I'm not much of a writer but I always wanted to get into it. Anyway, after reading all the manga, buying the movies and watching all the (available) anime episodes I wanted to make something Death Note related.
This is pretty much an alternate version of the story, I based it on the concept of ONE factor changing and how I think it may have gone from there.
Most of the original characters will come into place as I believe they would have under these conditions, if you'd be so kind to take a glance and tell me what you think of it so far- and if I lack the skill to bother carrying it on >_>
Note: This is pretty much a draft.
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Death Note: The KIRA Game
Summary: The Death Note fell into the hands of Light Yagami, what resulted was an epic venture of mind games and justified slaughter. However, had the Note been picked up by someone other than this egocentric honour student could the interaction of these chosen few really have been avoided? Or would they have come together regardless, albeit through different circumstances?
The world of the Death Gods is a dying one. There isn’t a space for a foot to step that hasn’t withered, not a plant that hasn’t long since choked from the rancid toxin that is the air, no place for the eyes to wander that wasn’t desolated beyond rebirth.
The Death Gods world is a dying one, and while those who inhabit it are not dying, neither do they have a life to live.
“This world is rotting.” The lips of a corpse many a thousand years young broke a long silence they had held for several, immeasurable nights. The Death God known as Ryuk was perched on a curdled rock that overlooked a great distance into the seemingly endless land of the dead. Blank staring yellow eyes, proportioned at angles mutated from that of any human, had watched over that same segment of this hell for a great space of time. These rare words trapped the attention of another pair of unearthly creatures that were crouched in the dust and dirt. These two beasts were brethren in death, yet another couple of Godly demons with nothing better to do with their limitless time than sleep in the filth and gamble away the worthless bones and rotting sticks that lay scattered throughout their homely wasteland. The smaller of the two idol creatures cracked its ancient neck away from the roughly carved bowl settled firmly in the dirt. Inside the chipped pottery two decayed skulls, unlike those of any known animal, lay toppled on their sides; the burlier of the beasts had won the pot, however few Death Gods ever played by any recognised rules, so it was very difficult for any gamblers to recognise whether they had won or lost. Not that it meant anything in a world with nothing worth winning and nothing to fear losing.
“Hey, Ryuk, how bout hanging with us for a change?” A Death God easily distinguishable from Ryuk, the skull of this monster seemed disproportionate, that of a sizable crocodile like beast, that seemed if anything to be a part of the Gods physical body, clicked its rustic jaw as it addressed the lone reaper.
The Death God known as Ryuk didn’t so much as divert his attention from the landscape, the depth of his thought windowed by the unblinking stare. Ryuk bore no animalistic similarities; however even with his slight human resemblance there were certain grotesque features that made him quite a terrifying sight to behold: beyond the grim stare of the perfectly rounded zombie eyes, sharp and yellow, the mouth of the beast was something equally as unsightly. Though his mouth itself was no larger than that of an equivalent sized human the corners of his mouth were curved rigidly into a haunting smile, and his mouth hung open like that of a ghoul without a single breath passing through the colourless etched lips.
“I’ll pass.” The thoughtless echo of these two words were the only thing to cause any stir on the creatures facial expression; What should have been his face however appeared similar to that of a long deceased cadaver, and was attached to his chest by grisly stitches close to the base of his neck; this lighter toned skin appeared something similar to a mask fashioned from a human face- however the light blue skin tone suggested if this was not in fact Ryuks’ natural flesh it was not taken by anything mortal.
The only response was a slight chuckle from Ryuk’s unwelcome company, followed by the rattle of bone chips into the gamblers bowl as they began a new round.
“So typical of you Ryuk,” The first of the bored gaming Gods shook the fleshless skull on his head as the second, this one resembling something more of a mythical horse demon, picked two skulls and a rock from the bowl, “why not try acting like a Death God for a change?”
This statement caught the lone Ryuk’s attention though he deliberately made a show of seeming just as uninterested.
“Since when did a Death God lounge around and gamble away their lives on futile games?” Ryuk couldn’t help bearing a slight smirk despite himself.
“You have to stay with the times- This is what a Death God is.” Was the only argument; Ryuk hadn’t expected any more from such lazy reapers. With his eyes undiverted from the desolate plains surrounding them, Ryuk was beginning to understand the true extent that the presence of death had within the worlds of such Gods. It was bad enough in the world of the Shinigami that the earth itself was spoiling, dying away, but now so were those trying to exist within it.
“This world…is rotting.”
“Slowly but surely…it’s rotting…” The mumbled tone was swept off by the building winds as the words of a young man were drowned out by the rain. Ryu Kuro stood motionless, his head turned up into the path of the downpour. Fine champagne coloured hair, usually framed around chin length in a dynamic cut, clung effortlessly to the side of his face, seemingly losing its usual creamy golden tinge.
The words reflected his thoughts, glaring into the heavens he had not expected them to fall onto any ears- after all, there were very few people prone to seeking safe haven on a University rooftop, let alone in such a relentless rain. Casting down his sight Ryu faced the pool of rainwater parading around his leather shoes, his olive grey university uniform weighed down greatly by the water and his fringe drooping as low as his nose with a steady stream dripping from his sharp chin. “So are the people in it…”
His blazer had long since soaked into a deep, murky grey tone and the skies overhead were not so indifferent, there seemed to be little colour in anything anymore; even the dense woodlands framing the vast grounds seemed monotone.
In a blank stride Ryu had made his way to the wide edge of the building, looking down from the rooftop one would marvel at the complex mosaic that was the primary front courtyard. Standing at this ledge even Ryu, who had been attending at the university a good few months already, could not identify so much as the ground through the rain.
Casting his head once more to the heavens the fair haired young man brushed aside the pestilent drops hanging from his cheek and pushed his creamy silver locks into place as a slight flicker through the mists caught in his steel blue eyes. A flicker, then a flutter, the sound of rattling pages lost against the rhythm of the rainfall. There, snagged against the ledge of an English University rooftop in a prolonged downpour, a black bounded book shuddered, with pages flicking in persistent winds.
To find something as common as a book on school grounds could hardly be considered unusual, and yet even to find it in such a place that pupils would rarely tread- a discarded notebook would never draw much attention. This time however, it was Ryu who had come across it, and Ryu Kuro was never one to overlook detail- he had often believed himself to be sharper, more focused, than any of the other students that attended at his university. This though, was seen as more an ego than genius.
Not only was his inquisitive nature tempting him justly, the mere presence of the forgotten book seemed to be calling, not just out to him, but to anyone. The notebook was caught against the ledge, trapped in waves of rain, and as strange as it seemed, it was as though the notebook was searching out for someone, anyone, to find it.
“Sometimes I worry for my sanity.” Kuro thought to himself, such strange speculations on a misplaced plain black notebook.
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Yeah that's all for now. I can't be bothered to continue unless I can be sure anyone will ever bother reading it -_-;
Story doesn't sound much so far- but that's the part I'm most certain of, I have alot of twists and details to come which I'm happy with.
It's my writing I'm not certain of o_o
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