"I've picked one." You really don't need to bother Hayama. In fact why did sensei even bring you guys here? Why are you getting interested in my alternate stories like its nothing?
I hate youth. I have already stated this on several occasions, but I feel it needs to be stated again. I hate youth. It is full of lies and hypocrisy, fueled by self-deception. People say that youth is a wonderful thing, but that is a lie. They say that their mistakes were just part of youth, but they still make room to condemn the mistakes of other. They ignore all the evils of youth, sugarcoating it and dressing it up in a nice box. I hate youth. And I find that I am in an especially foul mood this morning.
OK. I don't disagree but this is far too cringe. And by that I mean slightly more cringe than even my usual monologue. Does Hayama have a sixth sense for finding this?
"It doesn't mention a name. Could be anybody." I tried to defend. Everyone just looked at me in deadpan.
I was in front of the school building. As I was moving my way towards that fine establishment of youth, I noticed an odd looking notebook on the ground. Bending over I saw that on the cover were written the words "Death Note."
Sensei, Komachi, Yuigahama, Miura, Haruno and Isshiki instantly recognized it. They all tensed, Sensei, Komachi and Haruno in excitement and the rest in wariness.
Yukinoshita, Kawasaki and Hayama didn't. Maybe Kawasaki didn't see it because it is a bit mature for kids?
"I am guessing that this notebook is used to kill people?" Yukinoshita easily guessed before anyone could explain. The name is pretty on the nose to be fair. Its nothing like the guessing game she played with me on the first day for the service club. My mind had started drifting to some weird places back then because of that nomenclature.
What is this, a joke? And wait... what is this feeling? Deja Vu? No... it more like a "haven't I seen this before," feeling. Like seriously, wasn't there a manga were just this thing happened? And wasn't it suppose to be after school and not before it? As I was thinking in such a manner that would surely coincide with the thoughts of a crazed person, I remembered that I was going to be late for school.
"So this is more like you already know the rules? And have already seen the play-through of the original super-smart guy and his mistakes? That's like a super big cheat." Miura said. She seems to be a fan of Light Yagami I guess? Well his handsome looks sure don't hurt in this regard. I don't completely hate him either, at least his motives.
I put the notebook away and rushed to class. It was lunch/recess break and I was heading to the roof of the school. I stepped out into the sunlight. Looking to my sides and also to the area above me, I was satisfied that I was alone.
I looked towards Kawasaki, who was also looking at me but turned away embarrassed. Its good that she wasn't smoking that time. Or is it bad? Depends on the actions from now on.
Peering over the side of the building, I could see my classmates gathered in the school's courtyard. Forming group, chatting nonsense, and generally wasting their time, reveling in the lie of youth.
"You are not going to do a class massacre, are you Senpai?" Isshiki asked but there was no blame in her voice.
"Of course not! Who do you take me for?" I mean if I am the only survivor, then I would be the obvious suspect, is how I convinced myself.
Wait. Would Isshiki do it? She does have a big grudge against her class for the whole student council nomination. On second thought, I don't want to know.
To me, they are socialites. Yes, that's it. The name suits them perfectly. Spending so much of their time socializing in their own closed off groups, trying to convince themselves that they are doing something constructive.
Now Miura is glaring at me fiercely like a predator. She must be additionally sensitive about her group because of everything that happened before. Specially the whole Ebina incident.
I sat down to enjoy my solitude. Enjoy the silence, as they say. I held that notebook from earlier in my hand. Opening it, I saw that something was written on the first page, a set of rules it would seem.
"That's really not how you enjoy solitude." Thank you miss black lace. She is right of course. In fact this is a very stressful way of spending time.
It read thus: 1. The human whose name is written in this note shall die. 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.
"So the standard rules then." I confidently claimed.
"I wouldn't be so sure. What if there is a variation from the one you know?" Hayama really is far too careful with everything.
If the cause of death is written within the next 40 seconds of writing the person's name, it will happen. 3. If the cause of death is not specified, the person will simply die of a heart attack. 4. After writing the cause of death, details of the death should be written in the next 6 minutes and 40 seconds.
"Why these specific numbers for time?" Yukinoshita asked me like a curious cat. Shit, I have no idea. There must be some symbolism or reasons. I am a failure as a nerd.
"No idea. Zaimokuza might know." Wait, does Sensei know? She looked like she did. Then why not say it now?
(1) What would surely appear to be a grin of pure evil formed on my face, as dark thoughts filled my mind. Standing up, I looked down upon the courtyard.
Everyone except Komachi moved away from me. Miura was even crossing her hands to hide her chest. You know this is a Death Note and not a Creepy 'Molest Note'?
Holding the notebook in my hand, I started writing in it with a pen I happened to have on me. Looking down at the courtyard and up at the notebook again, I felt quite satisfied with what I had written. "Youth" "Socialites"
I was hit on the back of the head twice, by Komachi and Yuigahama.
"What if it had worked?" Yuigahama asked. She is a 'Socialite' as well, isn't she?
I decided to leave the notebook on the ground as I left school (I liked to imagine it freaking a few people out).
"You really are the worst." Komachi shook her head. That gave damage to me.
As I was about to put the notebook away, a sudden feeling came over me that the notebook was truly legit. Seriously, what is this feeling? It feels like someone wasn't satisfied with how I reacted to the notebook and decided to forcibly make me acknowledge it as real.
"That's creepy, creepio." Thank you Miura-san.
This isn't even remotely a romantic comedy now. I held the notebook in front of my once again, and started contemplating what I should do with it.
The room was eerily silent with not even sound of breath.
I don't really hate anyone in particular. I mean sure, there have been specific people who have hurt me. But they are just a single person lost in that mass of socialites. In fact, I don't remember any of their names, forgotten the faces of a majority of them, and most I have probably forgotten completely.
We all let out our breaths in sync. As I thought, I am such a good person.
But what if I could change the world. If I could expose the lies of youth. I looked at the notebook intently, and then ripped it in half.
We all froze again. The decision was likely right but I expected a lot more indecisiveness.
"If it doesn't work when you try and force it, just give up." (2) That is my motto. And I doubt trying to force the world to change would ever work. Besides, what type of person would it make me if I was willing to kill?
This time Sensei hit me on the same spot as before but it was a lot more gentle. And she was smiling as she patted my head lightly. Was she sure of this result from the start? Cause I wasn't.
As I headed back downstairs to class, planning to dispose of that notebook, I couldn't help but feel that this encounter was wrong. No, rather that it wasn't what most people would expect to happen. I guess I could say that my youth encounter with a Death Note was wrong, as I expected.
It ended well so its fine. Hayama is far too focused for my liking. What if it fell into the hands of Hayama? Or Haruno? Or Yukino? Or Zaimokuza? This could easily have a what if for everyone I know and beyond.
I still wanted to have the last word so I said ...
"It never mentioned a name. I still say it could be anybody."