Genre: Suspense
Rating: Teen
Summary: A certain teenager gets a certain notebook, and we can all be sure that hell's going to break loose. (Modern AU, Death Note crossover)
There's a notebook falling out of the sky.
It's not exactly a common occurrence, but it's also not a big one, nor are many people paying attention to it. The black of its cover contrasts with bright blue and fluffy white as it falls. The ground awaits it beneath. Its trajectory passes the roof of the skyscraper it's falling next to, and now it's the white of exposed pages that contrasts against the background of steel and dark glass. Still, very few people see it falling.
But not no one.
Most of the people who notice it look at it for mere seconds, and then move back to whatever they were doing before. One raises an eyebrow at the strange situation, but reasons that it must have fallen somehow from a helicopter or plane - no matter that there are none of those in sight. But one notices it and doesn't look away. The one in question is a boy, not quite legally a man, who ambles rather than strides through the streets. He has nothing better to do, and to go home would be worse. There are bruises under his collar to attest to that.
The boy's black hair falls over the shoulders of his jacket, some of it tied up in a topknot to keep it out of his face. Dark bags hung under his golden eyes, contrasting with pale skin. His clothes are luxurious and dark and cover up most of his skin - only his face and hands show. All the better for him. If the public saw his bruises, who knew what would happen.
The notebook falls past the skyscraper, finally landing on the shadow-green grass below. Its black cover doesn't stand out nearly as much then. All the same, however, the boy's eyes don't leave it, and he walks towards it, a little more purpose in his step. He arrives there and bends down to pick it up, noting the title:
DEATH NOTE
Odd. Who knew what that meant.
Well, he reasoned, it had fallen out of the sky, which meant that it was likely no one was coming back for it...especially since, he realized as he flipped through the pages, it was entirely blank except for some stuff on the inside front cover. The first line of that writing read Any human whose name is written in this notebook shall die.
What?
He didn't get very far beyond that sentiment before - "Ozai!" he heard Zhao's voice calling. He stood up and turned to see his friend-of-sorts beckoning him over, and after a moment of deliberation, he tucked the book under his arm before he went over.
Even if it turned out to be a prank, it was probably best to keep an eye on it.
My March flash fiction, uploaded at 10pm on the last day of the month. As you do.