Another chapter! WOO!
Sorry for not updating yesterday, Writers block...ugg
Amaya: Anyway I have a poll up on my profile, it's something to descide if after this story is complete should I make a sequel or a new fanfic entirely. I will make a sequel to Into the WorLd of Murder and Apples no matter what but this determines when you want it to come out.
Yuki: In this chapter were going to have L meet Light and witness the almighty tennis match! YAY!
Mizuki: We don't own death note or its characters, Author-chan only owns us (the OCs)
Yuki: This chapter's song is Killing our Memories by Fable
Me: ENJOY!
(Mizuki's POV)
"At this stage I would like to place cameras and bugs in the Kitamura and Yagami households" L uttered under his voice. Everyone was shocked except for me. We have been going over the tapes and the tails of Raye Penber for hours now and if I have to stare at a screen for one more minute im gonna scream.
"Surveillance cameras? Ryuzaki..." Matsuda started. I guess he could be an idiot sometimes but I still think he is awesome.
"I don't see how you could even consider this, if this got out wed have a civil rights scandal on our hands! Wed all lose our jobs" Aizawa protested.
"So you're willing to risk your lives to catch Kira but not your jobs?" They turned their heads to the couch I was lounging at. This always bothered me in the anime, it made everyone there seem way too scared about the stupidest things.
This was greeted by uncomfortable noises. "Ryuzaki" Soichiro started "What are the odds that Kira is in one of these households?"
"Hmm...maybe 10%, no its closer to 5" L clarified.
"Seriously? I'm sorry but it's not worth the risk" Matsuda tried to defend his claim but then came in Soichiro.
"No, even if it's 1% we can not take the risk. I can't say how offended I am to think that you suspect my family having said that, just go ahead with it" Soichiro was a proud father that always made me feel horrible that he died but...I think Mello did him a favor by killing him. If I was in his shoes I would rather die thinking my son is innocent then live to 100 and know my son was a murderer.
"And make sure you install them everywhere, I don't want any blind spots and that includes the bathroom" A bead of sweat was traveling down his face.
"Way to go chief!" I clapped a few times seriously. Can't imagine what he must be going through.
"Chouko, am I right to assume you will help Watari set up the cameras?"
"Sure, about time I get to do something fun" I gave Yuki a hug while she was still camped out on the computer searching through her firewall for any errors.
It was about 2:00 am right now and everybody in the task force looked ready to collapse and die right then and there. L, Soichiro, and I were watching the Yagami's but I was only watching the person that mattered. Light Yagami. Even though it was through a TV screen I got anxious to see the main character of Death Note. He had perfectly coiffed brown hair that looked like it took hours to do, a tan collage uniform, and in his left hand was the all-mighty bag of potato chips. Then I saw him.
Ryuk.
What? How the hell could I see Ryuk I didn't touch the death note yet! If I find whoever took me to this world Ill have to ask a few questions.
"By the way Mr. Yagami, Watari said that light placed a slip of paper in his doorway to detect if someone came into his room" L indicated.
"Does this make him more of a suspect?" Yagami questioned with fear evident in his voice.
"No, for a 17 year old kid I wouldn't say this kind of behavior is particularly abnormal. When I was his age I did strange things too" L was so cute in that line!
I let out a small giggle, "And those things were?" I was followed by silence. Damn it I hate being ignored.
Eventually Light did the potato chip stunt which made me bite my hand to suppress the laughter. Once again gaining more looks from the task force. Light showed no further signs of suspicion to Ryuzaki and sent everyone home which left me and L alone. Insert fangirl squeal here. Yuki and Amaya both moved into this floor and were sleeping in the same room. After a while of staring at Light who was wrapping up his "studies" I gained another inquiry from L. However this one left me thoughtful for a moment.
"Why did you choose to stay awake with me?" L asked without taking his obsidian gaze off of the screen.
"Well there are a few reasons. One, I have insomnia so I wouldn't be able to get any sleep even if I tried. Two, I love staying up late. and Three, It's fun to work with you" Crap I didn't mean to say that!
"You do?" L turned to face me and my cheeks were filling with blood. Fuck.
"Y-Yea I do Ryuzaki, just because you don't trust me and we had a rough start doesn't mean that I hate you" Ok Mizuki, get back under control you can't let it slip.
"So you're saying you enjoy my company?" There it was. Holy shit its the face. He gave me a blank face but his eyes showed signs of hopefulness.
"I really do Ryuzaki, I think that if I wasn't as assassin and started off differently we could have been friends" What the hell! Why did I just say that! It just came out.
"Friends?" He smiled. Mother of fucks he smiled. It was the smile that rivaled my sister's own.
"Yes, friends. Akio is the most important person in the world to me and Akishi is like my sister but other her I only have one friend that I don't see much anymore. I guess it's nice to have one..." I was losing my energy to stay awake. I'm tired and I just revealed my secret to someone who could have me restrained and locked away with a flick of a wrist.
"That would make you my first friend Chouko" Ok, I screwed up enough tonight I may as well give it up.
"Mizuki" I voiced in a tone revealing effects of sleep.
"What?" L was confused. For maybe one of the first times in his detective life he was confused.
"That's my real name, Mizuki Kurozuki" Ok maybe sleep wasn't too bad of an idea. Ahh I like sleep, It's like death but without the commitment.
"W-why don't you rest? I can watch the monitors on my own" He noticed my tired behavior? Huh, I know he's the world's greatest detective but nobody usually realizes it.
"Alright" And with that I gave into the dark blanket of sleep.
(L's POV)
"Friends?" I echoed.
She thought of me as her friend? I didn't know how to respond at first but there was no hiding the desperation of hope from my eyes.
"Yes, friends. Akio is the most important person in the world to me and Akishi is like my sister but other her I only have one friend that I don't see much anymore. I guess it's nice to have one..." I never I needed to care for someone like that. Watari was the only person I cared about and he diddn't really need protecting so this was all new. I suppose since she is telling me the truth this would be the perfect time to get information but I simply went along with it. I also needed energy.
"That would make you my first friend Chouko" What else was there to say?
"Mizuki" She drowsily corrected in a tone showing her battle to stay conscious. Shes telling me her real name? She really trusts me?
"What?" I pretended to be confused. It's not that hard really.
"That's my real name, Mizuki Kurozuki" Huh... Black Moon. It fits her well actually. Mizuki yawned into her hand.
"W-why don't you rest? I can watch the monitors on my own" I stuttered? Why was I acting this way around her and why did her face turn pink what I asked her about the mentioning of friends?
"Alright" And she closed her violet orbs and fell to her side. The only problem was that it was my side. Chouko, or should I say, Mizuki was leaning against my body and making no move to change position. Gradually I let my legs fall to the floor and my back press against the couch we were sitting on. As careful as humaly possible I lifted her head onto my shirt so she didn't wake up with a sore neck an-wait a minute...
Why was I worrying about her sleep outcome? It must be because she thought of me as a friend yes that must be it.
Her fingers clutched my loose shirt and shut her eyes tight. I wonder what she was dreaming about? You know staring at her alert yet peaceful express made the weight of many sleepless nights fall down on me. Perhaps I should sleep as well..." And my head head hit the couch.
(Mizuki's POV)
I was dreaming. It was obvious that I was but this one was the only one I have had for years. A scene unfolded to me. It was a smallish room with grey walls and a grey floor tinted green. My mother stood at the end of the receptionist room talking to the woman who was supposed to take our packages. Next to her was...my father. He had blackish brown, short hair and green eyes. He wore a plain red jacket and a dark green shirt with black stripes. Behind the resceptionest there was an older man with blonde hair and another woman with low cut brown hair. the only other person in the room was a small girl with raven black hair cut at her shoulders and dark purple eyes. This was me at 10 years old.
I was sitting with my legs crossed and the volume one death note manga was clutched in my hands, my eyes sparkling with enjoyment. Eyes that I will never have after this day.
A man with graying long hair and tan-ish skin walked into the room with a bag. He had grayish green pants and a black hoodie. I paid no attention to him with my nose stuck up in the manga that would become my very existence.
He walked up behind my mother and shoved her to the floor. He set the bad on the counter and pulled out a black caliber handgun.
"Put the money in the bag and don't pull the alarm! Or ill put a bullet in someone's head!" He yelled at the receptionest who was raking the cash registed for every dollar they owned. I looked up from my manga but clutched it intensely.
He pointed the gun at my mother was was still frozen on the ground in fear. "Hurry it up or Ill kill the woman!"
My father ran in front of my mother's way and got shot through the heart. My mother wailed in agony but I did not. I threw my manga to the floor and ran at the armed man who shot my father. I bit into his had and listened to the gun clatter to the eventually threw me off and the familiar metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. Delicious.
The man scrambled around like a dog, trying to find the gun. Too bad it was in my hands. He lunged at me and we grappled for the gun. Thankfully it was pointing in the right direction. I pulled the loaded trigger and fired at the man. His shoulder started spewing out blood like Mikami and his pen, spiraling onto the ground a few feet from me. He coughed up the blood filling his mouth and leaned for the gun once more. This time I fired again and hit the center of his skull. Recoil sent my arms in the air and my hands were sore for days afterward. The gun was still in the center of my hands when I realized what I had done. The others looked at me in fear but the thing that haunted me the most was my mother. She tried dragging her husband's corpse away from me. Then the pool of blood that leaked out from the bullet wound crept toward me. The skirt I was wearing that day was soaked in the red liquid and so were my hands. My hands we literally soaked in red. Throughout the whole time I never blinked or screamed, I had perfect control over my actions with a stoic expression.
From then of for the rest of my life I was labeled like a slave.
Criminal
Killer
Murderer
Monster
Demon
I will never forget the words that ruled my life.
I looked at the blur of colors surrounding my vision forming into something new. huh, usually I only see this one memory then wake up. Well Fuck. It was a dark scenery of a long alleyway. Rain poured down on my back as I tried to ditch the two pursuing policemen A 13 year old me was running down the wet stricken road. A wallet clutched in my hand. Sirens and flashlights followed behind. Seeing my blank expression charge into the cold was brave but I knew that if fate hadn't been on my side today I would have been caught. I door opened up and snatched me in as the cops blindly looked for where I had gone.
Inside the room a hand was muffling my voice as I tried to break free from the grasp. I bit the hand of my savior/captor and elbowed him to get a better look. He had long brown hair tied up in a ponytail, with a scar running down his neck diagonally. He wore a sort of leather biker vest with a little emblem on the front, seprated in half.
"Who are you?" Young me said with a hushed voice.
"My name is Skiz, and usually when I save young criminals from the cops they don't show their appreciation my elbowing me in the gut!" He replied. Skiz had a deep, gravely voice that sent shivers down my spine.
I sighed, not letting my guard down. I subconsciously reached behind my back and wrapped my hand around the handle of the kitchen knife I brought from home. "Fine, thank you for helping me out" I paused for a second before continuing. "Why did you save me?"
He growled. "None of your business kid. What the hell were you doing anyway?"
I narrowed my violet orbs at his own brown ones. "None of your business..."
The man gave a crooked smile of yellowing white teeth. "Smartass eh? Alright... You remind me of my daughter"
I blinked in surprise that a man like him would have a daughter. Shaking my head to clear my thoughts I started moving back towards the silent doors.
"Well! I think I must be going now..." Skiz grabbed my arm roughly, the one holding the knife.
The knife clattered to the floor and I struggled uselessly. "Brat... You want more cash then find me here tomorrow..." Was all he said before shoving me back out into the rainy alleyway.
I had no idea what joining a gang meant at the time. Sure I knew that it was seriously illegal and there was some kind of initiation but I had no idea what it actually was... If only I had just said no, kicked Skiz in the face and ran. I was just too greedy. I could have found other kinds of work... Sure my family would be hungry but I wouldn't have become such a horrible killer...
"What the hell is this?" A man with short, bright blonde hair and multiple scars called from a tattered leather couch.
Skiz stepped up from behind me. "She said she wants to join the gang..."
The man tched, stepping forward to size me up. For show he flexed his muscles and shoved me a bit. I kept my gaze with his and after an intense staring contest he sneered at me and knelt down to my height.
"Why the fuck do you want in here?" I swallowed my instincts to run and faced this bear of a man.
"My dad died a couple years ago and my mom can't work... Me and my adopted sister need money to live and this looks like the best option..." I showed no change of emotion as the man took my wrist and yanked me forward.
"Yo! Cody! The hell you doing?" Skiz called.
The man named Cody gave a deep humorless laugh. "Little brat says she wants to join this gang? Time for her to show it"
A flash of fear leaped across his dark brown eyes. "Cody come on..." He pleaded.
I looked around the room in confusion, wondering what the hell was going on.
"Hey, Brian, give her the tattoo" Fear ripped across my nerves.
Before I could even say anything I was lifted like a rag doll by Cody with one arm. With Cody's other arm he pulled out a table and swiped off a few cigarettes, empty and half empty beer cans, and a few suspicious colored pills with a swipe and following crashes before slamming me on the table.
My eyes widened in alarm when Cody began lifting up my shirt.
"N-NO! STOP!" I freaked out and thrashed in his grasp.
"Shut up!" Cody snapped and slapped me across the cheek, leaving a fresh red hand print. my bare back was exposed to the eyes of the men in the room while I shook in fear of what would happen.
My bra's back strap was unhooked but that was the only thing they did to my clothes. While I was expecting some pedophile to rape me right then and there I was unprepared for the searing pain that caked my pale skin. A needle was driven deeper into my skin far more then needed, It's ink and needles scorched my skin like a blowtorch.
I screamed bloody murder with tears streaming down my face as I prayed to black out. Sadly I wasn't given such mercy as I had to endure every last second of the needle dragging across my skin without regard of my suffering. A few times bloody had broken from a careless jab deeper and the man doing this cruelty just wiped it away with his dirty arm like he was just messing with a stick in the dirt.
I wasn't finished for about another hour.
I woke up back in my little apartment with Yuki standing over me, her eyes red and face flushed with tears. When I looked in the mirror that same day I saw that my back was now branded with a tattoo of a coiled black snake, hissing from the skin.
A week later when I finally was given a gun I moved on my own. I snuck into Cody's luxurious home to find him drunk with some crying prostitute and blew his brains out, only leaving a hollowed shell of brain matter, blood, and other red substances. I did it with a grin on my face in sweet revenge. I let the prostitute live of course, she even sobbed her thanks to me after she got over her horror before running as fast as she could. The next day it was completely evident that everyone knew it was me.
I had completed the initiation.
