Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note, or a Death Note. I have 4 volumes of Death Note though and my OC,Suzuki Tsukiko.
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Everything started with the bus hijacking. If I wasn't going to Spaceland, if didn't see the monster in the back of the bus, then I would have never been involved with the Kira case.
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No More Mind Games
Chapter 3- More than coincidence
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December 20, 2003 – 11:45 (1 hour ago)
Inside the bus
Cold. I was cold all around me. It was more of a numbing feeling as my hand touched the window. Pressing my face against the glass, I had to confirm something. I mean, why would a car suddenly stop unless it hit something.
And I'm positive that I heard a crash. It's not like I see accidents everyday or I get hijacked every other weekend. No, this was still a shock to me.
This was bad. And I knew I had to get out of there fast. Cops will be coming soon; they would question me for sure if I stay here. The last thing I need is to be on their radar. But my body didn't work as fast as my common sense.
I was still stuck on "There is dead body over there, right?" mode. But I had to see if the hijacker really was dead. I forgot everything around me, the people beside me, the Shinigami in the back, even where I was.
I gawked at the supposed dead body that laid flat on its belly as a slow mist rose up in the air, a grayish color. Then again, ghosts always have looked like they have been drained of color. It gradually formed a human-like shape which, unsurprisingly, resembled the bus hijacker to the very last detail.
The hijacker's ghost stood above its body. His feet slowly became completely see through, giving off the impression that he was floating. The ghost started moving around his body, still trying to figure out what had happened to him. In his attempt to grab his body when he bent over, the ghost's gray hands went right through its back.
It was so preoccupied that it failed to notice the FBI Agent bend down to check his pulse. As the FBI Agent got back on his feet, the driver asked if the man was dead. I already knew the answer. The FBI Agent nodded. At this, the bus driver took off his hat to run a hand through his hair and sighed.
The driver then stepped off the bus to reach into his pocket and called in the accident. The agent stared at the body in disbelief and contraction. The man driving the car that hit the hijacker stepped out of the right hand side of the car, his hands placed on both sides of his face. I hoped he had some good insurance. The poor man was about to cry.
I felt a tap on my shoulder. I quickly turned around with a hand clamped on my mouth to keep me from screaming out loud. I noticed then I had trouble breathing. My eyes roamed around finding the guy, girl, and Shinigami, in spite of everything, still in the back of the bus.
"Are you alright?" The brown-haired boy questioned me. He seemed quite honest by the look in his eye like he really wanted to help me. I lowered my hand to my chest, taking deep breaths. This was really too much for my heart to handle.
"Yeah, I just need to catch my breath." I said to him with a weak smile. "That was quite a scare, huh?" He smiled back at me.
"Of course," The boy turned toward the girl. "Yuki, I'm going to check out the front. Stay back here." Yuki hasty nodded to head and sat back down.
I watched as he hurried up front exit and talk to the FBI Agent, the Shinigami hovered behind. I made my way back to my seat. Bending over to pick up my manga that I dropped, the boy came back to get Yuki. I slug my bags over my shoulders and made my way off the bus.
"I know we were all set to go to Spaceland, but after something as freaky as this…" The brown haired boy said to the girl, Yuki, as they progressed down the aisle.
Yuki seized his arm. "Are you kidding? We're almost there. We're going." She hugged him closer. Plus, who wants to be questioned by the cops?"
When the couple got off first, I noticed that as the Shinigami passed the ghost, the ghost yelled out in freight. He quickly got to his feet and started running across the highway, screaming "the monster is going to kill me" along the way. I don't think he even saw the cars go right through him as he ran like his life depended on it. Or more like his soul, now that he was dead.
I didn't see the FBI Agent anywhere but that was the least of my worries. The bus driver was still talking on the phone, his back turned away from me. The couple went off in the direction of Space land, the Shinigami following behind them.
The boy looked back at me and yelled, "You coming?" I shook my head. He gave me a warm smile and turned back around. They continued down the street, Yuki pulling on his arm. I snuck away in the opposite direction.
My attention went to the Shinigami that was haunting one of them. It must be the boy that it's following around. I never have seen a ghost like that. If it was a ghost at all. It didn't even look remotely human. Maybe it was a monster? What did it mean by calling itself "god of death" anyway?
I shook head to clear my thoughts. I didn't get involved anymore. I should consider myself lucky that it didn't bother me or hurt me. It was best to forget this all even happened. More importantly I needed to get as far away as possible.
I happen to pass a venting machine full of food and drinks. As if on cue, my stomach growled. I didn't eat anything this morning; I had planned to eat over at Space land.
Ordering a bento and Coke, I sat on a bench by some trees near a park.
Setting my lunch down, I pulled out my cell and dial for taxi service before setting down. Asking the taxi to pick me up at a street ahead, I started eating my lunch with the chopsticks that came with it. That gave me some time to calm down. I inattentively stared out around me, paying interest to anything unusual. I waited for any thing else to happened today.
By the time I was finished, the taxi arrived. Taxis may be expensive but I considered this an emergency. I hopped in and door closed on its own. I told the driver where to go then looked down at my watch. It was 12:45 and I was too tired to care anymore.
I shifted in my seat to get more comfortable, pressing my forehead on the window. As the world passed me by, I vowed to myself I won't by using the bus route for a long time.
I didn't even realize that I fell asleep on the way home.
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Life must go on as they say. I have a life which is more than what I can say for some people. I had better things to do than mope around anyway. I spent the rest of my weekend at home doing nothing but chores and such. I was bored that I had nothing to do but study and work.
With school out, I spent more time studying for college entrance exams. I didn't understand most of the stuff considering it was too advanced for me. Physics and Calculus to name a few subjects. One thing I knew I would get top marks in was the English, Japanese, and French tests. I'm taking all of the language test that are offered.
I don't mean to brag but language is what I'm better at then anyone else I know. English being my native language; it is the most wide spread. At a young age, I found out when I was being taught at school that it was easier for me to learn my letters than the other kids my age at the time. I had found it amazing to write and read that I quickly became extremely obsessed.
Which was not good for my social skills; I had been known as a book worm in my childhood.
The more I read; the more I learned. Being a child, I still had the ability to absorb myself in understanding things quickly and remembering them. So I wanted to learn new languages and cultures: Spanish, French, German, Russian, and Japanese. Greek, Hebrew and Latin are some of the ancient languages that I know. I even had a phase where I was into Ancient Egyptian culture a few years ago.
But there was a catch: I could not spell. Sure, I had the memory to know a basic vocabulary of several languages but I could only remember the words as a whole, not in different letters that make the word. Spelling became harder as I grew up. It was annoying, honestly, but my memory to learn new words and not forget them grew.
I also used this new found ability to understand people or in my case dead people. That became my motivation for some time. I wanted to help these people but when I couldn't understand a word they spoke, I learn to.
I had learned Japanese simply to watch Anime and read Manga which I discovered in my earlier years at high school. I had come to the conclusion that "it was the coolest thing in the world". And I'm still in my Japanese Anime phase though I don't think it will go away any time soon. I even came to Japan in my last year of high school so I could gain more knowledge of it.
But I believe I just used that as an excuse.
What I really wanted was to get away from my real home. My family. It's something I don't like to talk about. When I think of my family, I get so angry and irritated but also sad.
But I changed all that. I came to Japan to get a new life, a new identity. I found a place to live near Tokyo. Hibiya High School was chosen for its availability at the last minute. I even got a job at a local bookstore. Living alone isn't so bad once you get used to being by yourself. Taking care of my new identity, I don't think anyone can find who I was.
Most of the money I have saved over the years will be going to whatever college chooses me. I want to go to the best college I can get. That why I'm be studying so hard over the next few weeks.
This week went by too fast. Between studying and my job, I haven't had the time to relax. And even though I told myself to not worry about the hijacking, it has been on my mind for some time.
Sometimes I can't get to sleep and my mind wonders over what happened last Saturday. Its like I know something happening around me but I don't know what.
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December 27, 2003 – 3:00
At Shinjuku station
I sat at a table near a window inside the CAFEEL coffee shop after a long day of shopping. I got up early to catch any New Year's Day sales in Shinjuku. Not caring how much I spent, more than half a dozen store bags lay beside me.
As I stirred my chocolate sugar latte with a tiny straw, I watched as people moved around the subway station. I felt content just setting here waiting for my train to arrive. But looking toward the clock across the room, the train would be here soon.
Gathering my bags in both hands, I exited through the entrance of the café and walked to the ticket booth. I avoided bumping into people as much as I could. I saw the ticket center up ahead but a small child ran into to me, knocking my some of my bags to the floor.
"Hey! Watch where you're going, kid!" I yelled at the kid who didn't bother stopping to help me. My hat fell off my head.
He ran off and lost him in the crowd. I was too busy making sure my stuff didn't stepped on as I pick them off the floor. I put my hat back on.
I handed my ticket to the Ticketmaster when I got to the booth, gently dropping my bags beside me. I had asked him where my train was. He told me to take the Yamanote line until I see my stop; it was the one to the right. Picking up my purchases, I rambled over and boarded the train.
I wanted a seat close to the door way but all were taken excepted the corner seat next to the fire extinguisher. I put most of my belongings on the seat and above me before I sat down, exhausted from running.
It wasn't rush hour yet, or else I wouldn't be able to sit down like this. I took a look around. Some stood up holding on to a ring attached to the ceiling. Others were sitting down like me, reading or doing nothing.
One man was talking a cell phone and using a laptop at the same time. What a workaholic or…maybe a multi-tasker. What a second, he looks….familiar!
I turned my head directly beside me, the man sat across the other side of the door from me. He seemed tense for some reason. I couldn't see who he was from here. I took my cell phone out from my pocket. Surfing through the menus, I selected the camera mode.
Positioning the phone in-between some bags, I zoomed the camera phone to his face. I was right, he did look familiar…..he was that FBI Agent from the bus hijacking! I wonder he where he went to but to meet him here.
Was he really after me along? The bus jacking was just an accident but was he following me around all this time and I didn't know? What ever it was, I had to be careful. I pushed my hat down
The low battery symbol popped on the screen.
Aggravated, I shuffled through my bags and took out my newly brought laptop. Placing it on my lap, I lifted the computer screen and grabbed a cord from my purse to connect the phone to my laptop. The low battery symbol disappeared as I repositioned the camera to lay on some bags covered up, facing at the FBI Agent. I made sure no one could see the cord or the phone attached to my laptop.
I sat looking at my computer screen, not at him. I didn't want him to know I was spying on him. Especially if he was spying on me. Starting up my laptop, I controlled my phone from the computer. I then ordered the phone to record using the computer's memory. I watched a window pop up on the screen.
It showed him putting away his cell phone. He took some smaller envelopes out of a larger one. He turned his attention to his laptop and being typing away. This continued for some minutes. He stared at the screen for a moment then grabbed a small envelope and a pen. The FBI Agent started writing on them.
He would get suspicious of me if I sat here doing nothing. Minimizing the window recording the FBI Agent, I started playing Sudoku on my computer. I checked on him occasionally. Some time went by; he was still writing something down.
Suddenly he got up and put the envelope on the overhead rack above him. He sat back down and stared in front of him. I watched him for a while. He didn't move or anything for about half an hour.
The FBI Agent abruptly stood up and walked off the train when it stopped. I turned around to look out the window. He stopped in mid-step and clutched his chest, yelling. From what I could see, he fell to the ground, dropping his briefcase. He turned his head to the train door, yelling out something.
The door quickly closed shut and the train starting moving again. Before the train sped away, I saw grey mist rise from him.
That is when I knew the FBI Agent was dead.
A/N: hi. Here is another chapter for you all! Thank you to all my new reviewers!
Til next time.
-mandy