*** AUTHOR'S NOTE ***
I am sorry for taking so long on getting this new chapter out, but I had finals
at my college. You know how that is… Anyway~ continuing on… You may
thank my three fans! Wow… I sit here thinking I have SO MANY fans.
Then I go look at the number, and I have a whopping 3. Well, 4 if you count
my little sister. I don't though. So~ yeah. I got a couple of emails yesterday saying
that someone had added me on their alerts for my story. And I was like
"Oh crap! When's the last time I updated my story?" So I found it in my computer
(hiding somewhere I might add…) and discovered I already had half a page…
Sorry that this chapter was shorter than the others and isn't as exciting, but
transitions must be made! Boring or not. This one wasn't boring though.
AND You get to learn some about Nina and Anne's "Lingo/Code"
I will be more frequent with my updates unless I can find a job.
(Please let me find a job…) Because unlike my crazy fellow classmates, I am NOT
taking summer classes. ANYWAY! My note is going on for too long now…
YOU BETTER REVIEW!
Thanks,
~Gebrelle
P.S. – Thank you Shimigami King, insanepersonishappy, and Seto K4iba1, for adding
me/my story as a favorite, adding me/my story to your alert list, or leaving a review
(bunchies of THANKYOU's for the reviews) Yes SilverSteam, I left you off, but you're
my little sister… I said you don't count.
*** END OF AUTHOR'S NOTE ***
Chapter 2
When Nina woke up the next morning on Saturday, she wondered if she had just dreamed about yesterday. Kira was watching intently as she rolled over and blinked sleepily. She yawned and he purred.
"Good morning, Kira," she said affectionately petting his head.
"Good morning to you," a voice said from the other side of the room.
"Light?"
Slowly he stepped out of the shadows and grinned, exposing even more of his fangs. Light had a very menacing smile.
"Were you talking to me or your cat?" he asked sarcastically.
"My cat actually," she said. He grinned. Obviously she was not a morning person.
"You named a cat Kira?" he asked, "You're crazy after all" he grinned again. Nina looked back at her cat and wished Light would stop all that grinning. It was starting to give her the chills.
She reached under the pillow and pulled out the Death Note. She opened it and looked again at all the blank pages. In fact, the whole notebook was blank. She dug through the tote by her bed and found a ball point pen; she clicked it and stared at the page.
"So~ I just write a name in it and they die?" she asked even when she knew the answer. She scratched her head with her ink pen. "I don't think we should just start killing people," she said, and Light looked at her curiously. "I think we should do something with a bang. Something that says 'I'm back,' something the authorities can't hide from the public." Light just nodded.
Nina grabbed her laptop from under her bed and started running searches for criminals. She stared at all the pictures and was a bit unsettled by the thought of killing these people. Thinking of criminals as evil beings was one thing but to see their pictures, to know that even if they did bad things, even terrible things that each and every one of them was human. If she killed them, would that make her any better than them? Would that make her any better than her mother's killer?
She looked at Light. He had been able to do it. He was staring at Kira, who had touched the Death Note himself, and he was staring back at Light. Light wiggled his fingers at him but he yawned and looked away, not interested at all in his name-sake.
She slid the notebook between her mattresses telling herself that there was no reason to have it out until she had her big plan ready. She turned on the television, flipping the channels to watch the news when something caught her eye: the bus driver had a stroke last night. She grabbed her paper on top of her dresser where she always emptied her pockets, wrote down the time of death, and began trying to understand the relationship.
Light noticed her movements and watched her work equation after equation, marking out ones that didn't remain universal. She heard him chuckle and cast him a questioning look.
"What?" she asked him. He shook his head. He moved closer so he could see the numbers she was working with. Once he got so close, Kira stood up and moved between them, putting himself in front of Nina.
"What number is this?" Light asked, pointing to the driver's lifespan.
Nina looked back at the paper. "The driver's lifespan," she answered feeling foolish, surely he would think her stupid not to have figured it out by now.
Light looked shocked, "How did you find out his lifespan?" he asked carefully.
Nina looked at him surprised. Surely he had known of her eyes. "I was born with the eyes of a shinigami" she answered honestly.
"Interesting," he said thoughtfully, "very interesting." She looked at him, "We can use this, but unfortunately, I, as a shinigami, am not at liberty to give you the equation. Even if you were born with the eyes."
Nina had figured it would be something like that, considering the Deathnote mentioned in many places that a Death God could not tell you quite a few things…
Suddenly, Nina thought of something. It was Saturday, and Anne would likely be busy unless she called her. Anne's mother loved Nina and would let Anne out of work and her studies it she called her, and Anne would thank her for it. Nina sighed and dug around in the drawers by her bed for her cell phone that was charging. All Nina had to do was hold down the 5 key and it would call Anne. Nina waited patiently while listening to her ring back tone that was the opening theme to Anne's favorite show.
After a few moments Anne answered, "Moshi moshi?" Nina chucked, Anne answered her cell in a different language each time.
"I need to talk to you about something really important." Nina said carefully.
She could hear the question in Anne's voice, "Okay… Do you want to talk about it? Or do you want me to get online?"
Nina didn't want to sound too obvious. "No, there is so~ much drama about it I'd rather talk to you in person." She tried to sound like your stereotypical teenager and hoped she got the hint.
Anne was quiet for a long moment, "So I'm taking it you want to go grab some brunch?"
Nina smiled; Anne had used a code phrase. "Sure, that sounds great!" she said making it sound to anyone listening in that they were setting a lunch date. "How about the usual place?"
"Sure," Anne replied, "fifteen minutes good with you?"
Nina smiled, feeling more confident, "Yeah. I'll see you then. Drive safely." By 'drive safely', Nina meant, 'make sure no one follows you'.
Anne hung up the phone without a good bye, but that was normal for Anne. Nina hopped out of bed and dug around in her closet for some comfortable clothes and her leather jacket. Not that it was cold outside; just that she always wore it when she drove her motorcycle.
Light had carefully watched her during her phone call to Anne and was now watching her get things together. "What was that about?" he asked.
Nina laughed, remembering he was out of the loop on their lingo. "I trust Anne with more than my life." She looked at light meaningfully, "I am going to share the Deathnote with her. It's too risky to talk about the Deathnote here, her place, on the phone, or online. So we are meeting at an apartment of mine. It's just a tiny one bedroom thing, but I don't have to pay rent on it as long as I keep it up. The landlord just needs someone to stay in it sometimes. By fifteen minutes, she meant thirty minutes… we half our time when setting times to meet… it's just part of our code." Light was staring at her blankly.
"As long as you know what you're doing," was all he said.
After making Light turn around, Nina got dressed quickly, packed her backpack with her laptop and the Deathnote stuck in a folder. She also packed an ink pen, a pencil, and grabbed one of her cheap cell phones that she only had for making anonymous calls from.
She hurried out to the garage and stuffed her small backpack into one of the luggage bags on the back of her motorcycle, before grabbing her helmet off of the shelf and pulling her short hair into a ponytail at the base of her neck, just to keep it tame inside her helmet.
When she was ready to go, she opened the garage door with the button on her keys and put on her helmet that was the same color as her bike: Hot rod red. The Benelli Tornado had been a gift from Anne for her birthday. Anne always spent too much on her, but her family had money; lots of it too.
Nina cranked up the bike and slowly pulled forward until she was out of the garage, then she pressed the button again, closing the door behind her. She looked at Light and smiled, "Are you going to be able to keep up?" she asked him.
He just grinned that freaky grin of his, but as she watched, a pair of creepy wings just seemed to grow from his back, he only had to flap a couple of times before he was able to hover beside her, defying all logic of flying and hovering all in one go.
She shrugged and pulled on into the road, heading to the meeting place about fifteen miles east of her house. She was amused to notice, though, that Light kept up with her the entire way there.