Light was dead, he knew that much. He was shot at. Later, he died of a heart attack, provided from Ryuk. Ryuk had told him people who use the Death Note wouldn't go to heaven or hell, I guess he was right. How? For the last three hundred eight five days, which was over a year, he was a ghost.
Now, Light never believed in something so trivial. No way ghosts could exist. But shinigami did, which was weird enough. Maybe ghosts could too. No wait, it was true. Obviously Light was, indeed, a ghost. Or spirit. Which ever you prefer.
No one could see him, hear him or feel him. He couldn't move anything and he would just go through any item he tried to touch. No, wait, they could see him, if he lets them them see him, hear him. But he didn't want them to see him , hear him. Not unless...
Trust him this once, it was not fun just floating around for over a year without anything to do.
All he did was think, and search.
Would he find what he needed?
He knew he would. Wither it be today, tomorrow, next year or next century. He would find it.
He had plenty of time to think, including to think about his actions. But he never regretted a thing. He didn't regret killing anyone, Light was happy with his actions. If he got a second chance, he wouldn't do the same. But better.
He still wanted to cleanse the world of impurity. Yet, if he was a ghost, how could he do that? Even after Kira was dead, crime rates were low, but now they were growing.
Growing. Growing. Growing.
Clean. Dirty. Filthy.
Was it as bad as it was before Kira? A bit better? Even worse?
He didn't know, but Light bet that it was worse. Without Kira, without him, the world would be like that. Crime filled, impure, horrible, dirty. Like mud. No, worse then that.
He couldn't let the world go on like this. He made it his mission to wait for another Death Note to fall to this world. He would convince who ever picked the note up to kill, kill criminals. He was Kira, it shouldn't be hard to do.
He would find what he needed. He would have the new owner kill off more criminals.
He already knew his mistakes, he would have the upper hand.
This time, Light would win.
Lucky for him, he would find the newest owner to the Death Note tonight, the time has finally come.
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Near was sprawled on the floor, stacking dice on each other.
It's been over a year sense the death of Kira, Light Yagami. During said year, he had been spending his time solving crimes as a detective, as L once as great and quickly as L did too. Almost. He would also play with his growing toy collection.
But he was worried, or was it paranoia? Yes, it had to be paranoia.
It felt like, Light wasn't dead. Not yet, like he was still out there some were. Waiting for the chance to kill once again. Sometimes Near wondered if he would have a heart attack and die someday, killed by Kira. But Light was dead, there was no way he could die from being killed by the murderer. Even if another Death Note entered the world, the owner wouldn't know his name, Nate River.
Still, something was telling him that the game, war, or what ever it is was not over.
No, far from it it seemed.
But if another Kira was to arise, he would be ready. He would have the upper hand.
Near would win, again.
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Many different young adults stood around the test results. Who got into To-Oh University? Who was the top of the new class? Who was on the bottom? Did they make it in, or did all those nights of studying go to waste?
Masuyo pushed her way through the crowed, bored expression on her face. Her Dull green eyes looked at the list, looking for her name in the mess. There, tenth in her class. That was good, no, many would say excellent. She was sure she would have gotten a lower place, considering she barley tried with the boring test. She also wasn't surprised when she realized that she beat her sister, who attended the college years ago. Kyoko was her elder sister, she attended the same school as Kira did.
Kira, the killer. The public never learned much about the murdering. Except that some boy named Light Yagami was the killer. He lived in Japan, attended To-Oh the same time as her sister, was part of the force that tried to 'catch' Kira. Honestly, Masuyo didn't know wither to look up to L, N, or Light/Kira the most. All of them were smart. She wasn't Pro-Kira but not Anti-Kira. Just...there.
Once finished with gathering many college needed stuff she turned around to leave the school. Classes Didn't start for another week, which was good for her. It was raining out side, she pulled out a simple black umbrella to keep dry.
Drip, drip, splash, drip.
Maybe she was holding the umbrella wrong, her shoulder-length black hair was starting to get wet. Her clothing also had drops if rain on them. Time to hurry home.
Maybe if she focused on getting home she would never find that notebook. Such a shame.
No, not a shame. A disappointment? Depends on how you look at it.
She saw a black notebook under a tree, shielded from the rain.
Abandoned.
At first, Masuyo ran past the notebook, but she started walking backwards when it appeared in the corner of her eye.
How peculiar.
Not wasting any time, she ran over and snatched the book. No one was there to see her do the act. Everyone was inside, hiding from the rain. She began running again, towards the apartment complex she lived in alone. She used to like with Kyoko, but her sister was married and had two kids. There's no way she would be helping her take care of loud babies. No way, no way in hell. She didn't live with her parents, simply because she was an orphan ever sense she could remember. Kyoko remembered their parents, but she didn't. Not like she cared though.
Her apartment was small, a one room, not including the bathroom as a room, one was all that she could afford. Masuyo got money from her sister every month and also had a paying job at a toy store. It was enough just to pay her rent, bills, food and every once in a while, something she wanted. Like a cool puzzle, a cute stuffed animal, come new cloths or shoes, a new pack of cards and other various things she enjoyed.
Her apartment was...messy. Her Japanese futon was left out with messy blankets covering it. Empty bags of Jalapeno flavored potato chips. Her favorite flavor and favorite food. Soda pop cans, empty wrappers and what not. A few stuffed toys were scatter on the floor. Two puzzles on the coffee table, both unfinished and there was a half-complete card tower on a table in the far corner. The bathroom was the only clean area, no reason why it was though.
Oh, the notebook.
She walked over to her bed, taking off her shoes on the way.
Drip, drip, squish, ouch.
She sat down too fast, ended up hurting herself. she opened up the notebook, seeing a set of rules in it. It was all in English, she was lucky that was one of her best subjects.
"The human whose name is written in this note shall die." Her cold, girlish voice filled the area. "Oh really?"
"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." A smile crept on her face, her skin in between pale and tan. "Well thought out, this is pretty interesting." She kept on reading the rules. Quieter, quieter.
"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 6 minutes and 40 seconds." Now it was seeming a bit weird. This probably was a prank or something. But she gave it props. Interesting.
"After writing the cause of death, the details of the death should be written in the next 6 minutes and 40 seconds." She read on, reading each rule aloud, absorbing the note book.
"Even the original owners of the Death Note, gods of death, do not know much about the note." She paused. Even the original owners of the Death Note, gods of death, do not know much about the note. She thought it over, so the rules don't explain the entire note book? It had so many possibility, mystery's that haven't even been discovered yet! Exciting!
She continued to read.
Silence. Gasp. Silence. Flip.
She was about to read the last rule written in that note. "As you see above, the time and conditions of death can be changed, but once the victim's name has been written, the individual's death can never be avoided." It wasn't her voice that said that.
It was deeper, but young. Of a young man. Calm, but dark.
Masuyo turned her head around, and saw a ghostly figure of a young, brown haired, man.
Light Yagami.
She was frozen on spot, eyes wide, face white and blood cold.
Kira.
The killer who targeted criminals...is...alive?
No. Dead. Is a ghost...spirit.
They exist? Impossible, no, not. Its true, is it?
Or maybe it's a dream. No, nightmare.
Shaking, eyes connected, blood circulates.
"You found one. A Death Note." His voice rang through her ears, startling her, she fell back.
The time has come for Kira to rise again.
"Y-your...L-l-l-Light Yagami..." She spoke, still spooked by his sudden appearance. He watched as she regained her composer, the color returned to her face and the shaking ceased. "Kira."
"Exactly. You know what you hold in your possession. It's not a prank nor a joke. Its a weapon, what I used to kill." Soon criminals would be dieing once more. He would be winning.
"I've seen a ghost and found this note book, a lot of excitement for one day if you ask me." She stated. Did she believe him? Or did she think she was crazy? What if she was Anti-Kira?
No.
Even if she was, he would change that.
For the good of humanity.
"I need your help. Write down the names of criminals. There will be others trying to stop you, kill you. But I will be helping. This world is rotting. It needs to fixed, purified. Together, as partners, a new world will be created." He told her, hoping to convince her. It was nothing much, but that's all he could come up with. He waited as she thought it over.
Silence. Breathing. A nod.
She nodded, a wicked smile crossed her face.
"I will help you play god, I have nothing better to do anyways. This could be interesting, yeah." She agreed. The new world would be created once again. Wait...the one kid who fount out Kira was him! The one who discovered he was Kira. N....something.
No. This was bad.
Horribly bad.
He never thought about who found out he was Kira.
Who was it.
N. N. N...N...N?
Only N, nothing more or less.
That's it. No face. Not a name. Just the English letter N.
Light had forgotten his biggest enemy's, the greatest obstacle's, face and name.
"But, I want to try something first." She spoke, standing up, holding the Death Note. Doesn't matter, Light has her and knowledge of past mistakes. He would find out N's face and name no matter what.
"Wait, what are you doing...?" Light asked, as he watched the girl take out a blender and drop the Death Note in the clear colored machine. Masuyo took out some chocolate ice cream from the freezer and some milk from her fridge. She opened them both proceeded to drop some chocolate ice cream and milk into the blender along with the Death Note. She shut it, and turned it on.
A loud noise was heard, of the machine started quickly chopping up the paper. Mixing it in with the chocolate ice cream in milk. The Death Note shredded until you could barley see the paper shreads.
Light could only watch in horror as she blended up the most dangerous and useful weapon in the world. Once she was satisfied with the blended up concoction, she opened up the blender, tilted it back and began to drink it.
She drank the Death Note. Every last bit.
"Ah, that was good!" She shouted, punching her fists in the air, proud of herself.
"ARE YOU INSANE?!" Light yelled at the girl. She drank the Death Note! DRANK IT! His only hope, gone! Now what would he do? How would the world be saved?! How would it be purified?! It wouldn't, thanks to this girl. But he couldn't do anything, but watch.
"Even the original owners of the Death Note, gods of death, do not know much about the note." She said smiling.
Her smile quickly turned upside down. Her face showed fear and pain before collapsing on the floor. Her body convulsed, she began to cough. Masuyo rolled on her back, her face scrunched up in pain as her body reacted to what she had consumed. Her body shook violently, her eyes were letting out small tears. Masuyo struggled, crawling towards her bed away from the kitchen area. Light watched in horror. Now what? What would he do if what ever she plan failed? What about humanity!? This was such a waste, a selfish waste! She was able to make it to her bed, forcing herself under the cover, her body, cold.
Convulse. Wimper. Tears. Coughing. Blood.
She was going to die, wasn't she? Light watched, seeing if her experiment would work.
What would happen if she died? Would the power of the Death Note be greater?
Or less?
Would it be there at all?
Or would she die.
No.
The war would go one, Kira would be resurrected. The world would be purified.
I can't believe I'm making another story, but I'm just so excited for this one! I love the idea and plot of it. I just couldn't wait!
I also REALLY enjoyed writing this, it was fun.
Also, not all the chapters will be written like this. This is more like the prologue kinda.
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Thank you, I hope you read chapter 2 and more to come!