A/N: I own none of the characters or themes from Death Note. I do, however, own Amaya Rin, my OC. Paper Things owns Karasu Kaguya.
Pairings: B/OC, slight L/OC, Mell/OC
Anime: Death Note
Genre: Crime/Romance
Summary: When all that you are is ripped out from under you, how do you find the need to live, to thrive and grow once more? B/OC and Mell/OC
Song(s): Painted by Evans Blue and I'm Not Jesus by Apocalyptica
Side Notes: I think that I'm Not Jesus might be the official theme song for this fic. What do you think, Karasu? And if any readers actually read this? What do ya'll think?
And yes, this chapter is rather dark. Don't ask why. It was just written like that.
Look before you end it all
Look before you shut your eyes
For the last time
There's no more room to go back down
Your picture trends in black and white
(I will show you)
I will show you what it's like
The black-haired female sat in the kitchen of the workplace. She mulled over her cup of tea staring into the green-yellow liquid, her thoughts running rampant in her mind. L was still in Australia; he had called and told them that he needed to extend his stay for a week or two, as he was getting a little 'held up' by his 'connections' over there.
In the green-yellow liquid held in her hands, she could see the reflection of her eyes. They were a demonic red, eerily crimson. She tried to think of nice adjectives. Valentine red. Twizzlers crimson. Maroon. She tried countless numbers, but none seemed to fit. Only three words stuck in her mind: 'demon', 'freak', and 'abomination'.
She had originally lived in Los Angeles, California. Her parents were prominent figures in high society. Her mother owned the largest and most successful hospital in the entire state. She had long beautiful, flowing raven hair that fell down to her waist in an elegant sweep. She had brilliant emerald green eyes that were gently slanted. She had a warm but mischievous smile and a playful aura around her. She was a kind woman; loving, open-minded, and warm-hearted. But she was never home for her only child; her demon child, the one that had an eerie depth to her unnatural eyes.
Her father was a prominent man that owned a large label company and had signed on many famous artists. He was a tall, lanky man with an easy grin and ginger hair. He had uncharacteristically cold hazel eyes that were always cold except for when he gazed upon his wife. He was the parent that abhorred his offspring, the one who took her to Japan when her mother was in New York to bring her to Whammy's House, as even though he hated the unnatural abomination, she was his daughter, and being who he was, she had to go to one of the best orphanages in the entire world, as his soon to be abandoned daughter had to carry at least some of his reputation on.
As she gazed into her cup, she remembered. She remembered all that she had locked away. It was her past, her early childhood. She was only 15 now, but her childhood seemed like forever ago. It had only been 7 years, right? About 2,550 days, right, not including leap years?
As she felt herself drifting into her memories once again, the door slammed open and the doorknob left a dent in the wall. In walked Amaya, who mumbled something about cream soda and blueberry muffins, and then turned on her heel back into the hall, not closing the door behind her. Clearly she had been sleeping, on the couch, from what it looks like, as the left side of her hair was rather tussled all over.
Karasu strode over to the kitchen sink and watched as her hand turned over, holding the green porcelain handle of the mug, and her crimson eyes watched as the green-yellow liquid left the cup and dropped into the sink. When it was all out of the cup, she turned the knob for the water, washed the cup with dish soap and water, and then placed it on the counter, upside-down so that it would dry. She walked away from the sink towards the table, picked up a long-forgotten stainless steel fork, and then examined her reflection in it. Then she turned halfway and flung it fast and hard at the green mug. She hit it exactly in the middle, and the mug now sustained a clearly visible crack. She then ignored eerything else and strode out the door, leaving it open.
How she hated late-night shifts on Mondays, especially when there was no one coherent in the least this early in the morning. What time was it, anyway? She checked her watch, a simple silver thing with a white clock background. The time? 1:31 in the morning. GREAT. Only three more hours left.
"The wilted flowers that I gave, not as nice as your bouquet! All the lyrics that I wrote, not as smart as the words you spoke! Starlight above my hometown, ain't as bright as the star I've found!"
"Misa, shut the FUCK UP, you annoying WHORE!!!" screeched the white-haired female throwing her spare book at the back of the blond-female's head, hitting her right in the middle of her two pigtails.
The blond turned around, suddenly angry, and snapped "I wouldn't be talking, you fucking white-haired freak!!!"
The 'freak''s eyes widened considerably, then narrowed to slits so small that they could have passed for a cat's. A lackadaisical grin spread across her pale face, and she suddenly looked oddly feline. She lurched forward, step by step, not controlled by her mind. Her mind was trapped in the dark mental abyss that she hid from herself and the rest of the world.
'Freak' her mind whispered, in it's dark, seductive voice a smirk hidden.
'No' she thought, horrified. The voice was back.
'Freak. You shouldn't be alive' the voice whispered. 'Freak'.
'No!'
'Freak'
'Stop! Please, stop!'
'Freakfreakfreakfreakfreakfreakfreakfreakfreak'
'Oh god, no, please, I'll do anything! Leave me alone! Please!'
On the outside, she stalked like a predator across the large expanse of a room to a now-terrified Misa. "Leave me alone, Rin-san, please!" she cried out in horror. Amaya merely grinned wider, now resembling a very predatory Cheshire cat.
'Freak. Freak'
'Stop it! You aren't real! You're just a memory! Leave me, now!'
'Black lies, my dear. I'm real, as are you. I'm you, just your innermost parts of your soul'
She stopped stalking. She reverted back to her normal self, just unusually stiff and formal. "Misa-san, I am terribly sorry. If anyone asks, please inform them that I had to leave early. Something came up. I may or may not be gone for the next few days. Again, I am terribly sorry, Misa-san"
With that, the white-haired female quickly walked, almost ran, out of the room, leaving her book behind accidentally. Still rather stunned and slightly frightened, misa reached out her hand and grabbed the book that had hit her head. The cover said 'Amongst the Black Hills of Hrarnen'.
There was something there, in the darkness. Always stalking, always watching. It would watch and manipulate. It did for it's own immortal amusement. Why? Because it had two new playthings to add to its collection, two females to play with and to drive insane and isolated from their friends and family, though they had no family. The two would be a challenge, but in the end, their taste of their blood would be worth it as i licked it off of its shining blade made of pure evil and the blackest of darknesses.
'Yes...' the strange shadow thought. ' I'll take it slowly... one at a time, and that one will go down, then the next... then, I'll move on to another prey. Yes, that's it.'
The being shifted away from dark corners of the library and sunk into a wall, its eerie feeling getting fainter by the minute.
The white haired girl held onto her head as the voices seemed to grow stronger, her hands pulling it trying to release the pain and agony. 'Shut the fuck up! Like I said, you're only a stupid memory!'
'Am I? Freak.'
Amaya squeezed her blue eyes shut and sucked in breath, "Urusai!!!" she shouted out loud in the building. The voices seemed to shrink every minute, though the echos remained in the back of her head.
Karasu quickly ran towards Amaya, "Amaya-chan! What's wrong? Was Misa bothering you again?"
Amaya put on a tough face, "I-I'm fine..." Karasu placed a hand on Amaya's shoulder. "Let go!" The onyx haired girl immediately let go and pain filled her demonic eyes. "Sorry... It's just..." She shook her head.
"Maybe you should rest, you've been studying quite continuously lately." Karasu suggested lightly as she immediately brought over a glass of cold water.
Amaya thanked her and nodded, "Thanks... Yeah, maybe I just need rest." She accepted the water and walked towards her room she had in the tall building of Task Force. "Just as quick nap..." she muttered to herself as she gulped down half the glass, placed it on the table, and then quickly sunk into the pillow. ''That's... better..." she yawned as nightmares soon invaded her thoughts and dreamworld.
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A burst of pain flooded her thoughts as a girl only shouted and complained. Another girl, with long flowing green hair smirked as she yanked Amaya's strange white hair harder, "What's up with this ugly hair? It has no color!"
Amaya sniffed and sniveled, "White is a color..."
The green haired girl named Takuhori continued pulling her hair, "How dare you speak! It's a shade, not a color!" she grabbed her own hair and shook it in front of Amaya. "You see this? This is green, it's a color unlike your ugly shade"
"Pl-Please stop..." Amaya clenched her fist and wiped her tears. "O-Or el-else!" she shouted while Takuhori jumped back a bit.
The bully stuck her tongue out, "Or else what, freak?"
Amaya suddenly threw a fist towards Takuhori, "STOP IT!"
A sudden thump was heard as the green-haired girl's body landed on the earthy ground and the girl shook in rage and tears, "How could you Am-Amaya? I'm your sister!" Takuhori screamed as blood ran down her nose as she quickly ran towards a shocked Amaya and started throwing back punches, kicks, scratching her with her long nails, and even bit her. "I hate you! I hate you! Freak! Freak! Freak!"
Amaya, still in shock of the punch she threw, only did what she knew how to. She quickly found a stone and pounded her evil sister's back repeatedly, "You are not my sister! You've treated me horribly! I hate you! All you do to me is hit me every night when oto-san and okaa-san are not home and then blame me for everything I do! You almost killed me last week! You are not my sister." with that, the stone landed on Takuhori's skull as she heard a large cracking noise and her body fell to the floor as puddles of blood gathered on the ground.
Amaya's eyes widened in shock, 'What have I done? I... Oto-san and Okaa-san already hate me... Th-they'll just kick me out... I...'
Without thinking, she quickly ran away from her sister's dead body. 'I have to keep running. I didn't mean to... I need to keep running...'
Soon, Amaya's small little body gave out and landed in front of a large black gate that said: 'Whammy's House'
Amaya quickly gasped for air as she looked around, cold sweat running down her forehead and arms. The voice came back, 'Hey, Freak, did you know that stars are those who have passed away, and wait to come down to Earth to haunt those that had a hand in their death?'
Karasu heaved a sigh as she entered her room and lay on her bed with the laptop open, showing many important files she must finish before L came back. 'Jesus, this is going to take forever!' she thought as she glared at the motionless screen. Today just wasn't her day. It was past Valentine's day, and yet everywhere she goes, there are loving couples everywhere. The woman in beautiful dresses and beautiful normal colored eyes, the man in a clean classic tuxedo with admiring normal eyes. As strange as it sounds, Karasu hates her eyes so much, she even got colored contacts, and yet the eerie blood color would still show.
'What?' Karasu could hear her memory speaking in her mother's voice. 'This isn't my baby... My baby doesn't have these... these... horrid eyes. No, you must have it all wrong. This is a terrible mistake.'
A single tear dripped down her face, and she quickly wiped it away. She wouldn't show any signs of weakness; she was one of the only females on the prestigious Task Force. She needed to be strong.
She stood up and walked over to the pile of her birthday gifts that she never put away. She grabbed a random CD and tore open the clear protective wrapper, then took the CD out of the case and put it in the stereo.
Dirty little secret,
Dirty little lies.
Say your prayers and comb your hair,
Save your soul tonight.
Drift among the faithful,
Bury your desires.
Aberrations fill your head,
You need a place to hide
And I am...
Do you remember me?
And the kid I used to be?
Do you remember me?