DISCLAIMER: as usual (Dang! Does it have to be mentioned every chapter?)
Before starting this chapter, I'd like to say thanks first to:
SinDRegrets911, thanks for your first review^^ it's motivating me that someone finally responded/reviewed my story! I hope you will always enjoy this story! :D
And also, for everyone who has read my story until chapter 2, I'd like to announce that the first chapter is edited a lot. Especially for the OC part, I removed her from chapter 1 and chapter 2 since if she appeared too early, I felt like this story would be romance-heavy. I don't intend to make the romance part too much (since I'm not too good with it) so I decided to change her role although the pairing is still the same. She will appear later.
Enough with my drabble, enjoy the story!
In just an hour, Light arrived at his home.
"Light! You are so early today. Don't you have a cram session now?" his mom appeared out of nowhere and already asked something unimportant.
"Sorry, oka-san. I needed a rest right now. I am not feeling too good." I said it frankly and before his mom replied, he quickly rushed to his room. He locked the door and threw himself to his bed.
He closed his eyes and the first thing that came to his mind was the monstrous being that he encountered this afternoon. He began to tremble again remembering that.
No, he is not beginning to tremble. He had been already trembling since he first saw that. His tremble was just increasing its frequency.
He tried to recall the incident happened in the station this afternoon. People started to die because of heart attack. Not to mention two crazy officers that crazily shot their gun into everyone, the situation itself was really chaotic. It was undeniably the work of supernatural power. Even a stupid person would recognize that, especially if they saw what he saw, a devil.
"But should I consider it as something like a bio-weapon?" He remembered many mystery fiction stories use this to justify the existence of zombies. The devil itself might be a zombie. But he was reminded with the aura of supernatural force. He felt it back then, the feeling of death, the feeling of superiority, the feeling of mystery, the feeling that constantly made him shivering even after he was at home.
He was pretty sure it was the work of the devil.
He might as well search through the internet to find more about it. But this feeling, it still made him shivering. It made him afraid. This was his first time experiencing fear. But curiosity beat his fear.
Light then stood and scrambled to the computer and turned it on.
"Come on! Faster, faster!" He yelled for no reason to the computer. When the system was ready, he quickly opened his web browser and of course, Google.
"What should I search? Even if I saw the monster, it's not like I know what it is."
And then, he finally recalled the existence of the black notebook, the thing that raised his suspicion toward the doer. The man always wrote something in that notebook and constantly raised his head once a while but then he continued his writing. Next, the moment he touched that notebook, he suddenly recognized the existence of the monstrous being, whatever it was. That notebook definitely had something to do with all of those.
"What does it called again?" he asked himself as he tried to remember the name of the black notebook written in the cover. And when he remembered, he typed death note into the google search engine.
"Let's see… Death Note. How many results will you show to me?" And unsurprisingly, it was very few, only three pages. He read the entire summary thoroughly. Most of them were just some pranks or avatar names but he caught a glimpse of something interesting.
Death Note is the weapon I use. Death Note is the weapon that only death gods have ever used. Therefore, I am a death god. I am a god.
It might be a prank too but…
Death Note is the weapon I use.
The term of weapon was surprisingly fit enough if he recalled the death of many people in the station incident. That man wrote something in the death note and the result was many people dead.
Death Note is the weapon that only death gods have ever used.
Death god… It was possible that the monstrous being he saw was death god. Although, the appearance was just… so unfit with his imagination of death god so far, the feeling of fear and death was so intense.
Therefore, I am a death god.
For the last two sentences, whoever wrote them were either insane…
I am a god.
Or just overly ambitious.
I am a god.
"Huhuhu…"
Just like himself he noticed.
"Hahaha!!!"
He laughed crazily as if he was a warlock.
"Hahaha!!!"
His eyes implied the ambition of a young boy.
"Hahaha!!!"
His laugh was just as unbearable as the devil.
"Hahaha!!!"
Maybe even more frightening.
"Ha…Haha…"
His laugh had been slowed down. But his excitement was just about to start.
"This… is wonderful. Why haven't I encountered such a thing before in my life!"
Death note. A very powerful weapon indeed.
"Whoever wrote that sentence… I have to agree with you! That thing aroused me so much! I feel like I am a god just by hearing that that thing."
His mind was surprisingly still structured. He wasn't crazy. It was just, he felt like his mind was compatible with the god.
"…And I will surely become a god if only I hold that death note. The god of the new world, that sounds like it." The new world he was dreaming of since his childhood. The world where no one dared to create a sin. The world where only absolute righteousness will survive and reign. Simply, the world where no criminals alive, only good people within it.
"That world… is reachable. I will create it with my own hand... No, with the death note! And then I will reign as the new god! Hahahaha!!!"
And this day will be remembered by him as the day of the new era, the Era of Righteousness!
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No matter how much Light searched through the internet, no matter how many words he have been typed in the search engine, he still couldn't find any leads to the death note. The only one that was close was…
Death Note is the weapon I use. Death Note is the weapon that only death gods have ever used. Therefore, I am a death god. I am a god.
That summary. When he opened the page that contained those mysterious words, he found out that it was just a post in a thread. Apparently, the man who typed those words, nicknamed as White-sama, opened a thread about himself. He claimed that he was a reincarnation of death god and that he used death note to punish the human being. The people apparently took it as a joke. He was so angry that he ended the threat with those words.
And that was all.
Light couldn't assure himself that he was talking about real death note. If it was merely a joke, he guessed that he was killed by the death note user at that time since what he told was not too far from the truth itself.
And if he was really saying the truth, he was eager to confront this self-proclaimed god and then reign as the god of the new world.
But so far, it was nil. He couldn't trace that man called White-sama.
"It doesn't matter anyway. If my guess is right, a death note user will show up though I don't know when," If that White-sama was talking the truth, then at most, a death note user would show up in one month or two months. He noted that those words before was posted in the thread about a month ago. He was pretty sure the man in the station wasn't used to using internet, considering the apparent-fact that he even didn't know about MP4. So, White-sama and that man in the station wasn't the same person. Something must be happened with that White-sama in one month within their appearance. That's why if that man in the station died right now, another one would appear within at most one month later.
"I just have to wait, and when he appears," he smiled contently," I will hunt him and take his death note!"
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The next morning, breakfast time…
"So, Light, are you feeling alright now? If you are still not okay, you should consider taking a break today," his mother never stopped her worry and repeated the same question that he heard from her when he woke up.
"Mom, is Light sick?! For real!? This is the first time I have ever heard something like that?!" And now his sister, Sayu, began with her overvaluing him. She was always like that every time.
Light might as well play long with both his mother and his sister.
"I am okay, oka-san, really. Night rest has made my day bright. Beside, the exam to university is approaching. I can't miss any single day just because I am maybe sick but actually not."
"Ah, you are truly hard-working, my son, right honey?"
Soichiro Yagami, the figure that Light really respected deeply, only nodded with a "hmm" as he read his newspaper.
Apparently, Sayu forgot to turn off the relevision.
"This is a report of the incident from Sakura TV, we are now at the location of the massacre in the station. The police said that the incident is caused by two officers who shot their gun aimlessly and killing nearly 50 people. There are also 12 people injured and 3 of them are injured by the explosion of oil."
"So the police only told the press about the gunshot, huh?" Light thought as he sipped his tea.
"Oh, there are some others, about 14, too who are dead by an unknown cause. Currently, the police deducted their dead are caused by heart attack. Oh, there are also 5 people who are dead because of being crashed by a train."
"…The police are not that deaf I guess?" Light smiled as he sipped again his tea.
---Intermission---
"…there are also 5 people who are dead because of being crashed by a train."
A man watched the news. He quickly processed the information he got from the news and instantly thought of 13 possibilities. The best possibility from all of them is the incident is caused by a supernatural phenomenon.
"But there's no way that is true. Maybe it is caused by bio weapon."
He sighed. What he said, what he thought, and what he wished contradicted each other. He might say that it's 0% a supernatural phenomenon but he thought there is 50% chance that it is true. But deep down, he wished that it really is caused by a supernatural phenomenon. Since… It's more fun that way. He lifted his head and looked ceiling, closing his eyes in the process.
"It seems so fun and it won't be boring either."
He sighed again.
"If only I had that power," he smiled at his wishful thinking.
"If only I had that supernatural power to kill people at our will, I will surely become like a god… No, I will be a god," he smiled again.
"…Since it's more fun that way."
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Next week
"A black notebook? What is this thing?"
The man apparently has picked a black notebook. He just saw it falling from the sky when he lazily gazed to see the sky from the window of his classroom.
"Death Note?" He questioningly saw the title of the book and then opened the cover. There was a rule written in the book.
"how to use it: The human whose name is written in this note shall die? So stupid. If Taro want to trick me, he might as well put a better trick"
He put it back in place and started to walk away. And then he stopped.
"Maybe I'm stupid as well. Curse my wishful thinking," he smiled unreasonably as he took home the death note.
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"This death note… is real…"
He saw the death note with both fear and admiration look in his eyes. He had tested the death note before and it worked abiding the rule.
"He…He… Finally…"
His fear dissipated and quickly replaced with a smile.
"It's not a wishful thinking anymore…"
And the admiration quickly replaced with the feeling of excitement.
"The fun is about to begin!!!"
---End of Transmission---
Note: I used "The man" to point the next death note user in this chapter. It doesn't mean that this new death note user is male. It is maybe a male or a female. I was a little confused before to choose the right calling for the new death note user but I guess "the man" is enough :P
So far, I feel good about this story. I hoped I can bring more excitement (not the kind of excitement mentioned above) to you all! Oh, and review please! Even if you don't have any criticism for me, please at least respond (not flame though). That way, I know how many of you who read this story thoroughly. It's kinda motivating me to write this story. Thanks again for your first review,