Death Note – Light's Legacy
Chapter 3: The new owner
Blake closed the door of his room behind him, dropped his bag with a thud and flopped onto his bed, sighing. Amber eyes staring almost unblinkingly up at the ceiling, he blew a few strands of his long and messy, black hair out of his face. He was not feeling like doing his homework at all today. Just like every day, really. Blake had finished highschool and was just now starting a university course in English. He had no idea what he was doing there or how he was hoping to get any further than an English teacher with it, but at least it was an excuse for his parents so that he wouldn't have to work. What he really wanted… Without further ado, Blake got up and went over to his desk, pausing briefly to look at the many books in the cases to his left. Thrillers, fantasy, sciencefiction… The one thing they all seemed to have in common was that they were works of fiction, from great classics to more recent, lesser known novels. Blake smiled. He was a man that lived in dreams, with no interest to something as mundane as the real world. Often fiction could be so much greater than the real world, inspiring, comforting or bringing beautiful emotions through simple words printed on paper. What he really wanted was to publish some works of his own, but it was hard to keep his inspiration and make any real progress. At this rate, he'd be fifty before he got one book out…
"Hmmm?" Blake blinked at the small book upon his desk. What was this? He was a 100 certain that it wasn't anything he had… It was bound in red leather, but had no other real distinguishing marks or a title upon the cover. Curiously, he picked it up, opened it and flipped through the pages. Blank. This was a notebook, just like he'd thought. It was quite nice, but nothing special. A gift from his mother, perhaps? Nah, she hadn't been in here a while. If she was visiting him, she'd at least call and wouldn't pass up the opportunity to talk to him anyway. Just then, Blake took a look at the other side of the cover. "Death Note…" It said in thin but extremely sloppy handwriting. As if it was written by a child or something, but it still had something eerie about it. Rather than the font however, it was everything that was written below it that was truly interesting. "'How to use…'" Blake continued to mutter to himself, reading aloud. "'The human whose name is written in this notebook shall die… The writer must have the victim's face in mind while writing the name. That way, people sharing the same name will not be affected. If the name is written, it will happen within 40 seconds. Details of the death should be specified within the next 6 minutes and 40 seconds. If the conditions are not specified, the victim will simply die of a heart attack.'" What the hell was this doing on his desk? It was… Weird. Morbid. Obviously fake too. Killing a person simply by writing a name… And yet, the thought itself was pretty cool. Before he could help himself, Blake sat down behind his desk and took a good look at the notebook. Heh… Almost worthy of a story in itself. Again, he flipped through the pages. No names were written in this thing, so at least this thing wasn't a murder weapon… Yet. Ugh, what was he thinking? It was obvious this thing wasn't real! Right…?
Blake sighed and bent down to switch his computer on, sliding the little red notebook aside. His doubts were a result of his overactive imagination. While it made him very creative, it gave Blake a tendency to be a little superstitious. But he tried to resist the temptation of writing a name within that notebook. He knew he had truly lost it if he did so… Instead, he focused on the websites he was visiting. The news had gone back to being the same old crap as always, ever since Kira disappeared around 2010. Wars in 'Can't-remember-the-name-istan', terrorist strikes, worries of global warming, etc., etc. In one interesting tidbit, the President of the United States was running for President again in the election campaign… Goddammit. Like that coward hadn't caused enough damage, bowing to Kira when the previous President was murdered. Seriously, if there's one person Blake wanted to test that notebook on, it would be people like him… With a shock, it hit him. No way… Desperately, he checked the notebook again. "If the conditions are not specified, the victim will simply die of a heart attack…" Blake whispered. It couldn't be... Everything about Kira's powers would be explained if he had possessed a notebook like this. Now the temptation became overwhelming. Blake reached into his bagpack for his pencilcase and grabbed a pen. Hands shaking, he opened the notebook. He couldn't do this… What if it actually worked? The chances were miniscule, but still. Did he really want that guy to die? Blake was often hesitant and doubtful and tried to look at things from every perspective, but he didn't believe Kira's way was right… But there were some scumballs who were obviously evil… The power of the book, the Death Note, was too strong to resist. Oh fuck it!
Blake put the pen to paper. If he was going to do this, he wouldn't use a heart attack. The whole world would think Kira was back. Might aswell test the Death Note's powers… With a vindictive smile, he thought of the President of the U.S.A., wrote his name and added: "Dies on 12:13 local time on November 5th, 2014, from choking on a pretzel." There. It was 12:13 over here right now, so Blake had set it up so that it would occur in the U.S. five hours from now. With the media coverage these days, he'd find out about it soon. Now another issue came to him – during that time, what would he do with the Death Note? No, it could still be a prank or something. Blake wasn't even thinking anymore about how it had ended up in his room. Well, one thing was for sure, until it was clear whether it was real or not, he had to keep this notebook safe. Grabbing the book, he looked around his room. Where would he put it? He didn't have a safe or anything… His eyes went towards his bookcase again. Of course! He rushed over and pulled out another book from the case. It was a huge, ancient tome containing God-knows-what; the point was that there was one of those locks on it. Laying it down on his bed and opening it with the key he kept along with all his others, he quickly found the hole he'd cut out of the pages. It was where he kept his diary and it would be a perfect place to keep the Death Note aswell. Well, okay, it wasn't perfect, but it would do. No one was aware of it anyway. Closing it and storing it in the bookcase again, Blake smiled.
He wasn't sure whether he should be glad about this or not, but an excitement was building within him nonetheless. The fact was that even the possibility of the note being real gave him a great sense of power. But there was something else… The way Kira had used it as a weapon to achieve his ideals. So boring. So unimaginative. Only a real writer like him should be worthy of something like a Death Note. Kira's part in this play was over. Blake would write a whole new scenario for mankind…