Death Note

[TonyZimmzy]

 

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Death Note

 

 

Characters:

 

Ryuk

A Shinigami tired of his world. He seeks out fun and decides to drop his Death Note into the world of the living.

 

Yagami Light

A human who's sick and tired of all the crime poluting the world. He finds the Death Note, dropped by Ryuk, and begins to eliminate the world of all Evil.

 

 

 

Chapters:

 

Rebirth (1)

Rebirth (2)

 

Confrontation (1)

Confrontation (2)

 

Dealings (1)

 

 

 

Plot:

 

The story begins when a high-school student called Yagami Light finds a notebook on his school ground, which is actually a 'Death Note', a notebook that is normally used by Death Gods to kill humans. Light quickly finds out that he can use the book himself, and begins to experiment its power on a low-life criminal in his home country, Japan. Light starts to believe that he has the power to kill all of the criminals that he thinks doesn't deserve to live. So he proceeds to kill various criminals from all over the world.

 

Soon enough, police and other law enforcement authorities are baffled at the amount of criminals who are suddenly found dead from heart attacks. But when rumours from the internet about "Kira", a God who punishes criminals begins to surface, the police suspect that the murder is the work of an individual. The police believe that such action is unwarranted and dangerous so they decide to find the murderer. In order to help them with the job, they hired a famous investigator known only as "L" to entrap the murderer.

 

A dangerous game of cat and mouse begins between Light and L; a mind game where losing is not an option, since the loser will lose everything. For Light, he could face a life sentence -- or worse, the death penalty. On the other hand, if Light manages to find out about L's real name & face, then L will be killed.

 

Synopsis:

 

Death Note is a manga/anime/movie(s). I've decided to base this story very tightly on the anime, almost exactly word-for-word. The same plot, the same characters, and the same design. If you've watched/read Death Note, then you'll either like reading this or dislike reading it, because it's almost exactly the same. If you've never heard of Death Note, you could still enjoy this story. It's not a GTA fanfic, and it's not written in script-style.

Edited September 3, 2007 by TonyZimmzy

[TonyZimmzy]

 

Rebirth (1)

 

"This World is rotten." The almost silent words escaping the mouth of Ryuk, sitting perched on the edge of a jagged cliff, overlooking Shinigami's below, gambling; the only thing to do in this world. He extends his long, sharp wings and prepares to take to the always grey clouds as he rolls his hexagonal-shaped blood-red eyes at the sight of everything wrong in the realm of the Death Gods.

 

"If you follow the voice of God..." A voice is heard, as an all-too-handsome teenage boy stares on in bordem, dressed in a mouldy brown blazer with matching pants, sitting behind a cramped desk next to a short, stubby classmate playing on a handheld device, one arm holding his heavy head up with the elbow digging into the cream colored table. "And then, even though I didn't do anything, he f*cking snapped at me!" He's forced to hear from the exentric gossiping of teenage girls sitting infront of him. He blinks twice, removes his long, dark hair from his eyes with his index and middle finger, as the teacher takes notice of his head shift to the left, and his eyes concentrating not infront of him, but rather out the window instead. "Yagami-kun, are you paying attention?" The voice bellows throughout the classroom; every schoolkid begins to focus, including Yagami Light.

 

"Please translate this sentance into Japanese." The teacher calmly aims his words directly to Light. He sighs and stands up, not a crease in sight on his uniform, and he begins to speak, looking down towards his desk. "If you obey God's teachings, the seas will be bountiful and storms will not come." He says with a lack of interest in his voice, as the entire class looks on.

 

Yagami Light walks down the isolated streets of town as traffic sits at a stand still. The blissful blue sky and creamy white clouds should cast a smile over any man or woman's face, but not Light's as he listens to a news report with small, white earphones running under his long brown hair. "Today, around 11:00am, in an apartment in Yokohama, Kanagawa prefecture, a woman in her thirties was found dead, covered in blood." Light listens on, not looking at the world infront of him, but rather at a book he holds in his right hand.

 

"The Kanagawa Police are investigating it as murder." Light casually glances up as he presses a button on a rusted pole at the edge of the curb; the green paint chipped off, and the pole itself ready to collapse.

 

A red light is forced into Light's eyes, reading 'Wait', as traffic begins moving once more. "In Tokyo's Shibuya area," Light continues to listen on as he patiently waits. "35 year old Tofuji Naoki was arrested for raping and then murdering his 25 year old female room-mate." Light frowns and closes his eyes as he continues to wait, people gathering near him to cross the street give off casual, happy smiles to him. His face, now an expressionless mask as he takes his earphones out and quickly tucks them into his left blazer pocket.

 

"Every day..." He begins thinking to himself. "Every day the same thing repeats itself, over and over again." The green aluminous light blinking rapidly at him: 'Go', he begins walking at a much slower pace than everyone else. "This World is rotten."

 

 

"Another is the extinction of many species of life on the planet." The words pushed out of the teacher's mouth in a plain, mono-tone voice. Just like yesterday, Light has his eyes fixated on activity outside of the classroom window. Feeling his blood curl at having to listen between two things he can't stand; mindless chatter between classmates, and the expressionless voice of his teacher.

 

The sound of the teacher becomes muted static as something finally catches Light's eye. A black book, almost in slow motion to him, falls past the window. The pages flailing around in the cool breeze as it continues to fall. All sound is null and void. His eyes widen and he slowly moves his head from his hand and he follows the book down. Hitting the floor with little to no sound, it sits still, face up.

 

Kids from twelve to seventeen scatter along outside the rusty metallic double doors of the entrance and exit of the school. Light emerges in a crowd of people with his dark brown bag hoisted over his left shoulder.

 

He stops walking and gives a casual look over to the ground where the notebook lay. Too intrigued not to, he begins walking towards the spot on the light green grass. He stands over it; his plain black shoes nearly touching it as his shadow casts over it. Casually looking back once more to all the school kids, none of them noticing him or it, he bends down and picks it up in his right hand, gripping it firmly.

 

"Death Note?" He reads the words etched in silver scribbled writing on the front of the black notebook. "A notebook of the death?" He says with a hint of sarcastic laughter in his tone. He flips it over to the back, where much more writing lies, still in the same poorly written out silver text. "How to use:" He says in his mind, "The human whose name is written in this note... shall die." He closes his eyes, aswell as the book, and lets out a playful laugh. "How stupid." He says aloud as he drops it back on the grass.

 

"Honestly, what a sick joke." He exclaims as he walks away; being oggled by two young teenage girls sitting on a plain wooden bench just infront of the grass leading from the pathway. "Writing about death... how juvenile." Walking past endless neatly trimmed bushes, his curiousity still begs him to question answers he cannot explain. "And what do they mean, "The human whose name is written in this note shall die?"" He slows his pace to a stop as a shadow casts over him on an almost cloudless day, he looks back once more and sighs.

 

A yellow and olive green train speeds past as the barriers are lifted. Light walks over the tracks, along with a few other people who were waiting alongside him. The notebook slightly visable from his backpack.

 

"This note will not take effect unless the writer has the person's face in their mind when writing his or her name. Therefore, people sharing the same name will not be affected." He reads more of the rules on the back of the notebook in his mind, sitting perched at his neat and tidy oak brown desk in his room; only a television and computer on it. He scratches the back of his neck as his elbow brushes by his bookcase next to the desk, almost completly filled with large books, too advanced for a normal teenage boy.

 

"If the cause of death is written within forty seconds of writing the person's name, it will happen." He reads with absolutly no excitement in his voice, glancing at the television inbetween sentences. "If the cause of death is not specified, the person will simply die of a heart attack. After writing the cause of death, details of the death should be written in the next six minutes and forty seconds." He smirks and lets out a brief sarcastic laugh, "So you can make them die peacefully... or make them suffer."

 

He takes his eyes from the notebook and looks outside of his open window, at the incredible orange aura of the evening Japan sky. He can't help but smile, even if only for a moment. "They've sure thought this out carefully, for a prank." He brushes his hair from his eyes and stands up, walking past the window and collapsing onto his bed, ruffling the neatly made teal colored sheets as he lays down, putting his hands behind his head and letting a sigh escape his mouth once more.

 

"Write in their name and they die, huh? How totally pointless." Kidding himself as he looks up at the switched off light on his plain white ceiling; not a spec of dirt in sight. His eyes shift back over to his desk, looking directly at the notebook. He gets up, walks calmly in stride back over to his desk and sits down. He reaches for a plain ballpoint pen and opens the notebook up and brings the pen down towards it like a knife, letting it hover a few inches from the page. "Wait a minute," He reluctantly pulls the pen from the notebook, eager to try it out. "If someone actually dies, would that make me a murderer?" Pressing the pen against his clenched lips as he contemplates what he said in his mind. "But it's impossible." he exclaims, letting out a snear followed by a laugh.

 

He looks at the television; the view of a school from a helicopter can be seen. The camera is shaking slightly, and the presenter is trying to narrate above the sound of the propellers. "The man that indiscriminantly killed and wounded six people yesterday in downtown Shinjuku is still barricaded inside this nursery school, with eight hostages: young children and their teachers.

 

The Metropolitan Police have determined the man's identity as Otoharada Kurou, 42 years of age and unemployed." A picture of a shrill-faced skinny man with a bowl-cut hair style appears on screen, along with his information already read aloud by the reporter. Light's face is overcome with disgust. Without hesitation, he presses the pen firmly against a blank page of the notebook and begins to write. "Otoharada Kurou" is written with no cause of death.

 

Light glances at the clock on the wall, and he sits back in his chair and begins to wait. "Forty seconds and it's a heart attack." He whispers aloud. "Or so they say." Seconds feel like minutes as he keeps his eyes glued to the screen of the television; the sky now completly dark and the only light in the room is portrayed from the television.

 

"It's hard to tell what's happening now," the reporter screams over the chomping propellers. Light looks up at the clock. Forty-five seconds have passed. "I knew it;" he sighs to himself. "Nothing happened." Light extends his hand towards the television screen to turn it off. "Wait!" The reporter exclaims; screaming at the top of his lungs. "The hostages are coming out!" Light looks on at the television screen in disbelief.

 

All the children and teachers are fleeing from the building. "The Police are rushing in!" The reporter barks, getting in the way of the camera, as it pans to the left and shows images of Police in SWAT uniforms running into the building, as Light continues to stare blankly at the television screen. "This just in!" The reporter's voice now breaking and cracking, becoming raspy as he continues to heighten his voice above the propellers. "It seems the perpetrator is dead!"

 

Light's lips quiver after hearing those words. "Dead!?" He cries out as he slams his left hand into his desk, looking down at the name he wrote in the notebook; his eyes trembling and losing focus.

 

"The Police are emphasizing that they did not shoot him." The reporter calms his speech down as the helicopter is heard setting on the screen of the television. But everything is just muffled white noise to Light right now. "Suicide?" Light thinks to himself, trying to put his mind at ease. "According to the hostages, he suddenly collapsed." The reporter states, the propellers coming to a halt.

 

A bead of sweat drops from Light's temple as he hears the next sentance by the reporter: "He's had a heart attack." Light looks on at the television screen in horror as the Police are coming back out of the school building. "Light!" A female voice is heard from another room, catching his attention like hooks piercing his flesh. His heart settles in his chest as he turns the television off. "It's almost six-thirty. You have a prep course today, right?" The voice of Light's mother echoes upstairs. He tries to muster a sentance together, but it feels like his mouth is stuffed with cotton wool. He swallows what feels like razorblades and speaks; "Yeah, I'm getting ready now." He grabs the notebook and shoves it into a dark green dufflebag. "Death Note..." He continues to pack things into the bag. "But if this is really genuine..." Franticly zipping the bag up and throwing it over his shoulder, "I need to test it one more time."

 

Light stands outside of a hotel, the light from inside brightening up the dark winter evening. "It has to be a criminal. But not anyone too important," He says quietly to himself as he passes by. "Or the police might keep it a secret for a while." Watching the people pass him by, he tightens the pushes the collar up of his dark green zipped up jacket.

 

Light sits behind a desk in a plain black long sleeve shirt. His usual sitting pose is in process as he contemplates what to do next; elbow on the desk, hand on chin. "Hey, Ryoji!" He hears. Light looks across from him to the right. "Sudou-kun... what do you want?" A jittery young boy in a green and black shirt says, looking down at the floor as three menacing teenagers stand around him. "Give me two-thousand yen." One of the youths, in a black hooded sweatshirt, exclaims; not asking, but demanding. "Again?" The shy youngster questions, now looking up at the thug through his plain oval specs. "What, do you not want to?" His voice becomes darker as he leans in, face to face with the shy youngster. "Should I try killing him?" Light thinks to himself. "No. I should avoid anyone I actually know. But do I really have to worry about that?" A complex expression overthrows his face as he taps his index finger against the side of his head. "Nobody would notice, nor care if one or two guys like him died." He watches on as the shy youth hands over his money to the thugs. "Ha!" The thug waves his arm in the air, "We're going to the arcade on the way home tonight." Eyeing over the cash, as if he's never seen anything like it before.

 

Gossiping teens and youths hang outside of the building's cracked and broken entrance as Light walks out, holding his head high above his shoulders. "Look around you, and all you see are people the World would be better off without." Light thinks to himself; the voice playing inside of his mind is becoming stale by all of this playing on his mind. He stands at the edge of the street, ready to cross as he looks to his left, and sees a motorbike speed past, blowing his hair and unzipped jacket in the wind as another two follow tightly knit behind.

 

"Hey, sexy lady!" The man on the first bike screams out to a woman just down the street, putting his handbrake on and skidding to a halt near her, along with the two bikes behind him. "Wanna come hang out with us?" He says, intimidating her. She shields her arms infront of her body, gripping tightly to her handbag. "Whoa, Taku-san, she's a hottie!" One of the other biker snears, eyeing her up and down. "I'm Shibuimaru Taku." He says, coating her with his foul breath as he removes his satin black shades. Light stops outside of a seven-eleven as the automatic doors split in the middle and open up. He gives a quick glance back and goes inside.

 

"No, I'm sorry." politely speaking back to Taku, trying not to antagonize or instigate him. "Aww, she says she's sorry!" One of the bikers snarls, flicking his eyes between Taku and the woman. Light quietly walks over to the magazine rack in the seven eleven and stands facing foward by an open window, listening and watching to every word and movement playing outside as he starts rummaging through the magazines.

 

One of the thugs gets off of his bike and walks circles around her, chewing on a toothpick, as she nervously looks around. He removes a crowbar from inside of his half-way unzipped leather bomber coat and puts it to her throat, etching her body closer to his. "Hold her still!" One of the men scream as she lets out a sickening gasp for air, her feet almost dragged from the concrete she's standing on. "Take off her clothes!" The thug holding her says to Taku. "Can I!?" One of the other thugs cries out, jumping at the chance. "No! Stop!" She cries out, "Help! Somebody help!" She begins screaming, still gasping for air with a crowbar depriving her of any oxygen, as the thug begins ripping at the button on her jeans. Light, looking on, holding a music magazine inside of the seven-eleven, with the Death Note resting firmly inside of the magazine. He's finished writing. "Shibuimaru Taku: Death by Accident." His heart pounds as he looks at the silver watch on his left wrist. "So... what now?" He thinks to himself, as he looks firmly at Taku, his eyes fixated on only him.

 

The woman throws a kick to Taku's midsection, then stomps on her attacker's foot, releasing his grip on the crowbar, and she stumbles briefly before making a run for it. Taku quickly hops back onto his motorbike, "Wait!" He screams to the woman. "Taku! Watch out!" One of his cronies cries out, and in the blink of an eye later, Taku is blinded by the headlights of an eighteen wheeler. The woman dives aside, landing on her stomach, as Taku's bike crashes against the grill of the truck, and Taku is sucked under the wheels; almost exploding underneath them. "This... this proves it!" Light gulps down hard as two beads of sweat fall from his head. "The Death Note... is real!"

 

 

Ryuk sets down on a few smooth rocks underneath a crimson sky, and he looks over the edge of the rocks to whatever rests below. "About time I got going then." He mutters tiredly, before letting his crow-like feet slip from the rocks and dropping down into the nothingness that lies below.

Edited June 24, 2007 by TonyZimmzy

[Sinful]

Nice work, dude... But I didn't get one thing: did you just turn the manga/anime into a novel or wrote it based on the original piece?

 

Good work nevertheless.

[TonyZimmzy]

I'm hoping somebody gives me some critisicm soon, cos I've never written like this before, so I'd like to know if I'm doing things wrong/right, if it's a good story thus far, etc. Next chapter will be posted on Saturday or Sunday I hope. I'm following each chapter as half of the anime episodes. So all of this is 10 minutes of footage on the show. Also, if you click the chapter titles, you can view a screenshot of the episode! Wow!

 

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Rule 1: The human whose name is written in this note shall die.

 

Rebirth (2)

 

"Welcome home. You're home early, Light." Greeted the moment he stepped into his house by his mother, as if she had been waiting in the passageway the entire day. She extends her hands towards Light for a moment, before Light realizes what she's waiting for. "Oh, the results from the national practice exam." He says whilst taking his backpack off from over his left shoulder. "Hurry up!" She exclaims, enthusiasticly. He takes out a few neatly arranged pieces of paper and hands them to his mother, "Here." He says. "Oh! You placed first again!" She says jubilantly as she eyes over the exam paper. "Good work, Light."

 

"I'll be studying, so don't bother me." He says, lacking emotion towards her as he carries himself up the staircase. "Oh, Light, is there anything you'd like? Anything atall?" He hears from his mother as he pushes his oak door open and enters into his bedroom. He replies, "Nothing really, Mom." Closing his door, aswell as his eyes. "I already have what I want." He says in thought; a distinctive and darker voice from that which he was talking to his mother with.

 

He locks the door. He turns on his desk lamp. He opens his desk draw, taking out the Death Note and opening it up, revealing hundreds of names written down, each without a cause of death. Light lets out a dark and almost demonic-like laugh as he looks over all the names in the notebook. The rain outside becoming heavier and heavier, crashing into his closed windows as he continues laughing.

 

"You seem to like it."

 

Light jumps back and turns around as he hears a deep, raspy voice spit the words out. A single bolt of lightning strikes, as Light stares across his room at Ryuk. Light screams and falls backwards, tripping over his chair and landing on the floor, banging his head against the wall.

 

"Why're you so suprised to see me?" Ryuk jokingly questions. "I'm Ryuk, the Death God who dropped that notebook." He adds; a more serious tone coating his deep voice, towering over Light. "It's pretty obvious you know it isn't just any old notebook, right?" He states with sarcasm playing through his words. Light's face is tense, eyes trembling; sweat pouring down the back of his neck. Feeling his blood pumping and heart pulsing, he tries to calmly stand up.

 

"A "Death God?"" He questions, not staring at Ryuk who casts a shadow over him, but rather at the floor. "I'm not suprised to see you, Ryuk." He states, almost too calmly as he grips ahold of his chair and pulls himself to a standing position.

 

"In fact, I've been waiting for you, Ryuk." A smile etches across his face, suprising the intimidating Death God. "Oh?"

 

"Not that I doubted this was a Death God's notebook, but, as I experiment and see things with my own eyes, I can act with greater certainty." His voice and body now unstained with fear; cleansed in self-confidence, still smiling as he talks, now looking up at Ryuk.

 

"I see." Ryuk says, almost boringly. "You suprise me." He adds, still the same tone of voice. "I've heard of Death Notes getting down to the human World a few times before, but no one's ever done this much in just five days." He exclaims. His sharp, strong red eyes looking down at name after name after name in the Death Note. "Most people would be too scared and wouldn't be able to write this much."

 

"I'm prepared, Ryuk." Light states in a calm manner, sitting down on the chair he tripped over moments ago. "I used the Death God's notebook, fully comprehending its purpose, and now a Death God is here." Ryuk watches on as Light continues, "What happens to me now?" He politely questions Ryuk. "Will you take my soul?"

 

Ryuk looks on, puzzled, "What do ya' mean? Is this some fantasy you humans come up with?" Ryuk says with a hint of laughter in his tone, hard to seperate emotions from his deep, evil voice, but Light picks up on it. He looks up at Ryuk and lets him finish off. "I'm not going to do anything to you." A silent but shocked gasp escapes Light's mouth as he widens his eyes, still slightly unsure if this creature is sincere. "The moment a Death Note lands in the human World, it belongs to the human World," Ryuk bellows. "Meaning that," pointing at the Death Note, his stone cold eyes still locked on Light, "is yours now."

 

"Mine?" Light excitedly asks.

 

"If you don't want it, give it to another human," Ryuk bluntly exclaims, offering Light a single chance to be rid of the Death Note without consequence. "When you do, I'll erase your memory concerning the Death Note." He adds calmly, his sharp and jagged teeth of different shapes and sizes pressed together forming an evil grin as he awaits an answer.

 

"So, there really is no price to pay for using the Death Note!?" Light screams back at Ryuk.

 

"Well, not exactly." Ryuk laughs as he speaks. "There is the terror and torment that only humans who've used the Death Note will experience." He adds; Light looking on in shock as half of Ryuk's body shines in darkness from the night sky through his window. "Plus, when you die, I will write your name in my Death Note." Light's eyes shift south to Ryuk's midsection, where a chain of tiny skulls holds Ryuk's Death Note, pressed firmly against his leather-like skin. "And don't think that any human who's used the Death Note can go to Heaven or Hell."

 

A chill is sent down Light's spine as another bolt of lightning hits outside. "That's all," Ryuk exclaims as he begins laughing, looking on at Light's stunned and paralyzed face.

 

"You'll find out about that after you die." Ryuk excitingly whispers, making sure Light can hear every word in the process.

 

"Light?"

 

Light's heart jumps through his chest when he hears his mother's voice outside of his door, followed by two knocks. "It's okay. Go ahead, answer it," Ryuk calmly tells Light, who turns his attention back to him.

 

Light quickly tucks the Death Note under his bed and swallows hard before getting up and walking to his door; feeling as if he's walking through quicksand as he grabs the lock and turns it, followed by the doorknob.

 

"What?" Light questions his mother as the lamp from the hallway casts rays of light into Light's room. "I brought you some apples," she says, holding a wooden bowl over-flowing with apples. "Why's it so dark in here?" She presses on her toes and leans to the right, peering over Light's shoulder. "You'll hurt your eyes." She continues talking, now looking directly into the room.

 

"What's happening?" Light questions to himself. "Can't she see him?" Looking at Ryuk, ignoring his mother's words. He takes the apples after his mother is finished and closes the door once more. "That was my notebook." Ryuk exclaims as Light turns around. "Since you've used it, you are the only one who can see me." Ryuk pinches a bright red apple in his rusted claw-like pointy fingers, gripping it firmly. "Nobody else can hear me either, of course," he adds as he eyes over the apple, holding it a few inches from his mouth. "The Death Note is the bond between Light, the human, and Ryuk, the Death God," he plain and simply puts for Light to understand the situation before biting into the apple.

 

"Yum." Ryuk says, swallowing a piece of the apple down. "I have one more question," Light sighs, "why did you choose me?"

 

He watches on as Ryuk chomps down on apple after apple from the bowl. "Are you listening to me?"

 

"The apples in the human World are amazing!" He says as he finishes off the entire bowl, now looking directly over towards Light by the door. "They're... juicy!"

 

"Answer my question!" Light demands of Ryuk, not fearing him atall. Ryuk lets out a cocky laugh, "I didn't 'choose you.' All I did was drop the notebook, that's all." He smirks at Light, showing off each one of his jagged yellow teeth in the process. "You thought I chose you? Why? Because you're so smart or something?" Ryuk begins laughing once more. "Don't flatter yourself."

 

Light walks slightly further into the room, disgruntled by Ryuk's comments towards him. "It just happened to land somewhere around here," Ryuk adds. "you just happened to pick it up. That's why I wrote the explanation in English: it's the most popular language in your world."

 

"Then why did you drop it?!" Light, now enraged, screams at Ryuk, looking eye to eye with him just a few feet away. "Don't try to tell me it was an accident, after you went and wrote all those instructions."

 

Ryuk looks on at a now calm Light for a moment.

 

"Why did I drop it?" He breathes heavily and leans in towards Light. "Because I was bored." He says in a menacing tone, his words gripping ahold of Light and forcing his expression to change once more to shock.

 

"Bored?" He questions Ryuk, scared and hesitantly.

 

"Death Gods don't have much to do these days," Ryuk mutters, his eyes looking heavy as he thinks back to the state of his world. "All we do is sleep and gamble. If they see you scribbling humans' names into your Death Note, they say "What're you working so hard for?" And laugh at you. Even if you write a Death God's name in a Death Note, they won't die."

 

Light looks on, sucking up each and every word from Ryuk's mouth like a sponge to spilt water.

 

"Sitting in the Death Gods' world and killing people in the human world is no fun atall. The way I figure it, it's more fun to be here." Ryuk extends his thin boney arm and picks up the Death Note from under Light's bed and begins flicking through, looking at the names. "Gotta say, you really wrote alotta names in here." He says with a grin on his face. He looks up at Light, puzzled, "But you only specified the cause of death for the guy who got hit by a truck. How come?" He questions Light.

 

Light's brown eyes smear confidence over his face as he answers back: "If you don't specify a cause of death, they all die from a heart attack." He says, almost smug-like. "That's the best thing about the Death Note. I've already condemned the most vicious criminals." He lets his left hand drop into his trouser pockets as he brushes his fringe from his eyes with his right. "So now, the level of atrocity is dropping." He states in a serious manor, staring into Ryuk's cold, dead eyes.

 

"Yeah, so?" Ryuk's bored tone sparks an arrogant smile from Light's face.

 

"Even the biggest idiot will notice that somebody is bumping off the bad guys. Soon, the entire World will know I'm here..." The chilling words filling the room full of tension, just ready to be cut with a knife. "That somebody is passing righteous judgement on them!" He yells, catching Ryuk's attention, his red eyes almost the only light filling the dark room. "But what do you plan to accomplish by passing your 'righeous judgement?' What's the point in doing that?"

 

Light turns his attention away from Ryuk and outside the window, where rain makes the view distorted. "Because I was... also bored." Light calmly states. He turns his attention back to Ryuk, only seeing a brief piece of his ghoulish face as he speaks. "Of course, I didn't believe it at first. But that notebook has a power... that makes any human want to try using it, atleast once." Slowly moving towards Ryuk with each and every step he takes, and resting his right hand against the Death Note, gripping the tip of it. "The night I killed those two people, I was at my worst and my best," Light thinks back.

 

 

"I've killed them! I've killed two people!" Light stumbles through an alleyway in the pouring rain, his coat completly drenched and tensing ahold of his bag. "I... I..." Even the voice inside of his mind is choked up by fear as he collapses into a wall, water streaming down his hair and into his eyes. "What right do I have to judge people?" Breathing heavily; feeling sick. "No, this is exactly what I've been thinking all along." He swallows the vomit in the back of his throat and pushes the hair from his forehead.

 

"This world is rotten!"

 

Rain drenching his view of what's infront of him. "We'd be better off if the rotten people died." He tenses his eyes shut and cleans the remaining water out and runs out of the alleyway. "Somebody... somebody has to do it! Even if it means sacrificing one's own life or soul!" He watches the people around him, going about their daily lives; moving foward. He stands still. "Things can't go on like this!"

 

 

Light continues thinking back, now sat in his classroom, the next day. "Even if someone else were to pick up this notebook, there's nobody else in this World capable of eliminating all the Evil people." He watches the crimson and grey clouds moving rapidly outside of the window. "But I... I can!" He tenses his grip on his pen, now looking down at his textbook. "I'm the only one who could do it!" He looks infront of him, a smile over his face, "I'll do it. I'll use the notebook... to change the World!" Rays of sunshine beam down upon Light through the large glass window as he closes his eyes and tilts his head backwards, absorbing it all.

 

 

Light takes the Death Note from Ryuk's grip and looks at it and smiles. "I started by writing the names of all the worst felons. Think of it as the World's spring cleaning." He exclaims, now looking up at Ryuk. "Eventually, nobody will be able to do anything bad. And, while people who obviously deserve to be punished are dying of heart attacks, little by little they'll disappear, dying of illness or in accidents." He boldly states, walking over to the window, Death Note in hand and looking out at the rain dying down, seeing the sunshine behind some dark clouds. "Then, surely, the World will become a better place. Then I can build a World inhabited only by those people I decide are good."

 

Ryuk scratches the back of his neck as he tilts his head, challengingly looking at Light. "You do something like that, and the only one left with a bad personality will be you."

 

"What are you talking about, Ryuk?" Light laughs. "I'm a serious, straight-A student, possibly the best in Japan," closing his eyes and grinning, "and I..." he holds up the Death Note, opening his eyes and looking at it briefly, then back at Ryuk, "will reign over a new World as a God!" He exclaims, as the sky becomes darker once more; the sunshine vanishing under mile after mile of endless clouds.

 

Ryuk leans back, almost speechless, and a smile overcomes his face. "I was right; you humans are fun." His voice trembles in excitement.

 

Light turns his attention back to the window, looking out and over the dark city with a smile on his face.

Edited June 29, 2007 by TonyZimmzy

[Eminence]

I may read it, I'm glad that you've decided to write something in narrative form.

 

However, I'm a little discouraged for a couple of reasons. One is simply because I'm not a big fan of the whole anime genre in general. But, moreso for the fact that you've said this:

 

 

I've decided to base this story very tightly on the Anime, almost exactly word-for-word.

 

I mean ... it discourages me to think you're not writing a story, so much as typing what you see in the show up into words. Still, as I've said, I may read it when I get a chance to take a look at the actual structure of the writing.

 

At a glance, it looks good.

[Mokiesmoky]

Is this the anime ? Or something..I heard some Death Note show that my friends watch.

 

Cool

[Eminence]

Is this the anime ? Or something..I heard some Death Note show that my friends watch.

 

Cool

Did you just go straight for the add reply button?

 

 

Death Note is a Manga/Anime/Movie(s). I've decided to base this story very tightly on the Anime, almost exactly word-for-word. The same plot, the same characters, and the same design. If you've watched/read Death Note, then you'll either like reading this or dislike reading it, because it's almost exactly the same.

[TonyZimmzy]

I'm keeping some of the dialogue the same, aswell as some of the things in the program, as this is my first narrative story, I need to learn how to write properly, so this really helps. When I started writing around September of last year, I sucked. So, this is my next step up. I hope you do read it, as I feel if I can write out just how amazing the story is, many people would be left eagerly entertained and left in suspense when the fued between the master detective and the murderer kicks off; the murderer needs the detective's name and face to kill him, and the detective needs to figure out how and who is killing all the criminals in the world. It spans for a long time.

 

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Rule 2: This note will not take effect unless the writer has the person's face in their mind when writing his/her name. Therefore, people sharing the same name will not be affected.

 

 

Confrontation (1)

 

"Yagami-kun?"

 

Light looks up from writing in his text-book, sitting perched infront of his school desk, as his teacher stands over him. "Please translate this sentance into Japanese," he says as he hands Light a thick grey book, his finger firmly pressed against the words he wants read aloud by the best, yet laziest student in his class. Every schoolkid stops gossiping and chatting and looks at him.

 

"Okay," he states bluntly, ignoring the stares and standing to his feet. "He, who had finally realized his dream, was flooded with joy at his dream-like love affair, and his resulting bliss." He pulls his chair in closer and sits back down, as the teacher snatches the book from his hands and closes it, slightly angered at Light, and walking back to the front of the class, as Light looks to his right to see girls staring at him, then looking away as he notices them. He sighs.

 

"As expected of Yagami-kun," the teacher says in a drone-like voice of unhappiness, that a student is above his level in translation between English and Japanese.

 

Ryuk peers his head from up and underneath Light's desk, looking around at the schoolkids as the teacher continues to speak before the bell tolls; end of another schoolday.

 

"Finally over," Ryuk says as he yawns and stretches, tilting his head up to the ceiling but looking down at Light as schoolkids pass them. Light gets up from his desk and packs his books away, not acknowledging Ryuk's desperate plea for attention. "School's freakin' boring!" The Shinigami states, cracking his neck and back. Light begins walking away as Ryuk hovers behind him, following close knit.

 

"Hey, Light! Light! Light, you listenin'? Hey!" He gently pushes his wings up and down and flies around to Light's front as they exit the school. "Don't talk to me," Light coldly tells Ryuk, looking at him briefly before putting his head down once more. "Unlike you, Ryuk, other people can hear my voice."

 

"Hmph, boring." Ryuk tilts his head to the side and looks over at a group of schoolgirls as he sifts back behind Light.

 

"Hey, Light!" A schoolboy with short blonde hair calls out, waving his hand franticly with a grin plastered on his face.

 

"Sorry, not today, busy," Light bluntly puts it to his schoolfriend, continuing to walk on.

 

"You ain't busy," Ryuk's words causing Light to look back, a playful smirk across his face. "Aren't you just goin' straight home like always?" The Death God questions Light.

 

"You know I'm busy. Busy doing something very important, Ryuk," calmly spoken, quietly, as they exit the school.

 

 

"Yamada is suspected of using a knife, approximately twelve centimetres long, to stab a young employee in the lower abdomen last night." Light watches the flickering television set in his room with the curtains closed and only one thing infront of him: the notebook. He picks up a pen and opens it up and begins writing, as Ryuk looks on, laying on Light's bed eating a shiny red apple, making obnoxious noises as he chews with his mouth open.

 

"Hey!" He bellows towards Light, still mouth full of the juicy red fruit. "Hey, Light!" Sitting up and swallowing the rest of the apple.

 

"What?" Light says, almost annoyed.

 

"You're sure workin' hard," Ryuk says, almost provoking Light to come back with a witty remark as he extends his long arm and grabs a second apple from Light's desk.

 

"I can't afford to waste time," he says, still writing and not giving Ryuk a glance of attention. "I can only write names in the notebook for a limited time each day." He looks up at the clock on the wall, just under half past six in the evening.

 

The doorknob begins to crank up and down, as Ryuk looks over at it, smiling.

 

"Huh? Onii-chan, why is your door locked?" A much younger female voice on the other side of the door than his mother this time.

 

"Sayu?" Light turns his attention to the locked door, putting his pen down. "What do you want?"

 

"Can you help me with my homework?" She asks, still on the other side of Light's door.

 

"Yeah, sure," Light answers back. He drops the notebook into his open desk draw and closes it as he stands up and takes long strides to his door, unlocking and opening it into a hallway of darkness, where a young girl stands, clenching a text-book.

 

"It's math... quadratic equations." She holds the text-book up to Light and walks past him into his room. "Sorry to bug you while you're studying," she says sincerly, realizing her brother is not long from his exams, needing studying time. Ryuk looks on at her as she paces around Light's room.

 

"Yeah, yeah," Light yawns as he and she both take a seat at his desk, Ryuk snickering on the bed. "Be careful, Light," he says in an awful impression of sounding like someone who is trying to be serious and show affection. "If anyone touches the notebook in that draw, they'll be able to see me," playfully provoking Light once more.

 

Light looks over at Ryuk, anger filling his eyes. "Something that important, why didn't he mention it until now?" He thinks to himself. "Damn Death God."

 

"What's wrong, Onii-chan?" Light turns back around facing his ever so cute younger sister, with a puzzled expression on her face, still clinging to her text-book.

 

"Nothing," he nervously laughs, taking the text-book and putting it on the table as Sayu opens it up. "What don't you understand?" He asks, looking back at her, as Ryuk continues to snicker on the bed.

 

 

"Fifty-two people this week, just that we know about. All heart attacks." A smartly dressed man stands infront of a podium and microphone, looking on to around six dozen other sharply dressed men in a big dark hall, with a gigantic television screen the size of a wall behind him. "All were criminals who were nearly, or were caught by the police. There are also criminals whose deaths have not been confirmed," the old man states, looking at the room of people, all sat infront of desks with notes and pens. Another man in the mass of the dozens begins to speak, each person with a microphone on their desk.

 

"So then, a conservative estimate would be well over one-hundred people?" He questions back with a grim look on his face, as everybody begins talking amongst themselves, each man in the room shocked.

 

"They've started already, Chief," a whisper from a well-dressed young man in a dark blue suit with long black hair as another well-dressed elder man in a brown suit and slick-back brown hair and glasses sits down next to him. "Yeah, I had a call from headquarters," he states, looking back at the young man.

 

"But these were all criminals that were going to be executed eventually, anyhow," the unamused and almost bored-like voice of another man in the audience echoes through the room, as the two men look over at him.

 

"Idiot!" The man at the podium infront of the room screams as he slams his fist into it. "Even if they're felons or prisoners on death row, if you kill them, it's murder!" He yells out, as another man extends his arms and shrugs his shoulders.

 

"We haven't determined that they've been murdered." He says, a smile on his face, shaking his head back and forth.

 

"There's no way that over one-hundred criminals all died of heart attacks can be called a coincidence!" The man at the podium screams, his slick back sandy blonde hair now coming un-glued as sweat pours down his head.

 

"But how could someone kill such a wide range of criminals, practically all at the same time?" The same man questions back, not taking this as serious as some men in the room.

 

"Then the FBI or CIA must be involved, somehow," a cocky man also with slick back hair says, folding his arms across his chest.

 

"I dare you to say that again!" The man at the podium screams back at the man, losing his patience.

 

"Stop!" A balding man yells out, "First, we have to decide whether these were murders or just coincidence." He tries to calmly state to the entire room.

 

"But, according to the autopsy reports, they all died of "Cardiac Arrest: Cause Unknown," right?" The same cocky man questions back.

 

"A cause of death like "cardiac arrest" leaves us without any clues," another man states, his hands pressed against his chin, with his elbows on the desk.

 

"It'd be different if they had been stabbed or something!" Another man screams out, as the room gets louder and louder with police officials talking to each other.

 

The man at the podium speaks once more. "In cases like this, the only thing we can do is ask L." His words cause the room to befall in complete and utter silence.

 

The man with the long black hair and dark blue suit leans in to his Chief, and whispers, "Chief... what do they mean, "L"?"

 

"That's right. This is your first time here isn't it, Matsuda?" The Chief of police questions back to the young man. "Nobody knows L's name, whereabouts, or even what his face looks like. But, no matter how difficult the case, he'll definatly solve it." He says positivly, looking back into Matsuda's eyes, as Matsuda smiles. "He's solved countless unsolved cases worldwide. He's the secret of our trade; our trump card."

 

"But, doesn't L only accept cases that interest him?" A man in the many suits around him questions to the man infront of the podium. "Plus, we have no way of contacting him!"

 

"L is already moving." The man states to the stunned police officers, as footsteps echo from the curtain behind the stage; police officers nervous and awaiting. A man in a black trenchcoat and black hat, covering the majority of his face, and carrying a briefcase steps out and onto stage, standing at the now empty podium case.

 

"L has already begun investigating this case." An old, raspy voice says from underneath the hat into the microphone for the officers in the large room to hear.

 

"Oh, Watari!" The Chief exclaims, looking on, stunned, as Matsuda looks at him.

 

"Watari?" He looks at the Chief, then back at the man behind the podium.

 

"He's the sole person capable of contacting L," the Chief states, both of them looking down at the man. "Though, Watari's identity remains a secret aswell."

 

"Silence please," Watari asks of the police officers. "L will now speak." Everyone in the room's attention caught by those words, as he opens up the briefcase, revealing a laptop inside. He opens it up, and a black tribal-like 'L' is pictured on a white screen. No video can be seen, as the tribal 'L' logo is now pictured on the large television screen on the wall.

 

"Everyone at the ICPO," a distorted voice is heard throughout the entire room; disguised by a program or machine on his end of the computer. "I am L. This case is of unprecedented scope and difficulty," the distorted voice of L continues speaking to the room filled with ICPO members. "It is an atrocious crime of mass homicide that must be stopped. To solve this case, I would like to confirm the total cooperation of the ICPO at this meeting -- No, of all the investigative agencies in the world."

 

Each ICPO member looks on at the white screen, some looking now bored, and others gripped with excitement.

 

"I especially request the cooperation of the Japanese police department," L firmly states.

 

Both the Chief and Matsuda raise to their feet quickly. "Why Japan?" The Chief asks, a brief moment of silence passing before L answers.

 

"Whether the culprit is a group of people or only one, the likelihood that he is Japanese is extremely high. If not Japanese, then at least hiding in Japan."

 

"What grounds do you have for this conclusion?" The Chief questions back, not letting this phase him, like it's doing to a speechless Matsuda.

 

"Why Japan?" L rhetorically questions back to the Chief of the Japanese police department, "I believe I can soon show you in a direct confrontation with the culprit," boldly stating to a now completly stunned room; everyone speechless.

 

"...A direct confrontation?" The Chief asks back, squinting his eyes, trying to make sense of the words.

 

"At any rate, I would like to locate the headquarters for the manhunt in Japan."

 

 

"See? Easy." Light sits back in his chair in his room, his eyes closed and a smirk across his face; the light on dim, casting a thin shadow stretching over to Ryuk, who sits on the edge of his bed.

 

"Putting it in the draw, does that count as hiding it?" Ryuk snidely asks Light, a single eyebrow raised. "You left it unlocked," he looks at the draw, the keys still in the lock.

 

"It's fine," Light calmly states, running his fingers through his silk-like long brown hair before continuing. "It's actually best to leave the keys someplace where they stand out." He extends his left arm and slides the draw open as Ryuk peers over inside.

 

"It's just a normal diary," Ryuk boringly states, looking at a brown book inside before looking up at Light.

 

Light laughs and turns his attention to a confused Ryuk. "Most people would probaly read the diary, and accept that it's the only thing hidden in the draw. But, the real key..." Light sits foward, taking a biro pen from the metalic pot on his desk filled with different pens and pencils. "The real key, is this." He holds the pen up, as Ryuk scratches the back of his neck, still confused. Light begins to twist the head, "I use the cartridge," he says as he pulls the plastic full-ink cartridge from the outer shell of the pen.

 

"That's the key?" Ryuk asks, sounding un-amused, like usual.

 

Light bends down and pokes his head under the bottom of the open draw, talking to Ryuk as he pushes the tip of the cartridge around on the bottom. "There's a tiny hole that can't be seen unless you're looking carefully." He takes the diary out of the draw with his free hand and puts it on the desk, pushing the cartridge into the tiny hole underneath the draw's bottom, pushing the bottom of the draw up.

 

"I get it," Ryuk scoffs. "A false bottom. I've heard that for other humans with Death Notes, hiding them was their biggest headache. You know Light, I think you're the first one to go this far." Ryuk stands to his feet, as Light rests his hand on his cheek, pressing his elbow into the desk for support as he can't help but smile.

Edited July 1, 2007 by TonyZimmzy

[TonyZimmzy]

 

Rule 3: If the cause of death is written within 40 seconds of writing the person's name, it will happen. If the cause of death is not specified, the person will simply die of a heart attack.

 

 

Confrontation (2)

 

 

"Last night, Kurotsukayama Naoki, age 32, died suddenly from a heart attack inside the West Tokyo Correctional Facility," the smartly dressed anchorman reads aloud from the paper on his desk infront of him, broadcasted on a television over-looking the town square for everyone to see and hear in their daily outings. "He was serving time for armed robbery," he continues, as men and women crowd round the always populated street below. "In the wake of an unprecedented series of deaths by heart attack among inmates..." he goes on, as people begin walking away, talking to each other.

 

"It's amazing isn't it!? All the bad guys, dying!" A young excentric man exclaims whilst crossing the road, looking at the man beside himself.

 

The man nervously smiles and replies back, "It's a little scary, but somewhat refreshing. Think the police are doing it?"

 

"Come on, they don't have that kind of power," the young man laughs as they continue on their route, both of them looking at everyone talking about the same thing they are, as he stops his laughter and continues. "It's Kira."

 

A young woman walks by both men with her cellphone out, looking down at the screen and writing a text message: "Kill everyone, Kira!" she types as she presses the send button.

 

 

"Take a look, Ryuk," Light says, smeering a smile over his face as he sits infront of his computer. "Websites like this have already started springing up." Light scrolls up and down the website; a page dedicated to 'Kira'.

 

"The Legend of Kira the Savior," Ryuk reads aloud from the website's homepage. "They talkin' about you?"

 

"Yeah," Light confidently states as he continues looking around on the website. "It obviously comes from the word 'killer', as I've become known world-wide," boasting his smile into the reflection of the computer monitor for Ryuk to see. "People all over the world can already feel that someone, somewhere is passing righteous judgment on them." Light smirks, almost innocent-like as his eyes continue reading every piece of information on the site dedicated to Kira. "This is what most humans are like, Ryuk," Light swivels back onto his chair and throws his right arm over the back, keeping his left hand on the keyboard, "For instance, in homeroom at school, there's no way an argument over whether or not it's okay to kill criminals would come up. But, if it were to come up, everyone would insist we couldn't do that." Light loosens up his dark red schooltie and leans further back on his chair. "They'll pretend to be good kids. Of course, that answer would be politically correct. In public, people need to maintain that kind of facade. But the truth is here," Light once again smiles as life returns to his voice, looking back at the computer screen, as does Ryuk. "Maybe people are too afraid to accept me publicly. But, on the Internet, where writers are anonymous, 'Kira' is everywhere."

 

Ryuk chuckles as he sits down onto Light's bed, as Light leans foward in the chair and rests his elbows on his knees, eyeing over more praise to Kira on the screen.

 

"Nobody will say it, but everyone already knows: someone is killing the bad guys. And the 'innocent' people of the world are putting it all on here. "Good luck, Kira!"" He reads aloud from a message on the website as he smiles and dawns the weight of his already big-head in the direction of Ryuk, looking at him. "Criminals are petrified that the hand of God will reach them," he recalls back to earlier on, as he walked home from school, seeing a dark figure in an alleyway, crying, hiding. "It feels good, Ryuk," he states, turning his attention back to the computer once more. "Things are going exactly according to plan."

 

The television next to Light's computer, which he was ignoring, flickers for a moment, and an anchorman appears on-screen inside of a news studio, with people franticly running around in the background of the broadcast.

 

"We apologize for interrupting our normal programming," he shuffles some papers around in his hands, as he looks back up to the camera. "A live international broadcast from the ICPO, Interpol, will now begin."

 

"Huh? What's that?" Ryuk's voice sends shockwaves through a stunned Light's ears, as he sits up.

 

"Interpol!?" He states, shuffling his feet along the floorboard, moving his chair closing to the television.

 

The screen flashes white for only a moment, and the camera returns with a smartly dressed man in a navy blue suit and long, slick-backed jet-black hair appears on-screen, sitting at a desk infront of the ICPO logo on the wall behind him, and a sign infront of him on the desk, reading 'Lind L. Taylor'. He straightens his tye, and begins to speak.

 

"I am the one person who controls the entire world's police force. Lind L. Taylor; alias, L."

 

Ryuk smirks as Light lets out a shocked gasp, leaving his mouth wide open, looking into Lind's eyes. "Who's this guy!?" Light can barely spit out his name, as Ryuk laughs.

 

 

The Chief of the police force, along with young Matsuda watch on, along with the other members of the police force.

 

"It's finally started," the Chief says to Matsuda.

 

"But he's never shown his face before, right?" Matsuda quizzes his Chief. "Why now?"

 

"It means L's serious."

 

Matsuda smiles with enthusiasm, as the Chief maintains a firm, serious look. "Well, L, we're doing ask you told us. Will you prove what you said at the ICPO meeting?"

 

"To the murderer who's targeting criminal after criminal: this is unforgivable; the worst crime in history." The camera slowly zooms in on L's face. "Consequently, I will catch the ringleader of these crimes, referred to vulgarly as 'Kira'..."

 

Ryuk's eyes, almost popping out of his head in excitment looks down at Light: "He says he'll definatly catch you."

 

Light's stance and attitude quickly change, and he smirks: "Idiot. Of course he's not gonna catch me." Light grabs the notebook and holds it up, pointing it to the television screen; "It's a Death Note!" He laughs, mocking L. "If you can't get ahold if this notebook, there's no evidence! It's completly impossible to catch me. I knew things like this would occur in my plan eventually," he leans back into his chair, letting it absorb him as he relaxes the muscles in his body, continuing to watch L's speech on the television screen.

 

"Kira, I can imagine what you must be thinking, to do something like this. But, what you are doing... is evil!"

 

The smirk is wiped from Light's face the moment L's mouth mutters that final word. His eyes on fire, speaking the anger that words cannot. "I'm... 'evil', you say?" speaking through his gritted teeth, his hands shaking from anger.

 

L smirks on the television screen, as Light's eyes widen.

 

"I am justice!" Light screams at the image of L on the television screen. "The person who saves the weak who cower in fear of evil!" standing to his feet, and clenching his fists shut. "I'm the person who will become the God of a new world that is everyone's ideal! Those who oppose that god... those people are evil!" Light slams the Death Note into the desk and flips it open, grabbing the pen from his desk and pressing it against the page of the notebook, looking up at the television screen.

 

"Too easy, L. If you'd been just a little more clever, I could've had a little fun."

 

"Lind L. Taylor"

 

Etched in chicken-scratch writing across half the entire empty page of the notebook, as he leans over the book, smiles, and turns his attention back to the television. "What happens to those who oppose me? The whole world is watching, L." Light looks at his watch. "Five more seconds."

 

Tick.

 

"Four."

 

Tock.

 

"Three."

 

Tick

 

"Two."

 

Tock.

 

"One."

 

L's eyes dilute as he throws his body backwards into his chair, and grabs his chest; the veins on his hands looking like they're ready to burst, as he lets out a single scream, and drops face first into the desk, as Light laughs, looking at the body of L, just alive moments ago.

 

"What's wrong!?" he sarcasticly screams at the television, "Just try to say something!" Light continues laughing, as the screen cuts off. The same tribal 'L' from the ICPO meeting appears on-screen, as Light's laughing is quickly cut short.

 

"I don't believe it," the muffled and distorted voice coming from the television sighs, "I thought it might be, so I tested it, but... Kira, you can kill people without ever laying a finger on them?"

 

Light can't help but stand like a statue, staring and taking all of this in, as the voice continues.

 

"I couldn't believe it until I saw it with my own eyes. Listen carefully, Kira: if you really are responsible for the death of Lind L. Taylor on television just now, know that he was actually a man who was scheduled to be executed at this time today. He was not me."

 

Light's eyes widen further: "What?" a million questions running through his mind, but all of them coming down to that one.

 

"You've been had," Ryuk can't help but laugh.

 

"But I, L, definatly exist. Well then, try killing me. Well, what's wrong? Hurry up and try it. Hurry up and try to kill me! Kill me, kill me!"

 

The members of the police force can't help but be stunned as they watch on, along with the rest of the world.

 

"It's Kira vs. L!" a man screams on the street, watching the broadcast on the same large television in the town square as earlier.

 

"What's wrong? Can't kill me?" L calmly questions Light, 'Kira'. The only thing Light can do is watch on in horror, as a bead of sweat runs down the side of his face. "It would seem that for some reason, he can't kill me. So then, there are people who can't be killed. Thanks for the hint. In exchange, I'll tell you this: I had them announce this was being broadcast worldwide, but infact, it was only broadcast in Kantou, Japan. I was planning on going region by region, showing this at different times, but there is no longer any need for that, is there? You are currently in Kantou."

 

Ryuk once more laughs down apon Light: "This L guy's pretty sharp!"

 

 

Matsuda smiles, still looking at the television screen: "I knew it. L's really this good afterall."

 

The Chief nods his head, still keeping a firm, straight face. "He's proved the existance of Kira, that the deaths were murders, and that Kira is in Japan.

 

"Kira, I am very interested in finding out your ways and means as to why you're commiting these murders. But I'll know that once I catch you. Until we meet again, Kira."

 

The screen becomes static, as Light stands perfectly still, hovering over the television with Ryuk beside him. "Send me... to my execution, you say?" Light brushes the hair from his eyes with his shaken hand, "Interesting... you're on," he smirks.

 

Ryuk looks down at Light with a smile etched across his face from ear to ear. "You're both trying to find someone who you know nothing about... not even their name or face. Whoever gets found first will die... I knew it, you humans are amusing!"

[Gaja 90]

Hello ^^, Tonny Z. looong time no see, well I read almost the whole manga and it really was pleasure reading this.

 

Death Note is one of my favorite Anime shows and I wouldn't compliment anyone on writing it as a narative story. However I like this because you kept the style that both the Anime and Manga share, and that is one huge plus.

 

I'm looking forward to the part when the Yotsuba group get's involved, well after it as Raito/Light get's his memory back... I did quit these boards and I'm not really sure if I'm going to stay but I did want to tell you that so far I rather like this, and i'm sure your improve as chapters pass

 

Peace Gaja ^___^

[TonyZimmzy]

Sorry for leaving it a few weeks, it takes a good hour and a half to write each chapter, and I've been doing things during the days/evenings. I found time to write tonight though, and thanks for the reply, hope you stick with it. And thanks for 2,000 views already, that's huge!

 

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Rule 4: This note shall become the property of the human world, once it touches the ground (arrives in) the human world.

 

 

Dealings (1)

 

 

The sound of mowing traffic is heard, distorting the voice of the Chief of police as he asks the same question as earlier, the day before, and the day before that: "Any new leads?"

 

Just one of many smartly dressed random faces in a boxed brown room stands up from infront of his computer, holding a sheet of paper infront of him. "As of today, we have 3,029 cases of people calling in with information on Kira. Most are just curious spectators, but there are 14 people who called saying "I know Kira," or "I've seen Kira." I documented each call, but I can certainly say, unfortunatly, none are reliable."

 

The Cheif frowns as everyone around him mumbles and groans. He clears his throat, and asks the same question as earlier, the day before, and the day before that: "And the victims?" his voice sounding lifeless; giving up hope already in thinking there may be a day passing without a stack full of deaths.

 

Another man stands to his feet as the first one sits back down. He flips open a book, and looks up and down the page before looking up at the Chief at the front of the room. "I can confirm the toll of deaths today are," pausing for a moment, looking back down at the paper, and then once more up at the Chief with a grim appearance over-shadowing his face. "Sixty-seven." The room lets out sighs and moans at hearing the large toll, as the man continues. "As for L's special request to investigate the estimated times of death," looking behind him to the man in the dark trenchcoat, holding L's laptop, he can't help but feel slightly intimidated. "By Japanese time, weekdays from 4:00pm to 2:00am. Especially between 8:00pm and midnight are when 68% of the murders happened. On Saturdays, Sundays, and holidays, they are dispersed fairly evenly from 11:00am until late at night." The man takes his seat, as the distorted voice of L seeps from the laptop's speakers.

 

"This is extremely interesting information. It's possible, judging from the estimated times of death, that the culprit is a student."

 

The Chief takes special notice in the distorted words spilling from the laptop, letting out a sigh of relief that they may be one step closer to catching the killer. The room now turns to the laptop, as the man in the trenchcoat sets it down on a desk and backs slowly towards the wall, being covered by shadows.

 

"That's not all," the hazy machine pillowing L's true voice echoes out once again; "Since he's only killing criminals...we can deduce that the culprit is acting based on his or her own sense of justice. It's possible Kira may be trying to become something like a God. It's only possibility, though. Please continue the report on the investigation."

 

Lost for words, the Chief stutters slightly before agreeing to L's request. "R-right... Has anyone noticed anything yet?" He looks around to the room, their attention now drawn back to him. Young Matsuda slowly raises his hand, tucking his neck between his shoulders as he blushes. "What is it, Matsuda?" The Chief sternly asks.

 

Matsuda stands to his feet and puts his arm down doing so. "This is no way affirming Kira's actions," he mutters, "but these past few days, worldwide...especially Japan, the number of felonies worse than armed robbery has decreased dramatically." Everyone around him either ignores his words, or frowns upon him.

 

The Chief closes his eyes and toys with his pen between his fingers. "It's to be expected that they'd decrease. Anything else?" Matsuda slowly takes his seat once more. Directing his words to the room, and to L, he finishes up with the same words as earlier, the day before, and the day before that: "That's all for today's report on the investigation."

 

"I have one more request," the distorted voice of L speaks, suprising the Chief and the room filled with police officers. "Squads investigating the victims, media, and the internet, I would like you to take another look into what sort of media coverage the victims got in Japan. What I'd like to know is if there were pictures or footage of the victims' faces. Thank you." The laptop switches off, and everyone begins making their way to the exit of the room in an orderly fashion.

 

 

"You're so good at this!" Light's sister says with joy, as her brother continues to help her with her homework.

 

"Do you really understand it?" Light questions, tapping the pen on the problem in the textbook, as his sister leans over it, smiling. Ryuk stares on, boredly, laying on Light's bed.

 

"Yeah...kinda," she laughs, running her finger over the page. The doorbell rings, and ecstaticly, Sayu jumps up from Light's chair. "Dad's home!" She runs out of the room, as Ryuk's cold eyes follow her movements. She leans over the balcony, looking down at the front door, as her mother answers it.

 

"Welcome home, dear," she greets him, as Sayu smiles on from the balcony. "You're home early, dad!" She yells down. Ryuk sits up from the bed, looking at Light. "You sure seem relaxed, helping your sister with her homework and all."

 

Light, always so cocksure grins, "Yeah, there's one thing that gives me confidence that I can keep at it, even if the police do make a move." Light slowly walks out of his room as his sister begins walking downstairs. Light looks down from the balcony, to his father, the Chief of police. "Welcome home, dad."

 

 

Ryuk stands tall over the Yagami family as they all sit at the dinner table, grinning.

 

"Light, how are your studies coming along?" the Chief, his father asks before putting another fork-load of food into his mouth.

 

"They're okay," Light confidently states before doing the same as his father.

 

"At the top of his class, as usual, my amazing brother!" Sayu can't help but throw praise towards Light, putting a smile on his father's face.

 

"You look a little tired, dad," Light grins and states, knowing full well why.

 

He takes a moment to respond, but does so, with a sour tone in his voice: "Yeah. I can't say anything specific, but the case I'm working on is really difficult."

 

Ryuk watches on, laughing.

 

 

"Your father's a police officer, isn't he?" Ryuk questions to Light, as he sits on the edge of his bed. The room filled with only the light coming from the PC screen, which Light is firmly seated infront of. "Is that why you're so confident, Light?"

 

"That's right," Light playfully laughs, typing on the keyboard. "I can even access my dad's computer from my own, without leaving any traces atall." Light's brown eyes fixated on the screen as he picks up the pace of his typing. "That way, I can easily find out what's going on with the investigation." He opens up a password protected window on the computer, and quickly enters a password, tapping the Enter key, and exposing a folder filled with file icons. He spins to the side on his chair, quickly revealing it to Ryuk. He picks up his mug of coffee and leans back in his chair, directing his words to Ryuk, but facing the computer screen. "The police have already started to suspect that the culprit may be a student."

 

"That's risky, Light," Ryuk chuckles.

 

Light takes solice in his words, sipping from the mug before putting it down next to his mouse. He taps his finger against his lips. "If the cause of death is written within 40 seconds of writing the person's name, it will happen," he quotes the words from the Deathnote aloud, thinking. He bites down on his fingernail. "If the cause of death is not specified, the person will simply die of a heart attack. After writing the cause of death...the details should then be written 6 minutes and 40 seconds afterwards. That was it, right, Ryuk?"

 

Ryuk picks at his fingernails: "Yeah...and?"

 

"So, basicly, if I write "cardiac arrest" as the cause of death, I can follow with the conditions surrounding the death or even the time of death," Light's voice becoming louder, cracking with delight. "I may be able to amuse you a little more, Ryuk," Light grins, running his hand over the cover of the Deathnote.

 

 

Light walks down the street, sunlight beaming into his eyes, and a smile on his face on his way to school. Somewhere in Japan, one criminal inside of a jailcell dies of cardiac arrest.

 

Light tackles a soccerball from a fellow player on his school's pitch in p.e. and shoots it towards the goal, hitting it into the back of the net, as his peers cheer on. Somewhere in Japan, another criminal inside of a jailcell dies of cardiac arrest, as guards begin rushing to his aid.

 

Light sits alone at the lunchroom table, unpacking his lunch from his bag. Somewhere in Japan, another criminal inside of a jailcell dies of cardiac arrest.

 

 

"What!?" The Chief screams to the same room of police officers as yesterday. "Another 23 people all died of heart attacks yesterday!?" He yells to an officer right infront of him. He looks down at the notes on the desk, reading aloud, his voice filled with regret and sorrow: "One by one, each exactly one hour after the last."

 

Two officers chip in: "This pretty much rules out the culprit is a student," one plainly states. "Anyone can miss two days of school," the other one argues back.

 

"No, that's not it." L's distorted voice echoes over the room once more, bringing it to silence. "The possibility that the culprit is a student has decreased. But, that's not what Kira is trying to tell us. Why every hour? And why are the victims only prisoners, whose deaths will soon be noticed? This is what Kira is saying: "I can freely control when people die. But it's strange. No sooner had we come to suspect Kira as a student, murders that contradict that theory occured. A coincidence? No, the timing was flawless. Kira has access to police information."

 

 

"But I don't get it," Ryuk says to Light, hovering behind him on a busy street.

 

"It's simple," Light states to a clueless Ryuk.

 

"But isn't L thinking you've got a link to the police much worse than him thinking you're a student?"

 

"The answer to your question is: I'm doing it to find L and end this." Light calmly insists before crossing a busy street, as Ryuk still seems dazzled. "In human society, there are very few people who truly trust each other. This is true, even for police, because the police and L haven't trusted each other from the get go. Would you trust someone when you don't know their name or face? Now that L knows that information about the investigation has been leaked to me, he has no choice but to find the link between me and the police. Once he begins suspecting the police, it'll only be a matter of time before they get fed up with him. On the surface, they'll be working as a unit. But underneath the skin, L will be working against them, and the police will do the same. The one who seeks out L will not be me. The police will locate L, and I can put an end to this."

[norniron]

Have to say it was a AWESOME CHAPTER

[poikly]

I am sorry gta phil gta for the bump but Tony, you must finish this.

I prefer it to GTA: Old Times.