Before I write even one sentence I would like to say that the last set of reviews almost made me cry. I would definitely give the tear-jerking award to Monokromespectrum because she gave me the longest most beautiful review filled with advice and comments and even threw in the word breathtaking. I seriously almost tore my heart out and cried out of happiness. By the way I would like to apologize about the lack of line breaks. Its weird because I had breaks there originally! Sorry about that everyone for my mistake I think I've fixed it now!
Anyways...
I tried so so hard and all your reviews are like medicine to my constant tormenting writer's block. I love love LOVE you all!
I hate that this took so long! I really do but it was so hard to make it just right for all you wonderful readers!
Now on with the show.
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Wednesday
4:12 p.m
St. John NB
Kurk felt like screaming, kicking, hollering...but he didn't. Instead all those urges compressed themselves within his chest as he watched the television. In half an hour eighteen criminals had been killed. Some had shot themselves, some had had heart attacks and there had been one who had stabbed themselves then written Kira on the wall of their jail cell in their own blood before dying of a heart attack. All incidences were being blamed on Kira...but he had not done it! That's what scared him, that's what chilled him to the bone. He wasn't passing these judgements! He had not even touched the Death Note in the past two hours! Who!? Who?!
Noah peeked his head around the corner to get a look at Kurk standing frozen still with his remote in his hand. Noah had made every effort not to be in the same room as Kurk. At first he had thought seeing the monster behind Kurk was a dream then it had happened again and again! Although, he was extra careful not to let Kurk know he could see him. It had become evident to Noah that Kurk mumbled a lot more nowadays and when he had seen the monster it all became clear. Kurk was Kira. His brother was the killer of hundreds of people!
Ryuuk stood behind the couch and grimaced.
"Are you surprised?" He said in his usual drawl.
"I thought I asked you not to talk to me, Ryuuk." Replied Kurk in barely a whisper.
Ryuuk laughed.
Noah was terrified. The monster had talked! And Kurk had replied and called it a name! Noah felt his stomach churn. He was sure of it now. Kurk really was Kira. Would he go to the police? He wondered if they would ever believe him. Noah knew for a fact that the police station literally got dozens of phone calls a day from people who said they knew where and who Kira was and even ones that said they were Kira. The police would definitely not believe a kid. It was his duty to stop it now. Noah hadn't realized it but he was shivering all over. He pressed his back against the wall and slowly stood up. Gathering his courage he opened his mouth.
"Kurk! I'm going to the park now!"
"Fine, but don't be gone too late! I'm ordering in tonight."
Before Kurk had even finished his sentence, though, Noah had slammed the door behind him in his terror-stricken state. He was afraid of his own brother.
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Tokyo was possibly the most frantic city in the world these days. Not only did the media radiate with Kira reviews, commentary, religion and spectacle but the streets hummed with the rumors of the Legendary Kira come back from the dead to haunt them. There had been 5 suicides in the last month in which the suicide letters indicated that it was an act of sacrifice. All five of these letters had been brought in to the Kira division of the Tokyo police headquarters.
It was one of these letters which Matsuda read one evening on the comfort of a park bench while young teenagers mingled around him and an old woman fed birds from the park bench close to his.
"An act of sacrifice, huh?" He murmured to himself, pushing a lock of black hair behind his ear. He remembered the day L had implied that Kira could control one's actions before they passed away. This theory in the end turned out to be true and currently, he and his colleagues (being Aizawa and Mogi) were investigating whether of not these deaths were the act of Kira. So far the evidence pointed towards them being random acts of depression and he had asked personally that none of the following be broadcasted over the television in order to give the families their peace of mind and heart. There was not much else he could do. Frawn had not given any orders for him and only a fraction of the information they gathered was being sent their way. In a way it infuriated him. He, himself probably knew as much about Kira then any of them yet he was forced to remain in Tokyo where, ironically, nothing much to do about Kira was happening.
Suddenly Matsuda realized how late it was getting and jumped, checking his watch. He was late.
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Matsuda had had to chase down a taxi which he ended up getting out of five blocks away from his destination due to stiff traffic then run the rest of the way...but he had made it.
The Yagami house looked the same as it always had. That same professional, tidy house-on-the-corner look which most houses in this neighborhood displayed but in Matsuda's eyes it was a building with an aura that struck him so deep he could not look away. Yet it held such an innocence that he would come to feel guilty for starring at it too long.
He took a deep breath and walked to the front door, touching the door knob gently with the pad of his fingers then trailing his arm up to knock on the hard wood.
Almost immediately, the door was pulled open and brown tendrils of hair blackened his vision.
"Onii-san! You finally came back from work!...Eh!? Matsuda-san!?"
It was Sayu. Her big brown eyes shining inncocently up at Matsuda who was envelopped with the expectance of what she would say next.
"Matsuda-san, Where's Light-onii-san?"
"Sayu! Sayu remove yourself from poor Tota-san this instant. I'm sorry Matsuda...she's been like this all day today."
Mrs. Yagami took her daughter gently by the shoulders and led her back inside.
"I was sure it was going to be onii-san that time, oka-san! I was so sure!"
"Yes, yes dear...let's go into the kitchen and brew ourselves a cup of tea for Matsuda, shall we?"
Sayu suddenly became energetic again, "I'll make it Earl Grey so when Light-oniisan gets here he will have his favorite all prepared!"
"Yes, yes you go do that now dear..." Replied Mrs. Yagami, turning her head and giving Matsuda a sympathetic and sad look.
Sayu had been so distressed by the truth behind her brother and his death that she had gone into a deep, deep depression which contaminated her mind. She now saw Light's death as more of a dream rather then reality and her demeanor was more that of a 14 year old. Some days were good and some days were bad. It was hard to categorize good days and bad days though. Most of them ended in her weeping herself to sleep every night.
Matsuda had been visiting them often in order to see Sayu and give his support to her mother. Mrs. Yagami was not at all as pulled together as she often seemed. Within her crawled a terrible fear and sorrow and she rarely went outside. The death of her husband and first born had put her on the edge of suicide for a while but then after seeing the distress of her lonely daughter she had developed an iron will and had begun to take care of Sayu. Aizawa and Mogi also dropped by often but tonight it didn't appear either of them had come yet.
"Please sit down, Matsuda. Sayu will bring in the tea soon."
"Thanks."
Matsuda sat down in a beige comfort chair. The room had barely changed at all in a year. This was mainly because the doctor had told Mrs. Yagami that major change could disrupt Sayu. She had taken it a bit too far for a while, having every day scheduled down to the exact minute but began to relax once she realized this was not right either.
Matsuda sipped from a cup of Green tea. His fingers curling around the heat of the china.
"Is it good, Matsu-kun?" Said Sayu cheerfully, putting a lump of sugar into her cup of black tea. Matsuda smiled.
"It's perfect as always, Sayu-chan. You should think about working in a cafe"
Sayu laughed over-enthusiastically and waved a hand in front of her nose.
"No that's impossible! If I had a job then I might miss Light's visits!"
"I'm sure...he wouldn't mind if it meant you were happy with what you were doing."
The sharp clack of china to glass counter caused Mrs. Yagami to jump, although it was she who had caused the noise.
"Oops...I'm terribly sorry. I keep forgetting this table is not completely made of wood...oh and I spilled a bit too. I'll go get a cloth."
Mrs. Yagami stood up, Masuda watched her walk out of the room. Before following her, he turned his head and smiled at Sayu who gave him a confused look.
"You should at least...think it over. All right?" He said then stood up.
"All...right?" Replied Sayu slowly before Matsuda entered the kichen.
"Sachiko..."
stood over the sink, her shoulder shaking with restrained tears.
"Don't give my daughter ideas....She's sick."
"She's only sick because every one refuses to explain to her the truth!"
"What truth? My son was a handsome, intelligent, kind boy who..."
"Killed your husband?"
As soon as he had said it he knew he had made a mistake but Sachiko said nothing.
"Was it really my son that day who killed Soichiro? Or was it just the demon that had contaminated him? You policemen never told me how he did it. All those deaths...all his doing...yet he was home most hours of the day. How could he have?!"
"Sachiko...he admitted! We have witnesses."
"Perhaps that was his mind being contaminated with the stress of the job! He was always so withdrawn ever since he got involved with you people...I never saw him for months at a time...to be perfectly honest; L's death was a relief to me when I first heard of it because then I thought my son wouldn't have to bear with all that commotion any more."
Matsuda only listened. One of his hands clutching the back of a chair.
"You all tell me you're sure it was him yet you won't give me the details. I'm getting older and sadder! I don't want to go on like this! My poor baby...My poor, poor baby."
She had broken into a fit of sobs and was kneeling towards the floor.
Quickly, Matsuda wrapped his arms around her shoulders and lifted her up onto a chair.
"W-why won't anybody tell me why my son had to die!" She wailed into Matsuda's chest, her back heaving.
A tear rolled down Matsuda's cheek, "I can't Sachiko...I'm so sorry."
From the living room, Sayu sat oblivious to what was going on inside her own house. But, although she wouldn't believe them, voices from her heart whispered to her that the way she was living was all a lie. She would not believe these voices. She would wait for her brother, Light. The one who had stayed up with her all night when she was just a child because she had had a nightmare and couldn't go back to sleep. The one who had helped her pass her first Geometry test with flying colors, and the one she compared boys to when she went out on dates. Sayu gently lay herself down on her side of the couch, her head buried in a cushy pillow. Why was she crying?
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Thursday
2:22 a.m
Hotel Florizel
"What are you doing now?" Asked Lynn as he sucked on a popsicle. For some reason he couldn't get enough of the frozen treat. It was like a drug coursing through his veins as the cool melted ice dripped across his tongue and down his throat. Light was standing in the washroom with his palm pressed against the mirror.
"I need to talk to Asura...or Pantheon. Either would be fine. I need to ask them if they've located the new Kira."
"They can do that? Why didn't they just tell you before you left?"
"Because its not something you can just ask about and get an answer to right away. Its like a regular tracking system; the further away the subject, the harder it is to track, except in this case I believe it has more to do with density of population in an exact area."
"So in other words they wouldn't have been able to give an exact estimation."
Light nodded. Then something familiar happened.
"But don't you death gods use that system all the time to find victims to steal life from."
"That's random. It shows us the first person who turns up. If we had a name to this Kira we would be able to track them down sooner."
The metallic reflective surface of the mirror began to swerve and curl like a hot tub and when Lynn looked closer he realized Light's breathing seemed pre-meditated and his eyes had turned red. The mirror looked to be melting and Lynn jumped out of surprise when it began to crawl down Light's hands.
"Asura." Light said and suddenly all movement within the mirror ceased and the glass remained distorted. Light removed his hand from the surface, the silver crystallized liquid now crumbling away as he did so.
"Kira." A feminine voice. Lynn had been sitting on top of the toilet but now he stood to watch the mirror alter once again, this time smoothing, and in the mirror a red-eyed beauty appeared. Lynn had seen the woman on very few occasions and always with Pantheon. It was odd seeing her alone but looking at her he felt a connection between the two of them. A connection that felt similar to relation as if they were family.
Asura glanced at Lynn briefly with emotionless eyes then returned her attention to Light.
"I'm in St. John now, Asura."
Asura nodded, "It has been confirmed that the user of the Death Note is definitely in your vicinity."
"Where are they staying?"
"His name is Kurk Hayder, 17...It's outside of our power to give you a location."
"Kurk Hayder." mumbled Light as if tasting the name on his tongue.
"I cannot give you a visual, I'm sorry."
"It's fine, Asura. Thank you..."
"Kira...."
Asura's voice sounded odd and with mild urgency.
"Yes?"
"About Lord Pantheon...and also Wildenheim and Bullet."
"What about them?"
Asura was worried. Things had been far too calm in the shinigami realm for quite some time. Bullet and Wildenheim seemed to spend more time away from her and Pantheon and instead would leave towards the gathering places of the lesser shinigami.
"Do you believe Bullet is planning something?" She asked.
"That is very possible considering Bullet's demeanor. If as you say is true and Bullet and Wildenheim have been spending large amounts of time with the groups of shinigami then it may evolve into a difficult situation. I wouldn't leave Pantheon alone for long periods of time."
Asura nodded as if reassured.
"Unfortunately, this is as far as this conversation can go." Said Light with a tired smile, "I didn't realize how energy-consuming activating the mirror of Fantama is."
Asura closed her eyes and brought her hand up as if pressing against the mirror from her end, "Take care, Lord Kira, my brother." With that, the mirror became normal again and the mirror surface shifted back to normal.
Light seemed to swoon to one side. Lynn grabbed onto his arm, "Light! What the hell! Why didn't you just turn back fully into a demon! You wouldn't have lost so much energy!"
Light's eyes were half closed but he smiled with an almost sad expression.
"Kurk Hayder...he's the same age I was..."
Lynn couldn't understand him because he had spoken japanese but the sound of his voice prompted Lynn to lead Light out of the bathroom and into the bedroom where he helped Light sit down at the edge of the bed but instead of sitting still Light grabbed Lynn's arm and pulled him onto his own lap. He leaned his forehead against the dead boy's shoulder and sighed. Lynn didn't know what to say or do. He felt slightly uncomfortable sitting on someone's lap but felt as though he shouldn't leave. Light's black hair smelled like fresh mint and the soft locks brushed against his cheeks. It was now that he was reminded how divine a person Light was. How everything about him had meaning and how everything he said had a purpose. His eyes, his skin, his voice were all those you would hear described in stories about Greek Gods. But the man, the demon that was with him now seemed like a fallen star. Weak and tired and in a strange environment.
"Light?"
"Hmm?"
"Tomorrows Friday. What are you going to tell those people."
"Depends if Frawn shows up or not..." Light yawned after finishing his sentence, "Was it really okay that you told me about Frawn, I wonder..."
"What do you mean? I told you about him because I thought it would be helpful. Besides...Frawn probably won't show up."
"If he's as smart as...well as smart as Near at least he certainly will not."
An odd feeling caused Lynn to feel uneasy. I was the first time Light had mentioned Near. Near wasn't exactly loved nor even seen at Wammy House but he had been the one alongside Melo to take down Light.
"Are you mad at Near?"
Light groaned, taking his forehead off of Lynn's shoulder, "I'm not sure."
"You're not sure of something? That's odd." Said Lynn genuinely surprised. Light shrugged.
"Honestly, I don't consider Near as the one who killed me. I recognize Melo more then Near but at the very top of it all...it was always L."
"I guess so...Near's still alive, y'know. He's retired...Apparently Melo's death took quite a toll on his eagerness to continue."
"That so? Well I hope he doesn't get involved. It would be troublesome."
"Would you kill him?"
"I would have to, wouldn't I?"
Lynn was silent for a moment. Had he gone too far in helping Light? Was he betraying him self? Did it even matter anymore?
"I-I don't think I can help you do that."
"That's fine." Said Light through another yawn, "Don't think I haven't been planning ahead, Lynn-kun. I have a habbit of always wanting to be one step ahead of everybody. It's beginning to annoy me that we have yet to get there."
"Planning ahead?"
Light stroked the top of Lynn's head as a man would do to his cat, "We both know that Frawn will not be coming to meet us, right? Well then how do we get them to trust us yet not have them yet capture Hayder-san?"
"Why don't you want him captured? Unless...Are you planning on using him to proceed the killings so that you do not become suspect?"
Light was silent. He wanted to see if Lynn could figure out what he was thinking. It might be impossible for him at such an age but he had made a well-educated and intelligent guess.
"Keep guessing Lynn. I'll tell you what's happening when the time is right."
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Wildenheim knew what they had to accomplish if Bullet's plan was ever going to work. Working together, they had gathered hundreds of shinigami secretly and hid their plans from Pantheon and Asura. If was a lot tougher then one would think. Pantheon's eyes were everywhere and plans could only be made under very special conditions. So far a fair bit of the plan had been worked out. All the shinigami were required to do was follow orders. Some stronger shinigami had been herded together by Bullet as Trustees. These shinigami, all ten of them were granted more then basic knowledge of the plans. If a change in such plans occurred they would be second to know and it would be them to pass on a given amount of information to the rest of the shinigami.
Somehow it had been coming along well so far but not long ago Bullet had noticed that Asura had tailed them as far as the giant rib cage at which they were supposed to meet the trustees an hour from when they realized Asura was spying. She was suspicious and she would surely pass on her suspicions to Pantheon.
"Well it was to be expected." Said Bullet casually as he brushed off some white dust off his shoulder, "After all Asura is sharp. I wonder if she's contacted Kira about this..."
"Even if she did, Kira would not see the need to act now." said Wildenheim, his black hair was pulled up into a high ponytail held by a trailing purple ribbon.
Bullet made a odd sound that was somewhere in between a laugh and an annoyed sigh.
"Yes but...now our little brother will be suspicious. He may want to gain more knowledge. If not now then certainly later. I wonder about the little mouse with Ryuuk's Death Note...I wonder if he will survive this."
"You think Kira would kill him?"
Bullet shook his head, "I've done my research. Ryuuk was Kira's first encounter with a Death God from then on instead of simply killing off any one who took interest in that power he would use them. As much as I hate to say it, Wildenheim...Kira is a genius."
Wildenhiem remained silent. At the moment, Bullet was emitting a dangerous aura.
"Master Bullet, Master Wildenheim."
It was Groan. A trustee shinigami that Bullet had herded. He was a tall shinigami with a grey face and stinging green eyes that were mere slits on his face. His white hair was in dreadlocks and fell around his chin. Like many shinigami he wore black, and held a long scythe which looked freshly polished.
"Groan...What is it?" Said Bullet, not looking his way or standing up.
"It's Lady Asura...one of the shinigami saw her talking to Kira through the window of Fantama."
"Well that is convenient." Said Wildenheim surprised at having their suspicion verified so quickly.
"Apparently, Kira told Asura to keep Pantheon close. They are suspicious of us! The shinigami are feeling restless. We demand orders!"
"You demand orders?" Said Bullet, the words spilling off his tongue like poison. Groan seemed to realize the severity of his words and swallowed hard. Bullet stood up and turned towards the lowly shinigami looking slightly amused.
"W-What I mean to say is...we-we just don't want to get caught so early on."
"You want orders!?" Bullet sounded angry. Wildenheim watched with his jaw clenched as Bullet advanced on Groan.
"I'll give you orders."
In one movement, invisible to the eye, Bullet had grabbed Groan's throat and lifted the shinigami so Groan's bare toes just came off the ground.
"You refer to us as shinigami," began Bullet, "But we are nothing like you. We are demons, we are true death Gods and you, you who walk on the barren plain below us live by our will."
Bullet threw the whimpering Groan to the ground where he shuffled about to bring his long spine erect.
"Tell the other shinigami that time is running out and that if we wish to succeed I will need their complete cooperation and devotion."
Groan nodded and extended a pair of small grey wings which seemed unproportionate to his size and took off from the ground.
"Are you planning to leap, Bullet?" Asked Wildenheim, arms folded across his chest and his eyes still following the dot that was now Groan.
"Of course. This is our time limit."
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Dezorei stood outside in the middle on a sidewalk street at dusk. She barely took notice of the cold wind against her exposed shoulders. All she did was look up at the darkening sky. In her hands she held a newspaper from which she had just read an article about Kira. Another one. They all seemed to be saying the same thing nowadays. What no one ever talked about was how human Kira felt, how he or she had always felt to her. Perhaps that's why was wasn't afraid of him. And yet...it felt mysterious to her; Years ago, when Kira had first appeared, he had felt so great. Through his actions and influence he made everyone feel exposed and naked. For some this was horrifying, to her she felt like she was being reborn. When he had disappeared for a whole year... she didn't feel safe and she could sense the selfishness begin to spread across the world. As each and every criminal spared was giving a sigh of relief. And that scarred her to no ends.
Dez crumpled up the newspaper and through it into a nearby garbage can in some frustration. She felt bitter tears sting the corners of her eyes. She didn't want to feel caged ever again. If only she could touch Kira, talk to Kira, help them.
Without really thinking it over she whipped out her cellphone and dialed the first number she could think of.
"H-Hey...Kurk? I'm sorry for calling...you must be busy but...I'm sorry..."
She couldn't help but let out the sob that pressed at her throat.
On the other end of the line, Kurk looked at phone concernedly, "Dez? Are you all right? What's wrong!?"
"Can I come over?"
"Yeah sure...Noah's still out...What's wrong."
"Oh y'know..." She tried to sound light hearted even though her voice trembled, "family troubles."
"I see...Come straight over here. Are you in front of your house? I'll call a cab for you."
"Thanks Kurk...I mean it."
"See you soon Dez."
"Ya."
Dezorei turned off her cell phone and turned around to look straight at the front of a white house with a bright green door,
The light in the living room was on and she could see a large man's shadow pacing around the room sternly. Her throat burned with unexpressed emotions and all she could do was watch. The silhouette of the man suddenly disappeared from the window and Dez held her breath expecting the front door to slam open and see a hulk of a man charging towards her down the driveway but no such event occurred. The light of the living room was turned off and then there was only silence. She crumpled to the sidewalk, hugging her chest and praying for Kurk to get there soon.
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Light was standing at the doorway when Lynn walked out of the washroom. He was slightly surprised to find the demon red-eyed and brown-haired, smiling with a slightly devilish grin.
"Okay...what?" Said Lynn slowly, feeling as if he should start backing up against the wall.
"It's Thursday night Lynn-kun. Time to get on the ball." Replied Light, "Tomorrow we have that meeting and I don't want to arrive unprepared."
"So? I'm not going anywhere am I?"
Light suddenly looked hurt as if Lynn had just said something incredibly mean.
"Ah! That's cruel of you." Said Light, "Of course you're comin' along. Who else is going to be keeping a watchful eye on Kurk for me?"
"Watchful...eye? You don't mean..."
Light walked over to Lynn then and knelt down so they were eye-to-eye. He suddenly looked serious.
"It's okay. You won't be doing much that involves really helping me. You're just going to make sure Kurk doesn't do anything idiotic that will end up screwing his life around."
"But...that's..."
"Listen. I need you to do this. I'm probably going to end up hanging out with the FBI for a while. If I'm lucky...I'll even meet Frawn-kun! But if that happens...and you're there. Don't you think it would be odd for him to be seeing a dead playmate?"
"We weren't playmates! We..."
"That makes no difference."
"But Light! Won't it be strange for someone like me to suddenly show up in a person's household!"
"You will only be seen by Kurk."
"Wh-"
"We have to go."
Light stood up and grabbed Lynn by the elbow. For a moment, Lynn was overcome with confusion until he ascertained that Light was not leading him towards the doorway but towards the window.
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Kurk pulled on his jacket and patted the area where the Death Note sat. He had been prepared for Dez's phone call. Ever since he first saw her at school, it was evident that this would be coming. Dez's step-father was an alcoholic. He wasn't usually violent but he had witnessed a few situations in which Dez had come to school with a suspicious bruise. Of course, this was before Dez had gone to boarding school in Australia.
"Noah! I'm off for a minute!"
Silence.
"Noah!?"
Complete silence. He wasn't there.
"Fuck...where did that brat go?"
Ryuuk cackled, "Seems dear brother ran away." He said with some amusement.
"Shut up you. I'll have to call some of his friend's households later. He's probably sleeping somewhere else tonight."
"You sure?" Interrogated Ryuuk malevolently. Kurk growled.
"Noah is your brother, isn't he...well, how unresponsible."
Kurk froze. It wasn't Ryuuk who had spoken. It was a smooth, seductive voice this time. One that could reach down you throat to gain the truth if needed.
"Oh? It's you! Long time no see!" Ryuuk spoke, honestly surprised.
Kurk turned and almost fell backwards for on the window sill of the living room in which he stood, sat a man so handsome and statue-esque that even roman sculptures did not compare. Long, beautiful wings sprung from his back almost covering up the entire wall.
"W-what!? Who the fuck are you!?"
"I'm the person you're trying to imitate." replied Light standing up as he did so. "Is that good enough an answer for you?"
"Fuck no!!"
Light glanced over at Ryuuk, "Geez, did the book fall on his head before he caught it? Seriously, Ryuuk...not quite the smartest plaything you've encountered."
"Oh....but it just got so much more interesting now that you're here Yagami Light. So I was right in thinking the King would take interest in you. After all, what other-worldly king wouldn't be interested in the boy who thought he was God...Kira-kun."
Suddenly, Kurk felt lightning strike him in the form of panic. Kira? He was Kira wasn't he? No...wait...It couldn't be....
"Kira!? Y-you're Kira! I thought you died!"
Light blinked innocently, "Well of course I died...No...I'm like Ryuuk now, I'm a death God."
It was at this point that Light moved to the right slowly. For he first time, Kurk was aware that someone else beside Light had entered the room. A small boy stood clumsily behind him and was shuffling to remain hidden.
"May I introduce you to my little assistant." Said Light, patting Lynn on the back and making him take a few steps out, "This is Lynn."
"Lord, another Death God?!" Exclaimed Kurk, feeling somewhat faint at this point.
"Well...no." Light stroked the top of Lyn's head and played with a strand of his hair, "Lynn's a bit special. Please think of him more as a ghost rather than a deathgod."
Lynn shot a look up at Light who smiled down at him with glowing red eyes. Lynn had never really thought of himself as a ghost before and a shiver of realization crawled up his spine as he realized that this was probably in fact the truth.
"Oh great, well that makes it all better then!" Said Kurk throwing his arms up, "Why can't all of you undead, supernatural mutants just leave me the fuck alone!"
Light looked at Ryuuk and rolled his eyes, "You sure do have a mouth on you, don't you? And I always thought Canada was supposed to be the polite country..."
Kurk was really feeling faint now, he could almost see the walls spinning. He started to laugh. It was a small laugh that came out in gasps and he backed up until he fell onto the couch and buried his head in his hands, shoulders shaking. Just then Kurk felt his jeans pocket vibrate and it made him jolt with surprise. He looked around the room. Ryuuk and Light were starring at each other, as if having some sort of silent conversation and the boy, Lynn was peering at him from behind Light.
Quickly, he swiped the cellphone from his pocket and opened it to his ear, "Hi.."
"Kurk?" It was Dez, shit, Kurk thought.
"Kurk where are you? I'm getting cold."
"Ya...sorry. I'm on my way."
Kurk hung up the phone and stood up. "Listen," He said in a dangerously calm voice, "I have to go. When I come back, so help me God, If you two are still here I'll..."
"You'll do what?"
Kurk shivered, Light had suddenly taken a new aura. It was scary. His eyes glowed red from behind his wispy brown fringe and he had a hand pressed against Lynn's head, keeping the boy close.
"You see, Kurk, " He continued, "You're not really in a position to do anything. You don't have a choice. I am going to leave, but Lynn will be staying here."
Lynn's head shot upwards, and he looked at Light with large, panicked eyes. Light slowly withdrew his cold gaze from Kurk and looked down at Lynn with a soft expression, he slowly kneeled down while letting his hand roam down to the boy's neck. "It will only be for a little while. Don't worry. Nothing..." He glanced at Kurk without moving his head. "Nothing will happen to you."
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Okay. I have some explaining to do.
FIrst of all, I just went through serious writer's block on this story. I think I'm okay now though...
II've been writing my own fiction tale recently as well as an Inuyasha fanfic. I dunno for a while I was like Inuyasha...ugh. But then I got really bored and read the end of the series and saw a whole lot of potential in the aftermath so I might try my hand at a romance/action/drama tale. Except not the kind of romance tale where it's like 'ohhh I love you but you hurt me and now I'm going to be traumatized forever and completely flip my entire character so I'm now someone who the author can write about easily.' No. I hate it when people do that. Writing is not meant to be easy. Fanfiction is like a practice ground for me. I like it because you can make something new from something you like and also do your best to make it fit. I don't plan on compromising anything. I mean in this story too, sure it seems a little out-of-bounds of the original plot-line but you're likin' it, right? It's still a believable continuation isn't it?
Anyways thats todays rant.
I hope you have forgiven my absence. I still love every one and I eagerly await you comments.