Kira C
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Death Note › Crossovers
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,393
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Death Note or MPD Psycho, nor do I make money from writing this.
Chigau
Kira C
Chapter 2: Chigau
The News drummed along in the background as Machi Isono read through the records on the laptop, the door opened and shut quietly while she sipped some coffee from an unadorned cup. The cup clinked as she placed it back on the table. Footsteps approaching paused and the sounds of wind and life outside reached into the interior of the building as the pause progressed to the weariest silence.
“Amamiya….” Her lips silently mouthed the rest before falling still as she followed the man’s eyes. The depthful irises behind his glasses behind the News unflinchingly -- not the main headline about the human-flowerpots, but another more extensive case that had Japan in its grip and the world at bated breath.
Isono watched Amamiya’s eyes for a moment before glancing at the television, her gaze gradually returning to the laptop where her work remained displayed. Her coffee silently cooled.
“Kira, huh? That doesn’t seem connected to our investigation.” Isono took out a cigarette and lit it, her sentence drawing the dark-haired man from the screen. Those light irises glinted magnetically for a brief breath before Amamiya switched off the TV and sat down. The cool, intelligence returned to his features, and he leaned against the sturdy, wooden back of the chair. “No hacked up bodies or other atrocious crime scenes….”
“That’ll make the culprit hard to catch. Even harder to convict, without physical evidence no one would believe anyone but a god could kill needing just a name and face.” Amamiya wiped off his glasses lens’s nonchalantly, his eyes closed briefly as he placed them back over his nose. “Though needing a face and name proves the culprit’s human after all.”
“You’ve been following the case? But….it started before you were released.”
“I thought it interesting that I failed to be targeted -- criminals convicted of lesser crimes have been. Does my living say more about me or Kira?”
Isono inhaled briefly on the cigarette pressed against her lips, before setting the burning stick in the ashtray; her exhale released the smoke into swirling coils as she questioned Amamiya with her eyes. Silence buzzed through the room before Isono sighed and turned her full attention to the laptop screen.
“Do you think Kira could have a connection to the Eye Bank and Barcode mystery?”
“Who knows. Unless we find a suspect, we can’t check. There’s also the current investigation to focus on. Has the architect of the Flower Children building been checked out yet?”
“It’s being done.” Isono watched as Amamiya nodded and left the room, making his way to the couch in the neighboring room. She glanced after him once before putting out her cigarette and powering down the computer; her cell-phone out and open before she reached the door.
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Falling. The sensation of wind crashing around, billowing and curling like heavy tendrils wrapped around his limbs. The floor beneath his feet swallowed up by darkness, the black void warm and filled with air that pressed down on his lungs. The tendrils felt like hands grabbing for him, the slightest touch raising gooseflesh as millions of eyes opened -- surrounding him. The whites turned gray. The burning smell of ash filled his nose while he watched them turn grayer, burning through space as the deepest shadow of the matter-less black-hole. Millions surrounded him. The space of nothingness magnified and multiplied.
His heart pumped heavily against the pressure engulfing his lungs, limbs, and other organs. His skin still cradled by the thousand eyes of nothingness, the gooseflesh tingling over his body and along his spine. Burning. His left eye grew hot and slivers kneaded into the whites, the burning heat pulsed almost as though it had a heartbeat. He clenched his teeth while his hands clawed at his assaulted eye, finding then that his eye remained closed. A quick check of the other one revealed the same.
Removing his hands, allowing them to remain limp as his sides, he opened his eyes; the lids fluttering open to a world of red.
Surrounding him, the concrete buildings dripped crimson -- his hand reached out and felt the sticky warmth trickling from the heavens. Blood. The red residue clotted on the streets, the fresh trickles splattered against him and the ground. He realized he stood up, on shaky feet that otherwise supported his weight without defect. The burning of his eye stopped, though his vision blurred as drops of crimson fell on his forehead and dripped down.
“Where….” He heard ruffling behind him, his 180 bringing him face to face with a scarlet fog that gradually twisted into gray. Beyond the low clouds a figure stood in shadow -- rigid, unmoving as the blood rain pelted on them both. All detail of the figure blurred to black, leaving only an outline, a silhouette against the backdrop of crimson.
He saw the person drop a book.
Without thinking he ran toward the silhouette, surprised that the figure moved not even an inch. Though the black shadows cloaking the figure kept the face and body obscure.
“Who….” He glanced down at the book, the sleek and thin design suggested a school notebook. Yet he could see nothing but the deep black coloring it. The fog soon engulfed it and he felt himself falling once more.
Suddenly, he heard laughter pound into his ears, surrounding him in the shadow-wilderness. The laughter filled the void that magnified the nothingness, the sharp daggers of sound bursting through. He recognized that laughter.
“Shi…Shi…Shinji….”
He hit the ground and everything grew cold.
0
Colors assaulted his eyes in blurs as he opened them -- or rather when they opened to him. He stood in the natural rain, drenched and shivering in front of the private research lab, Isono next to him with an umbrella.
“Amamiya…where’ve you been all this time?”
“…I don’t know….they’re gone…my memories…of the last few days…”
‘All that’s left is that dream…’ He returned inside with Isono, taking off his jacket while the woman got him a towel to dry off. He slipped off his shoes as he dried his hair and face, his gaze settling on Isono’s.
“The investigation….the architect Ueno….”
“Dead. He was killed by Kira shortly after you disappeared.” Isono handed Amamiya a cup of coffee while she placed a cigarette to her lips. “Barely an hour after the media broadcast Ueno’s name and face live, he was found -- dead of heart failure.”
“What? Kira….”
“Not only that, seems that there’s another Kira out there. A few days ago this second Kira took a TV station hostage and broadcast who he would kill while demanding that the detective in charge of the Kira investigation, L, reveal himself.”
“A second Kira…what happened?” Amamiya followed Isono to the table and sat, sipping the coffee as an afterthought. The warmth filled him, though it failed to comfort him beyond chasing some coldness away.
“Nothing since that incident. Those working the Kira case have released a recording asking Kira II to back down. And a recording supposedly from Kira I has been broadcast, but it seems Kira II has disappeared as sudden as he appeared.”
Amamiya stared into his coffee cup, the deep black reflecting the light above and his face. He sat in silence, while in the neighboring room Miwa turned on the TV, the News headline scrolling across the screen.
“Oh man….I wanted to see her in concert too….” Miwa whined from the couch, and turned up the volume of the TV. The Newscaster voice reached Amamiya’s ears the second after he took another sip of coffee.
-- “It’s just been discovered that the upcoming model and singer Misa Amane, also known by her stage name Misa-Misa, who went missing a few days ago has been found dead in an alley two hours ago. Police have yet to release an official cause of death, though it seems she fell from a great height…..” --
Amamiya dropped the coffee cup and blacked out.
A/N: Hahaha! Misa’s dead before she could meet Light! Who killed her though? And what about the Death Note? And does Amamiya (or any of his personalities) have something to do with it? I’m reinvigorated with ideas so anything could happen (all thanks to my reviewers on Adultfanfiction .net, no one seems to be reading it on fanfiction .net, maybe it’s too hard to find there?)
(I think you can tell I don’t like Misa all that much, since she indirectly causes my beloved L’s death in the canon. But now she’s gone….and L is safe, at least from unexpected Shinigami interference.)
(Chapter 2 title “Chigau” means “to be different” signifies the divergence of the canon plotlines.) (Chapter 1 title “Yume” means dream.)
Chapter 2: Chigau
The News drummed along in the background as Machi Isono read through the records on the laptop, the door opened and shut quietly while she sipped some coffee from an unadorned cup. The cup clinked as she placed it back on the table. Footsteps approaching paused and the sounds of wind and life outside reached into the interior of the building as the pause progressed to the weariest silence.
“Amamiya….” Her lips silently mouthed the rest before falling still as she followed the man’s eyes. The depthful irises behind his glasses behind the News unflinchingly -- not the main headline about the human-flowerpots, but another more extensive case that had Japan in its grip and the world at bated breath.
Isono watched Amamiya’s eyes for a moment before glancing at the television, her gaze gradually returning to the laptop where her work remained displayed. Her coffee silently cooled.
“Kira, huh? That doesn’t seem connected to our investigation.” Isono took out a cigarette and lit it, her sentence drawing the dark-haired man from the screen. Those light irises glinted magnetically for a brief breath before Amamiya switched off the TV and sat down. The cool, intelligence returned to his features, and he leaned against the sturdy, wooden back of the chair. “No hacked up bodies or other atrocious crime scenes….”
“That’ll make the culprit hard to catch. Even harder to convict, without physical evidence no one would believe anyone but a god could kill needing just a name and face.” Amamiya wiped off his glasses lens’s nonchalantly, his eyes closed briefly as he placed them back over his nose. “Though needing a face and name proves the culprit’s human after all.”
“You’ve been following the case? But….it started before you were released.”
“I thought it interesting that I failed to be targeted -- criminals convicted of lesser crimes have been. Does my living say more about me or Kira?”
Isono inhaled briefly on the cigarette pressed against her lips, before setting the burning stick in the ashtray; her exhale released the smoke into swirling coils as she questioned Amamiya with her eyes. Silence buzzed through the room before Isono sighed and turned her full attention to the laptop screen.
“Do you think Kira could have a connection to the Eye Bank and Barcode mystery?”
“Who knows. Unless we find a suspect, we can’t check. There’s also the current investigation to focus on. Has the architect of the Flower Children building been checked out yet?”
“It’s being done.” Isono watched as Amamiya nodded and left the room, making his way to the couch in the neighboring room. She glanced after him once before putting out her cigarette and powering down the computer; her cell-phone out and open before she reached the door.
0
Falling. The sensation of wind crashing around, billowing and curling like heavy tendrils wrapped around his limbs. The floor beneath his feet swallowed up by darkness, the black void warm and filled with air that pressed down on his lungs. The tendrils felt like hands grabbing for him, the slightest touch raising gooseflesh as millions of eyes opened -- surrounding him. The whites turned gray. The burning smell of ash filled his nose while he watched them turn grayer, burning through space as the deepest shadow of the matter-less black-hole. Millions surrounded him. The space of nothingness magnified and multiplied.
His heart pumped heavily against the pressure engulfing his lungs, limbs, and other organs. His skin still cradled by the thousand eyes of nothingness, the gooseflesh tingling over his body and along his spine. Burning. His left eye grew hot and slivers kneaded into the whites, the burning heat pulsed almost as though it had a heartbeat. He clenched his teeth while his hands clawed at his assaulted eye, finding then that his eye remained closed. A quick check of the other one revealed the same.
Removing his hands, allowing them to remain limp as his sides, he opened his eyes; the lids fluttering open to a world of red.
Surrounding him, the concrete buildings dripped crimson -- his hand reached out and felt the sticky warmth trickling from the heavens. Blood. The red residue clotted on the streets, the fresh trickles splattered against him and the ground. He realized he stood up, on shaky feet that otherwise supported his weight without defect. The burning of his eye stopped, though his vision blurred as drops of crimson fell on his forehead and dripped down.
“Where….” He heard ruffling behind him, his 180 bringing him face to face with a scarlet fog that gradually twisted into gray. Beyond the low clouds a figure stood in shadow -- rigid, unmoving as the blood rain pelted on them both. All detail of the figure blurred to black, leaving only an outline, a silhouette against the backdrop of crimson.
He saw the person drop a book.
Without thinking he ran toward the silhouette, surprised that the figure moved not even an inch. Though the black shadows cloaking the figure kept the face and body obscure.
“Who….” He glanced down at the book, the sleek and thin design suggested a school notebook. Yet he could see nothing but the deep black coloring it. The fog soon engulfed it and he felt himself falling once more.
Suddenly, he heard laughter pound into his ears, surrounding him in the shadow-wilderness. The laughter filled the void that magnified the nothingness, the sharp daggers of sound bursting through. He recognized that laughter.
“Shi…Shi…Shinji….”
He hit the ground and everything grew cold.
0
Colors assaulted his eyes in blurs as he opened them -- or rather when they opened to him. He stood in the natural rain, drenched and shivering in front of the private research lab, Isono next to him with an umbrella.
“Amamiya…where’ve you been all this time?”
“…I don’t know….they’re gone…my memories…of the last few days…”
‘All that’s left is that dream…’ He returned inside with Isono, taking off his jacket while the woman got him a towel to dry off. He slipped off his shoes as he dried his hair and face, his gaze settling on Isono’s.
“The investigation….the architect Ueno….”
“Dead. He was killed by Kira shortly after you disappeared.” Isono handed Amamiya a cup of coffee while she placed a cigarette to her lips. “Barely an hour after the media broadcast Ueno’s name and face live, he was found -- dead of heart failure.”
“What? Kira….”
“Not only that, seems that there’s another Kira out there. A few days ago this second Kira took a TV station hostage and broadcast who he would kill while demanding that the detective in charge of the Kira investigation, L, reveal himself.”
“A second Kira…what happened?” Amamiya followed Isono to the table and sat, sipping the coffee as an afterthought. The warmth filled him, though it failed to comfort him beyond chasing some coldness away.
“Nothing since that incident. Those working the Kira case have released a recording asking Kira II to back down. And a recording supposedly from Kira I has been broadcast, but it seems Kira II has disappeared as sudden as he appeared.”
Amamiya stared into his coffee cup, the deep black reflecting the light above and his face. He sat in silence, while in the neighboring room Miwa turned on the TV, the News headline scrolling across the screen.
“Oh man….I wanted to see her in concert too….” Miwa whined from the couch, and turned up the volume of the TV. The Newscaster voice reached Amamiya’s ears the second after he took another sip of coffee.
-- “It’s just been discovered that the upcoming model and singer Misa Amane, also known by her stage name Misa-Misa, who went missing a few days ago has been found dead in an alley two hours ago. Police have yet to release an official cause of death, though it seems she fell from a great height…..” --
Amamiya dropped the coffee cup and blacked out.
A/N: Hahaha! Misa’s dead before she could meet Light! Who killed her though? And what about the Death Note? And does Amamiya (or any of his personalities) have something to do with it? I’m reinvigorated with ideas so anything could happen (all thanks to my reviewers on Adultfanfiction .net, no one seems to be reading it on fanfiction .net, maybe it’s too hard to find there?)
(I think you can tell I don’t like Misa all that much, since she indirectly causes my beloved L’s death in the canon. But now she’s gone….and L is safe, at least from unexpected Shinigami interference.)
(Chapter 2 title “Chigau” means “to be different” signifies the divergence of the canon plotlines.) (Chapter 1 title “Yume” means dream.)