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Story Or Series Title: Variable Number One: Code Name, the Blood Orchid
Fandom: Death Note
Culprit Author's Name: Konan of the Origami
Full Name (plus titles if any): Starts off with the alias Kaeru Nama. Demands the "clever" codename of Blood Orchid (It was perfect, because I got to choose if people died, really, and I was like a flower...sort of.) from the Japanese Task Force, who due to the Sue's whining, consent to calling her Orchid. Her real name is given as Koyuki Mikazuki.
Full Species(es): mind-reading pedophile Kira!Sue
Hair Color (include adjectives): purple hair
Eye Color (include adjectives): n/a
Unusual Markings/Colorations: It's specified two chapters in a row that the Sue's outfit looks "like it came from 'Rozen Maiden'."
Special Possessions (if any): Has a nail-chewing habit for the sole purpose of being able to point out the Sue and L bite their nails exactly the same way. Conveniently has "connections with the state" so it can later be claimed Gevanni was her best friend and simply because she asked, he destroyed all files on her so she could be legally non-existent, because doing such actions are no big deal and certainly have no repercussions and are totally cool so long as it's between friends.
Annoying Origin: She worked for the government until learning of Kira, when she became a worshiper who quits her job and has her identity erased so she can stalk Light.
Annoying Connections To Canon Characters: Part of the Japanese Task Force, Near's sex slave (when he's twelve)
Annoying Special Abilities: Can read minds. Later for the story's deux ex machina, she suddenly develops the power to KILL...with her MIND.
Other Annoying Traits: Is able to get her hands on the Death Note to write names on "the black space where the rules are" using black ink and rips small pieces out without Light ever noticing.
Please include a small sample of the worst of this story:
Misa kept leaning over the table to Light, and both the movement and her shrill voice (from her mouth AND mind) that carried over the chatter of the other people was seriously annoying me. But it was typical for a preppy blond like her... Loli-goth, American Eagle--I know I confuse the two all the time!
And I suppose it was typical for a person like me to hate a person like her. I hung with the anime crowd--the crowd where true friends are easier to find, the crowd where fun equals going out and throwing water filled plastic eggs at people, playing the Naruto card game, and messing around with each other. I'm envisioning a Hot Topic goth who runs around in public with her friends screaming Invader Zim lines and making a point to always replace "Halloween" with "Samhain."
With my newly dyed purple hair and clothes that looked like it came from 'Rozen Maiden'. But that's getting away from the main point. You're Misa with purple hair.
"So, Light, I was thinking maybe we should go to that new restaurant across town..."
I stood up angrily, making as much noise with my chair as possible, and stomped out of the shop. It was people like her that would bring this world down, and not just the criminals. If only Kira would-- I agree completely. Talkative people with unpleasant voices discussing going out to new restaurants with their significant others is horrific enough to bring about the end of civilization.
"A friend of Light's...?" Sachiko said questionably. "Well, alright...if he said he left his door open for you, go right in." She stepped aside and let me pass into the house. I carried myself up the stairs and stopped in front of his door, pulling out an undone paper and beginning to pick the lock. After a loud click, the knob turned and the door opened smoothly.
"Eat your heart out, smarty." Why do I keep seeing this scenario?! Sweet, quiet housewife ≠ blindly trusting moron. Why do none of these Suethors have Sachiko do something sensible like sit them on the couch in the family room with a cup of tea while she politely chats with them trying to suss out information on them?
"She's a cousin from a long distance away," Light lied again. A man's face in the group turned upward. In what light there was I saw his face was lined deeply. He had glasses and a mustache, and his hair was streaked with gray.
"Is she?" he asked.
"Yeah, dad. Don't you remember her visiting us a few years ago?" Soichiro is not stupid.
"GIMME CAKE MY CAKE GIMME MINE!" I said barbarically, snatching the cake away from him. He held out a fork, but I just inhaled it off of the plate. Everyone watched me in astonishment.
"I like a girl who can eat," Matsuda thought dreamily.
"I see you like cake also," L said conversationally. "I like cake, too. I like sugar."
"SHUGAHR! Do you have cheesecake? Cheesecake is my favorite."
The door opened suddenly and an old man rolled in a cart with sweets on it. So this was Watari? He bowed deeply and exited as quietly as he had entered.
"Please help yoursel--"
I had pounced on every plate of cheesecake before he said anything. Before? He was almost finished talking. And FFS, would it kill this Suethor to not characterize her adult, government-employed female like an idiotic 14-year-old?
“Koyuki...?” his voice became a whisper. A smile finally etched itself onto his face when he realized what was going on. He turned around all the way and leaned in so his mouth was by my ear. “You like it, don't you? The scent?”
“N-no.” I said absently. I couldn't let him know, but my 'no' was so unconvincing it wasn't even funny. “I hate it...”
“You want to know what it is, don't you? It's sugared cherry blossoms.”
Oh, I was good. “I don't care...”
“Don't lie to me, Koyuki. You are forbidden to lie to me, and I know when you're lying. I know the truth, but I want to hear you say it. Tell me, what do you truly think of this scent?”
“I hate it,” I said again. My voice was still oddly absent. The perfume he had used, or whatever it was, was just so good...I couldn't take my mind off of it!
“Tell me the truth,” he whispered. His breath trickled down my neck, and I shuttered.
“NO! HE'S ONLY TWELVE!” I screamed inside of my head. “Don't do anything irrational!”
“TELL ME.”
I started crying. He was making it hard for me. “Too young...”
Near kissed where my earlobe connected to just above my jawline. “That doesn't mean anything. Now tell me.”
I closed my eyes and cried. Why couldn't I just kill him? Surely being tortured like this was not worth it. But I just couldn't ever be able to do it...only the bad...only the very worst...I couldn't even kill Light right away, and it was his fault all this was happening. If he wasn't in the investigation, if there just wasn't a Kira in the first place...if I just wasn't able to read minds...
“I love it,” I whispered. “I want it. I want you. I want to taste it. I want to be smothered in it. I want to press myself to you and hope that I can just stay like that forever, with the sweet scent amidst me.”
Near chuckled. “That's what I thought.”
And he pulled me into him.
...this is the part where I stared in horror for about ninety seconds and shrieked.
Light was with some girl with short blondish brown hair named Kiyomi. I immediately didn't like her. Matsuda, L, and Giovanni were out there, too.
And she didn't like me, either. Yep. She was in love with Light. She knew Light was Kira, and she worshipped him for it. And Light was going to use her as a pawn in his games, just like he intended to do with everyone he came across. And he told her what I'd been doing to him, in turn making her hate me. I see how it is.
“So Light,” I said with a smile. “I heard your mother already came and cleaned the crap out of your pants.”
He scowled at me.
“How dare you talk to Light like that!” Kiyomi yelled, shoving a finger in my face.
Oh, no she just di'int. “Listen, lady, he's MY cousin and I do what I want to him. You need to stay out of other people's business.”
“Light's business IS my business, thank you very much.”
“But MY business ISN'T your business, so stay the hell out of my way or I'll rip you to pieces! And I don't CARE about the murder charges!” So this twenty-one-year-old is on a date with a twelve-year-old who looks younger than ten, while spouting vulgarities in front of a stranger about her date, and then threatens death for the perfectly legitimate action of Takada defending Light. Classy. Not only has she stolen Misa's character to make up her Sue, the Suethor's also stealing from Takada.
- Takada's a rapist with a blood fetish
- Near, while 12, knocks up the Sue
- A Life Note comes in somehow
- Time travel happens to undo all the bad things. Not sure if this is because the Sue gets more powers or if it's just because of the Life Note.
Fandom: Death Note
Culprit Author's Name: Konan of the Origami
Full Name (plus titles if any): Starts off with the alias Kaeru Nama. Demands the "clever" codename of Blood Orchid (It was perfect, because I got to choose if people died, really, and I was like a flower...sort of.) from the Japanese Task Force, who due to the Sue's whining, consent to calling her Orchid. Her real name is given as Koyuki Mikazuki.
Full Species(es): mind-reading pedophile Kira!Sue
Hair Color (include adjectives): purple hair
Eye Color (include adjectives): n/a
Unusual Markings/Colorations: It's specified two chapters in a row that the Sue's outfit looks "like it came from 'Rozen Maiden'."
Special Possessions (if any): Has a nail-chewing habit for the sole purpose of being able to point out the Sue and L bite their nails exactly the same way. Conveniently has "connections with the state" so it can later be claimed Gevanni was her best friend and simply because she asked, he destroyed all files on her so she could be legally non-existent, because doing such actions are no big deal and certainly have no repercussions and are totally cool so long as it's between friends.
Annoying Origin: She worked for the government until learning of Kira, when she became a worshiper who quits her job and has her identity erased so she can stalk Light.
Annoying Connections To Canon Characters: Part of the Japanese Task Force, Near's sex slave (when he's twelve)
Annoying Special Abilities: Can read minds. Later for the story's deux ex machina, she suddenly develops the power to KILL...with her MIND.
Other Annoying Traits: Is able to get her hands on the Death Note to write names on "the black space where the rules are" using black ink and rips small pieces out without Light ever noticing.
Please include a small sample of the worst of this story:
Misa kept leaning over the table to Light, and both the movement and her shrill voice (from her mouth AND mind) that carried over the chatter of the other people was seriously annoying me. But it was typical for a preppy blond like her... Loli-goth, American Eagle--I know I confuse the two all the time!
And I suppose it was typical for a person like me to hate a person like her. I hung with the anime crowd--the crowd where true friends are easier to find, the crowd where fun equals going out and throwing water filled plastic eggs at people, playing the Naruto card game, and messing around with each other. I'm envisioning a Hot Topic goth who runs around in public with her friends screaming Invader Zim lines and making a point to always replace "Halloween" with "Samhain."
With my newly dyed purple hair and clothes that looked like it came from 'Rozen Maiden'. But that's getting away from the main point. You're Misa with purple hair.
"So, Light, I was thinking maybe we should go to that new restaurant across town..."
I stood up angrily, making as much noise with my chair as possible, and stomped out of the shop. It was people like her that would bring this world down, and not just the criminals. If only Kira would-- I agree completely. Talkative people with unpleasant voices discussing going out to new restaurants with their significant others is horrific enough to bring about the end of civilization.
"A friend of Light's...?" Sachiko said questionably. "Well, alright...if he said he left his door open for you, go right in." She stepped aside and let me pass into the house. I carried myself up the stairs and stopped in front of his door, pulling out an undone paper and beginning to pick the lock. After a loud click, the knob turned and the door opened smoothly.
"Eat your heart out, smarty." Why do I keep seeing this scenario?! Sweet, quiet housewife ≠ blindly trusting moron. Why do none of these Suethors have Sachiko do something sensible like sit them on the couch in the family room with a cup of tea while she politely chats with them trying to suss out information on them?
"She's a cousin from a long distance away," Light lied again. A man's face in the group turned upward. In what light there was I saw his face was lined deeply. He had glasses and a mustache, and his hair was streaked with gray.
"Is she?" he asked.
"Yeah, dad. Don't you remember her visiting us a few years ago?" Soichiro is not stupid.
"GIMME CAKE MY CAKE GIMME MINE!" I said barbarically, snatching the cake away from him. He held out a fork, but I just inhaled it off of the plate. Everyone watched me in astonishment.
"I like a girl who can eat," Matsuda thought dreamily.
"I see you like cake also," L said conversationally. "I like cake, too. I like sugar."
"SHUGAHR! Do you have cheesecake? Cheesecake is my favorite."
The door opened suddenly and an old man rolled in a cart with sweets on it. So this was Watari? He bowed deeply and exited as quietly as he had entered.
"Please help yoursel--"
I had pounced on every plate of cheesecake before he said anything. Before? He was almost finished talking. And FFS, would it kill this Suethor to not characterize her adult, government-employed female like an idiotic 14-year-old?
“Koyuki...?” his voice became a whisper. A smile finally etched itself onto his face when he realized what was going on. He turned around all the way and leaned in so his mouth was by my ear. “You like it, don't you? The scent?”
“N-no.” I said absently. I couldn't let him know, but my 'no' was so unconvincing it wasn't even funny. “I hate it...”
“You want to know what it is, don't you? It's sugared cherry blossoms.”
Oh, I was good. “I don't care...”
“Don't lie to me, Koyuki. You are forbidden to lie to me, and I know when you're lying. I know the truth, but I want to hear you say it. Tell me, what do you truly think of this scent?”
“I hate it,” I said again. My voice was still oddly absent. The perfume he had used, or whatever it was, was just so good...I couldn't take my mind off of it!
“Tell me the truth,” he whispered. His breath trickled down my neck, and I shuttered.
“NO! HE'S ONLY TWELVE!” I screamed inside of my head. “Don't do anything irrational!”
“TELL ME.”
I started crying. He was making it hard for me. “Too young...”
Near kissed where my earlobe connected to just above my jawline. “That doesn't mean anything. Now tell me.”
I closed my eyes and cried. Why couldn't I just kill him? Surely being tortured like this was not worth it. But I just couldn't ever be able to do it...only the bad...only the very worst...I couldn't even kill Light right away, and it was his fault all this was happening. If he wasn't in the investigation, if there just wasn't a Kira in the first place...if I just wasn't able to read minds...
“I love it,” I whispered. “I want it. I want you. I want to taste it. I want to be smothered in it. I want to press myself to you and hope that I can just stay like that forever, with the sweet scent amidst me.”
Near chuckled. “That's what I thought.”
And he pulled me into him.
...this is the part where I stared in horror for about ninety seconds and shrieked.
Light was with some girl with short blondish brown hair named Kiyomi. I immediately didn't like her. Matsuda, L, and Giovanni were out there, too.
And she didn't like me, either. Yep. She was in love with Light. She knew Light was Kira, and she worshipped him for it. And Light was going to use her as a pawn in his games, just like he intended to do with everyone he came across. And he told her what I'd been doing to him, in turn making her hate me. I see how it is.
“So Light,” I said with a smile. “I heard your mother already came and cleaned the crap out of your pants.”
He scowled at me.
“How dare you talk to Light like that!” Kiyomi yelled, shoving a finger in my face.
Oh, no she just di'int. “Listen, lady, he's MY cousin and I do what I want to him. You need to stay out of other people's business.”
“Light's business IS my business, thank you very much.”
“But MY business ISN'T your business, so stay the hell out of my way or I'll rip you to pieces! And I don't CARE about the murder charges!” So this twenty-one-year-old is on a date with a twelve-year-old who looks younger than ten, while spouting vulgarities in front of a stranger about her date, and then threatens death for the perfectly legitimate action of Takada defending Light. Classy. Not only has she stolen Misa's character to make up her Sue, the Suethor's also stealing from Takada.
- Takada's a rapist with a blood fetish
- Near, while 12, knocks up the Sue
- A Life Note comes in somehow
- Time travel happens to undo all the bad things. Not sure if this is because the Sue gets more powers or if it's just because of the Life Note.