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 Posted: Wed May 16, 2007 10:06 pm
January 13, 2012: Nearly two years after Kira disappeared from the world, and yet his presence is still strongly felt. Many believe that Kira is still watching and waiting while others have come to accept his absence. Many pray for the day when he will return to pass his righteous judgment. A clear division can be seen in the world: those who still support Kira and those who continue to fear him. Many now wonder if Kira has become a necessity, questioning the sudden rise in crime since he stopped punishing the “wicked”.
More importantly, though, the unsung “heroes” who stood against Kira are no longer among the living. Near, the true successor to Lawliet as L, was the last alive to know the truth about Kira. His death at 12:01am on January the thirteenth goes completely unnoticed by the general populace.
The impact of Raito’s alter ego, Kira, even reached the Realm of the Shinigami. By the time of his death, many Shinigami had started keeping a steady eye on him from their world. Many had even begun placing bets on the fate of him and his perfect world. Afterwards, many found it boring to live as they once had. A new thrill was born, one in which humans where pitted against one another. In order to do so, though, the Shinigami had to find ways to bend the rules (or face harsh punishment). Ryuk’s boredom was truly over, but upon returning to his realm the mischievous Shinigami met an angry king. The King of the Shinigami was very displeased with the current state of things and saw fit to place all the blame solely on Ryuk.
As Shinigami enter the human world, the successors of L are aware that something is up. Those left behind at the orphanage of Quillish Wammy’s and others just like it begin their own movements. Some know more then others and some know nothing at all. Some think on how to save the world from the apparently inevitable while others seek only to save themselves. What is to become of this world of secrets and lies?
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2007 10:08 pm
Gisella Annalise Horzag found herself once again uninspired in the horror club. Currently they were watching another creature attacking teenagers and naive adults. For the love of all that was good and holy, could they get some originality here? Right now she could have been aiming to get into a university but no, she had expected something exciting would have been happening in the horror club.
As soon as the movie ended, the president, Tomi, turned the telly off. He flashed a considerably perfect smile at the members. His little fanclub of girls who had no interest of horror in the least (and were only there to see him) sighed in unison. “Thank you, Ava, for bringing a movie in. So, tell me, everyone. What did we think of Killer Leeches?”
The German blonde girl laughed lightly. No way could she suppress her thoughts towards the movie. “Call me crazy but I could have sworn it was just like Leeches Attack and any other cheesy leech attacking movie we’ve watched. Why don’t we get another psychological horror?”
Tomi’s smile faded once she spoke. “Giselle... Sometimes, I honestly don’t know what to do with you.” He approached her, a rather malicious look on his face; it was only natural that all of Tomi’s friends and fans glared at her. The hate between the two of them had run deep ever since Giselle had won the horror writing contest.
Giselle arched an eyebrow at him. “What to do with me? You’re certainly not my mother. So if you have a problem with my opinion, you can choke on an oyster for all I care. I brought in Perfume and people liked it. I enjoyed the thrill it brought.” Perfume was a rather eloquent horror movie. It was psychologically and physically disturbing for some and Giselle loved the rush of adrenaline that she got when watching it in a room where little fangirls screamed.
Naturally, one of the fan girls complained. “I had nightmares!” Another fan girl looked confused regarding the oyster comment, obviously unaware of Tomi's allergies.
“What are you doing in the horror club if you didn’t want to be scared? You can leave any time.” Giselle cocked her head, her emerald eyes gleaming. It was extremely amusing to see the little Tomi fan girls freak out at the littlest things.
Frustrated, Tomi adjourned the horror club. “Giselle, stay behind. We need to talk.”
Meanwhile, a mahogany-skinned shinigami guffawed. Served that little blonde right! This shinigami was called Erael and he was excited to see if they were going to fight in a battle of wits or a battle of fists. Holding his spare Death Note, he watched and waited. His yellow shinigami eyes were locked on Tomi, the Pacific Islander that intrigued him. Oh, how fun this would be! Once all had gone except for the bickering Giselle and Tomi, he hurled the spare Death Note onto the Earth.
Bitter and in ire, Giselle stormed outside. However, she paused as she saw a little black notebook on the ground. “What’s this?” Perhaps it was a diary that one of Tomi’s fan girls owned. Picking up the Death Note, she examined it and began reading the basic rules that Erael had written on the inside cover page. What a weird joke. She slipped it inside her backpack and headed home; Giselle was naive to the fact that Erael was cursing much profanity in the shinigami realm.
Erael was going absolutely insane. How the hell could he have screwed up so bad?! As he glanced down to Tomi, he frowned. His chosen one... did not even have a chance to experience the joys of the Death Note. He then glared off to the blonde girl. Not only was he going to force her to make Tomi a Death Note carrier but he was going to torture her into doing so.
Giselle attended cram school on the usual time. None of the information was new. However, it was practice for tests. Several colleges had requested her to come to their colleges. Yet, any college that accepted imbecilic students who were excellent at sports and nothing else... Well, she simply tossed those certain request letters into the waste basket.
Perhaps any Ivy League school would accept her. Or Cambridge, Oxford, Tokyo University. All of those would be far away from here, away from her family. So long as Gisella Horzag’s grades were perfect, her mother was content. After all, with Giselle’s intelligence and capabilities, she was sure that she could receive a full-ride scholarship in all of her arrogant ambitions that she was well aware of.
Her emerald eyes scanned across the room, occasionally meeting with other wandering irises. One boy appeared to be rather smitten. If she was going to date, much less like a boy, he would need to be virtually near her own intelligence. Whether he be the same, a little lower, or far ahead of her, it matter not. Giselle was not one to find dating to be competition against one’s significant other. If it was to be any sort of competition, it would be against other couples.
Giselle recollected her first boyfriend who was more book smart than strikingly intelligent. He was the unofficial president of the Fight Club. The club was more brutal than the Martial Arts Club simply because in the Fight Club they had the saying “everything goes”; it meant they had to think on their feet, literally. Apparently it was a big turn-on for him to be defeated by a girl. An unexpected sweep was all it took to leave gawking at the ceiling.
Giselle despised his ‘irritation issues.’ He had approached her in ire one day, screaming that she had been cheating on him. The very moment he struck her face was the end of the relationship: she had been faithful to him until he attempted to defile her beauty right then. Thankfully, he did not succeed in his endeavor. Otherwise, Giselle’s vanity would have overridden basic thinking processes and bloodlust might have replaced it.
The second boyfriend was far more intelligent than her to the state of sheer genius. She was almost 16 and he was 13. Both of them were sophomores. However, their relationship was cut rather short because he moved out of Germany to take another leap in his education by attending Oxford University as a freshman there. Giselle honestly missed that scrawny pale guy. His nerdy and timid nature was such a wonderful contrast to her first boyfriend.
Okay, time to stop thinking of ex-boyfriends. Right now she needed to have vague focus on her studies.
...Lies! The main contributor for her being here was to have an excuse not to go home. Placing her hands on the cheap desk, she sighed exasperatly as she arose to her feet. What am I doing here she inquired rhetorically to herself as she exited the classroom whilst she ignored ominous glares.
“What are you doing, little girl?” taunted Erael. He awaited her, hidden. He would torment this girl like a ghost in a horror story simply for the sake that his chosen was the president and she was the brat that didn’t get scared all too easy when she watched movies.
Giselle veered, her long blonde hair whipping behind her. No one was there. How odd. Putting that matter aside, she continued about her way. Perhaps she could slip into Chinatown to purchase a few of those red bean filled dumplings covered with sesame seeds. What were those things called, anyway?
Why wasn’t she affected yet? “I would have imagined you would have grown up pure, like a little angel, Sweetheart.”
Giselle paused. Father... Lunging foreword, she began dashing out of the cram school. No! Her father was long dead and he would never return. She was no Faust; she wasn’t a necromancer capable of selling her soul to the devil for something in return. Death would show her no kindness and she certainly had no control over it.
Erael cackled maliciously. He would be her stalker, the voice in her head, the monster plaguing her. “You can run, Love, but you cannot escape me, no matter how hard you try.” He smirked upon seeing her shudder. This was going to be entertaining. How long would it take for her to break? IF she died, he would give the Death Note to Tomi. Erael would never have any need to taunt Tomi. On the contrary, he would have a jolly good time with his prodigy.
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