Thank you to Giselle Bourignon, Lucifer's Lament, and of course LeighWolf for urging me to continue this story! So without further ado, here's chapter two!
I sat at the funeral for my stepdad and tried not to smile. The whole thing was a little surreal; I mean just last week he was forbidding me from going to the school dance and taking my phone from me. Now he was lying in a casket about to be buried. All because of me. I bit my lip and shot a glance at my mom even as I rubbed the cover of the Death Note.
I had taken to carrying it with me where ever I went, never letting it out of my sight. It currently rested in my bag and I petted it like a loyal dog. I found the motion comforting. My mom sobbed into a tissue. I tried harder not to smile. Directly after his heart attack I had felt bad for, like, a minute but then I had remembered what a bastard he had been. Guilt gone.
Now I could go to the school dance, I could talk on the phone for as long as I wanted, I could do all the things he had forbidden me from doing because my mom no longer cared. The freedom was amazing, and all because I had written two little words in a notebook. I sighed as the priest droned on and on about what a great guy he had been, this was taking forever. Most of what he was saying was lies and bullshit anyway. My stepfather had been nothing but a bully.
Finally the long winded idiot shut up. Since my stepdad had forced me to go to a Catholic middle school I had become incredibly intolerant of religion and God in general. I didn't think he even existed and I didn't like the brainwashing bullshit they shoved on us. The casket bearers assembled and hoisted the thing into the air, several grunted under the enormous weight. My stepdad had not been a small man. My mother and I trailed behind the casket and piled into a limo that would take us to the grave site. She continued to ball in a most unattractive manner. I grimaced.
Like the sermon, the ride to his grave took forever. When we got there, there was more talking and droning and sobbing until it was time to lower the casket. The crane groaned and lunched as the coffin sank into the earth. I stepped up to the edge of the grave with a white carnation that had been pressed into my hand. It took all my will power to casually toss and not hurl the flower at the casket. Others followed mine and people dispersed until just my mother and I stood there. I let her weep for a few more minutes before pulling her back to the limo which drove us back to the church. From there I drove us home and waited for my mom to get blasted at the boring ass wake.
The wake was impossibly worse than the funeral had been. I had to pretend I was actually sad when all I wanted to do was jump for joy. Luckily my mom drunk herself into a stupor rather quickly and I was able to shove the guests out the door. I put my mother to bed; certain she wouldn't move for hours. Long enough for me to run an errand.
I drove back to the cemetery in the dark; night had fallen during the wake. It was easy enough for me to locate my stepdad's grave; even though it had been filled since we left. I stood in front of it and pulled out my Death Note. "You shouldn't have messed with me you stupid bastard." I let the smile I had been holding back spread across my face. Laughter bubbled up from inside me, I began giggling. The giggle turned into a laugh and before long I was absolutely howling with laugher clutching the Death Note to my chest. I knew I sounded hysterical and I probably was, it wasn't everyday your dreams came true. I laughed until tears streamed down my face and I couldn't breathe.
It took me a minute to realize I wasn't alone anymore. I spun around and came face to face with a monster. It was covered in a thick cloak that left only its praying mantis arms visible; its round head was also concealed, wrapped in bandages, so that only its yellow eyes and mouth full of sharp pointed teeth could be seen. I screamed and jumped backwards, my foot turned in the loose grave dirt causing me to fall. The monster screamed as well and threw up its arms which actually had four long fingers per hand. We waited like that, frozen, for some time.
It was the first to move, hesitantly lowering its arms. When it didn't attack I stood up slowly and brushed dirt off my butt. We stared at each other some more; I didn't think it was going to hurt me. I took a hesitant step forward, it stepped back. I became more confident, obviously it was more afraid of me than I was of it. I looked around for the Death Note that I had dropped when I fell. I saw it resting on the grave; I jumped right into the middle of the fresh dirt and picked up the notebook. Take that, bastard. I stomped a few times for good measure.
"That's mine." I turned back to the creature and found it watching me or rather my notebook. I clutched the Death Note to my chest.
"No. Its mine." This creature could not possibly want the only good thing that had ever happened to me.
"Its mine, I dropped it." His voice was kinda pitiful and I felt sorry for him but I wasn't giving up the Death Note.
"Finders keepers," I tossed over my shoulder as I walked back to my car. When I reached it I looked back and saw that the thing had followed me. "Go away; I'm not giving it to you."
He gave me a peeved look, "When a Death Note falls into human hands, the Shinigami the note belongs to must follow the human until the human dies, the notebook ends, or the human relinquishes ownership."
"Shini- what?"
"Shinigami, a God of Death."
"Oh, well then I guess I'm stuck with you huh?"
"Until you die, the notebook ends, or you give up ownership."
"Yeah, I got that. My names-"
"Violet Marie Mason. I know. I'm Sidho."
"Nice to meet you Sid, well let's go home and you can tell me all about yourself and this Death Note." The Shinigami shrugged.
"You got any chocolate?"
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