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Lol, I've had major writer's block not to mention my muse is way biased towards my Yu Yu Hakusho story ;).
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"Sid, have you seen my backpack?" I shoved piles of dirty clothes out of the way as Sid hovered upside down on the ceiling. I had already yelled at him twice this morning for being in my way. Where the hell had I put that God damn thing?
"No, did you look in the kitchen?"
"Mom, have you seen my backpack!" I shouted out my open door.
"No honey, hurry up or you'll be late for school!" She yelled back. Growling I pushed shoes out of the way as I delved under my bed. Chocolate wrapper, chocolate wrapper, shoe, chocolate wrapper, dust bunny, chocolate wrapper, shoe…sandwich? Ew! I gagged as I tossed the half eaten, molding sandwich from under my bed.
School had been cancelled for a week, the best week of my life, while the entire campus mourned for Elizabeth and Jet. Well, I mourned for Elizabeth, Jet could happily rot in Hell. During that week I had rarely been separated from Mary, only really leaving her side to sleep and even then I usually talked to her on the phone until she cried herself to sleep. Despite my best efforts she was still depressed over Jet.
"Violet." I jerked upright, hitting my head on the underside of my bed.
"Ow! Fuck! What Sid?"
"I found your backpack." Scooting out on my stomach I turned to see him holding my ripped up bag with an Anarchy patch in one clawed hand.
"Thanks!" I jumped up and grabbed it from him, kicking the sandwich back under my bed with one Conversed foot, I'd get it later. Shoving the Death Note inside my bag I slung it over my back and rushed from the house.
Miracle of miracles I was actually on time, for once, but not by much. I barely made it to my first period before the bell rang. Taking my seat I let my mind wander to all the things I could be doing if I weren't in English. Sighing I glanced at the clock, it had been two minutes since the bell rang. This was going to be a long day. Pulling out my notebook I began doodling random pictures.
Much to my displeasure, the day lived up to my expectations…or lack thereof, until fourth period. I was sitting in math, listening to Mr. Chen drone on and on about polynomials in his broken English when my day suddenly got interesting.
Mr. Chen grabbed his chest, eyes bulging behind his glasses as foam began frothing from his mouth. He stumbled two steps towards the phone but never made it, instead falling to his knees and face planting into the generic, vomit colored school carpet where he lay unmoving.
The class went silent for once as everyone stared at his prone form. Biting my lip I reluctantly looked down at my paper as the first brave student stood and moved towards our teacher. "Mr. Chen?" He asked hesitantly as I read the name Brian Chen written in red ink under the violent description of Jet's death. Apparently I had subconsciously removed the Death Note from my bag and written his name without even knowing it. Oops.
"He's dead! Oh my God, he's dead!" The boy cried, removing his fingers from Mr. Chen's neck.
"Dial zero, it goes to the office!" Someone else shouted. I discretely slipped the Death Note back into my bag and zipped it shut, sharing an "oh crap" look with Sid. So much for lying low, but it had been an accident! I decided that this didn't really count as using the Death Note.
Half an hour later I was on my way home with Mary, for obvious reasons school had been dismissed…again. At this rate we would have to be in school the entire summer to make up for all our time off. I laughed as I thought about having death days instead of snow days. "What's so funny?" Mary asked, turning her red eyes to me. Bafflingly she had started crying again as soon as Mr. Chen's death was announced, I had no idea why.
"Oh, uh, nothing. Hysterical laughter you know. It's just so sad; I can't believe Mr. Chen is dead!"
"I know!" She burst into tears again, I rolled my eyes. The water works were really starting to get on my nerves. I heard Sid sigh from where he was floating behind us. Would it kill her to be happy? A horn blared making us both jump about a foot in the air.
"Hey Mary, why don't you jump in and let us take you for a ride!" I turned to see Robert Blake and Spencer Costa in Spencer's piece of crap Jeep creeping along behind us.
"Yeah baby, come on. We'll be more than happy to take your mind off everything." They began laughing and high fiving each other.
"Fuck off assholes!" I yelled and began dragging Mary along the sidewalk behind me. I hated all the macho jock strap assholes that were now trying to be Mary's rebound. These same losers had tried to hit on Mary at Jet and Elizabeth's funerals as well.
"Shut up dyke, we weren't talking to you!" They yelled back, growling under my breath I continued towing Mary away from them but they followed us all the way back to Mary's house where they waited outside until we egged Spencer's car. It was awesome and Mary finally smiled which made my day, it was almost like we were back in middle school again when it was just us against the world. Maybe things were finally starting to change and she had forgotten about Jet.
Later that night, Spencer lost control of his stupid Jeep on a winding road outside the city limits. After crashing into a tree and rolling down a hill the car exploded with Spencer and Robert still inside, I set down my red pen and considered it a job well done.
The rest of the week passing in an uninteresting blur, as did the weekend. As usual the best part was spending every day before and after school with Mary, I just wondered how long she would be depressed! After that brief glimmer of fun when we had egged Spencer's car she had returned to her mopey state, in fact she had gotten worse and would frequently sob to me that, "Everyone she knew was dying!" Obviously I had been wrong about a turn around.
Due to this new hysteria I decided to cool it with the Death Note. What I hadn't expected was my craving to use it. It was like a drug and I found myself rationalizing people's deaths. Like Mary's cheer rival and snobbish brainiac Theresa Hung. She and the terrible twins, Melanie and Mira Chan, had been spreading rumors and trying to undermine Mary every chance they got. The bitches were taking full advantage of Mary's distracted state and horrible mood. Theresa had gone to school with us forever and was a total bitch, always trying to beat Mary at cheer and me at grades. Thwarting her had been our main goal since the sixth grade but she was getting on my nerves!
Finally two weeks after Mr. Chen died I couldn't take it anymore. Theresa died of a heart attack during cheer practice while the twins just happened to fall into the only open manhole in our town and drown in an inch and a half of water. It was such a sad freak accident, but none of these deaths made Mary any happier.
On top of that I had had to fend off my mother when she insisted that I transfer schools, sure that I was going to be the target of some freak death. Little did she know I was the cause and had been all along, the thought brought a smile to my face which was quickly smothered by annoyance.
"If I have to listen to Mary cry herself to sleep again I'm going to kill her," Sid said around a mouth full of chocolate.
"Then I'd probably have to kill you but yeah I know what you mean. Besides, you can't, I still own your Death Note. Why can't she just see that her life gets better with everyone who dies?" I asked as I sat on the couch eating chocolate chips and popcorn watching some boring documentary on something I cared nothing about. "I mean seriously, most of the people I've killed I've killed for her." Flipping the channel I came across a news report on the local station, but it wasn't an ordinary news report. The female interviewer was talking to a man behind an opaque glass panel.
"…you know something about all these freak killings at Central High?" My finger paused, what the hell? Sid stopped munching on chocolate and looked up with interest; we both leaned towards the T.V.
"Yes," a computer generated voice said, "I'd like to take this moment to personally tell the individual committing these crimes that you will be caught just as Kira was caught in the end. Give up now because if you continue to use…if you continue as you are now you will be found."
"What does Kira have to do with any of this Mr. M? These killings are suicides, accidents, and random heart attacks; surely someone isn't killing these people." The woman said. Kira, Kira…that sounded so familiar, where had I heard that name before? And who the hell was this man who claimed to know about me?
"Someone is killing these people Miss Sanchez, I have no doubt. The way the deaths are happening as well as the autopsy reports suggest that there are distinct similarities between Kira and this new killer, I would even go so far as to say that they are killing in the same way."
"Now, to clarify, you worked intimately on the Kira case didn't you? What suggestions are there now that we are indeed dealing with a third Kira?"
"Yes I worked directly under L and Chief Yagami on the case; unfortunately I am not authorized to tell you the specifics." My chest was tight, my breath coming in hard gasps. Similarities? He knew how I killed, he knew. Intimately involved? Oh shit, I was screwed. So screwed. Who the hell was this guy? If only I knew his name and could see his face...but that was probably why he had taken such precautions.
"Vi, I'm home!" My mom yelled as she threw open the door, I screamed and jumped up from the couch scattering popcorn and chocolate all over the living room. "Honey what's wrong?"
"N-n-nothing, you just scared me. I'm going to my room now." I ran to my room and slammed the door, leaning against it and panting, clutching at my racing heart. My mind chased itself in circles, someone knew about me! They had connected the dots and looked at the autopsy reports and they knew what I was doing! "Sid," I said turning to my Shinigami, "was that one of the people who knows about the Death Notes?"
"Yes, I think so."
"He was taking about Kira, who is Kira?"
"I don't know."
"What about Chief Yagami? Or L? Wait, L is that famous detective guy; he got killed ten years ago in Japan working on…the Kira case! Oh my God I remember! But if Kira was using a Death Note that means he had a Shinigami. Sid, I need you to go find Kira's Shinigami."
"Why?"
"Because I need to know everything about Kira and the Death Note and I can't find it all online. Please, Sid, please?"
He looked at me for a couple minutes with his head cocked to the side, studying my expression. "Alright, I'll go see if I can find Kira's Shinigami." He suddenly stilled, "Wait, I don't like him! He stole my Death Note and he's mean to me."
"What?"
"His name is Ryuk; he stole my Death Note and gave it to Kira then he wouldn't give it back." I looked over at my backpack where the Death Note currently rested. My Death Note was the same one that Kira had used? A strange chilled feeling moved over my skin making me shiver uncomfortably.
"Please find him Sid, I have to know." Sid sighed but his bird-like wings unfolded from his back.
"I want chocolate when I get back." He said as he jumped out the window of my room. I watched him fly away until he was little more than a black dot before turning on my computer and looking up the interview online as well as doing research on Kira. Every so often I would glance at my bag and shiver, wondering what the hell I had gotten myself into.
Oh snap! Who is the mysterious Mr. M? What will happen now that he knows about Violet? And how does L, Kira, and Ryuk fit into all this?
You'll just have to wait and see! Bwahahaha I'm sooo evil ;). To briefly explain my time line, the story occurs five years after Light is caught and killed so ten years after L is murdered :'( and fifteen years since the Kira case started, I think that is correct but if it isn't please tell me, thanks!