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This is a non-beyblade story (for a change) and I decided to go for the anime Death note as my new canvas, please: C&C's
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Deep in a containment centre a rugged man strode silently towards a rusted cell, coated in thick grease. The footsteps echoed menacingly in the confined area, drowning out the silence. The man showed no remorse nor was he mad. He was heartless, a monster. Kata Hagichi thought about what had happened to his life after his wife died. It had fallen apart like a book in a storm. Voices from a time now past were brought to mind, insults, and children. Well he had gotten his revenge. His torture was over … His heart beat gently. Da-Dum… da-Dum … da-Dum…
He fell. Down into the darkness that swirled around him, sucking the dregs of life from his body he fell. Knives stabbed into his heart, letting pain seep from the deep wounds. He heard voices echo like bubbles in the ocean, frantic, he heard a siren and then nothing more.
“Breaking news the convict Kata Hagichi has died while being escorted to his cell…†droned the news reporter in Sol’s room, exactly 40 seconds later. His eyes flashed suddenly open, his breathing became sharp and he stood up knocking over his chair. He frantically picked up the matte black TV remote and flicked over the channel. The same. And again. And again. Sol looked at the rough leather bound book. He was going to cleanse the world. One person at a time.
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Chapter 1
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The sound of shinigami
The time was exactly 3:37 PM when it happened. Sol Yataga trod slowly on a patch of grass sprouting from beneath the dusty pavement. The vibrant yellow flower against the dull grey concrete, the sight was Beautiful. Sol sighed. The world needed curing, it was sick. The criminals had diseased the planet, and needed stopping. Why couldn’t they just lead a normal life? He gritted his teeth. Father… His foot came crashing down on the flower, grinding it into the floor, the petals soaring into the sky, blown away by a gentle breeze. Silence. Beautiful silence. And then something that would change Sol’s life forever fell before him. A leather bound notebook.
‘A death note huh?’ Sol pondered, ‘I think I’ve heard of this once.’ He spun his pen around on his fingers, tapping with his other hand. The curtains fluttered in the wind, casting shadows along the wall. They danced in unison matching each others moves, a hypnotic ceremony. Sol flipped open the notebook, scanning the pages, his eyes widened. Heart beating fast he leaned back in his chair. It creaked gently. He closed his eyes. He heard a noise. They snapped back open and he spun in his chair to see a menacing figure looming over him. It was tall and skeletal, gangly. He wore a biker’s jacket, the colour of the harshest desert. He also wore a mask that covered his eyes, as black as the midnight sky. His hair was spiked up to needle sharp points and his eyes were moonlight grey. He wore grey jeans and plimsolls; he would have looked like a normal person if it wasn’t for his sudden appearance in the room and the fact the death note said a shinigami would appear when the death note was picked up by a human.
“So,†He said in a hypnotic voice, “You are the human who picked up this wretched notebook?†He chuckled softly. “Good luck, the average person goes insane after a while when I appear. Many chose to pass the note on, and you can too if you want.â€
“Why would I give away this gift from the gods?†Sol said softly “and how do I know this isn’t a prank and you didn’t climb through that window?†He gestured silently at the open window. “Why not give the note a go Sol Yataga?†laughed the shinigami sending a shiver down Sol’s spine. Slowly he turned in his chair and picked up a pen, flicked open the notebook again and glanced over at the TV. A man’s face had flashed up on the screen following the announcement ‘Murderer of 4’. “The residents of White Leaf village were devastated when a man forced his way into a secondary school and shot down 4 students in year 10.†Explained the presenter, a sorrowful look cast his face. “The mans name is Kata Hagichi aged 32.â€
Sol began to write.
The time was exactly 3:37 PM when it happened. Sol Yataga trod slowly on a patch of grass sprouting from beneath the dusty pavement. The vibrant yellow flower against the dull grey concrete, the sight was Beautiful. Sol sighed. The world needed curing, it was sick. The criminals had diseased the planet, and needed stopping. Why couldn’t they just lead a normal life? He gritted his teeth. Father… His foot came crashing down on the flower, grinding it into the floor, the petals soaring into the sky, blown away by a gentle breeze. Silence. Beautiful silence. And then something that would change Sol’s life forever fell before him. A leather bound notebook.
‘A death note huh?’ Sol pondered, ‘I think I’ve heard of this once.’ He spun his pen around on his fingers, tapping with his other hand. The curtains fluttered in the wind, casting shadows along the wall. They danced in unison matching each others moves, a hypnotic ceremony. Sol flipped open the notebook, scanning the pages, his eyes widened. Heart beating fast he leaned back in his chair. It creaked gently. He closed his eyes. He heard a noise. They snapped back open and he spun in his chair to see a menacing figure looming over him. It was tall and skeletal, gangly. He wore a biker’s jacket, the colour of the harshest desert. He also wore a mask that covered his eyes, as black as the midnight sky. His hair was spiked up to needle sharp points and his eyes were moonlight grey. He wore grey jeans and plimsolls; he would have looked like a normal person if it wasn’t for his sudden appearance in the room and the fact the death note said a shinigami would appear when the death note was picked up by a human.
“So,†He said in a hypnotic voice, “You are the human who picked up this wretched notebook?†He chuckled softly. “Good luck, the average person goes insane after a while when I appear. Many chose to pass the note on, and you can too if you want.â€
“Why would I give away this gift from the gods?†Sol said softly “and how do I know this isn’t a prank and you didn’t climb through that window?†He gestured silently at the open window. “Why not give the note a go Sol Yataga?†laughed the shinigami sending a shiver down Sol’s spine. Slowly he turned in his chair and picked up a pen, flicked open the notebook again and glanced over at the TV. A man’s face had flashed up on the screen following the announcement ‘Murderer of 4’. “The residents of White Leaf village were devastated when a man forced his way into a secondary school and shot down 4 students in year 10.†Explained the presenter, a sorrowful look cast his face. “The mans name is Kata Hagichi aged 32.â€
Sol began to write.
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Deep in a containment centre a rugged man strode silently towards a rusted cell, coated in thick grease. The footsteps echoed menacingly in the confined area, drowning out the silence. The man showed no remorse nor was he mad. He was heartless, a monster. Kata Hagichi thought about what had happened to his life after his wife died. It had fallen apart like a book in a storm. Voices from a time now past were brought to mind, insults, and children. Well he had gotten his revenge. His torture was over … His heart beat gently. Da-Dum… da-Dum … da-Dum…
He fell. Down into the darkness that swirled around him, sucking the dregs of life from his body he fell. Knives stabbed into his heart, letting pain seep from the deep wounds. He heard voices echo like bubbles in the ocean, frantic, he heard a siren and then nothing more.
“Breaking news the convict Kata Hagichi has died while being escorted to his cell…†droned the news reporter in Sol’s room, exactly 40 seconds later. His eyes flashed suddenly open, his breathing became sharp and he stood up knocking over his chair. He frantically picked up the matte black TV remote and flicked over the channel. The same. And again. And again. Sol looked at the rough leather bound book. He was going to cleanse the world. One person at a time.
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