Untitled, as of Yet
Please, if you have an idea for a title, let me know. I'm terrible with those.
DISCLAIMER:
Ok, fine. I know the Death Note characters are not mine. However. Kari and her friends are so I'd be happy to lend them to you, but don't steal them. And I'm going to marry L. Just so you all know.
It detailed how there was a new Kira helper who was leaving criminals in front of the police station. It also said that these criminals were being killed a couple hours after. So, it was clear that Kira was at least noticing the extra help. It wasn't going to waste and that was all I needed to know. I gave an encouraging smile.
"See? We just have to keep it up and soon enough L will get the hint that we're on Kira's side all the way!"
Tomoyo showed the paper around to everyone else and we relaxed, knowing we were helping and doing some good. It was a nice feeling and my mood was considerably improved.
I walked home swinging my arms in a half skip and decided to visit my tree again. Not even thinking, I started trying to whistle and was pretty close to my tree when I noticed someone already standing there. I halted, mid whistle, and just stood there, staring. It was the same yucky man as before with his monster, but this time he saw me. He grinned at me sickeningly and I felt my stomach turn over. He beckoned me closer and I hesitantly took a step forward.
"Well hello there gorgeous."
I stopped and looked at him uncertainly. I decided on the innocent little girl approach and peered at him through my bangs. He smiled wider.
"Well aren't you a pretty little thing? Almost as pretty as my Misa, but chubbier."
My eyes unintentionally sharpened. I widened them again as soon as possible, but he'd seen my anger. I cursed my temper. He laughed creepily.
"Awwww, I didn't mean it in a bad way. You are just voluptuous, like a woman."
He said woman in a weird tone of voice and my body was yelling at me to turn around and run as fast as I could. I could smell the liquor off of him from the distance I was standing; there was no doubt he was drunk. I backed up a little. He took a few steps forward.
"Hey, don't leave me all alone here!"
I backed up farther. I was pretty confident I could outrun him, but still. He wasn't scaring me so much as grossing me out and I wanted to just go home and take a shower. The monster cocked its head at me and I looked at it too long I guess because the creeper turned and looked at it. I took the opportunity to split.
I sprinted, turned a couple of corners an jogged the rest of the way home. I stopped hearing his yells pretty quickly, so I figured he wasn't even bothering to chase me, which was fine with me. I jogged in the front door and took off my shoes, immediately heading for the bathroom.
"Hey Honey!"
"Hi Mom. I'm gonna take a shower and go chill on the internet for awhile ok? Just don't disturb me please."
"Well fine then."
I rolled my eyes and shut the door. I was comforted immensely from having the warm water pour all down my body and feeling the soapy bubbles on my skin. By the time I'd finished washing my hair and stroking it gently with the brush and then putting on some sweet smelling lotion, I was feeling a hundred percent better.
I sat on the floor of my study in my towels and pulled my laptop over to me. I turned on some music: Loose Ends by Imogen Heap. Then I pulled up my internet and sat there for awhile, staring at the google start page. I wanted to make my time productive and search something about the Kira case, but my thoughts were completely occupied with the monster. So, I found the weird website I'd saved in my bookmarks about shinigami and tried to magnify it through my word processor to get a better view of the strangely written words.
Death Note. It talked on and on about rules, shinigami possesing people, and something called a Death Note. I scoured the website and finally found something like a dictionary.
Shinigami- a death god. They love apples. They originally come from the Shinigami Realm ruled by the Great Shinigami.
Ok. That's nice. The website read like it was written by a fifth grader. I rolled my eyes and scrolled down.
Death Note- a notebook. Every shinigami has its own Death Note. They write the names of people they want to kill in their Death Note and the people die in 40 seconds of a heart attack.
What? I scrolled back up to the definition of Shinigami:
ruled by the Great Shinigami. They have the ability to see a person's true name and their lifespan. When they kill people before the person's life is over, the extra years of life held by the person is transferred to the Shinigami. You cannot kill a Shinigami with a gun or a knife. They must always be in possession of at least one Death Note, however, if they obtain a second Death Note, they can give it to a human.
Humans possessed by Shinigami- a human can use a Death Note without consequences in their mortal life. They can write the name of a person and picture that person's face in their mind and the person will die. Various types and times of death can be specified in the Death Note. A human can trade half of their remaining life span with their Shinigami in exchange for the Shinigami's eyes. The human can then look at any person not possessing a Death Note of their own and see the person's true name and lifespan. If the person the human is looking at has a Death Note of their own, the human can only see the person's name.
My head was reeling as I looked away from my computer screen. Surely none of this could be real. But, it fit so perfectly. I had been seeing a monster. Kira killed people with heart attacks. No one could actually murder someone with a heart attack by human means. People had been speculating all along that some sort of supernatural force was involved in the Kira murders, but I wondered where this website had come from. I emailed it to Eina right away.
Surely there must be some way to track down who made the website or where it came from or something. It probably wasn't a Kira supporter who made all this information public, but I had to think. If I, a fifteen year old girl, could find this website, then why the hell hadn't L? Why wasn't he looking for this Death Note? Or, if he was, why hadn't he told the public, or even Matusda about this Death Note? I had never heard any mention of Death Note in Matsuda's Diary, and he didn't seem smart enough to conceal a factor this important. My head hurt from all my wondering. I called Eina.
"Ok, so I just emailed you a link to the strangest website I have ever seen. It tells about Shinigami and something called a Death Note."