A Shinigami's lamentations
Purpose
by Dark Angel of Wind
Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note, for if I did I would be filthy rich and surrounded by L plushies and other death note merchandise.
Claimer: I DO own Hillary Walker/Hikaru Tokai tho; she is my Role Play character and has been in many of my other fanfics so diss her...
cus that'd mean you are inadveradtly dissing me.
Summary: Hillary Walker has lead an unhappy life. She has numerous family problems, a dead end job, not even registered for college yet,
no driver's license, and no friends, constant ridicule, the only joy she takes is in reading and in analyzing other people's actions for fun but even that is getting dull.
She feels as if her life has no purpose. No meaning...that is until she meets
Ryuuzaki on the metro. AU. A lil OOCness. Based off of the Death Note manga/anime. No parings just yet.
DA HEY ALL!! ok this be my first fanfics that I've actually gotten the guts
to post up anywhere (all my fics are in my notebooks that I've only shown to my friends) so be nice with the reviews please.
And all flamers will be sent a withdrawal spent Ryuk screaming about apples...smiley smiley
without further ado...HERES THE FIC!
"Talking"
(thinking)
sighs and pushes her glasses up "thanks Katie this'll get me through a coupla hours until dinner" (ya right, I'll be lucky if I can stretch it to 10 minutes).
Hillary smiles at the old woman at the counter, taking a small bag and handing over a bill. The woman smiles back sadly and takes the money.
"Are you sure you wouldn't like something else hon? Eating all those sweets can't be very healthy. If its money you're worried about, it's no problem for me to pay for you."
(Ppft, sure thing Kate, could you also get me into college and find me a decent job? and while your at it, find me a small apartment somewhere? hell, I'll take living in a box
on the side of the road to that hell hole) "No thanks Katie; I wouldn't want you too waste your money on me. This is fine." holds up the bag.
Katie looks as if to say something but just nods her head, her eyes showing concern."Alright hon, but you tell me if anything's up alright?"
(I highly doubt it) "Sure thing Kate, I'll see you next week?" Katie smirks "I don't have anywhere else to go"
(that's right brag of your lack of things to do and places to be) "it's a date then"
Hillary walks out the door of the tiny shop. She zips up her blue jacket and puts on her gloves.
(Damn this weather) she takes care to tuck her middle lengthed brown curls under her jacket so she can pull the hood up.
She got a lot of stares as she walked towards the subway. Of course who else would be this bundled up in the middle of April at 76 degrees ferinhight?
As she paid for her ticket, she hears the last call to Wilmington (DAMNIT!) she sprints toward the door and gets in just as the doors were closing.
pants slightly (go figure there are no seats lef...oh wait no there's one) She walks over to the metro seats and plops down. She opens up her bag and takes
out a 99 cent bag of mini Oreos. (Ooooooooooooh thank you gods above for this chocolaty treat I am about to partake) as she opens the bag and starts to eat handfuls
of the chocolate stuff she feels a stare.
Right next to her was a young man at least in his mid twenties. His hair was mussed to the point it looked like he did it on purpose. His shirt was white and baggy, falling off his wrists as he...chewed his thumb??
His pants were baggy jeans...and no shoes to speak of; he sat with his knees to his chest. His eyes, oh god his eyes, they were like huge black obsidians. Much like an owls, and there were large dark bags under his eyes.
(Hmmmmmm he would certainly be fun to study...) continues to munch on her mini cookies
She see's him at the corner of her eye...still...fucking...staring... (GAH! this is annoying! if you want some why not say so you idiot?!)
sighs holding out the bag a little "want some?"
The man shows no emotion as he takes his thumb out of his mouth and reaches into the bag and pops a couple of cookies into his mouth.
"Thank you"
She liked the low baritone of his voice, it was sort of soothing...she wanted to hear it again. So she put the bag in-between them.
"We can share them if you want" she eats a couple of more cookies.
The man did a cute little smile and took some more cookies.
"I would enjoy that very much"
(I bet you would you've already eaten 89 of the bag already!)
"...you ate all the cookies"
The man looks into the bag and frowns slightly at the lack of cookies.
"Hmm so I have"
(thats right, don't apologize, I just saved most of my paycheck to get these cookies is all and you ate the bag in less then 2 minutes)
"I have another bag right here"
Hillary takes out another bag of mini Oreos and opens it, placing it in between them.
"Why thank you" He said it kind of muffled for he had four mini cookies in his mouth.
"Mm-hm" (damnit, now what am I supposed to eat tomorrow?)
Hillary looks down at her gloves and notices the crumbs sticking to the material and takes off her right one so she could still eat.
The man notices this and after swallowing his cookie licks his fingers.
"You understand that it is 76 degrees ferinhight 11 degrees Celsius correct?"
(No shit Sherlock) "Yes" Plops another cookie into mouth.
The man takes a few more cookies, and promptly chews and swallows.
"May I ask why you are so heavily clothed then? If it is no problem I am merely asking out of curiosity"
(Of course you are) sighs "If you mustknow, its because my body does not contain any body heat, so I get very cold, very easily."
"…..I see"
(I see? I SEE?! What? Nothing else to say?! No "just stay indoors then?" no "why do you not contain body heat? It's a natural bodily function?"…you must have a very small vocabulary my ocular friend)
Hillary laughs under her breath making the man tilt his head in her direction after polishing off the last cookie.
"I said something amusing?"
(No, I always laugh at thin air) "No, I suppose that's why it was amusing."
The man frowned a bit in confusion and handed her back an empty bag. Hillary takes it and crumples it into a ball shoving it into her now empty shopping bag.
"Hm, I see"
(Oh….my….god!) She starts to tremble with silent laughter now making the man look at her chewing on his thumb again.
"LAST STOP, ALL REMANING PASSENGERS PLEASE LEAVE AS THE DOORS OPEN"
That snaps Hillary out her giggle fit quickly making her gasp in shock.
(NO! I missed my stop hours ago!)
Hillary gets up fast and darts for the door, making her slightly dizzy.
(Crap, so freakin tired. Not sure how I'm gonna explain to my boss that I'm late because I was engrossed with eating cookies on the metro line, and how am I going to explain to my folks that my hours and pay were cut back AGAIN! I wont have anytime to study my drivers manual, no time for dinner. That is if we even have anything. No time to wash my work uniform. No time, no time, no time, no time, no time, NO TIME!!)
Hillary goes past the door and after another dizzy spell feels herself fall and sees the image of an old man in a suit before all went black.