"This" means talking
"This" means talking.
'This' means thinking.
I DO NOT own any of the Death Note characters. They all belong to Takeshi Obata.
Also, if you have not seen the entire anime or read the entire manga, I suggest you to not read this story. That is, unless you don't mind spoilers.
"YOOOO I'LL TELL YOU WHAT I WANT WHAT I REALLY REALLY WANT!"
"What if I told you, I don't wanna know what you really want... just shut up dammit. It's a freaking Sunday," you murmur.
You covered your head with your pillow. The song was bursting through your bedroom window.
'Why do they play this frikin song in this frikin country? It's frikin English…'
It wasn't everyday that you were pissed off at Japan for playing English songs.
"Ohayo (saying, "good morning" in a casual way)…Sachi-kun," your dad greeted as he barged into your room.
"I'm sleeping…," you answered.
"C'mon, do you really want to spend your last weekend day sleeping? C'mon, you're in Japan now. Enjoy it, before we have to go back," he stated.
"We're going to be here for a year…and you know it, too, Pops. We could be here even longer if we have to because of your job. Just let me be," you answered buried under your pillow.
You were here because of your dad's "business trip". It's not that it's not a business trip; it was just different than many others. It was more like a secret spy business trip. Not exactly a secret spy, more like a FBI business trip. Yup, that's exactly right. Your good ol' pops is an FBI agent. It was quite shocking to you, when you found your dad fast asleep one night with his badge seeping from his pocket. You're assuming it might have been on purpose so that only you knew about this secret. FBI agents aren't that careless about their identity. Your mom and you are probably the only people, who know, other than your dad himself and the agency, that he is related to any business with the FBI.
"Get up, smartass and take that pillow off your head. You're gonna suffocate yourself," he said sarcastically.
"I am not a smartass. If you haven't noticed I have more than just a butt," you said a matter-of-factly.
"Yup, you sure are half smartass and half immature brat," he stated as he chuckled out of your room.
"Smartass…immature brat…," you mocked under your breath as you moved the pillow off your head.
You sat up on your bed with your eyes still closed. You slowly opened your eyes.
'Frick it. It's too bright.'
You pushed the blanket off your legs and rubbed the top of your hair. You picked up the pony tail holder thing up from your pillow and slid your hand through the elastic onto your wrist. Your hair never seemed to stay in a pony tail when you sleep.
"It's too early," you mumbled.
"Let's go, Sachi. It's noon. Half of the day has gone past," your mom stated.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm getting up," you answered.
"Ok, I'm heading out!" your dad said.
"But it's Sunday! You shouldn't be working," you shouted as you were looking through your closet for something to wear.
"There's someone important I'm looking for," he answered.
"Yeah, alright. Later, Dad, love ya," you said as you closed your closet door.
"Ok, Sweetie, bye!" he answered.
"Love you, Honey. I'll see you later," you hear him tell your mom.
You waltzed into the bathroom to take a shower. You turned both temperature knobs till the water was the temperature you liked. Then, you took off your clothes and got in the shower.
Once you finished, you put on your jean shorts, your red "peace is my religion" t-shirt, and a couple accessories, you brushed your teeth, brushed your hair and tied your wet, brunette, mid-back length hair up in a pony tail. You went to your room and took your cell phone off of your dresser near your bed and placed it inside your pocket. You took cell phone everywhere. Unlike your mom, you actually answered your phone. You then walked down the stairs to have some breakfast, or what was now considered lunch.
Downstairs, you picked up a note from your mom.
Went to the supermarket. Be back soon. There is still food in the fridge.
You grabbed a box of Corn Flakes from the top of the fridge. Everything was the same as it was in the Untied States; just for the fact that you're surrounded by a different language. Not a big deal, your family is part Japanese and you grew up speaking some Japanese. It couldn't be that bad living here. Although, you've been living here for a little longer than two months, you were still figuring out the real secrets of Japan. There has to be more to all the fashion statements in Tokyo; than just wearing and showing off all your wacky styles. Also, what's up with being so high-tech and stuff? It's cool and all, but the Untied States is WAY behind in technology, compared to Japan.
After pouring the milk into the cereal, you took a spoon from the silverware drawer and making your way through the maze of unpacked cardboard boxes; you finally plopped down in front of the T.V. You took the remote off the coffee table and turned on the television. All of a sudden a blast of music shocked you and made you jump. You accidentally spilled some milk on your leg.
"Lovely." you said to yourself, "Stupid frikin loud anime theme song…"
You used the end of your t-shirt and wiped your leg.
'Death Note? Looks interesting…'
"Wow…what an idiot. Stupid Light, dude…he's attempting to kill off criminals to help the world? How idiotic… and while doing that he kills 12 FBI agents…what was that about?" you say to yourself as you walk into the kitchen with your empty bowl.
"I'm bringing sexy back. Yeah! And all the boys don't know how to act. Yeah!" your cell phone rang.
You read the caller ID that said, "Mom".
'Probably calling to ask what I want from the grocery store.'
"Moshi-moshi?" you answered nonchalantly.
"S-sachi?" you heard your mom's voice quiver.
"Mom? What's wrong? Did something happen?" you asked concerned.
"Sachi!" your mom cried, "Your… your dad…"
You heard weeps go through the line.
"What happened to Dad, Mom?" you questioned.
"I don't know what to say… I don't want to scare you, but h-he was found… dead…" you mom said.
You dropped your phone.
It only took a moment before the statement, "he was found dead" hit you. Tears instantly came streaming down your face.
"Sachi? Hello? Sachi!?" you heard your mom yell.
"A-are you sure it's Dad?" you inquired as you picked up the phone.
"The Japanese Police Force called me… T-they confirmed it as… your Dad. They told me a man named, L, is currently investigating this crime. They say it might be part of this… "Kira case" they're working on. I'm going to the scene right now," your mom stated.
'Kira case? L?! It must simply be a coincidence.'
"Mom, did they say any other people died?" you asked.
"Sachi, your father…he was an agent-" she began.
"Mom, I know that! Just answer, did any other FBI agents die?" you questioned hastily.
"How did you… yes… 12 FBI agents died, including your father," she said sadly.
'Holy crap…I'm living the anime. Is this possible? Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my FRICKING GOSH! Wait. No, the author of the anime could simply be basing the anime off of real life. Yes, that must be it, but how was I able to watch the episode before it really happening? Holy freakishly good god…'
"Did they confirm of what he died of?" you asked.
"No, they haven't yet. I'm on my way to meet the head police officer. I'm currently in a taxi," she answered.
"I'm coming," you said.
"No, it's too dangerous. What if there really is a killer? What would happen to you?" she said.
"Mom, I'm 19. If there really is a killer, I know his method. Don't ask how. I do. Please just tell me the address," you say.
"It's on the corner of -" you mom began.
"Once sec, Mom, gomen, …but there's another call… it says emergency on my caller id," you said, "Hold on."
You pressed the ok button to hold your mom's call and to answer the other.
"Moshi-moshi?" you answered.
"Yamamoto Sachi. Your father is Yamamoto Takuto," the voice said in English.
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