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He inhaled sharply. The air had never been this fresh before … he glanced around him. Well, it was supposed to feel fresh; it was seven in the morning, after all. The young man rubbed his rimmed eyes, and forced them open wider. He really needed to look all perky and fresh for the sake of the others.
Dressed sloppily in a white, long-sleeved shirt and blue jeans, the young fellow slouched back into the house.
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Ever unpredictable was the British weather – Ryuk had barely gotten into Winchester territory when it raindrops started to hail upon him. Cursing under his breath, the demon zoned in downwards, spiraling towards the rather large house.
"Please fasten your seatbelts, ladies and gentlemen, this is going to be a bumpy landing!" roared Ryuk, chuckling to himself.
A sudden pelt of rain threw him off course. Veering to the left dangerously, Ryuk could only watch as the Death Note 'unhooked' itself off his belt, falling, only to land before the Wammy House. Ryuk rubbed his hands together, and frowned, as if moaning his predicament. On the contrary, his frown had the hints of a smirk at its ends …
"Oops, didn't mean to do that."
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Smiling amiably, Watari waved at the children as they boarded the school bus. As soon as the vehicle turned a corner, the butler-like man shut the creaking gates. He was about to enter the structure when a falling object caught his eye. Gently, the old man picked up the item – it was the Death Note. Curiosity getting the better of the gentleman, he opened the cover and studied the set of rules neatly scrawled (as if possible) on the inside of the cover.
Watari realized the potential gravity this book carried. He was eager to not let either of the children get their hands on this notebook – as talented and gifted as they might be, they were still children, and children were most unexpected at times when one was not looking out for them. The elderly person made a mental note in his mind to hand the book to someone more responsible.
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Thump, thump, thump…
The noise echoed rhythmically through the gymnasium, the squeak of sneakers joining the beat to make an odd melody. Cries of "Pass it, pass it" and "go left, left" were also in the mixture of sounds creating the symphony of life. And in the midst of the noise, Raito weaved and ducked through the opponents, eyes set upon the hoop.
A body blocked his path and without thinking, he flicked his wrists, sending the bumpy, slightly muddy orange ball whirling across the basketball court. It was caught with a soft tap noise before being dribbled down the court by his teammate, a slightly taller, dark haired male.
Raito was quick to follow, keeping pace and breathing through his nose. Even in the air conditioning of the gym, he was sweating, his brown hair sticking to his face. Just the thought of it made him cringe a bit inside. He'd take a shower when he got home."Raito!"He looked up and caught the basketball just in time. Using the sudden change in position to his advantage, the Japanese boy thrust the ball towards the hoop with an almost lazy flick of his wrists. It was with some excitement he watched it swish through the net, and he smiled. The game was over and he was pleased to know he won.
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"I'm home!"
The front door shut behind Raito and he busied himself with getting his shoes off. Looking up he was met with his mom's smiling face. "Welcome home!"she all but gushed excitedly. Raito put on a smile for her and bowed slightly before heading up the stairs towards his bedroom. He had studying to get his room, he settled himself at his desk and reached for the TV remote. He carefully clicked the channel to the six o' clock news before snagging one of his text books up and getting to work. One ear stayed tuned into the new caster, listening about a hostage situation. It sounded interesting enough and once or twice he looked up to listen a little more.
"The police are doing everything they can to handle this high tension situation,"the woman said breathlessly. "The safety of the hostages is their highest priority. I'll keep you posted through out the night but for now, we'll move on to the days other topics."Raito looked away from the news as it shifted attention and started back on his work. It sickens me that people can do stuff like that… he thought idly, scratching out his math homework. If only crime didn't exist…
"Urgent breaking news!" Brown eyes flicked back towards the TV as the woman from before came back on screen. "The hostages are streaming out and the police are not rushing in,"she said excitedly, face flushing. "None of the hostages seem hurt and the reports are coming in that yes, the robber, Otoharada Kurou, is dead!"Raito's eyes widened a bit with surprise. Dead, huh…? Interesting…
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There was a little dog-eared page on the Death Note, as the casual scribbling of the fountain pen stopped, blotching the end of the stroke. A pair of oddly sunken eyes closed.
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Otter: Hee hee. XD I spent my half of this chapter listening to Axis Powers Hitalia's Delicious Tomato Song. How screwy is that? Anyway, here is our… third I think, installment to our Fanfiction. The chapters are coming off a little short and probably a little rushed but I was never one for length and I don't think Tapir was either.
Also, a fun bit exchange between dear Tapir and I via AIM:
Tapir: I liked how Ryuk's dialogue was in the end [of F Light] XP
Otter: XD Of course you would. You wrote it. It was very Ryuk-y though
Tapir: Boeing Ryuk HAHAH
Otter: XD!
Tapir: ... how to start o.o
Otter: Hah! You see! XDD That's what I had trouble with!!
Tapir: I KNOW. I GOT INSPIRATIONESES NOW.
Otter: XD! *going to put this conversation at the bottom of chapter three~*
Tapir: o.o
Otter: With appropriate name changes of course. :3
Tapir: Everyone would know what a freak I am
Otter: XD; So? I'm a freak too.
Otter: It'll be fun. XD Show some personality for the readers!
Tapir: Well, I sort of seemed distant just now XD In both chapters' comments
Otter: XD! We're playing Warm and Cold! You're cold. I'm warm.
Tapir: I CALL BAD COP
Otter: NO.WE SWAP UP. I WANT BAD COP NEXT CHAPTER.
… Obviously I didn't get bad cop. XD; Ah well! Nice fun tidbit of Tapir's personality that she seems stubborn about not showing off. Also Otter and Tapir aren't our real AIM names. ;P Changed for our privacy.
Tapir: Shush. You didn't see, uh, read, anything of the sort.
Otter: R&R! XD