The tale of a Shinigami
I've had this idea in my mind for quite a long time and…why not?
I don't think someone has written something like this in the two months I've been waiting
Warning: death note spoilers for…eh…uhms… some anime chapter before nº25…if 'Jealous' means something to you…then you don't need this warning
Summary:
Tsuzuki wanted to write a story. Not long ago, he had read a manga that seemed pretty unreal, he was a shinigami after all and would know! But it gave him the shivers to think otherwise. Tsusoka, AU, death note cross over (kinda)
Disclaimer: I don't own death note nor yami no matsuei
-to my cousin and the beautiful flowery garden-
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Chapter one
It had been hunting him for days.
So why not write to letting it go?
He might even show it to Hisoka…he loves reading so much…
Tsuzuki giggled, pulling out the typewriter for he preferred to write old-style than to write with a computer
In the Realm of the Shinigami a figure gazed upon Earth
He was the most handsome of them all, his chocolate brown hair hung over his eyes as he stared down, deep in thought, at the vortex that separated both worlds. His haunting violet eyes searched for a certain book…a very important possession of his he had accidentally dropped during a game of poker with another shinigami, not even half as good-looking, mind you.
Without previous warning he plunged headfirst into the whirlpool of shades of gray and soft blue. He had spotted his target.
Somewhere in Earth a boy cried alone
He had no friends, no family, no home, no life; he belonged to the hospital, doctors, nurses and the rest of the staff there
He was only allowed to go out once a week, 'out' being the hospital private garden
What had inflicted so much damage upon him, you might ask?
His parents had neglected him since he was a baby
He was eventually given up for adoption
The doctor at the orphanage had raped him
And now this…
Cancer
He couldn't fight it
And he was so weakened from the chemotherapy and the many scars that the hospital robes hid
He didn't like to go outside
He was glad that he was forced out at three in the afternoon, he had somewhere to hide from the merciless sun.
He hated the sun, he hated the nicely trimmed grass, he loathed the outside world
Yet the nurses insisted that he go outside and 'play', catch some sunrays, tan himself a bit, stretch his limbs and practice walking, etcetcetc
They had a million reasons for him to go outside
Yet he found them all illogical
Who could he play with?
How would he tan himself a little if he only sat one hour outside and under the shade?
Why should he stretch his limbs and do exercise, if he was going to die soon?
The nurses used to promise him that he'd make it, that he had to have a nice tan and he couldn't forget how to walk because, they said, once he was out of the hospital the girls would be all over him, because of his beautiful green eyes and flaxen hair
Just another cruel lie
He knew that everything was lost
And how he despised those who mocked him
Who tried to cheer him up with false promises
He wanted them gone
Then, a miracle occurred
A book fell from the sky, landing right in front of his crossed legs
It read 'Death Note'
'Probably an attempt from someone upstairs to find out how much I hate them'
Hisoka tilted his head all the way back to look at the tall building standing just behind him. He could see that some windows were wide open
'Still…it's only a joke so…how much harm could my curiosity cause?'
He slipped the note into his coat, wrapping himself in it for the wind was becoming each time more chilly. He had now an excuse to go back to his room
There was one particular nurse who he didn't hate
Sadly, she was gone now
She used to serve him hot tea and they would talk about books
Any kind of books
Hisoka was too tired to read sometimes and she would spend hours next to his bed reading for him
She was like the mother he never had
A tiny bit of him died wit her, when doctor Kiba murdered her
He had seen
He knew
Yet no one would believe him
Who would they trust more: a hallucinating boy with leukaemia who obviously hated a certain doctor and had tried in vane to put the murder weapon in his hands, or said professional?
Said professional
Dr. Kiba had left the room temporarily
Hisoka pulled the Death Note from his coat and examined it
It looked too well done to be a joke
It even had its own set of rules, the teen pointed out
He read them silently
"The human whose name is written in this note shall die.
This note will not take effect unless the writer has the person's face in their mind when writing his/her name. Therefore, people sharing the same name will not be affected.
If the cause of death is written within 40 seconds of writing the person's name, it will happen.
If the cause of death is not specified, the subject will simply die of a heart attack.
After writing the cause of death, the details of the death should be written in the next 6 minutes and 40 seconds."
Hisoka hesitated for a bit before reaching over to his bedside table, where Dr. Kiba's clipboard and pen sat
He took the pen
God knew he hadn't written anything in years
His muscles hurt as he forced them to move smoothly, his handwriting looked like a five year old's
"Kiba…Ryoma"
He took the pen to his mouth and gently bit it, trying to catch inspiration
"Stabbed"
He stopped and released the pen, his eyes travelling to the clock
And he waited
And so ends chapter one
i really don't have much to add
thanks for reading
-Vivi