Invigorated.
Perhaps that's what he felt when he was still alive as a human and always being one step ahead of his enemies. Killing and planning used to be the only thing that was really...real to him. He remembered him self as the high school student, sitting at his desk as the news station played on his television screen; showing the names and faces of all those whom he would pass judgement. He had been so cocky as to think no one could come near him. Then L appeared with his smart little broadcasted trick, spiraling him into a situation that would ultimately lead to his downfall. At least he had managed to kill L. L who had become close to him. Who had seen him as a friend, but not one to be trusted.
Trust...
Trust.
Did he ever really trust any one?
Light looked off into the distance as he tossed something from one of his hands to the other. An apple: Grey and dry. Even the earth that supplemented these fruits was dead...but somehow, the apples kept growing. Light let it fall to the ground and crushed it with his foot, it was like crushing a ball of sand.
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"Oi, Bullet- you tricky bastard. How the hell do you always win?"
Bullet starred down at his cards and shrugged. He had been pulled into a game of cards by some shingami and had already won three times in a row.
They gambled for time. That was the only thing shinigami really had, passing years of their current life-spans off to the winner. It didn't really matter if you won or lost. You could always make up for your losses.
Bullet yawned and got to his feet.
"Whoa there, where do you think you're goin'?" Said one shinigami. He had a head that resembled the skull of a snake and wore a string of beads around his neck.
"You're not eager to lose, are you, Grawp?" Replied bullet. A bunch of the other shinigami laughed as well as Grawp.
"Bullet, you're the only shinigami of your kind who actually interacts with us asides from King Pantheon. You could say...we're the under-dogs of this realm."
"An under-dog, Grawp?" Said Bullet, mockingly. "I always thought you were more of a snake."
At that, Bullet summoned his wings, which resembled long skeletal hands with rags hanging from them, and jumped into the air, away from more laughter from the group.
The air grew humid in this realm as one's elevation into the air grew but Bullet didn't seem to mind. He looked down at the surface below with its piles of rubbish and bones. Shinigami dotted it like ants and he sneered. Worthless...This was his world. Where shinigami had no purpose, nothing to do and nothing to care for. How could he let this continue. Pantheon wanted this world to turn into one such as the human realm. At first, this had greatly appealed to him. This world becoming more than it was sounded wonderful, a new earth. An earth in which shinigami were capable of keeping their human resemblances but at the same time, bathing in power. It was so appealing, this world.
But somehow...It wasn't enough for him anymore.
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Asura drifted her long fingernail around in the sand. She was alone.
"A-Asura?" Said Light, surprised. He had never ever seen her without Pantheon before.
She lifted her head, seemingly snapping out of a trance, "Oh...Brother Kira..."
Light sighed and sat down next to her cross-legged.
"So, where's that annoying bastard, Pantheon? I figured he'd be on my case all day because I'm leaving soon."
Asura smiled, her delicate china doll smile. She looked so incredibly like Misa...
"Kira, who were you as a human?"
The question came without warning and for a moment Light stopped breathing.
"I-I'm sorry, that question...was unwarranted."
She closed her eyes, beginning to make circles in the grey sand again but then-laughter!
Light was laughing slightly, his hand brought up to his mouth to keep him self from losing control.
"W-what is it? Lord, brother Kira?!"
"N-nothing, Asura. You remind me too much of someone I knew in life...She was, at the same time though, nothing like you. No, Asura, I'm sorry. The way you are...you always seems so withdrawn but really...You're just always curious of other people, aren't you?"
Asura blushed, she wasn't sure why-but she did.
Light looked up at the sky, the moon shone full and wonderful.
"My life was a very cruel game."
"Game?"
"I understand that although many things happen on earth, this realm is never fully aware. Anyways, yes..." Light put a hand around one of his wrist shackles.
"My life was made up of two people, Myself and...him."
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Pantheon regarded the small body on the ground with mild interest. The back of Lynn's PJs were covered in blood around where the bullet had hit him square in the back. his eyes remained open, empty and with a look of paralyzed shock. Pantheon tilted his head to one side and smiled.
Somehow...he liked seeing this boy being killed.
"Oh well...I've already made up my mind...You're coming with me, boy-o."
He bent down to one knee and took one of Lynn's hands. The boy was only dying, not quite dead. His pulse was so mild no human would've been able to sense it and would've proclaimed the boy dead. Pantheon brought the tiny wrist up to his mouth, his sharp teeth gleamed as he bit into it, puncturing the veins.
----
The shinigami strolled down the streets, unseen by the public. This world was so boring to him now without Light in it...Oh well...
Ryuuk spread his long, frayed black wings and jumped into the air. He just needed to find the bastard who had picked up the Death Note. Perhaps something interesting would come of it. He perched him self on a telephone pole and looked across, over the city he knew as St. John, New Brunswick. It hardly resembled Tokyo at all but at least it didn't have any smog...He remembered listening to Light complain how tokyo is the most polluted area there is and how the government isn't lifting a finger to do anything about it. Ryuuk sighed and looked out unto the harbor where a few boats floated out in sea. What kind of person had picked it up?
Kurk Hayder
That was the name on top of the test sheet.
MVP on his basketball team, an extremely creative student artistically, and popular.
He sighed and folded the test into his binder, not bad..but not great. Recently his science grades had been decreasing.
"How'd ya do, Hayder?" Asked another student, standing close to his desk, his book bag hanging off one shoulder.
"Eh...not bad- 83. How about you, Jeremiah?" Replied Kurk to the brunette boy.
The boy laughed, "I got a 72, my mom's gonna yell at me later. Hey Hayder, You goin' to basketball practice today?"
"Oh...I can't today; I have a tutorial to go to. I was meaning to ask you if you could notify coach Cail for me."
"Sure, no problemo! Make sure you make it next time though...we got a tournament rearing its ugly head."
Kurk stood up, "Yeah, thanks, Jay."
He watched as Jeremiah left the classroom. He smiled to him self, in truth he had far more important matters than basketball or tutorials to attend to.
Opening the front zipper of his bag he took out a black, thin book.
He looked at it momentarily. His shoulder-length blonde hair fell into his face and a dark look creeped over his blue eyes. He then pushed it back into his bag, threw the backpack over his shoulder and ran out of the classroom.
He needed to get home, he needed to get to his room. He owned the world now...he could do anything he saw fit.
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Light stretched and looked down at a sleeping Asura. She had fallen asleep with her head lying on his lap while he had been telling her about his family and day life as a human. What he hadn't told her about was the gory details of the Kira case. Not of his death, nor of his imprisonment. These were things only he and L could understand.
She looks like Misa...Doesn't she, Light-kun?
Light opened his eyes as if a bullet had just passed through his mind. What the hell had he just heard? He looked around, no one. He shivered, the voice had sounded exactly like that of...
She was probably popular when she was alive...
Again.
No, he was certain that that was L's voice.
"L!"
He whipped his head around, nothing. Only bones and rubbish. Gently, he lifted Asura's head off his lap and placed it on the ground. He then stood up. If L wasn't talking to him from outside of him...he must be speaking from inside...from the shackles them selves.
He ran, his feet pounding against the grey earth. He had to seclude him self.
Light...So you're going back to earth, eh? What do you plan to accomplish there?
"Shut up!" Light grabbed his head and collapsed beneath a tree, "L..."
Kira
Suddenly Light felt his chest tighten, he threw his torso forward, gasping. A drop of blood leaked from the corner of his mouth.
"Damn..." He said through he smothering coughs. He clutched his shirt with his fist and shut his eyes tight.
Suddenly he felt a cold, smooth hand touch his forehead.
Are you in pain, Kira?
The voice he heard sounded cold and distant and when he opened his eyes all he saw were two grey ones starring back a him blankly, analyzing him to a T.
"L..."
Bullet circled above like a vulture, he watched with some degree of pleasure as his brother fell against a tree and seem to tremble with some sort of inner-conflict. It reminded him of the heart attacks he had watched his parents endure...
He laughed coldly. Kira was nothing...
Suddenly his eyes widened as he watched in shock as an apparition suddenly formed in front of Kira. It was blurred and the body of the figure was distorted. It knelt in front of Kira, looking into his face. The only feature that was not blurry was its head with its messy, black hair.
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"Oh! Kurk! I thought you had basketball practice today!"
"Naw...cancelled, ma." Replied Kurk lazily as he kicked off his shoes and began to make his way down the hallway.
"Oi! Big bro!"
Kurk paused and looked behind him where a boy, a couple of years younger than him, stood glaring at him. He had dirty-blonde hair that was spiked with gel and his blue eyes held a fierce determination.
"What is it, Noah?"
"Play a basketball game with me if you have no practice! I will defeat you this time!" Noah made a thumbs-down sign and smiled.
Kurk remained silent and turned his head, continuing to walk down the hall.
Noah expression changed from determination to surprise. Usually his brother was always ready for a match...
"H-hey! Kurk!" Noah ran down the hallway, following his older brother. Just as he was about to follow Kurk into his bedroom the door slammed shut, nearly knocking him over.
Confusion glazed over Noah's mind. He slouched over and glared at the floor. Something wasn't right...
Ryuuk stood in the middle of an empty street in front of a tall apartment building. He felt the pull of the death note. Here he went again...
Ryuuk spread his jet black wings and jumped into the air, rising upwards until he reached the eighth story. Two large window doors opened onto a deck which was connected to the living room. Ryuuk landed on the deck then passed through the doors, entering the home. He looked around, a women could be heard talking on a phone in the next room. Ryuuk passed through a wall and found him self in the kitchen. A middle-aged woman leaned against a fridge with a cordless phone pressed against one ear. He ignored her, his eyes scanning the kitchen until they landed on a bowl. A bowl of apples.
The women turned the phone off, laughing and clicked it back into the charger.
"Noah! I'm going out! tell your brother!"
"Right! Bye!" Replied another from within the house.
Ryuuk watched as the woman left the room then immediately snatched the bowl of apples, sticking two in his mouth at once. His eyes glazed over. It had been far too long...
Kurk pressed his back against the inside of his door. He was not interested in playing basketball with Noah anymore...What he was most interested in was...He pressed his bag tightly against his chest. With one final sigh he sped across the room and sat on his bed. Reaching under the bed, he slid out a laptop and opened it. The glow of the computer screen lit his dark face in the darkness of his room and he smiled maniacally.
"I've seen that face before on another..."
Kurk gasped and jumped in surprise. He turned slowly towards the doorway to stare directly into the bulging, red eyes of a monster.
He swore and rose to his feet, his laptop sliding off his lap and landing on the mattress. He backed into a corner and covered his face with arms and cried out.
"W-what the fuck are you!?" He managed to yell, fear evident in his voice.
The monster took a step towards him, seemingly used to his reaction.
"I'm Ryuuk. I'm the shinigami--"
"SH-shinigami!!"
"--whose Death note you picked up."
Kurk's eyes went wide, "The death note...belongs to you?" he said bringing a finger up to point at the black book lying on the bed.
Ryuuk cocked his head to one side, "Well, it used to until you picked it up. Now it belongs to you. Since you are now its owner, I have to follow you around now where ever you go until either you forgo ownership or you die."
"U-until I die?" kurk brought a hand shakily to his mouth and walked over to his desk, collapsing him self on his chair. His eyes looked blurry as if he was about to faint but at the same time held an aspect of deep thought.
For a moment, both were silent then Kurk looked up, he still looked shaken but had regained his composure, at least.
"I...see. Is that really all?"
"Heeh? What did you think?" Replied Ryuuk, "That I was going to steal your soul?" He laughed coarsely.
"Well that's what a any one would believe!" Yelled Kurk, losing his temper.
"I guess you're right...that is what he thought at first, as well."
"Eh? Who's 'he'?"
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Light starred into the distance as he sat under the tree, a hand gently spread over his chest. The light breeze blew his long hair slightly. He had seen him, L. He was sure of it. They had looked at each other, he had been touched by him...
Suddenly, Light felt a presence and looked up.
Nothing.
he kept looking at the clouded sky, his eyes glazing over.
"Kira. You look like you just died."
"Pantheon..." Light replied, acknowledging the shinigami without moving his head or eyes.
Pantheon moved towards him and Light listened to his footsteps. It sounded almost as if he had a smaller person walking with him...
"Kira, I have a surprise for you!"
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THANK YOU ALL SOOO MUCH!!
i love all your comments ad hey really do get me excited for the next chapter! Its a big big help!
So I thought, since I usually have no idea what to say in these little author's notes that I would talk about music and the stuff I do while writing
I've been listening to a lot of Paramore recently. Seriously, check em out! their a band that mostly is made up of guys but has a seriously talented lead singer whose a girl (Yeah!)
Their music gets me in the mood to write. Also I really enjoy the band stabilo...Their music really touches me and I listen to them a lot when I'm down.
One of my top 10 feel good songs had got to be Autumn's monologue by Paramore. Love it. Oh and I want to hold your had by the beatles All the hand clapping and catchiness that embodies the beatles really gets me going!
Anyways...ya
I've started watching 'Last Exile'
Really good so far...I'll have a full rating on it later!
Lol so if any one took the time to read that random blabber, I commend thee.
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