In the darkness of the room, there was light glowing from the television. The residents who are in the house are now sleepy in there rooms; all peaceful and not knowing what is happening on television. Purple bags were under (color) eyes as your lips were on the sides of a green cup. You softly drank the tea, its bitter sweet taste kept you awake that is for sure.
"Criminals' deaths have increased these past few weeks. Police aren't sure what is causing this disturbing case, but they do have evidence to who it is pointing too," the woman from Sakura T.V said; the microphone in her hands. Your tongue stung slightly when you let it out in the tea for long. You placed the green cup on the table in front of you; your eyes not leaving the television.
"Sir, sir, what opinions you have of Kira?" Your body shifted and you laid down on your sofa; hugging yourself. The man, whom was anonymous, since his face was blurred, answered her question. You scoffed slightly.
"I think he is an incompetent fool who is doing the evilest deeds human kind has ever known," you mumbled, your eye lids fluttering closed. Your vision blurred as sleep devoured your form, but shot open when one familiar voice drummed in your ears.
"So are you saying that you respect Kira's wishes?" You sat up; your knees close to your chest and touching your chin. Chestnut colored hair was in your vision, along with brown eyes. They hypnotized you, but not in a romantic sense. His persona is so enigmatic, so much suspicion in the depths of his eyes.
"No, not in a sense, whatever Kira is doing is between the borderlines of crime and justice," Light explained, gripping his book bag as he walked. He seemed agitated, I mean, who would; when people you don't know are following you asking pointless questions and your face was on television?
"So you don't have an opinion?" You nearly twitched and wanted to change into channel thirty-two, but you didn't. You wanted to hear what your classmate would say.
He shifted, "You can say that. But please, may I go to home?" You grinned, grapping the cup and finished your tea. You sighed and turned off the television when you heard your brother's footsteps. You gave your younger brother a side way glance and he yawned, rubbing his brown eyes sleepily. His hand was on the stair well, and his chest faced you.
"Onee-san, you're still awake?" Your brother asked. You yawned and stood up, heading for the kitchen. You placed the cup in the sink and turned around, surprised that your brother was following you. You blinked.
"Aren't you supposed to be sleeping, Hiro?" You never used his full name, only when he was in trouble. His full name was Hiroyuki (Last name). He never liked his name so throughout living with him in your life, ended calling him that. He opened the fridge and took ice cream, and walked over to the cabinet to get a spoon. Opening it, he took a spoonful of vanilla and chocolate swirl.
"You the same, but I'm hungry." You twitched. He was smart for his age, thirteen being his age. You sighed and switched the lights off, and your brother squeaked and ran towards your walking form. You switched the television off with the remote control and head for your room.
"Hey, Hiro, what do you think about Kira?" You asked out of the blue. His brows furrowed in confusion. He took another spoonful of ice cream from the bucket before answering.
"I'unno. He's probably good, but at the same time," he took a BITE out of the ice cream, and you cringed. Wasn't that cold? "-But at the same time, he is a criminal. Why are you asking this?" Brown eyes bore into your own, and you blinked.
"N-Nothing, just you know, curious. I think he is doing the wrong thing; well in my opinion," your voice lowered when you passed your parent's room. You opened the door and Hiro followed, licking the spoon.
You crawled in your bed, which Hiro walked up the ladder; you shared bunk beds, there is only two rooms in the house; scratching the family room, kitchen, bathroom out. You blinked, seeing the bucket of yummy ice cream on the counter, and nearly twitched. Your brother eats like hell and never gains weight, oh how you envy him.
"Good night, (Name)," your brother murmured. Your eye lids shut slowly and your vision blurred as sleep deprived you of your thoughts.
Footsteps floated in your ears, along with the people's conversations and voices. You sighed, and sat on a bench. You unzipped your book bag and grabbed your drawing pad. You flipped through the pages and found one particular one. The picture revealed a woman who was blowing on a flute, a water fall behind her. The woman's face was yet to be drawn, and you decided to draw her eye brows and eyes first.
You sketched the eyebrows carefully, and you sighed; the pencil dropping from your fingers. You stood up and looked for it, and you saw it near a bush filled with colorful flowers. You walked over to it, the drawing pad on the bench.
"Where's my drawing pencil?" You grounded out, and crouched slightly. Your hand was digging in the bush, searching for the pencil. You blinked when you felt something firm yet soft. You grabbed it with your fingers and pulled, and clicked your tongue when it wasn't your drawing pencil.
Your eyes wandered to the letters on said book, tracing it with your fingertips. It had the words 'Death Note' on it, the letters written in beautiful handwriting. You stood up and opened this 'Death Note,' and you were surprised when nothing was written inside. Totally forgetting about your beloved pencil, you flipped through the pages; a curious look on your face.
"No one wrote in this book," you sighed and placed the book back on the ground and lowered your eyes to see your pencil. You smiled and grabbed it and walked over to your bench before looking back at the book. There was an ominous aura surrounding it. You walked back and picked it up and turned it around.
"The human whose name is written in this note shall die," you read. You blinked before laughing half heartedly. "It's probably a prank." But you continued, "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." Your eyes drifted to the next line, catching you off guard and left as a whisper from your lips.
"If the cause of death is written within 40 seconds of writing the subject's name, it will happen." You felt your heart stopped. Your eyes drifted to the people entering the school, since lunch was over.
You stuffed your books inside, except for the Death Note. You finished reading, "If the cause of death is not specified, the person will simply die of a heart attack." You exhaled air, suddenly feeling nervous.
"After writing the cause of death, details of the death should be written in the next 6 minutes and 40 seconds."
What if it was true? You glanced back at the book before blinking. What if KIRA has this book? Could there be another one?
You jumped, feeling someone tap your shoulder. Turning around slowly, your eyes widened and your lips parted into a gape.
Cliff hanger. >3 *Evil cackle*
Why does your brother like ice cream so darn much?
What are you going to do with this 'Death Note'?
Is it a prank??
Most importantly: Who is the person tapping you on your shoulder!?
Find out next time. ^^;
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"Hey, hey, girlie, you a 'right?"
"Oh, (Name), you're going sick! You're even talking to yourself; I must call your parents!"
"Ah, dun worry 'bout it. The first time you kill, it becomes a habit."
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