I do not own Death Note. If you recognize this from my old DeviantArt account lonely girl 818, I am the same person, I just dont get on deviant art much at all. I am working on my other stories, and have the next chapter done for two of them, but dont want to update too soon, that way I can get into a pattern. Enjoy.
I smirked as I typed against the keys, two more hours, and then I return to being god. The two hours passed slowly, as I 'tried to find Kira' but what's to find, when I'm not even lost. A bell tolled in the distance as it reached 9:00 o'clock. Time for eveyone to go home.
I said goodbye to the rest of the men in the room. I thought as I walked home.
I knew where the camera's were, and I know what they can see... but still they cant catch me. "Light Yagami," I turned my head to see Takada sitting on the front porch.
"Yes, Takada?" I said non-chalantly.
"How have you been? We haven't gone out in a while, and you haven't answered my calls." She said with a few tears in her eyes.
"I was unaware that we were dating, but thank you for enlightening me on the subject. But as you may have noticed, I just got home from work, and I am exhausted. Excuse me." I said the last as I brushed past her, and got my keys out of my pocket.
"What happened to you?" She asked, and I turned around, with what I am sure was a shocked look. "You have changed so much Light. I cant believe that I ever even thought that I loved you." She said running away with tears in her eyes.
I walked inside, and shut the door behind me. I sat through dinner without talking to my family. After everyone was finished eating, I excused myself to study. I grabbed my bag from underneath the table by the door, and walked up the stairs. I shut and locked the door behind me as I entered the room. I was unsurprised when I saw Ryuk sitting on my bed, munching on an apple. I walked over to the desk and sat down. I took of my jacket, and pulled out my textbooks, and the notebook that had pages from the death note in it.
I openned the bag of chips that resided on my desk, and pushed the button that turned on the miniature television that rested inside. I openned the text book, and the note book, and studied. Writing down the names of the criminals when they appeared. My pen drifted effortlessly across the page, writing their names down. 40 seconds later, they would drift off into eternal slumber. I laughed maliciously inside of my head.