"Wake up Tsukiko, it's time for school!" Mother chirped as she floated into my room, opening the disturbing window to let the sunlight in.
"Rnnnhh.." I grumbled and threw a pillow over my head.
"Oh come on Tsukiko! I've got Marie downstairs making breakfast!
Well, Marie always did make an awesome breakfast.
I reluctantly sat up, shooing my mother away so I could get dressed. As I sauntered across the room and looked out the other, less depressing window, I noticed a black dot on the front lawn. Tossing on a velvet red robe, I leapt out the window and onto the dew-soaked grass. As I git closer and closer to the object, my heart pounded furiously in my chest. As I bent over and held my hair back to read the scrawled words on what appeared to be a note book.
"Death Note.." I whispered.
I quickly picked it up and kissed it.
"Thank you Ryuk, you son-of-a-bitch!" I cheered and spun around.
Completely forgetting about the Death God thing, I bumped into the one that held this death note. I almost screamed in shock, but quickly regained my composure and waved him inside.
Well, as far as I could tell it was a guy.
I leapt through my window and he silently followed, sitting politely on my bed and waiting for me to start asking questions.
"So what kind of perks do I get with a full Death Note?" I asked.
He gestured to the book and I opened it. It had all the rules printed on the front page.
"I see." I replied awkwardly. "Can you turn around? I have to get dressed."
Without a word, he quietly spun around and I stripped off my nightgown, getting changed into baggy blue jeans and a vintage Eric Clapton t shirt. I was tying the shoes on chucks when the Death God turned around.
"So what's your name anyway?" I asked, still clutching to the Death Note.
"Malak." He replied simply.
His voice was deep and almost rusty sounding.
"Okay Malak, come on downstairs, I'm having breakfast."
He obediently followed as I descended the enormous staircase. As I got to the bottom I got a better look at Malak--he had long, messy purple hair and piercing black eyes. His mouth seemed sewn shut, but obviously that was a mere illusion considering he could speak. He had long arms like one of the Death Gods in my window, but he was only a few inches taller than me when standing. I quickly munched down some waffles and headed out the door, bookbag in hand.
"Aren't you going to talk to us?" Mother called out.
"Can't mother, I'll be late!" I called back and slammed the door shut.
"Do you not like her?" Malak asked.
"Tuh, not really. She's more of a pain in the ass than a mother to be honest."
A flicker of a smile danced on Malak's face, but quickly disappeared when he saw Light waving to me.
"Be careful." He whispered. "There's something...off about him."
I nodded and hugged Light.
"Well good morning to you too!" He replied and kissed my head.
Shit, I forgot we were dating.
"Morning!" I replied cheerfully.
"A little out of character for her." Ryuk observed as I yanked on Light's hand.
"Come on, let's get to school." I chimed as we walked along, with Light's arm casually draped around my shoulder.
As Light and I approached the school, his arm still draped on my shoulder and holding hands and laughing, I earned more than my fair share of jealous stares. I merely stopped for a minute.
"What?" Light asked, surprised at my pause.
"Just a sec." I replied as I kicked dirt in the direction of the jealous fangirls like a dog does when they pee. "Eat it bitches!" I called out and rejoined Light as we went inside.
"That wasn't very smart." He commented as we rested against a wall.
"Yeah I know, but hey. I can take 'em!"
Light merely chuckled. Malak and Ryuk remained silent through the entire walk, which worried me. I smiled at a joke Light had told me when I saw Ryuzaki walk into the building. He seemed to be looking for someone so I waved hysterically and he waved back, until he saw Light drape his arm around me and draw me closer. He stopped waving and frowned, walking in the opposite direction. I felt immensely guilty and had the urge to run to him, but Light's grip held me back.
"Who are you waving at, baby?" He asked gently.
I resented the way he called me 'baby', but I merely replied, "No one dear."