, won't we?"
Kasuka returned his father's smirk. "Yeah, I guess we will. That's when you'll find out where Seika is. You're patient, so you won't mind waiting."
Makoto looked at the display with a frown on his face. Kasuka and his father never had civilized conversations, they had verbal challenges. It annoyed Makoto and it made him feel uneasy. On one occurrence Kasuka actually fought him, that was the day Seika joined Division One. Yoshitake never hit him back, he just blocked every one of Kasuka's blows with ease. It was strange to see someone as strong as Kasuka, struggle so much in a fight. Yoshitake Moriyama was known as the strongest man in the Division.
"Kasuka," he cut in. "When dad gets back can I please train with him? I promise I won't get hurt." All Makoto wanted to do was spend time with his father. It wasn't often he dropped by.
"Makoto, I trust you, it's him I don't trust," he responded while glaring daggers at his father.
Yoshitake rolled his eyes at Kasuka. "I give you my word that I won't be too harsh on Makoto. This isn't me trying to harm your soldier; it's me wanting to spend time with my son. You could join if you'd like."
The suggestion repulsed Kasuka, but he looked Makoto, and his face softened. He hated being the oldest, every time he looked at Seika or Makoto it felt like he was looking at a kid. It was hard to say no to either of them. He still didn't understand why he had such a stupid brother, but he would never get the answer to that. "Fine," he gave in with a sigh.
"Splendid," Yoshitake said with the vaguest smile. "I'll see the two of you later." He walked out of the room sparing Kasuka on last glance.
"Damn it," Kasuka whispered.
"I'd love to know what your infatuation with my house is," Light said to Seika after opening the front door for her.
Seika rolled her eyes and pushed past Light. "I don't have an infatuation with your house; I just have an infatuation for bothering you."
"Sorry to disappoint, but I've become immune to your teasing," Light replied with a smirk. "You can take any shot at me and it won't have any effect."
Seika raised a brow at this. There was no way Light could ever become immune to Seika's badgering. "Is that so? Well how about if I called you Kira," she whispered.
Light's smirk disappeared and turned into a scowl. "Fine, you win. Somehow, you still find ways to annoy me."
Seika shrugged with a slight grin. "What can I say, I'm a natural. Where is your family," she asked.
"Sayu's sleeping over at a friend's house, and my mother just left for the supermarket, so now it's just you and me," Light answered.
"Seika, good to see ya," Ryuk said from behind. Surprisingly the Shinigami was walking down the stairs instead of floating. "I'm going to make this brief, but this is goodbye."
Both of the teenagers frowned at the Shinigami. "Where are you going," they asked simultaneously.
"Today's the day I'm going back home. I'll mostly likely be back in a day or two," he informed.
Light didn't even try to hide the smile playing at his lips. He could finally be free of the Shinigami, even if it was for a brief period of time. Ryuk was the third main cause of his stress, the second being Seika and the first would be L.
"Well, since you'll be gone, I guess I'll have to annoy Yagami-boy twice as much," Seika said with a sigh.
The Shinigami laughed. "Bother him so much that he'll regret being born."
Light looked at the pair in disgust. Did they forget that Light was even in the room? He hated their friendship so much.
"Goodbye, Ryuk; I can't say I'll miss you," Light said to the Shinigami.
"Back at ya, I'll see you guys…whenever," the Shinigami said.
Before either of the human could say anything the Shinigami flew through the ceiling and out of the room. Light let out a sigh of relief, he had finally gotten his long awaited freedom.
He turned around and looked at Seika. "So…what do you want to do," he asked with raised eyebrows.
Seika shrugged and folded her hands behind her head. "I don't know. I'm the guest, so it's your job to entertain me."
Light snorted at the girl's reply while rolling his brown eyes. He should've suspected as much from her. Sometimes he thought that she forgot that she was his spectator. He rarely thought of her as that anymore. Sometimes it really felt like Seika was just his friend from school. He was still confused as to why she wanted to support him, during the entrance exam. He figured that she could be playing a manipulation game too, but that didn't seem like her style. Not mention, she had no reason to try and manipulate him.
This was Light's opportunity to find out what she thought of him. Ryuk was gone so, now he could ask all of the embarrassing questions he wanted without the Shinigami's two cents. Light let out a bitter chuckle. He had no idea when he'd gotten so pathetic.
"What's so funny," Seika asked with a confused expression.
Light took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Now was as good a time as any. "What do you think of me? Like what do you honestly think of me, and don't answer with a teasing remark or anything like that, I want a real answer."
Seika was more than taken aback by the question. She looked at Light with a mix of shock and confusion. He looked pretty embarrassed by that fact that he asked the question as well. It wasn't everyday Seika saw him like this. He seemed almost…flustered. There was a first time for everything, wasn't there? "Where is this coming from?"
"I've just been thinking a lot, and ever since that day you gave me Kousuke's diary, you've been...nice."
"It's because you said we don't have to hate each other, and it's true. Who knows, how long I'll be here, arguing with you gets tired. I might as well spend my time here enjoying myself, instead of hating you."
"Then how do you really feel about me?"
"Well, uh," Seika began awkwardly, "you're…really complicated, I guess. I don't get you most of the time. One minute you're Light…and then you're Kira. I'm not the biggest fan of Kira, but you already know that."
Light couldn't help, but huff at that. It was bitter one, though. He most definitely knew that Seika hated Kira. She expressed it multiple times.
"Light Yagami, isn't bad though. Sure you're broody and a bit of a buzzkill, but not in a bad way if…that makes sense."
Seika cleared her throat and looked away after that. If she did look then Light would see that she was most definitely flustered.
"You're blushing," Light stated with a smile.
Seika twitched in anger at the remark. "Don't go feeling all smug, it's not every day I give out compliments, so treat it like a treasure." she muttered in embarrassment.
He couldn't help, but laugh at that. She really could be such a child sometimes. Light moved closer to her. "Can you at least look at me?"
She sighed before reluctantly facing him. Her hair was blocking her cheeks, but Light could still see the pinkish tint adorning her face. He stared at her with a small smile, and for some reason Seika felt off. She wanted to believe that Light could be genuine, but nothing with him was ever simple.
"You think he has some type of manipulation scheme?" Kasuka asked.
"No doubt," she replied. "I think playing the card of obviousness is the best way to go. I want him to think that he's winning."
Seika and Kasuka had that conversation so long ago, but it was still relevant. She was tired of pretending to be oblivious. Seika knew that she had a plan to stick to but she couldn't bear the thought of Light believing that she was some gullible that was easily manipulated. Seika chuckled and shook her head, coming back to her senses. "You're playin' me like a fiddle, Yagami-boy."
Light frowned at her. He was going to speak, but Seika waved him off. "Don't pretend like you don't know what I'm talking about." She took a step closer to Light, and his frown morphed into another look, something competitive. "I'm not going to fall for any of your tricks, so you might as well give it up."
Light smirked, he couldn't help it. Seika was far smarter than she let on. He could just pretend to be oblivious to the points that she was making, but that wouldn't do him any good, she'd only end up getting angry, and when Seika got angry with him things usually took an unflattering turn. It was a cat and mouse game between the two, and the fact that they were both aware of that made Light feel an odd twinge of excitement, he liked competition. He leaned a bit closer to Seika, and couldn't help but to notice how she faltered a bit. "Then why are you still blushing?"
A breath hitched in Seika's throat and Light heard it. Why was she still blushing? Instead of questioning herself, she shoved Light away from her. She stammered looking for something to say in response, but ultimately failed, and Light stood there looking smug. She wanted to slap him so badly. "I'm hungry," Seika said abruptly. "You better have food here."
The subject change didn't even surprise Light. He won this argument, so he didn't need to press further. "Not enough for your appetite," he replied, "but I'll see what I can do."
He made his way to the kitchen and glanced at Seika once more, she met his eyes with a scowl. Light simply chuckled.
She was still blushing.
"Mello, Near, I think you two might want to see this," Matt said to the blonde who was currently lying on the tech genius' bed. "It's an email from Watari, and a weird one too."
Near peeled his eyes from his puzzle and looked at the older boy in disinterest. Mello frowned and slowly sat up on the bed. "What does it say," he inquired.
Matt cleared his throat before reading the screen before him. "L has given me the order to tell you to look into the condition of Rue Ryuzaki, but you boy's may have known him as Beyond Birthday."
Near looked over at Mello, who was now walking over to Matt's computer chair. "Beyond was the first in line to become L's successor before Mello and I. Mello, L told you about the BB case, didn't he? You know more than Matt and I, tell us about him."
Mello ran hand through his blonde hair. He didn't really know where to begin. "Well, he was a serial killer. His goal was to make a case that L couldn't solve. He was going to end it with a suicide, but an F.B.I agent named Naomi Misora, stopped him from burning himself alive. He's in federal custody now."
Near nodded his head in the slightest. "I see, L must think that Akihiko has some connection to Beyond Birthday, otherwise he wouldn't have sent that email."
"If they do know each other then we can assume that Beyond told Akihiko about the orphanage and that must be how he found us," Mello added. He then looked at Matt who was already typing away on his computer.
"It's going to take me a while to hack into the federal prison in Los Angeles, so be patient. While I'm doing that, Mello I want you to look into the files of the institute and find every record you can about Beyond Birthday. I want to know about his origins before he came here," the redhead ordered.
Mello nodded before sitting in the seat next to Matt and working on the computer beside him.
Matt turned his head to look at the ash haired boy who was still on the floor. "Near, I want you to go ask Roger about Beyond. Stuff about his personality, and his ambitions. If Mello or I asked him, it'd look too suspicious. Roger likes you more than he likes us. The goal is to find out if he had any of the same traits as Akihiko did."
Matt frowned when he saw a small smile tugging at the corner of the younger boy's lips. It disturbed him a little. Only because Near never smiled.
"Who would've thought you'd be the one taking initiative? It looks like Mello and I have to step our game up."
Mello snorted as he typed away on the computer. "Speak for yourself."
Matt sighed heavily and rolled his eyes at his peers. Why was something as serious as this a completion to those guys? More importantly, when did he become the mature one?
Ryuk had always known the saying "home sweet home", but that saying didn't apply to the Shinigami Realm. There was nothing sweet about a wasteland. Everything was the same, and nothing would ever change. The Shinigami definitely had no regrets about dropping his Death Note into the human world. Ryuk already knew where he was going. He wanted to talk to the king first, but he needed to see Von. He had to be in the presence of such a powerful Shinigami at least once.
There was no sunlight in the Shinigami Realm, but it was even darker over at Von's quarters. Ryuk had no idea why. It was fitting, though, for someone who was known as The Punisher.
No Shinigami willingly traveled to this part of the Realm. They were afraid of Von and avoided him at all costs. The fact the Ryuk was going to see him was brave, foolish, but brave nonetheless.
The further he went the darker it became. It was so eerily quiet, and Ryuk was creeped out, and it took a lot to creep a Shinigami out. As Ryuk continued to fly over to Von's base something landed on his face. Ryuk stopped his movements. The substance was wet. Ryuk frowned at this. There weren't many bodies of water at the Shinigami Realm. He brought his hand to the liquid to wipe off of his forehead. He examined his fingers and the color baffled him even more. It was a crimson red liquid…blood? That was unheard of in the Shinigami Realm. The smell was coppery, more so than the blood of a human.
Ryuk looked up to see where the source of the liquid was coming from.
A breath hitched in his throat. Above him was the body of a Shinigami. It was a female; her neck was wrapped around a purplish vine that was wasting away.
There was no possible way that a Shinigami could die by hanging. She had to have been tied up there. Then Ryuk look around even more and was flabbergasted at the sight. The female Shingami wasn't the only body hanging up, there were multiple Shinigami, hundreds, maybe even thousands, just dangling in front of him.
"Do you like my collection," a deep voice asked. "I worked very hard on sorting them. This is Azar, she's my latest trophy."
Ryuk looked up to see who was talking. The Shinigami swallowed nervously at the sight. The only Shinigami who scared him in terms of looks was Nu, but the sinister air surround this one was tremendous.
"Von," Ryuk uttered. The Shinigami was sitting on a throne of what appeared to be bones. Ryuk wondered if those were remains of his victims.
"You must be Ryuk, it's a pleasure. You're one of the more infamous Shinigami, I've heard a lot of stories about you. Rumor has it that you dropped your Death Note into the human world."
Ryuk only nodded in response. He was surprised that Von knew of him. He was practically frozen still. Before him was one of the most powerful Shinigami. He was able to do what others couldn't, not even the king.
"What brings you here," the older Shinigami asked with a hard tone. "If I don't like your reasoning, then I'll kill you. No one has ever walked out alive before, except for one."
The younger Shinigami nodded slowly before having a seat on the stone ground. He might as well have a seat. It was going to be a long story.
Von grimaced at the younger Shinigami. It took a lot of balls for someone to make themselves comfortable like that. Only Rayven was able to do so without Von getting bothered. "Speak," he ordered.
"That's really a nice ability you have there," Ryuk remarked with a chuckle, "being able to kill another Shinigami. Zenma did say you were pretty strong."
Ryuk didn't filch when Von's eyes glowed a scarlet red. It must've been a while since he heard that name. "How dare you utter that name in here," he spat.
"I heard that you two didn't like each other much. I wonder out of Zenma, Zeph, Cana, and Kuro who was your least favorite," Ryuk asked.
He had to be confident. If the conversation wasn't in his favor this could take a drastic turn. It was ironic, but Ryuk was afraid of dying.
"Where have you met them," the older Shinigami hissed.
"I stumbled upon this place known as the Division," Ryuk lied. "They didn't tell me much, but I know enough. I'm definitely going back there, that is if you let me walk out of here alive."
"I will on one condition," Von bargained with a smirk. It wasn't everyday he met a Shinigami who wasn't afraid of him. There was no way he'd kill this one just yet. "Why did you purposely drop your Death Note into the human world?"
"How do you know it was on purpose," The younger Shinigami questioned with a smirk. "Zenma threw it at Zeph, and he missed."
Von laughed at that. He remembered that like it was yesterday. Zenma was like the original Rayven, just as stupid and naïve. "You really know your stuff. These cases are a bit different. I've heard many stories about you Ryuk. You seem to be a bit of a troublemaker. Not as much a Rayven, but you're still pretty known."
Ryuk laughed at the reply. It was true enough that Ryuk was known for being a trickster. He felt slightly honored that such a powerful Shinigami knew his name. "I dropped into the human world, because there's more going on over there than here."
This caused the stronger creature to smirk. "Don't underestimate your own home, Ryuk. These bodies are going to be the start of something new. I see that you crave excitement, so I'd like to welcome you to the revolution," he exclaimed before laughing.
Ryuk stared up at the laughing Shinigami in astonishment, as his cynical laughter coursed the entire was being welcomed to a revolution. It meant that change was going to come. To Ryuk change was never boring. Von seemed like the real deal, if all of these bodies were anything to go by. Ryuk began to tremble, not by fear, but in anticipation. This is exactly what he wanted, no he needed this. The corners of Ryuk's lips were viciously twitching. Involuntarily his eyes began to glow. A sinister sound began to escape his lips. He couldn't hold it in anymore. A strong sound of laughter erupted from the Shinigami's mouth.
"H-help me…please," a strangled voice pleaded.
Ryuk's laughter died and he looked up. It was the female Shinigami hanging on the rotting vine. She was reaching out to Ryuk. He had never seen the look of utter fear on a Shinigami's face. It was nearly breathtaking.
"Shut up," Von bellowed. His leathery wings emerged from his back and he dashed over to the struggling Shinigami. He roughly latched his black hand around her neck and yanking her off of the vine. His gaze locked with hers.
Von smiled when she was squirming under his grasp. He showed his sharp row of teeth, knowing it would scare her even more. Involuntarily her eyes turned red. Von loved this part; he was able to see her true nature before killing her.
"You're quite that fighter, Azar. I'll make this as painless as possible," Von said with a smile. His grip tightened around her neck. He could feel her head detaching from her shoulders. Just a little more and she was gone.
He looked down at Ryuk, who stared at the scene in awe. It Ryuk wanted a show, then Von was going to give it to him. He closed his hand around her neck and crushed her throat in the process. Azar's head tumbled off of her shoulders and rolled on the ground. It collided with Ryuk's foot.
Ryuk slowly bend down and picked up the head. He examined it carefully. There was no life inside of her. Von had performed the impossible, he killed another Shinigami.
Ryuk looked up at Von who haphazardly threw the carcass to the side. His hand was drenched in blood. "Like I said, Ryuk, welcome to the revolution."
Big things are coming. After so long I've introduced Von and Yoshitake. Then after that the long awaited winter festival arrives. I plan for that chapter to be strictly Light and Seika.
I have a lot of big plans after the festival. Things regarding Hiromi, not only that but Misa will appear sooner than later.
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