Okay, so this is the first Death Note fanficton, or should I say, the VERY first fanfiction I have put on this website. I don't see it as very good, and I only just made it last night because I was bored, but I think it's OKAY. I hope you guys enjoy it.
Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note, or any of its' characters. Try and sue me now! Bwahahahaha!
I remember that day clearly. It was in early December. It was cold, and the air was crisp. A cold breeze came by and pushed my light brown hair into my face. I blinked and blew air steadily out of my mouth, blowing the hair out of my face. I was sitting on the roof outside my window, enjoying the sunrise with a fluffy blanket wrapped around me. I took a deep breath of air. The bare trees looked lonely. The grass looked sad, like it had given up on living. The sky, still quite dark, looked gray, and depressing. I plopped on to my back, still a little drowsy.
"Why is this world such a hopeless, sad, drab, depressing place?" I asked myself with a sigh that came out more like a whimper. I wiggled over to my window like a caterpillar, and crawled in, plopping down on my bed helplessly. I curled up into a ball. The Television still on, spraying the color blue across my bedroom. I couldn't even look at it. I was more depressed than I ever had been before. How could this happen? How could they do this to me? I didn't deserve this. HE didn't deserve it. A tear slipped down my cheek. I sobbed and sobbed until I was completely dry.
I peeked over the edge of my bed, down at the floor. There sat Death Note box set: Season two. I glared at it. My throat was sore and my eyes stung. I had cried for hours. "I hate you Light Yagami. I HATE YOU LIGHT YAGAMI. I. HATE. YOU. LIGHT. YAGAMI. I HATE YOU LIGHT YAGAMI! I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU!" I screamed loudly. I scrunched up my face in anger, then I limply fell off my bed. I lifelessly lay there, not really sure what to do.
My L-kun was dead. He was dead. Gone. No more. He was murdered. Murdered by the very psychopath he was trying to catch. And it wasn't fair. He didn't deserve death. He never did. I was in complete remorse. I loved him. I loved him more than any other fan ever had. The loss of him left a void in my heart. It hurt. It ached. And it could never be healed. Ever.
People said I was crazy. The fact that I was so obsessed with someone who wasn't even real. Always talking about him, thinking about him. Relating everything to him. But isn't that what people do when they're in love? Don't they always think of that person? Talk about them? Want to be with them? That's all I wanted. Was it weird that I bought all the series? Every book? Every DVD? Was it weird that I couldn't stop crying when faced with his death? Isn't that how anyone would act when being forced to watch their loved one die?
They worry. Worry about how detached I become when it comes to him. When it comes to anything including him, I remove myself from this world, and go to his. But I have to face reality. He wasn't real. It was fiction. Fiction. And I was Being pathetic. Look at me. Laying limply on the floor, with red eyes. It was going to be okay. I needed to go back to reality. I can't go to him. I can't save him…
I got up off the floor and took the disk out. I tenderly placed back in its' spot inside the case and placed the case on my shelf. I sat on the edge of my bed, staring down at my hands.
Pancakes. I wanted pancakes. My bluish-gray eyes combed over my room. "Yes. That will help calm me down. No need to be hysterical, Nicole." I told myself. I stood and walked out the door to the hallway. Taking a left and walking down the stairs. The ground level was more like a normal house. It had wooden floors in the living room and entrance room, and it had soft gray carpet in the lounging type rooms. The kitchen, of course had tile.
Taking another left I went down a narrow hallway that had openings where you could enter various rooms along the walls. Taking a right this time, I walked into the kitchen. The whole house smelt of cinnamon, except for, the kitchen, which always smelt like candy. I grabbed the various ingredients needed and got to work. Working, cooking, or exercising always distracted my thoughts.
After a while I had successfully made pancakes that were shaped like mud puddles. Meaning they were not very round. Non-the-less, they still tasted exceptionally well. As I was chewing on my second pancake, my mother came into the room. She greeted me with a happy smile. She came over to me, and slapped me upside the head.
"What the hell do you think you're doing yelling at the top of your lungs at three in the morning?!" She screeched. I rubbed the spot she hit. She leaned over the table and kissed my forehead. "Thank you so much for making pancakes, dear. Even if they look like retarded circles." She said in a much sweeter tone, accompanied with a cheerful smile.
"Your welcome, Mommy." I said through a mouth full of pancake. That morning was rather drab. Mother went to work shortly after that and I was left with an empty house. I rolled out of the kitchen. I walked across the hallway into the living room. It had a large couch that took up quite a lot of the rooms' space. We had a TV that was slightly larger than a regular one. I plopped down on the couch in a lazy fashion. The TV was off, so I just stared at the black screen. I got up and went out on to the porch. Sitting down on one of the woven wooden chairs, I scoped the area around my house.
There were only dead trees, all around. A single lengthy drive way leading to the road. The road was but one of the back roads, that some times people would take as short cuts. I always had to walk, ride my bike, or be driven to the end so I could catch the bus. It was a bummer, really. I pulled my legs up to my chest. It was hard to keep it that way, and even a little painful, but a sense of calmness would always come over me when I did it. I smiled at this little habit. I took my legs down and instead crossed them. I looked down sadly at the ground.
I was lost. I didn't know what to do anymore. I can't be here in this world. I would be much happier with him, beside him. That's all I want. I want to bend back the pages of reality and take his hand. Tears slipped down my face as I began to get aggravated. "Take me away from here. Take me away. Take me to his side, so I can be with him. Help him. All I want to do is help him. Please. Pleeeeeeeeeeaaaase." I said before a shaky breath.
I closed my eyes tightly. The world around me soon got very dark. I couldn't see. I, really was lost. I reached my hands out, looking for something to grasp on to. Then, I smashed my face into a wall. "Eh? Huh? What the-?" I wasn't able to finish what I was saying before I was pushed down. I sat there, blinking, not really sure of what was going on.
"Is this your true desire?" A low voice called out. My eyes wide I looked around me, trying to find its' source.
"W-what? What are you talking about?" I asked it, more confused than I ever had been.
"Do you question fates judgment? Do you question the life we have given you?" It asked in return.
I quietly thought to myself. "I suppose, your talking about my want to be with HIM?" I asked.
"Yes. We have observed how you are acting pitiful, and unsatisfied with the life we have bestowed upon you, you ungrateful human."
I blinked at the darkness, not sure how to answer. "I…..I just want to be with him…"
"Do you think it's that easy?!" It bellowed. I shook slightly in fear. "It is very difficult to suddenly place a being in a life it does not exist in. In a spot that was never meant to be there. To establish connections with people whom never had any before." I stared up at the darkness in awe.
"Are you….here to save me?" I asked. It made a quiet sigh. Most likely one that wasn't supposed to be heard.
"I'm here to show you the error of your ways."
So there you have it. Hope you liked it. Please please please review and tell me what you think. If you spot any mistakes PLEASE inform me and I'll fix it right away. I'm really picky about grammar. Also remember to go easy on me because this is my first one that I've actually put up on the internet for others to see.