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I bet you all thought I had abandoned you! WELL TOO BAD! You're not free of me yet and you won't be any time soon. Actually I've been very good. I wrote up a huge big plot-line! Mmm-hmmm thas right. Now I got this wonderful iittle plan so theirs not even much of a chance I'll get writer's block! YAYYYYYYY!!!!
Anyways...
Finally we've come to the chapter where it all begins!
I have written other fanfictions in the past and in some of them I got comments like 'hey its moving to fast!' and 'What? I'm confused..."
Now I know the second may be true for some of you even now but you can definitely NOT say that this story has been moving fast!
Death Note was an extremely complicated series and I plan to make this one just as complicated.
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Now please, read Chapter 6 of BLCM
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"I'm glad you came, Kira." Said Pantheon, his red hair falling loose down his back.
"I'm leaving tomorrow."
"Yes, as you wish..."
"I'm bringing Lynn."
"I thought you would."
Light sat down against the cold stone wall of the cave and sighed, rubbing his wrists for the cuffs were tight on them today. It had seemed to him that L would do his to him occasionally. Tighten the shackles, loosen them, make them burn him, make them so freezing his hands turned numb. Light could tell L was trying to get out of him again, trying to take a form and this was him battling against the walls of Light's soul, trying to free himself temporarily.
"Pantheon...what is Lynn?" asked Light curiously, "You're not about to give him a Death Note apparently, he doesn't show shinigami characteristics, yet he is here and he is dead. It's perplexing me and I hate that."
Pantheon laughed, "I thought we would come to this." He said sitting down in front of Light, crossing his legs. "I like to think of myself as a scientist, Kira. I like to experiment with things."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean? That Lynn is an experiment?" Light said this was partial disgust.
Pantheon shrugged, "Something like that, you see, he and my dear Asura are the same. I ask you, Have you ever seen Asura with a Death Note?"
Light was silent, trying to think of time when he had seen her with one, but to no avail.
"Kira, my son...that is because she is a Death Note."
"What!?" He hadn't been expecting an answer like that. Asura, a Death Note? How!?, "How is that possible!?" He said almost yelling, his question echoing lightly against the walls of the cave.
"Heh...I combine a human's soul with a Death Note. I cannot tell you the exact procedure because that is something for the King alone. If I were to give it to you, I would be abandoning that role."
"So...she can kill people without a Death Note?"
"She cannot do it alone. She is my Death Note, she needs me to carry out a kill." Pantheon paused, starring at Light's shocked expression, "Do you remember what she told you when you first met her."
Light tilted his head, almost cutely, causing Pantheon to laugh secretly to himself.
"She told you she was the Hell embodiment. She is Demon and Death Note, she is. She is the capsule of the Fire, Hell, the Inferno, the 9 circles...Whatever you call it that is what she represents. You, you represent judgement, a fair outcome, punishment, the course for a better world. Bullet represents Death, the kill, a fore-coming tragedy and then Wildenheim represents Glory, victory, a satisfying outcome. All of you represent something different but Lynn represents nothing,which makes him different. He is purely a Death Note, your Death Note."
Light sighed, he understood now. He held two Death Notes, once again. How, he wondered, would he be able to use Lynn though? Why was he even going to earth? No, he knew why he was going to Earth. It wasn't for Pantheon, not at all. He was going because it was an opportunity to fulfill his own goals properly...Even if he was simply acting as a puppet, he felt hollow without this goal he once clung to like a life-line. It had made him feel high, powerful and that is exactly what sent him to his downfall. He wanted to make up for his mistakes
"Kira, about your companion."
Light sighed, "Yeah, I know so shut up about him..."
"It's a him is it?"
Light felt his insides writhe, he didn't like Pantheon. The man reminded him to much of the person he once aspired to.
"Listen, Kira. This him that you speak of is dangerous. I know I once told you that it will be a benefit because it will force your powers to appear but he, by what I observe, has his own plans for you. Do not let him overcome you. You are yourself, that body, that soul is yours. I don't know much about these circumstances, actually. I have just learned what I can by observing. But make sure to hear what I say."
Light had heard, he had listened. Even though he didn't like Pantheon, the demon knew more than him, and this annoyed Light to great extents. It would be bad if he had to go against him.
"What about Bullet? And Wildenheim...Asura? Don't you have big flashy plans for them too?" Light asked this not expecting a response but Pantheon smiled and cocked his head to one side.
"You will be able to contact Asura at any time through the mirror of Fantama, as for Bullet and Wildenheim, they are also precious but they are not what's important now."
"Not important? Wait...how am I suppose to contact Asura through the mirror? Their are no mirrors like that in the Human Realm!"
"Did you think that pen of yours was just for show?"
Light blinked and dug his hand into the pocket of his pants, bringing out the back, coiled pen he had received with his note.
"This?"
"It can act as a rip through the realms, the ink is made of spirit particles and can cause a, as I like to call it, parallel effect. The human realm and this realm are parallel to each other, connected but only one is aware of the other, understand?"
"How do I use it?"
"You can't use it here, there is no life in this air, life itself is energy and that energy, in the human realm, reacts with the spirits in the pen to create the window of Fantama."
"Window of fantama...This Fantama, is it a person?"
Pantheon flinched, oddly giving Light a feeling of pleasure in the pitt of his stomach but the demon quickly regained his composure and smiled.
"No."
"Liar." Replied Light, standing up. "Well, I've heard enough, the rest is for me to decide."
Pantheon nodded, "I'm counting on you."
----
Bullet loomed over a Mirror of Fantama, witting down the names of humans into his Death Note. Some days he would write down twenty at a time, unnecessarily but it gave him pleasure. He could almost taste the death of them all, feel their remaining life flow into him. It was like a drug and he couldn't get enough. But today, he wrote in anger. Trying to drown himself in the death of others. He knew of Kira's plans, he knew of Lynn, he knew everything because he could watch from afar, but he had to control these emotions. Kira was going to Earth on Pantheon's behalf tomorrow, but why? Why not send all of them? Pantheon's tactics were seeming less and less acceptable nowadays and Bullet had nearly had enough...no. Bullet tucked the pencil and the Death note under the flap of his orange veil and sighed, he had had enough. Something had to be done. He couldn't, wouldn't let such a senile old fool become the King of the new realm. Under Pantheon's rule, their could be no new realm. He could change it though...he could make this world better. Bullet looked up at the crimson moon, for it was already night time. So much anger...so much pain was all stored in that realm of lost souls...A ball of pure, condensed hatred and power. If only he could...
"Bullet."
Wildenheim sat down next to Bullet at the edge of the mirror.
"Oi, Wildenheim." greeted Bullet.
"Kira is leaving tomorrow..." Said Wildenheim, his thin eyes looking down into the mirror as an old man walked out of a supermarket.
Bullet scoffed, "I wonder what will come of it." He said, writing down the man's name even though their was not much to gain of it.
"Bullet..."
"What is it?
"Pantheon...you aren't comfortable with his plans, are you?"
Bullet growled and bowed his head, "I just believe there is a better way, a way in which we can be even more powerful as well as turn this world into a paradise!" Bullet stood up , "I learned something interesting from Rorec-"
"That old shinigami?"
"-that this realm is the way it is because of the state of the human realm! All the greed and selfishness is causing this decay! Pantheon wants to cure both worlds, but human kind is infected through and through! There's no way they can be saved! No...It would be better if they were all destroyed."
There was a long silence in which Wildenheim sighed and bowed his head in thought of Bullet's words. The air held such weight and seemed to sizzle with the aura that settled around the two demonic beings. Wildenheim understood Bullet, he knew that he was restless. Bullet wasn't usually so restless. When Wildenheim had arrived in this realm, Bullet had seemed cool, collective...charming. Someone who understood things and got along with others. But now...he was agitated and after Kira came, it had grown worse like a layer of malice growing thicker over his soul.
"Bullet, what are you planning? You haven't been acting yourself." Wildenheim said seriously, looking into the mirror of Fantama.
Bullet looked up at the moon, "So much anger shouldn't be caged in such a showy globe now...should it? Those souls...they all want to be saved."
----
The night seemed trivial to Kurk now. It was these times after all when he could get the most work done. Flipping through he pages of his Death Note he wondered about what Ryuuk had said about the authorities eventually coming after him. It was true they would eventually. Even the public would become aware of all the deaths soon. No doubt about it. If only he knew what Kira had done...how he had gone about doing things, what mistakes he made, what sacrifices he had to make. If only Ryuuk could tell him...but the bastard was staying silent.
Kurk closed the note, first thing first, he had to find a place in the house to hide it. He stood up and walked to the middle of his room and looked around.
"I shouldn't put it in my desk...Noah often goes through there..."
He looked at the walls, on one of them was a frame which held a newspaper clipping. The clipping showed two pictures, one of which was a photo taken from a helicopter of a huge crowd of protesters. The second picture held a picture of the paintings of the peoples Kira which his father had once told him about before he died. The headline read 'Kira Supporters Protest against SPK'.
Kurk lifted the frame off the wall and turned it over. The back had a layer of velvet to keep from scratching the wall. Immediately Kurk layed the frame down and rummaged through his desk. Ryuuk watched in silent intrigue as he sat on the window seat in the room. Kurk pulled out an exacto knife and walked back over to the frame. carefully, he cut a long horizontal slice into the velvet. He then took the Death Note and slipped it into the slice, between the velvet and the wooden back of the frame.
"There that should do for now."
"Kira's hidy hole was a whole lot more complicated..." Said Ryuuk bluntly.
"Well this is probably only temporary until I get a safe or something."
"Wouldn't that be suspicious?"
Kurk stayed silent for a moment,
"Shut up. I'm going to bed, you better not be starring at me when I wake up."
But Kurk didn't sleep that night. He had been thinking recently on what Ryuuk had once told him.
Kurk grunted, "Kira, eh? You sure do talk about him a lot. Isn't he gone now? You said you killed him, right?"
Ryuuk nodded, "Yeah, but I'm pretty sure the old man, that is to say, the King of the shinigami has since decided to make use of him."
Was it true? Was the original Kira still alive somewhere, as a shinigami or as a God? Could he see what he was doing, and did he approve? Every time Kurk closed his eyes he dreamt of the picturesque Kira with long angelic wings reaching out his hand to him, when Kurk reached out to grasp it, Kira's fair skin turned red and chains would climb across Kurk's chest, binding him. He would wake up with chills and sweat lining his brow.
----
The night passed slowly for Light. He never really felt tired here in this world, when he did sleep it was for a very short period of time. Right now he sat on the branch a blackened tree, amazed by the fact that it could even support his weight, as if the core of the tree and each branch was made of iron. He looked down, Lynn was fast asleep curled up close to a thick tree root that poked out of the ground. Lynn was his Death Note. He had to find a way to use him, but it was different this time. As a simple book, the Death Note had no feelings and wasn't picky with who held it. Now though, he couldn't simply experiment with Lynn as he had done with the book...he had to bring Lynn closer to him until Lynn's infatuation with Light grew to a point of worship. Light got shivers, being reminded of Misa. He knew for some reason that Misa was dead...he could feel it in the deepest depths of his soul. he didn't know why or how she died...but he could tell she had. He quickly shook away the nostalgia and refocused himself on the trip he was about to make in mere hours.
Lynn lay wide-eyed, with his face hidden. His heart was beating against his chest like a drum. This person...this Kira...This Light. All the stories people had told him about Kira being a monstrous, cruel person...he couldn't, wouldn't believe them anymore. Kira seemed perfect and he held no stupidity about him whatsoever. Also, he was alive. This above all else had moved Lynn deeply, he no longer felt alone or in need of something. He thought of Katy and how hard she had tried to mother him and take care of him. He wondered how she had reacted seeing his dead body...she was probably crying. This did not turn Lynn. He felt no sympathy for his woman who had loved him. Perhaps because she hadn't really seen him as Kira did. No, Katy had never really known him. Lynn saw in Kira, something he greatly aspired to. But Lynn couldn't trust Kira. Kira had killed L, whose to say he wouldn't turn on Lynn? Lynn rolled over, half-closing his eyes so he could still see the winged demon above him without giving away that he was still awake. Kira's silhouette was mesmerizing.
"Go to sleep, Lynn" Said Light bluntly.
Lynn flinched and scowled slightly but obeyed. Closing his eyes, he let sleep overwhelm him.
"Remember you can always change your location just by using the Window." said Pantheon. His hair was pulled up in a ponytail tied with a black ribbon, Asura was standing next to him also with her hair in a ponytail, suspended by a red ribbon.
Lynn stood uncomfortably behind Light, who nodded solemnly towards Pantheon then turned towards the mirror, wings outstretched. The night had passed slowly on account of odd, confusing dreams Lynn had been having all through the night. He had dreamt that he was standing next to Kira who sat on a silver throne only his eyes were sad and glazed with pain. When Lynn tried to speak to him, no words came out. They would suddenly be on top of a tower as thousands of people went about their daily lives below. Kira would outstretch one of his arms and say something only the words would be masked with what Lynn could only think of as static off a television. The kira would look at him and smile...starring at him with red eyes and Lynn would feel that same mistrust and admiration flare in his chest. Then he would wake.
"As long as your wings are out no one can see you. Otherwise you're completely susceptible to human eyes."
"Lynn." Beckoned Light, offering the boy his hand. The boy looked up at him, Light's eyes were kind and seemed to look straight into his soul. It was the same expression he had seen Kira make in his dream. As if in a trance, he took the demon's hand.
With one more glance towards Pantheon, Light jumped holding Lynn close to him. This was it.
It was done.
Further away, Bullet watched with mild interest, a smile on his face. Kira was gone. Everything would begin to fall into place.
----
Just as Light and Lynn jumped through the portal between the worlds, elsewhere Frawn sat restless on an adjustable chair making it spin 'round and around until the three light bulbs hanging on the ceiling seemed to make a a ring of light in his eyes.
There was a group of other individuals starring at him oddly. Six to be precise including Giovanni and Satori. They all sat on a long table that was elegantly decorated with a navy table cloth and crystal glasses for their wine. They sat in mahogany chairs. A computer sat in front of Frawn, who was at the end of the table, and emitted a green glow.
It was Giovanny lee that broke the awkward silence.
"Well...Every one! I'm sure we all understand the risks we are taking simply meeting with each other."
A grim silence of agreement suddenly made the meeting serious and every one straightened them self in their seat, ignoring the odd boy with the spinning chair.
One man, in his thirties about with deep green eyes and greying hair nodded once. "We've all talked about it and we feel the weight of it heavily. By the way, I'm Charlie Vann...Anyways I would like to get straight to the point of this meeting. How exactly are we going about catching this new Kira? He has returned..."
"NOPE!"
It was the first thing Frawn had said and he wagged his finger.
"What?"
"Kira hasn't exactly returned and I don't think we should be thinking like that. What has happened is that someone with the same intentions has plucked a Death Note form its cubby hole and went on continuing with the Late Kira's work. We can not confuse this. We are not dealing with the same Kira as before."
Charlie regarded the strange boy.
"So you are our new L?" It was a woman this time her brown hair pulled up into a tight ponytail and her iron colored eyes attempting to pierce Frawn but failing utterly against Frawn's bored glance.
"I'm F for Frawn. Don't refer to me as L. Who the fuck are you?"
The woman grimaced at the foul language "I'm Kaia. I work in the..."
"Just do what I tell you to do."
Kaia ignited with concealed anger, sighing to try and extinguish it.
"Well since you know everything...why dont you tell us!" Said another man, Daniel Cox who was wearing a black and yellow sports jacket.
Frawn smiled "I already have a considerable amount of info on Kira."
A hushed gasp came over the group. "Already?" Said Satoshi, pushing his sunglasses onto his forehead.
Frawn nodded and reached into his shirt, pulling out a series of paper. "I used some of the data from L's reign and discovered I could use the same technique to find out what kind of guy we are dealing with. The kills all come about between 5 a.m and 8 and 4 or 6 p.m and midnight. There is a considerable gap midday, no? This is because we're dealing with another student, probably high schooler. I'm going to go ahead and think that you've all done your homework on the one known as Yagami Light."
Every one in the room nodded.
"17, smartest kid in Japan at the time. Died when he was 23 and working for the force against Kira. great cover if you ask me." This statement came from the last stranger in the group. He wore a baseball cap over his blond hair and his blue eyes held mischief deep in them. He sat with his legs crossed. "The guy was practically perfect! By the way, my name's Kit Freylink."
Strong hands hit the table hard, Satoshi had done it out of annoyance.
"I don't like any one thinking this guy had anything perfect about him. What he was was a seriously troubled kid! It's probably the same deal with the poor kid who picked up the Death Note this time! That thing brings nothing but anguish!"
Frawn watched with wide eyes as he absorbed the reactions of every one around him. Emotions were an odd thing to him. He felt them and he knew others did too. But his were constantly changing while others could remain the same for long periods of time.. He had always thought emotions were easy to predict when you met someone. He looked at Kaia, fiesty. He looked to Charlie, impatient. He looked to Daniel Cox, collective. The last stranger seemed passive as if what the quick tempered Satoshi had said had passed right through him.
It was Kaia who broke the silence this time.
"Are there any patterns or consistencies in Kira's killing?"
Frawn sighed and picked out one of the papers with one of his long fingers. He brought it up to his face and read what was on it aloud.
"The kills have been generally wide-ranged... I have yet to have the resources to pin-point his location...One thing that stood out to me was that the first type of criminals to die in a day are generally villains that used to be Kira supporters."
"So you're saying this guy has a grudge against people who supported Kira?" Said kaia, "That hardly makes sense!"
"No," replied Frawn, "It's more like he feels as if they've betrayed Kira's cause making his work useless."
"Hmm...so we're looking for a teenage student who was once a strong Kira supporter." Said Daniel Cox, bringing a hand to temple.
"Teenagers are usually influenced by their family members; parents, respected relatives, close family friends."
Frawn nodded, "We'll need reports on all known Kira supporters...I mean all reports. Any Kira supporter whose ever bought tickets for a Pro-Kira show, signed up for a rally. All Kira-related events were required to have volunteers and guests fill out forms. I want these documents."
"I can get those for you." Said Charlie, "I used to manage those documents and I have connections to the department that runs copies of them."
"I want the originals."
"No problem."
"That's a lot of documents!" Said Kaia, "It would help if we had Kira's location..."
"Gio, Sato and I will be handling that." Said Frawn, using the agent's pet names. "I should have the location very soon as long as Kira watches the news."
----
"Damn you!" scolded Kurk silently to his computer screen, "All of you!"
He scrolled down an article on the web which featured information on a gang which was being targeted by the police. The article also described them all as once being Kira supporters. It was a new approach for Kurk, one that he was hardly aware of but recently he had started becoming conscious of criminals who used to support Kira but then became villains. It was wrong. It made his chest flare with fury.
Immediately he wrote down the names of all four gangsters.
Outside, the world buzzed with the beginnings of suspicions, fears, rumours.
Kira was alive. He had returned!
The rate of heart attacks in criminals had grown dramatically and by now, nearly all countries had noticed. Even a couple of articles in tabloids had been published about his come-back. Some approving, some disapproving. It wasn't so much a panic, rather it was more like an excitement. The world was once again being put on the edge of its seat, strangled by the horror but at the same time, mesmerized by its allure. This was the Decent.
Perhaps the fascination was more like a curse...or an enlightenment. Some conscious' saved, others driven to madness. And the anger...the insatiable anger that would dwell within the hearts of the nations like a rotting piece of flesh, causing disaster. Friend turned Foe, brothers and sisters turning against one another. Would it all begin again? All over again?
And then, there was also hope and prayer and adoration for this 'entity' that purified their towns and gave them peace of mind. The victims of rape, murder, theft, abuse all avenged. Perhaps it was justice, perhaps it was fate.
Whatever it was, it was powerful.
And...it was happening again.
Kurk starred out the window, his forehead pressed up against the cool frame and blowing steam through his nostrils onto the glass. It was a saturday yet he felt heavy and caged. He felt as if going outside would be like offering him self up to the authorities. Perhaps...this was just too much. Loud music originated through his headphones so he hadn't heard when Noah had opened the door a crack to see if Kurk was in his room, only to find his brother in the current state. He just starred. Noah wanted to reach out and shake Kurk out of whatever spell he was under but nowadays...Noah was more afraid Kurk would hit him if he got too close. This wasn't like Kurk.
Quietly, he closed the door and walked away down the hallway. He would from now on make it his top priority to find out what was wrong with his brother. After all, after their father died, Kurk did everything he could to take care of him.
Noah went to his room and turned on the radio. He felt tired...so tired. He collapsed on his bed and closed his eyes letting the sweet comfort drift over him.
"And that was 'Asking the Sun' by Roundabout. Now on to some more serious news...Elsa have you heard? they're saying Kira is back!"
Noah's eyes shot open.
"Oh I've heard, Jack. I sure hope I haven't done anything bad to make him want to come after me!"
"Well whatever the case, John's Rock FM will keep up with the report."
----
Lynn waited outside the Casino. He had only ever seen pictures of Las Vegas. He had never seen it as a place he would want to go to one day...more like one giant bachelor's pad. But here he was, standing in front of some place called 'High Raid Casino' Waiting for Light who had gone in only half an hour before. What was worst was that he was still wearing the flimsy, baggy clothing he had died in.
Suddenly, a thought struck him. If he was dead? What was he now? Was he a ghost or a demon like Kira? He couldn't be since he had no wings or strange powers. So he was a ghost, doomed to walk the world forever in his childish form. For some reason this did not bother him so much. Perhaps because of Kira...
Just then Light walked out holding a fairly large brown paper bag.
"Kira!" Lynn was quickly beside him, standing on tip-toes and trying to see what was in the bag.
"I got enough to get us both in to a decent hotel." said Light, no need to hear the question.
"Can we get something to eat? I'd love something sweet!"
Light nodded, "But gambling is such a nuisance...I'd rather have a job but for now that's out of the question."
They began to walk down the busy, lighted street. Men with flushed cheeks and a flask in their hand were seen everywhere with their arms around women in revealing outfits.
"Are we going to have to stay here long? This city just seems so over-the-top and obnoxious!"
At this, Light laughed. His laugh was smooth and not overzealous but just loud enough to lighten something within the chest.
"Some would say it's exciting and full of life, Lynn-kun"
"If you consider drinking, gambling and doing God-knows-what a life..." Replied Lynn.
Lynn felt Light's long fingers crawl through the hair on the back of his head, causing a shiver to run up and down the boy's spine.
"Do you believe they deserve to die?"
Light had said it so softly that Lynn almost didn't hear. But Light had meant for him to hear and as the two stood motionless in the street, Lynn realized he had forgotten completely that Light, this Light, this Kira, was the one who killed L, who overthrew the government and had done it all by his own plans. As he stood here now, Light's words echoing in his mind, something tremendous rose up inside of him. Not so much in his chest for it didn't feel like emotion. It started in the feet and the finger tips and seemed to stay there as if when it did spread it would be like an atom bomb.
"Honestly, until most of these people do otherwise, the majority may still have a chance to live their lives happily." Said Light, still in a whisper. "It's strange, Lynn. Ever since we came here I've been able to judge people clearly. Seeing and understanding what they all truly deserve is almost as clear as the names above their heads." Light groped at Lynn's dark hair, curling his fingers around the brown locks as if soothing a restless cat. "When I was alive, being Kira meant every criminal was a threat and should die. Plain and simple, but it's hard to think of things in that way when the truth is right in front of your eyes."
In one smooth motion, Light swept Lynn off his bare feet and balanced him on his shoulders.
"We'll go find you some real clothes, first I think."
They walked down the street in silence and Lynn noticed how often Light would look up towards the moon, for it was early evening in that part of the world, and sigh.
After about an hour of roaming around and looking into a variety of clothing stores only to realize none of them sold sensible clothing they finally came to a men's boutique called 'Saltwater' where they found an assortment of clothing that seemed suitable. Light had let Lynn pick out his own clothes. He had never done this before. All he used to wear were hand-me-downs and Lynn felt awkward yet empowered in roaming around the store in his bare feet while the store manager glared at him. When he was done he had chosen a pair of grey jeans and a white belt with a blue and yellow striped shirt. Light had also decided to buy him a pair of sensible white sneakers and a navy jean jacket with fleece lining telling him he didn't want Lynn whining to him about being too cold. The clothes were comfortable and Lynn felt good to be out of his old PJs. Lights had also bought new clothes, not wanting to stand out he had chosen a cinnamon brown leather jacket with an unripped black turtle-neck and pair of deep navy jeans and brown belt as well as a pair of black sneakers. The only thing hat still stood out was the silver wrist shackles, but he managed to hide those sufficiently beneath the cuffs of his jacket. Together they looked almost like Father and son. The female worker at the cash register seemed to swoon as Light passed her the wad of cash he had won for the casino. When his hand accidentally brushed her wrist Lynn saw her blush furiously and tried his best not to break out in laughter. The store had been boiling and the cool air of the outside felt nice against Light's skin. He looked around.
Te people here...they were all so...undeserving.
When he looked at someone on the streets he could sometimes feel something pulling at his insides. Light would know almost immediately what it meant. It meant that this person had done something awful and had yet to make amends. He could feel it so clearly and if he wanted to it was like all he had to do was ask and the details of what the person had done would pierce his mind like an arrow. Perhaps this is what it meant to be the capsule of Judgement.
There was more to it though, it was as if what he thought of each person was taken into consideration, leaving him with a clear notion of justice. He once remembered hearing a myth about death. It told that when you die you are put to trial in front of God and He will decide if you deserve to go to Heaven. Of course, he had never believed this load of religious wish-wash but for in thinking of it now it made him feel like the Link. The Line that separates Life from Death and one that can pass over whoever it chooses. He was that Line. He was that Link.
The two walked down the neon light-lit street. Lynn almost had a hop in his step, still fascinated by the softness of the fleece of his jacket. He was in the middle of fumbling with the detachable hood when something caught his eye. A newspaper stand, with unlimited magazines and weekly journals all had a common Front Page Headline.
'KIRA. HOAX OR BACK AGAIN?'
'THE DARK PRINCE, KIRA, ALIVE!"
'CRIMINALS BEWARE! KIRA TAKE CARE!'
By that point Light had noticed as well and he made B-line straight towards the stand, his strides strong and threatening. Lynn had to run to keep up with him. The stand owner was half-asleep, his head limply thrown backwards over the back of his chair, a cigarette held loosely between his lips. He grunted and ran a hand over his thinning grey hair when he heard Light pick up on of the magazines a shuffle through the pages until he found the page on which the article was written.
He seemed to laugh...or cough. Lynn sneered. He hated it when people smoked.
"You interested in the Kira debacle?"
Light didn't say anything, he continued to read the articles at record pace.
"Are you pro or pass?"
At this, Kira looked up, one eyebrow shot upwards in a look of pure 'what?'.
"I mean are you a Kira supporter or not."
"Oh...not."
Lynn was stock still. Not? Why did he say that? Well, of course it would make it seem less like he was the real Kira...but...Their were thousands of Kira supporters out there, it didn't seem to matter if he said he was!
"Not eh?" Said the man, "I don't really care, honestly..."
Lynn was disgusted, this man didn't care that people were dying! He didn't care that criminals who hurt others were finally getting what they deserved!? Suddenly he felt a surge of emotion close to that of anger...but it wasn't his!
He looked up at Light. He could see...he could see the intense aura that surrounded Light as he read through the articles. I was anger and something else...something underlying and unidentifiable. the aura sis not have color like auras were rumored to have...it was more like a clear vortex, distorting the view of the objects on the other side. Lynn starred wide-eyed over at the sales man, amazed that he could not see the phenomena. Perhaps it was only he who could see it.
"I'm buying this."
With that, Light lay a five dollar bill on the counter and, not waiting for change, grabbed Lynn by the collar and pulled him away from the stand.
"We're going straight to the Hotel now."
"What about food?"
"You don't need it!"
"But..."
"No buts."
Suddenly Light stopped and sighed. he was being too harsh and he knew it. He turned around and leaned down to stare at Lynn face-to-face. The boy looked disappointed and angry. Light patted him on top of his head.
"Listen Lynn, you once said you didn't trust me...I'm a dishonest, slightly crazed person. Well...that was when I was alive."
Lynn looked up at him, his big brown eyes meeting Light's brown ones. He wasn't used to not seeing the crimson orbs but the effect of those eyes was still the same.
"I killed L, I over-threw the government I did all those things for, what I believe, is a just cause. But I didn't do it the right way. I'm exhausted and I'm agitated, understand this, Lynn-kun. I just don't want any one else making the same mistake I did."
He slapped the magazine against his knee, "This Kira...he could be making a huge mistake. Do you understand my feelings now."
Lynn nodded. He had heard and he had understood but right now...something else as catching his attention even more. Lynn witnessed as The deep cocoa brown of his left eye suddenly began to be engulfed by a metallic greyish-blue. He pointed at it.
"Kira! What's going on with your eye!?"
Well I hope this chapter was interesting enough!
Not as long as I would've hoped...I'm sorry I hope you're not all disappointed!
BUT PLEASE KEEP READING
I swear it is gonna get more exciting! But a good story needs dedication and time and lots of work...so please be patient I hope to have the next chapter out by sometime next week.
On another note, I've decided I'm going to try my hand at an Out-Of-Plot Nqaruto fic.
All of you Naruto fans should check it out when it gets written up!
Here maybe I'll give you a short summary...ehhehe
Naruto is a delinquent, earning his wage by spying for others and stealing. On a particular mission he gets a hold of some information that reveals something tremendous and conspiring. This information that only he holds comes to jeopardize his life! Meeting new allies and being re-acquained with old rivals (a particular rival whose name begins with an S wink wink nudge nudge) brings him into a world in which he has to fight to survive and run in order to save a life.
Searching for so many answers at once puts Naruto into one hell of a situation caught between old friends, politics, warfare and drama.
Talk about a hard place!
Well thas about the gist of it! I hope you will check it out! I'm going to be putting the link to it on mah pro when I get the first chapter written up!
Hope to see you next time!
-FJ
