Death Note Novels & Stories

“And then, about a year ago, I received a package.” Yuri blinked. “What?” “It was from Michio-niisan,” said Miki. “The package contained a disc which had information that he had found out about Hitomi-obaa-san’s death, as well as the truth behind Michiru-niisan’s death. In that disc, Michio-niisan told me that he had found out that a mysterious organisation was behind both their deaths. Michio-niisan said that it is otherwise known as ‘Raven’s Gate’, and that they are based in Japan.”

I said, handing him the paper. He took the crumpled note, skimmed the message then popped the locks. "In the back," he said, motioning with his thumb. We pulled away from the curb and I shuddered. Even with the growing distance between us, I could feel the tattooed man's murderous gaze, signing my death warrant. The streets flew by my window, blurring into one long, pastel streak. Not that I cared. The walled cities always looked the same, with every building a minimum of two stories high, painted in one of four pastel shades and a single coded steel door at its front.

I turned away from her again. “Balor-“ “Goodbye, Nes.” *** *Present day* I stood at the far end of the debriefing room as Detective Killian and Sullivan looked over the footage I brought. Fighting the urge to stand near her. Only breathing through my mouth to avoid inhaling her scent anymore than I already had. The dull throbbing of my head, becoming stronger the longer we stood here.

I have only 3 days left before miss Lauretta throws me out. I went to collect the bill for his meal,his girlfriend is a talkative. She talks like a parrot,I made to collect it as soon as my hands touched his,I felt a tingling sensation, I quickly took the money and left. He stood up and left. I counted the money,while counting it I saw a note.. "COUNTRY CITY MALL...7PM" Oh my god he left a note,he wanted to see me. I contemplated going. I didn't know him enough but, risks are meant to be taken .

Someone I'll never get to see again. Unless Headmaster Stroud is right and he faked his own death. That's another thing that doesn't make any sense. Why would he do that? Could it be he was running from someone? The Silver Hunters? No. That makes no sense. He would take me with him. I shake my head. "There's too much going on right now. If one more piece of information makes it way into my brain my head will explode." "I'm sorry," Alice mumbles. She squeezes my shoulder. "At least you have your date with Gregory to look forward to. That's something, right?"

DEATHS ╔═══════════════╗ ♰ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ † Azazel Martinez (Mask) † Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ † Nina Marin (Allura's mother) † Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ † Asahi Suzuki † Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ

As I do so, a strange explosion fills my stomach, triumphant that finally there's a replacement of Jordan Crown's beauty. A bit skips as our hands intertwine. Time seems to tick beyond count and age blurs into each other. The entire universe collapsed back to BigBang and was reborn. Stars and planets dies and scatters into the dark nothingness. For these five seconds of staring, nothing else holds significance. Just two windows and a gaze into a moment. Nothing else. Just a stare before the explosion. “Keila Taylor.” We shake hands.