All Death Note characters belong to their creators. Jordan and Brianna belong to themselves.
Hey all! How've you been? -dodges tomatos and big black notebooks being hurled at her- I know, I know. I haven't finished my other stories and I'm already starting on a new one. Yes. But here's the thing; I'm real low on inspiration and drive to do stuff of late, and I may not even be able to continue this one if stuff keeps up. I'm really sorry for that. I promise you, though, that no matter how long it takes, I will finish what I've started.
...That sounded so cheesy...
But seriously. There may be little or no actual movement on my end of the writering for the next several months, but I'll do all I can. Wish me luck on my first day of high school, huh?
About the Story: This is the result of my dear sister and I being bored and excitable on vacation a few weeks back. We sat, curled in the back seat of Mother's van, waiting to begin our little (eight-hour) road trip, and wrote.
It was hard to control a pencil with the continual bouncing, but we managed.
Nee-chan doesn't have an account here, but when/if she gets one, her name shall be Crayon.Gumdrop.
We apologize, but your favorite DN character may not actually be in this fic. We're only dragging a few of them with us, but we hope you enjoy all the same.
Onward, into the first chapter of "Investigation" on the Road!!
It all began on a regular Tuesday afternoon. Regular, that is, but for the strange something that had brought seven people together...
Yagami Raito glanced down the asphalt road and into the zero-vision abyss of an over-grown shrub. He couldn't see around the corner; a possible hazard. Someone should do something about that. Not that he cared. What was he doing there, anyway, standing nonchalantly at an inactive bus stop with six other people, the majority of whom were his sworn enemies?
He checked his watch in impatient boredom. 1:43 PM. What was he waiting for? And then...
An earsplitting screech ripped through the breezeless air as an enormous and blindingly pink vehicle tore onto the street and hurtled toward them. He leaped back in surprise, and someone near him fell over, as the sparkling pink bus roared past.
The gathered seven watched in dumbfounded awe as the bus skidded about, did a complete three-sixty, and came screaming back towards them. When it stopped, and it did so quite suddenly, the area became almost as silent as it had been before the monstrous vehicle had made its appearance.
The only sound was the continually growling engine, and the pounding hearts of seven confused individuals. They stood, gaping, for about five minutes, letting their corneas become heavily engulfed by the shiny, burning, spraklies.
The almost invisible side door swing open suddenly. Peering inside, one couldn't see much, but...
Two blurred, female figures leaped onto the sunlit, weed-ravaged pavement, quickly and easily surrounding the startled group like a flock of straying sheep. Before they knew what was happening, all seven flabberghasted males were forced up the rusted steps and into the roomy space of the sparkly pink bus.
P.S. I don't like Raito. Maybe that's why I have such a hard time writing from his POV...? D:
P.P.S. There's no logical reason for it being Tuesday. That's just the day Nee-chan and I randomly shouted.
P.P.P.S. Yes, the bus is pink.
P.P.P.P.S. No, I don't like pink.
P.P.P.P.P.S. It may be a crackfic, but I'm still going to do my best to make it sound good.
P.P.P.P.P.P.S. I have no clue where they are, on what continent, in which country. But in my mind, the place they're standing seems to be a typical spot somewhere in America. -shrug-
P.P.P.P.P.P.P.S. Heck of a lot of P's, nee? oo
P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.S. review? :D