Deadboy Ch 0 Prelude
A/N: I do not own Death Note.
Warning: Whole series spoilers.
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It was five years since the Kira case came to an end and Shuichi Aizawa, Chief of the N.P.A. was just out taking a stroll with his daughter in the park. It was a rarity these days what with his job and her school schedule they barely saw each other. She was a college student now-Aizawa reminded himself-though to him she was still his little girl, he just wanted to protect her. All the more so after what happened...
Kazuki would have been starting high school this year...
Aizawa was brought out of his morbid thoughts when he heard his daughter comment "Eh? What's this? A notebook? It... just fell from the sky..."
Aizawa blanched. No... It couldn't be!
Yes, there it was a black notebook lying on the ground. Aizawa saw his daughter reaching for it...
"Yumi, DON'T TOUCH IT!"
"Eh?"
Yumi was only puzzled as her father dove for it and snatched it away before his daughter could take hold of the notebook.
"Jeez, dad. Chill!"
It looked like one, it felt like one. But there was no label, no instructions... (But then they didn't typically come with instructions...)
His daughter was still looking at him worriedly.
"I'm sorry, Yumi. It was probably nothin-"
Aizawa stopped when he suddenly heard the sound of fluttering wings behind him.
"Man, what a pain..." someone grumbled. They had been all alone here a moment before.
That voice...
No! It just can't... He's DEAD!
Aizawa turned around slowly... and confirmed it.
His former boss-Light Yagami.
A.k.a. Kira the mass-murderer.
"Hello there," the dead boy smiled cheerily and gave a little wave.
Aizawa nearly had a heart attack.
He was easily recognizable. He hadn't aged a day... no if anything it appeared he had gotten younger... like he had somehow regressed to his teens...
Seventeen. Aizawa had realized upon going over and over the facts of the Kira case knowing what they did now. He would have been seventeen when he started killing as Kira.
But that wasn't the oddest thing. The Light Yagami he knew would never let himself look so disheveled. He was wearing a ragged, torn black dress shirt and pants (were those the clothes he died in?), a nice red jacket and a red tie which he wore wrapped around his head like a headband. He had a bookbag slung over his shoulder and a bone scythe chained to his back between his fluffy white wings (you've got to be kidding me!) and flowing red-brown hair and etheral, porcelain skin, Light looked positively angelic... but for his eyes, which permanently glowed a malevolent shade of red.
Light's new look was finished off with just a hint of cute little fangs and claws. The slight Shinigami features only made him look prettier.
Aizawa felt a flash of envy. (Yes, even as an undead, inhuman monster he looks nicer than you could ever be.)
"You..." Aizawa growled in a low voice. To Aizawa's further frustration Light seemed bewildered by his hostile tone. As scary and inhuman as he looked, Light could still manage the "why are you yelling at me" puppy dog eyes just fine.
"Dad?" Yumi asked with some concern as her father seemed to be glaring at the empty air. "Who are you talking to?"
"She can't see or hear me unless she touches the notebook," Light explained helpfully.
I know that! And you KNOW I know that.
Aizawa rubbed his temples along his prematurely graying hair. "It's nothing sweetie, I'm just... tired. Let's go home..."
Light curiously observed the exchange between father and daughter. "She's worried about you."
"Keep her out of this!" Aizawa hissed under his breath.
Aizawa was again baffled by Light's response or lack thereof. There was no mocking, taunts, or threats. Light simply shrugged and said "Okay," spread his wings and floated silently along behind them.
Aizawa walked his daughter back to her dorm room and again assured her that everything was fine before leaving for the night.
Leaving him to walk home alone...
All alone with Light Yagami.
As he walked along the empty street Aizawa demanded of the silent specter floating at his shoulder.
"Are you here to kill me?"
"Well... yes. Eventually..."
Aizawa chuckled bitterly. No, of course the sadistic bastard would want him to suffer first.
"It's just the rules, nothing personal. Unless you give up the notebook, of course..."
Aizawa was floored. "What?"
"If you don't want the Death Note just give it to another human or give it back to me and you'll forget I was ever here... or burn it or whatever. You're the owner. That notebook is yours to do with as you please."
What the hell? "Wouldn't you... wouldn't you be upset if I did that?"
"Yeah, but it's no big deal..." Light shrugged and readjusted the strap of his bookbag. "I've won plenty of others playing at the Throwing Stones. I'll just drop another one and find someone else to hang out with..." Then Aizawa heard Light mutter something along the lines of "...Maybe someone who isn't so old..." and felt a vein pop in his forehead.
So if he forfeited Light would just toss another one for some poor schmuck to pick up? Aizawa thought to his horror how it was almost Yumi… Was that his revenge then? Was he going to force him to kill as Kira?
"No, I am not doing this!" Aizawa shouted, not caring if anyone heard. "I don't care what sick plan you've come up with now! I'm through playing your games, Light Yagami!"
"Who's Light?" the Shinigami blinked, looking genuinely puzzled. "Oh, I'm sorry, I'm being rude..." Light fluttered to the ground, wrapped his wings cape-like around his back, and bowed deeply and politely. "I'm Kira," Light said with a charming smile on his face-as if that name didn't still strike the fear of God into the heart of humanity. "I'm a Shinigami, you know, a God of Death, it's a pleasure to meet you!"