Death Note: Revelations

Chapter 1: First, There Was Nothing

Ryuk was perched on a rocky outcrop, his crimson eyes fixed on the somber expanse of the Shinigami realm. With a casual gesture, he reached into his satchel and retrieved a handful of decaying apples. “Looks like it’s time,” he muttered to himself. Nearby, another Shinigami glanced up, its form resembling a grotesque slug. “Leaving already?” it remarked, its voice dripping with apathy. Ryuk shrugged, tossing an apple core aside. “Time’s a relative concept here. And besides, I made a promise to myself—I’d head to the human world once I ran out of apples.” The slug-like Shinigami offered a dismissive grunt in response. Ryuk stretched his wings lazily, a sense of anticipation rising within him. “About time for a change of scenery,” he remarked, a mischievous grin on his face. He got up slowly, stretched his arms, and yawned. Well, here we go I guess. With a flap of his wings, he propelled himself toward a winding staircase leading to a blinding expanse of white. “Well here we go, heh” He murmured.

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Near sat on the floor of the dimly lit room, his snow-white hair twirling between his fingers as he stared intently at the wide screen displaying various data points. “We’re closing in on this case now, yet I don’t feel accomplished,” he murmured to himself, a faint echo of the late L’s sentiments reverberating in his mind. Suddenly, the tranquility was interrupted by the abrupt entrance of a man with blonde hair, his urgency palpable. “Near, the suspect has run away. What are we going to do?” he blurted out. Near’s lips curved into a slight smile, a glimmer of confidence in his eyes. “Well, perhaps let him run. We have a tracker on him, so he can’t get very far,” he replied calmly, his voice carrying an air of calculated assurance. The blonde-haired man nodded briskly before hurrying out of the room. It’s all pointless. These cases... Are boring. I can never fail, I always win—no tic for tac. Just me strictly always winning. Perhaps this is what L felt; before he encountered Kira that is. This case... It will be my last.

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In a dimly lit alleyway in Los Angeles, the atmosphere was fraught with tension as a skinny man with long black hair darted through the shadows, clutching a black notebook tightly in his grasp. “There has to be someone around here; it’s LA,” he muttered under his breath, his red eyes scanning the vicinity frantically for a potential victim. Spotting a tall high school student walking alone on the sidewalk, his resolve hardened. “Ryuk, can you give that guy the Death Note? I want to relinquish my ownership of it. Please,” he pleaded with the Shinigami hovering nearby. Ryuk chuckled darkly, his eerie grin widening. “Heh, I’ll see what I can do. So, you wanna let go of the Death Note, huh?” he replied nonchalantly. With a nod, the man consented, his crimson eyes fading into a dull brown as a wave of confusion washed over him. “Huh? What am I doing here?” he muttered, disoriented by the sudden shift in his consciousness.

Well, he was boring. Ryuk thought bitterly as he observed the unsuspecting high school student. “Maybe this kid will be better. Heh, he carries himself just like Light.” The teenager, standing at a stoplight, was taken aback as a book suddenly fell before him, landing squarely on his face. “What the hell?” he exclaimed, reaching down to pick up the mysterious tome. “A Death Note? There’s no way this thing’s real, right?” he scoffed incredulously, but an inexplicable urge compelled him to slip it into his bag nonetheless. Well, I might as well keep it so no one else gets fooled, he reasoned with a shrug. He finally made it home but noticed something. Dad’s car. It isn’t here. Must mean their working him extra tonight. Guess no bonding time even though he promised. He grabbed his keys and opened the front door, exposing nothing but pure darkness. He walked in when he knocked something over “Damn” He sighed under his breath. He turned on the Lights of the Living room and saw the room was a mess. Multiple beers on the floor, and cigar packs lying about. What a great dad. Multiple awards were on the living room’s walls, most of them being for the teen. “Top Student: Freshman Year Sergio Hernandez; Top Student: Sophomore Year Segio Hernanzed; Top Student: Junior Year Sergio Hernandez” Sergio smirked as he recognized his greatness. Have all these great grades, and still called a screw-up. Oh damn, I almost completely forgot about the Notebook or whatever. Sergio headed up to his room and slowly closed his door. The room was dim and gloomy, the only light was a small lamp illuminating a small portion of the bed.

Sergio lay down and opened up his bag to reveal the Death Note. Hm, what a morbid name. Death Note. There is no actual way this thing is real right? Sergio opened up the Notebook, and a sense of agony and cold ran through his veins. On the inside of the cover, there were several rules. Okay, first rule: The human whose name is written in this note shall die. Okay, that’s pretty self-explanatory. What else would a Death Note do? Another rule is: This note will not take effect unless the writer has his/her victim’s face in their mind while writing their name, therefore people sharing the same name aren’t affected. Wow, that is extremely detailed for a prank book. How did they even get these rules in the first place? Must’ve just made them up. Another crazy rule: After writing the name, you have 40 seconds to write the cause of death, if no cause is written within the 40 seconds, the victim will simply die of a heart attack. That would make you virtually untraceable, and that does explain how Kira killed people. Sergio sighed and closed the Notebook, got up, and threw it in the trash. What a stupid prank. Ever since 2020, when the Notebook was bought by the U.S., people made multiple of these ‘Death Notes’. At the time of it being sold, the seller claimed it to be the power of Kira, and everyone in Japan that owned a bank account for some bank of a bunch of money. But I wonder...

Sergio got up and turned on his phone, opening up Instagram. There’s a Kira page on her; Kira Focus; and they post criminals’ names and faces and what they did as well as where they’re from. Multiple accounts like this are run by cults of Kira in hopes that Kira will Judge them. It never happens, so I suppose that’s why the accounts are left up. Freedom of speech I suppose. He scratched his chin as he looked at the trash can where the Death Note lay. Well, I might as well try it. Won’t hurt anyone. He walked towards the trash can grabbed the Notebook, and looked at the Kira page that was on his phone. If I were to kill someone, does that make me a murderer like Kira was? Of course it does, what am I thinking? Murder is murder. It’s never okay to kill someone. Even if it’s justified...Sergio looked at the Death Note. Well, maybe it is. Sergio opened up the Notebook, grabbed a pen from out of his pocket, and looked on the page for a criminal. Wow, there’s so many. This world is rotten. Rapists, murderers, wanted fugitives, pedos. But one criminal caught Sergio’s eye, a woman. Okay, here we go. Brooklynn Meyer, from Ontario Canada. She’s five-two and 110 pounds with brown hair and is native American. Heh, Brooklynn isn’t much of a Native name. She’s wanted for the murder of her two sons and husband. She was tried in court, but let go even with video evidence. She’s now a teacher In the United States for the San Deigo High School in southern California. It didn’t take long until there were two more murders, of two male students when she was finally apprehended and sentenced to life In prison in 2022. How can a woman that evil get away and just live on in prison? People like her deserve to die, she killed and was let go just to kill again? How is that ever acceptable? I have to do something about it. Sergio wrote down her name in the Notebook, and read over the rules again. 40 seconds, that’s what the Death Note says. I’ll see about that. If I want to try this thing out, I might as well try it on a criminal. That way it’s somewhat justified. This Kira Focus page will post if she dies almost immediately. Sergio lay down on his bed, setting the Death Note under his pillow. He checked his phone one more time, it was 9 PM.Well, I’ll see if you’re dead tomorrow, Brooklynn Meyer.

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5:40 AM, 8 Hours later.

Sergio woke up to the sound of his alarm, *BEEP*, and slowly yawned and rubbed his eyes *BEEP* and rushed to turn off his alarm *BEEP*. Sergio groaned got up and looked in the mirror. His messy black curlyish hair and his strong collarbone. Man, I just woke up and I’m still sexy. Okay, so what to do today...Sergio looked around and yawned again.SHOOT! Sergio ran to his phone and checked the page. He looked at his phone in utter shock to see that the page updated. Not with a new criminal, but now with an alert. The new post read: Kira judged renowned killer Brooklynn Meyer! Died of a Heart attack at 9:01 PM inside of her prison cell, is this the start of Killings by our glorious god...KIRA! Sergio could do nothing but stand and cover his mouth, in utter disbelief.I-I killed her... She died. I killed that woman... With the Death Note? He ran over to the Death Note hidden beneath his pillow and held it. The Death Note... Is real?

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