Donut: I see you got Apollo Justice: Ace Attorney there.
Krom: Fuck you old man.
Do you even know why prosecutors, all of them, brag so much about their perfect records?
IT'S BECAUSE JUDGES LIKE YOU FUCKING LET THEM CALL WITNESSES, PRESENT EVIDENCE, AND RUN ENTIRE FUCKING INVESTIGATIONS ALL BY THEMSELVES WITHOUT ANYTHING TO KEEP THEM IN CHECK.
I mean goddamn, if that weren't bad enough, there's even fucking more.
It's ALWAYS MY GODDAMN FAULT GODDAMNIT. Some clown is on the stand? I ask him a legitimate question "where were you when this occured" he responds with "haha, NO SHIRT NO SHOES NO SERVICE BUT I CAN WEAR NO PANTS RIGHT?" and you give ME a goddamn penalty. What the fuck is wrong with you?
"Mr. Wright, that joke sucked. You know what that means. PENALTY TIME"
And shit, by the time the prosecutor is done presenting the mounds upon mounds of evidence the trial is fucking over because IT CAN ONLY LAST THREE DAYS? WHAT THE DONKEYSHIT?!
And of course, You're innocent until proven guilty right? OH WAIT, YOU'RE FUCKING GUILTY UNTIL YOU PROVE NOT ONLY THAT YOU COULDN'T HAVE DONE IT BUT ALSO PROVE WHO THE FUCK DID IT!
I mean fucking christ, I prove an alibi, some guy was sleeping. He was drugged. He couldn't have been there. The passage was blocked. Here is where the murder occured. My client couldn't have done it. BUT UNLESS I PULL A FUCKING JESUS OUT OF MY GODDAMN EVIDENCE I CAN'T GET HIM CLEARED OF ALL GODDAMN CHARGES.
So fuck you old man. I've had it with your shit.
Donut: Sounds fun.
Krom: Sure is.
Friday, February 22, 2008
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Death Note Fanfic considered to be thrown in the trash.
As usual. Here's what I wrote so far for those who give a damn:
DEATH NOTE
HOW TO USE IT I
- 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 person will simply die of a heart attack.
- After writing the cause of death, details of the death should be written in the next 6 minutes and 40 seconds
As the shinigami wrote the last letter, it scratched its head.
"Eh, do we really have to write this? Humans should figure it out by themselves or something."
"What if they write their own names in it, you idiot?"
"Who cares, just hope your luck is good enough to get a good human. Hahaha."
"Let's hurry it up, I'm getting bored here."
"Yeah, yeah."
Each shinigami threw their Death Notes into an orb picturing a city. As they sat around the orb, they stared silently, waiting for the battle to begin.
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"So... Shiki... How about we have some fun after dinner?"
Her seductive fingers ran down the side of his shoulder as she leaned in closer to him. Taking a bite out of his cake, he smiled serenely.
"Shiki! Oh, Shiki!"
The woman grabbed at the man's broad shoulders as she felt waves of pleasure with each thrust. She let out a shriek as she reached her limit. Her arms fell to her sides as the man pulled out, leaking out . She was breathing heavily as her body was still recovering from the immense stimulation she felt. The man threw a blanket over the exhausted woman as she fell asleep.
"Heh, you have a way with woman, eh?"
Behind the man, another man with a bare-chested body appeared wearing only a pair of black pants. Along with his original skin, skins of various other colours were stitched onto his body giving him an inhuman look. His feathered black hair and smirking face were the only thing normal about him.
"I don't need your opinion about my sex life, shinigami. And do you mind not watching while I'm doing it? Really kills the mood for me." He put on his clothes as he looked away from the shinigami. "Took me everything I had to keep myself from destroying my reputation. So if you would be so kind as to stay outside the room, I'd appreciate it."
"Come on, Shiki, you always make it look so good."
Shiki straightened his collar and began to walk to the door. As he grabbed the handle, he turned his head and looked at the shinigami's eyes.
"Yeah, I guess I do."
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As they left the hotel, the shinigami looks at the night sky.
"Who would've thought the human world would've been filled with so many pleasures. The food, the entertainment, the women, you sure have it good here." He gave a laugh as Shiki stayed silent.
"Oh, come now. Not talking to me just because I was watching?" He ran backwards to the front of Shiki. He looked at his face noticing his subtle movements of his head. He stretched his head forward to look closer.
His black hair was messy and stretched down to the top of his shoulders. He pushed up the rimless glasses on his narrow face as he tilted his head to the left again.
"Eh, you feeling itchy or something?" He looked over his shoulder, noticing a man following him. He had a black notebook in his left hand and a pen in the other. He was hiding behind poles and sprinted from alley to alley. But his eyes didn't waver one bit as he kept his gaze at Shiki.
"Looks like you got a fan. I see you have your ways with men too, eh?" He let out another laugh but then his face turned cold. "Eliminate him Shiki, he's a nuisance. Following us for the past few days. Lucky for me, you're not stupid enough to give away your real name too easily." He smiled, "Use that intellect of yours to kill him, Shiki. Shouldn't be too hard." As he laughed again, Shiki let out a small sigh.
Turning a corner, Shiki pressed his body against the wall and took out a knife. The shinigami sneered at him. The man stood still in one spot and began to run towards the corner. Shiki tightened his grip on the knife as he crouched down, preparing for an attack. As the man turned the corner, Shiki dashed forward several metres in a blink of an eye. He was too fast for the man to notice as he tried to back away, but it was useless.
Shiki's profession was that of trained assassin. He was specialized with a simple knife and could easily kill or render useless any limb of his victim. Before recieving the Death Note, he relied on his own skills to kill off his targets. But after picking it up, it become much easier for his job. However, he still kept training his skills so they don't deteriorate. He cut several tendons in the man's left arm and legs within seconds then took the black notebook from his hand. The man turned around in disbelief and screamed in pain as he felt his muscles betray him.
"What's your name?" said the bored Shiki. He flipped to the end of the book to see his fake name written dozens of times. "Heh, I guess you wanted to know why I didn't die." He grabbed the man's head and directed it to his own face.
"Shiki is only a fake name, in fact, I don't even remember my real name. Sucks to be you, doesn't it?"
Behind the man, was the appearance of another shinigami. This time, sporting a skull with pieces of rotten flesh attached to it.
"W-wait! Please don't kill me yet!"
Just as Shiki raised his knife, the man pleaded for his life. He seen this happen many times during his career as an assassin, but such acts were seen disgraceful by his eyes. The only times he didn't kill his target were when he was told not to or when he found it beneficial to his own plans.
"Fine, then quickly tell me. Do you know any other Death Note users other than me?" Shiki wanted to finish this little façade before anyone came and noticed him. Grabbing the hilt of his knife, he gently pressed the blade against the man's neck. Blood trickled down the side of the weapon that was gonna kill him, firming his resolve to tell him what he knew.
"N-no! I-" The man was cut off as Shiki covered his mouth with his entire hand.
"Shut up, someone's coming." He grabbed the man's body and dragged him into an alleyway. The city was littered with them, giving many options for Shiki. Choosing one with a dumpster and garbage cans, he dragged the man and hid him away from view. Still covering his mouth, he peeked over the corner. A man holding a gun with both his hands walked down the street alone.
"A police officer?" Shiki thought to himself. This was one of the worst situations he could be in. He should've just killed his target and throw him in the dumpster, but it was too late for that. Using his elbow, he knocked the man out without any noise. It was quick and effective, another skill he learned in his trade as an assassin.
Shiki knew there was a chance the man could call the police officer for help, but he could just kill both the woman and the man if needed. However, he didn't want to risk leaving too much evidence for the police to track him down so he cast aside the idea. Knocking him out and bringing him to his hideout was the best plan. However, dealing with the police officer himself posed another problem.
The alleyway stretches for quite sometime to the other side of the block. Despite his strength, carrying him and making little noise was going to be troublesome. Anyone with good hearing could notice the sound of his running footsteps. There was also a chance that on the other side might be another person taking a walk down the street. The time it takes to travel silently down the alleyway is enough time for anyone to pass by it, noticing a limp body carried by him.
Shiki twirled the knife in his hand, a habit of his he does all the time when he's thinking. Taking out the police officer using force is another idea, but there would be a slight chance of someone that sees him committing the act. Hiding in the dumpster and trash cans would cause too much noise, accounting the distance the police officer is from his alleyway. There wasn't enough coverage from the trash cans and dumpster for both people.
As the the officer came closer and closer, Shiki placed the man's arm over his shoulders and walked out of the alleyway. The police officer immediately shined his flashlight onto Shiki.
"Hey, you! Why are you carrying that man?"
Shiki gave a hiccup and a chuckle, "Nothin' officer, just havin' a night's out drinkin'." He gave a drunken laugh while his face grew red. "What a light drinker, just five an' he topple over like a stack of papers! Hah!"
"Mmm, well, make sure you watch out for any cars. By the way, have you heard a scream a little while ago?" asked the police officer in disbelief.
Shiki smiled, "No, sir, might've probably been me laughin' pretty loudly. Hakakaka..."
Giving a rough laugh, Shiki began to stumble a little but regained his composure. The police officer took his flashlight's shine off them, shaking his head while sighing.
"Well, make sure you get home safe. There has been news that there's a serial killer around this part of the city. Just now, there was another killing."
Shiki eyes narrowed, "Really, officer? Hahaha, well, was it some shootin', stabbin', what?"
"That's the weird thing, actually," he made a gesture with his free hand as if holding a plate of food. "There was no signs of assault on the man's body. Looks like he just collapsed from a heart attack or something."
"That's pretty bad, officer. My luck to you that you catch that damned killa."
The police officer turned and started to walk in the other direction with his flashlight out. "Thanks, make sure you get home safely. Also make sure that your friend there doesn't drink too much anymore."
"Thanks, officer!" He replied with a happy tone.
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Shiki tossed the man's limp body onto a wooden chair and tied his arms and legs up to it.
"Shiki, Shiki, Shiki. Hah, that was a class act. Bravo." The shinigami clapped his hands as he laughed.
"Who would've thought that that officer would be stupid enough to believe me," replied Shiki as he tightened the knots on the man's ropes.
"Heh, and looks like you got some valuable information. Another Death Note user in the city killing innocent people and I didn't notice? Hahahahaha!"
Shiki rubbed his chin with the side of his forefinger. "He said a killing just happened not too long ago so unless this guy knows how to use the Death Note to its fullest extent, we have another enemy."
"Just comin' at you like flies, Shiki, heh."
Shiki put some mushy food and water in seperate bowls beside the man on a wooden table. He expected him to just use his mouth to eat as he didn't want him to do anything suspicious while he was asleep or somewhere else. He turned off the lights in the room, leaving only the moonlight shining through the barred window to brighten it.
The room itself was nothing but stone wall and ground. It was an interrogation chamber made by Shiki to extract any info he might need. The barred window is sound proof and the walls are a metre thick, making noise almost impenetrable unless you put your ear against the wall. There was also a disposal machine hidden in the wall to get rid of any evidence.
As he ascended the stairs, he quietly yawned, "Well, time for bed, shinigami. I want to be fully awake tomorrow as we track down that Death Note user."
"Mind if I watch some TV?"
"Mute," replied Shiki as he close the door behind him to his bedroom.
The shinigami laughed to himself, "So that's what those words at the bottom of the screen were for."
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The sun's rays reflected off the parasol that Shiki sat under. Sipping his cup of tea, he examined the crowds of people walking through the busy street. His eyes quickly jumped from one person to another as to not attract any suspicion. This was also another skill of Shiki. He can fully examine an object with a quick glance and able to remember at least 90% of its details. Noting the untied laces on running shoes and the slight view of the bra were just many things he could see within a second.
The shinigami began to drool at the plate of donuts on the table as he leaned over on his chair.
"Don't let your drool fall onto the table or move your chair. I'm already taking a risk as it is letting you sit with me."
The shinigami looked up and wiped his drool, "Oh, don't worry. Things such as my excretions can't be sensed by any of the five senses you humans have. As for movement, well, I'll try my best, heheheh."
"Tch..."
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Shiki interrogated the man early in the morning after he had woken up. He was surprised to find the plates licked so clean. He didn't think anyone would eat that stuff. It was just there as a decoration but it didn't matter to him. He was able to find out that he and another person were working together to kill off the other Death Note users.
"Why didn't you just write his name down?"
"I couldn't, I didn't know his name..."
"How did you know I was a Death Note user?"
"He just told me, so I followed his orders..."
Shiki slowly walked away from the man and took out his knife. He twirled it in his hand.
"And what does he look like? Any noticeable features?"
"He was heavily dressed up with a hood and everything so I can't say anything as if he's fat or skinny... Average size for an adult, I guess."
"I see, well, thank you for your time," he smiled and he turned around. "You lived out your usefullness. Your existence is a possible interference with my plans so die."
"But I told you everything I knew! In fact! I can help you! You see, I have a lot of skills you might want!"
"Well, then tell me your full name. I might consider it if you trust me well enough."
"I-it's Kevin Crody..."
Shiki took out the rolled up Death Note from his backpocket and opened it to a page with many other written names already. All of them had highly sophisticated deaths. He uncapped a pen with a hand, placing it within his hand as he began to write down his name.
Noticing Shiki writing something in the Death Note, his eyes opened profusely.
"W-wait! What are you doing!? Please! Don't!"
Shiki stopped writing and closed the notebook. They were both silent. The man couldn't do anything but count the seconds as he hoped that he spared him.
"43... 44... 45..."
Suddenly, Kevin broke free of his ropes at the expense of breaking his wrists. He opened the door behind Shiki and soon left the house. Taking out Kevin's Death Note, he proceeded to burn it with a lighter. His shinigami looked in shock.
"H-hey! You said that our Death Notes wouldn't be destroyed!"
Shiki's shinigami laughed, "Well, too bad. I never promised it."
Kevin's shinigami opened its wings, "Damn it. Now I have to get another one."
It phased through the wall and disappeare. Grabbing the plates, Shiki went to the kitchen as he closed the door behind him.
Washing the dishes, the shinigami laughed.
"Another one down. You're really good at this, you killed eight of them already. Two more and you win! Hahaha!"
"It's a shame. This target is probably the only person whom I might find interesting to kill," he washed the plates and left them to naturally dry on the dish rack.
"Well, as long as you don't die, I don't really give a damn."
Leaving the kitchen, Shiki grabbed his red coat. Taking out a cloth, he rubbed off the any fingerprints on his doorknob and left the house. The shinigami laughed as he followed closely behind him.
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Shiki leaned back on his chair and tilted his head from shoulder to shoulder. His eyes skimmed through the crowd until he met a another pair looking back at his. As he turned back to his tea, thoughts raced through his mind. He lifted the cup of tea and sipped it again as he looked back a few times to make sure he wasn't hallucinating. His fan had long, golden hair mostly covered by a baseball cap and a small stature. He was first staring intently then it looked like he was shouting at empty air. Then he saw him raise a black notebook in the air and throw it on the ground.
"Cancel that cake for me, please," Shiki threw some coins on the table and threw on his coat.
The shinigami sighed, "Oh, come on, I was waiting for that cake! This place is famous for it, isn't it? Saw it on TV last night! Hey! Shiki! Man..."
Pushing his way through the crowd, Shiki kept his target in his sights. It was no mistake that he was the Death Note user. He didn't think it would be this easy but he expected resistance so he lowered his body to blend in with the crowd, hoping to surprise him.
The blond-haired boy noticed Shiki wasn't in his seat and began to look around feverishly. His body backed a little before he began to run into a nearby alleyway. Shiki made haste as he began to sprint through the crowd to quicken his pace. As he turned the corner, he saw the boy turn another corner. He took out his knife as a safety precaution and began to dash after him.
Shiki's knife was a single action OTF switchblade. It was very useful in situations such as this when chasing after a person. Carrying a regular knife would be troublesome and would cause unnecessary attention. As well, switchblade can't be seen easily until it's too late, giving Shiki a preemptive strike.
As Shiki closed in on his target, it turned around and pulled out a gun.
"Get away!" The boy pulled the trigger of his weapon three times.
The sound of the shots ringed through Shiki's ears. His reflexes kicked in and he quickly jumped to his left behind a garbage dumpster. As he heard the footsteps of the boy moving again, Shiki continued his pursuit.
As they turned multiple corners, the boy began to slow down and lose his breath, he turned to his back and shot his pistol until it ran out of ammo. He cursed to himself and continued running.
With the insurance that his target doesn't have anymore weapons to use, Shiki pocketed his knife and ran at his top speed. He jumped off the side of the wall and launched himself at the boy as he tried to turn another corner. Landing near him, Shiki grabbed the boy's ankle and tossed him into a stack of cardboard boxes.
His physical strength was above-average but it also helped that his target was light and weak. Standing up, he brushed his pants and walked towards the boy. As he scrambled to get out of the boxes, Shiki lifted him up by the collar and took the Death Note from him.
The boy's shinigami appeared before him as a faceless monster covered by many ragged cloths over it. Ignoring the shinigami, he threw the boy back into the pile of boxes and flipped through his Death Note.
"Hey, kid. That guy has your Death Note, you gonna do anything about it? He's gonna kill ya if you don't."
Hearing the emotionless warning coming from his shinigami, the kid promptly scrambled to his feet and jumped to grab what was his.
"I know, Jakre, shut up already!"
Shiki stopped his efforts with one hand as he continued to examine the contents.
"Tell me, kid, why did you get the shinigami eyes? They cut your life in half."
"It's so I can kill you, fucker!"
"Eh, a girl's voice? Trying to be tomboys here, now aren't we?"
Shiki lightened his push, allowing the girl to get closer to him. Moving his hand to her neck, he gripped the girl's neck and lifted her into the air.
"Tell me, do you know anything about a man that's heavily dressed? One that hides his identity really well?"
The girl grunted, "I don't know who the hell you're talking about."
As she tried clawing her way out of the grip, Shiki tightened it even more. Sighing, he tossed her to the ground.
"Hey, Jakre, your user is about to die. You okay with that?"
Giving little emotion, it replied, "Doesn't matter. She was a bad user anyway."
Shiki stomped his foot onto the girl's small body, "Mind telling me your name?"
"Shut up, you asshole!"
"Still talking back at me? Tch. Hey, shinigami. What's her name?"
Shiki's shinigami appeared beside the girl's shinigami, "Eh? You want me to tell you? That's cheating, isn't it? Sorry, no can do. We shinigami decided not to help our users other than give verbal advice on how to use the Death Note but nothing to the point of giving away names."
"Figured as much."
Jakre shook his head slowly, "We shinigami might be mischievous but when we gamble, we do it with honour."
Shiki's shinigami laughed out loud as he held his chest, "Oh, Jakre, you're a mouthful."
The girl struggled to her feet, feeling the pain all over her body. Shiki grabbed her hair and took out his knife.
"Look, I need to know your name. If you give it to me without any trouble, I'll give you a peaceful death. Otherwise, I'm going to have to use you as a tool."
Despite Shiki being a ruthless killer, he had a soft spot for any woman. He always gave them a peaceful death if they cooperated with him. But if they disagree, he would give them a brutal death instead.
"No way! Let me go!"
Shiki sighed yet again and threw her to the ground into a puddle. The dirty water splashed her clothes leaving a print of her bra into the shirt. He quickly patted her pockets and took out a phone.
"H-hey! That's mine!"
The girl got to her knees before being kicked down again, her face right into the filthy water. Shiki opened the flip phone and went through her contacts. Pressing the dial button, the sounds of each number being pressed became automatic. It was going to connect.
"Last chance, are you going to give me your name easily or do I have to find it myself?"
"You can suck it!"
"Heh."
The cellphone connected. On the other end was the sound of a yawning man.
"Congratulations, Shiki. Thank you for killing everyone for me. Gives me less trouble for having to go outside to do anything."
"What did you just say?"
"Heh, I guess you're confused. You can call me Jack."
"Are you the last Death Note user?"
"Depends, are you going to kill that girl? Or do I have to?"
Shiki looked over to the girl, she was still on the ground. He heard her crying quietly as she tried to get up but her legs throbbed badly.
"Go ahead, kill her. It's not like I care."
"Really Shiki? Killing an innocent woman?"
"What are the chances I would call you?"
"Changing the subject, eh? Well, it's pretty high considering all the numbers on her phone connect to me."
"And what would you get out of all this?"
"Your identity. Now that I know what you look like, it's going to be simple for me to kill you."
"Then you're around here?"
Shiki looked in his surroundings but it was nothing but brick walls. The exits led to another corner so there was no way Shiki wouldn't notice anyone. The only way was a satellite camera, a remote way to track him.
"Guessing from your silence, I guess you know a lot more."
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"Are you wealthy by any chance, Jack?"
The man yawned. He stretched on his couch as he moved his finger across the trackpad. On his laptop showed a bird's eye view of Shiki using his phone. A man with a suit carrying a plate of snacks placed them infront of Jack and left silently.
Picking up the tea cup, he sipped it.
"Heh, and why would you want to know?"
"I heard another person there just come in and put a tray of tea on the table."
"Could be my mother? Who knows?"
Jack opened his Death Note. In it was a list of names with instructions for each one. Taking a pen out of a cup, he directed it to a girl's name with two blank spaces before another name was written. Looking at his watch, he began to write something down.
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"You're really a pain."
Shiki put his knfie back into his pocket. This was bad for him. He didn't expect such a Death Note user to exist.
DEATH NOTE
HOW TO USE IT I
- 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 person will simply die of a heart attack.
- After writing the cause of death, details of the death should be written in the next 6 minutes and 40 seconds
As the shinigami wrote the last letter, it scratched its head.
"Eh, do we really have to write this? Humans should figure it out by themselves or something."
"What if they write their own names in it, you idiot?"
"Who cares, just hope your luck is good enough to get a good human. Hahaha."
"Let's hurry it up, I'm getting bored here."
"Yeah, yeah."
Each shinigami threw their Death Notes into an orb picturing a city. As they sat around the orb, they stared silently, waiting for the battle to begin.
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"So... Shiki... How about we have some fun after dinner?"
Her seductive fingers ran down the side of his shoulder as she leaned in closer to him. Taking a bite out of his cake, he smiled serenely.
"Shiki! Oh, Shiki!"
The woman grabbed at the man's broad shoulders as she felt waves of pleasure with each thrust. She let out a shriek as she reached her limit. Her arms fell to her sides as the man pulled out, leaking out . She was breathing heavily as her body was still recovering from the immense stimulation she felt. The man threw a blanket over the exhausted woman as she fell asleep.
"Heh, you have a way with woman, eh?"
Behind the man, another man with a bare-chested body appeared wearing only a pair of black pants. Along with his original skin, skins of various other colours were stitched onto his body giving him an inhuman look. His feathered black hair and smirking face were the only thing normal about him.
"I don't need your opinion about my sex life, shinigami. And do you mind not watching while I'm doing it? Really kills the mood for me." He put on his clothes as he looked away from the shinigami. "Took me everything I had to keep myself from destroying my reputation. So if you would be so kind as to stay outside the room, I'd appreciate it."
"Come on, Shiki, you always make it look so good."
Shiki straightened his collar and began to walk to the door. As he grabbed the handle, he turned his head and looked at the shinigami's eyes.
"Yeah, I guess I do."
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As they left the hotel, the shinigami looks at the night sky.
"Who would've thought the human world would've been filled with so many pleasures. The food, the entertainment, the women, you sure have it good here." He gave a laugh as Shiki stayed silent.
"Oh, come now. Not talking to me just because I was watching?" He ran backwards to the front of Shiki. He looked at his face noticing his subtle movements of his head. He stretched his head forward to look closer.
His black hair was messy and stretched down to the top of his shoulders. He pushed up the rimless glasses on his narrow face as he tilted his head to the left again.
"Eh, you feeling itchy or something?" He looked over his shoulder, noticing a man following him. He had a black notebook in his left hand and a pen in the other. He was hiding behind poles and sprinted from alley to alley. But his eyes didn't waver one bit as he kept his gaze at Shiki.
"Looks like you got a fan. I see you have your ways with men too, eh?" He let out another laugh but then his face turned cold. "Eliminate him Shiki, he's a nuisance. Following us for the past few days. Lucky for me, you're not stupid enough to give away your real name too easily." He smiled, "Use that intellect of yours to kill him, Shiki. Shouldn't be too hard." As he laughed again, Shiki let out a small sigh.
Turning a corner, Shiki pressed his body against the wall and took out a knife. The shinigami sneered at him. The man stood still in one spot and began to run towards the corner. Shiki tightened his grip on the knife as he crouched down, preparing for an attack. As the man turned the corner, Shiki dashed forward several metres in a blink of an eye. He was too fast for the man to notice as he tried to back away, but it was useless.
Shiki's profession was that of trained assassin. He was specialized with a simple knife and could easily kill or render useless any limb of his victim. Before recieving the Death Note, he relied on his own skills to kill off his targets. But after picking it up, it become much easier for his job. However, he still kept training his skills so they don't deteriorate. He cut several tendons in the man's left arm and legs within seconds then took the black notebook from his hand. The man turned around in disbelief and screamed in pain as he felt his muscles betray him.
"What's your name?" said the bored Shiki. He flipped to the end of the book to see his fake name written dozens of times. "Heh, I guess you wanted to know why I didn't die." He grabbed the man's head and directed it to his own face.
"Shiki is only a fake name, in fact, I don't even remember my real name. Sucks to be you, doesn't it?"
Behind the man, was the appearance of another shinigami. This time, sporting a skull with pieces of rotten flesh attached to it.
"W-wait! Please don't kill me yet!"
Just as Shiki raised his knife, the man pleaded for his life. He seen this happen many times during his career as an assassin, but such acts were seen disgraceful by his eyes. The only times he didn't kill his target were when he was told not to or when he found it beneficial to his own plans.
"Fine, then quickly tell me. Do you know any other Death Note users other than me?" Shiki wanted to finish this little façade before anyone came and noticed him. Grabbing the hilt of his knife, he gently pressed the blade against the man's neck. Blood trickled down the side of the weapon that was gonna kill him, firming his resolve to tell him what he knew.
"N-no! I-" The man was cut off as Shiki covered his mouth with his entire hand.
"Shut up, someone's coming." He grabbed the man's body and dragged him into an alleyway. The city was littered with them, giving many options for Shiki. Choosing one with a dumpster and garbage cans, he dragged the man and hid him away from view. Still covering his mouth, he peeked over the corner. A man holding a gun with both his hands walked down the street alone.
"A police officer?" Shiki thought to himself. This was one of the worst situations he could be in. He should've just killed his target and throw him in the dumpster, but it was too late for that. Using his elbow, he knocked the man out without any noise. It was quick and effective, another skill he learned in his trade as an assassin.
Shiki knew there was a chance the man could call the police officer for help, but he could just kill both the woman and the man if needed. However, he didn't want to risk leaving too much evidence for the police to track him down so he cast aside the idea. Knocking him out and bringing him to his hideout was the best plan. However, dealing with the police officer himself posed another problem.
The alleyway stretches for quite sometime to the other side of the block. Despite his strength, carrying him and making little noise was going to be troublesome. Anyone with good hearing could notice the sound of his running footsteps. There was also a chance that on the other side might be another person taking a walk down the street. The time it takes to travel silently down the alleyway is enough time for anyone to pass by it, noticing a limp body carried by him.
Shiki twirled the knife in his hand, a habit of his he does all the time when he's thinking. Taking out the police officer using force is another idea, but there would be a slight chance of someone that sees him committing the act. Hiding in the dumpster and trash cans would cause too much noise, accounting the distance the police officer is from his alleyway. There wasn't enough coverage from the trash cans and dumpster for both people.
As the the officer came closer and closer, Shiki placed the man's arm over his shoulders and walked out of the alleyway. The police officer immediately shined his flashlight onto Shiki.
"Hey, you! Why are you carrying that man?"
Shiki gave a hiccup and a chuckle, "Nothin' officer, just havin' a night's out drinkin'." He gave a drunken laugh while his face grew red. "What a light drinker, just five an' he topple over like a stack of papers! Hah!"
"Mmm, well, make sure you watch out for any cars. By the way, have you heard a scream a little while ago?" asked the police officer in disbelief.
Shiki smiled, "No, sir, might've probably been me laughin' pretty loudly. Hakakaka..."
Giving a rough laugh, Shiki began to stumble a little but regained his composure. The police officer took his flashlight's shine off them, shaking his head while sighing.
"Well, make sure you get home safe. There has been news that there's a serial killer around this part of the city. Just now, there was another killing."
Shiki eyes narrowed, "Really, officer? Hahaha, well, was it some shootin', stabbin', what?"
"That's the weird thing, actually," he made a gesture with his free hand as if holding a plate of food. "There was no signs of assault on the man's body. Looks like he just collapsed from a heart attack or something."
"That's pretty bad, officer. My luck to you that you catch that damned killa."
The police officer turned and started to walk in the other direction with his flashlight out. "Thanks, make sure you get home safely. Also make sure that your friend there doesn't drink too much anymore."
"Thanks, officer!" He replied with a happy tone.
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Shiki tossed the man's limp body onto a wooden chair and tied his arms and legs up to it.
"Shiki, Shiki, Shiki. Hah, that was a class act. Bravo." The shinigami clapped his hands as he laughed.
"Who would've thought that that officer would be stupid enough to believe me," replied Shiki as he tightened the knots on the man's ropes.
"Heh, and looks like you got some valuable information. Another Death Note user in the city killing innocent people and I didn't notice? Hahahahaha!"
Shiki rubbed his chin with the side of his forefinger. "He said a killing just happened not too long ago so unless this guy knows how to use the Death Note to its fullest extent, we have another enemy."
"Just comin' at you like flies, Shiki, heh."
Shiki put some mushy food and water in seperate bowls beside the man on a wooden table. He expected him to just use his mouth to eat as he didn't want him to do anything suspicious while he was asleep or somewhere else. He turned off the lights in the room, leaving only the moonlight shining through the barred window to brighten it.
The room itself was nothing but stone wall and ground. It was an interrogation chamber made by Shiki to extract any info he might need. The barred window is sound proof and the walls are a metre thick, making noise almost impenetrable unless you put your ear against the wall. There was also a disposal machine hidden in the wall to get rid of any evidence.
As he ascended the stairs, he quietly yawned, "Well, time for bed, shinigami. I want to be fully awake tomorrow as we track down that Death Note user."
"Mind if I watch some TV?"
"Mute," replied Shiki as he close the door behind him to his bedroom.
The shinigami laughed to himself, "So that's what those words at the bottom of the screen were for."
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The sun's rays reflected off the parasol that Shiki sat under. Sipping his cup of tea, he examined the crowds of people walking through the busy street. His eyes quickly jumped from one person to another as to not attract any suspicion. This was also another skill of Shiki. He can fully examine an object with a quick glance and able to remember at least 90% of its details. Noting the untied laces on running shoes and the slight view of the bra were just many things he could see within a second.
The shinigami began to drool at the plate of donuts on the table as he leaned over on his chair.
"Don't let your drool fall onto the table or move your chair. I'm already taking a risk as it is letting you sit with me."
The shinigami looked up and wiped his drool, "Oh, don't worry. Things such as my excretions can't be sensed by any of the five senses you humans have. As for movement, well, I'll try my best, heheheh."
"Tch..."
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Shiki interrogated the man early in the morning after he had woken up. He was surprised to find the plates licked so clean. He didn't think anyone would eat that stuff. It was just there as a decoration but it didn't matter to him. He was able to find out that he and another person were working together to kill off the other Death Note users.
"Why didn't you just write his name down?"
"I couldn't, I didn't know his name..."
"How did you know I was a Death Note user?"
"He just told me, so I followed his orders..."
Shiki slowly walked away from the man and took out his knife. He twirled it in his hand.
"And what does he look like? Any noticeable features?"
"He was heavily dressed up with a hood and everything so I can't say anything as if he's fat or skinny... Average size for an adult, I guess."
"I see, well, thank you for your time," he smiled and he turned around. "You lived out your usefullness. Your existence is a possible interference with my plans so die."
"But I told you everything I knew! In fact! I can help you! You see, I have a lot of skills you might want!"
"Well, then tell me your full name. I might consider it if you trust me well enough."
"I-it's Kevin Crody..."
Shiki took out the rolled up Death Note from his backpocket and opened it to a page with many other written names already. All of them had highly sophisticated deaths. He uncapped a pen with a hand, placing it within his hand as he began to write down his name.
Noticing Shiki writing something in the Death Note, his eyes opened profusely.
"W-wait! What are you doing!? Please! Don't!"
Shiki stopped writing and closed the notebook. They were both silent. The man couldn't do anything but count the seconds as he hoped that he spared him.
"43... 44... 45..."
Suddenly, Kevin broke free of his ropes at the expense of breaking his wrists. He opened the door behind Shiki and soon left the house. Taking out Kevin's Death Note, he proceeded to burn it with a lighter. His shinigami looked in shock.
"H-hey! You said that our Death Notes wouldn't be destroyed!"
Shiki's shinigami laughed, "Well, too bad. I never promised it."
Kevin's shinigami opened its wings, "Damn it. Now I have to get another one."
It phased through the wall and disappeare. Grabbing the plates, Shiki went to the kitchen as he closed the door behind him.
Washing the dishes, the shinigami laughed.
"Another one down. You're really good at this, you killed eight of them already. Two more and you win! Hahaha!"
"It's a shame. This target is probably the only person whom I might find interesting to kill," he washed the plates and left them to naturally dry on the dish rack.
"Well, as long as you don't die, I don't really give a damn."
Leaving the kitchen, Shiki grabbed his red coat. Taking out a cloth, he rubbed off the any fingerprints on his doorknob and left the house. The shinigami laughed as he followed closely behind him.
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Shiki leaned back on his chair and tilted his head from shoulder to shoulder. His eyes skimmed through the crowd until he met a another pair looking back at his. As he turned back to his tea, thoughts raced through his mind. He lifted the cup of tea and sipped it again as he looked back a few times to make sure he wasn't hallucinating. His fan had long, golden hair mostly covered by a baseball cap and a small stature. He was first staring intently then it looked like he was shouting at empty air. Then he saw him raise a black notebook in the air and throw it on the ground.
"Cancel that cake for me, please," Shiki threw some coins on the table and threw on his coat.
The shinigami sighed, "Oh, come on, I was waiting for that cake! This place is famous for it, isn't it? Saw it on TV last night! Hey! Shiki! Man..."
Pushing his way through the crowd, Shiki kept his target in his sights. It was no mistake that he was the Death Note user. He didn't think it would be this easy but he expected resistance so he lowered his body to blend in with the crowd, hoping to surprise him.
The blond-haired boy noticed Shiki wasn't in his seat and began to look around feverishly. His body backed a little before he began to run into a nearby alleyway. Shiki made haste as he began to sprint through the crowd to quicken his pace. As he turned the corner, he saw the boy turn another corner. He took out his knife as a safety precaution and began to dash after him.
Shiki's knife was a single action OTF switchblade. It was very useful in situations such as this when chasing after a person. Carrying a regular knife would be troublesome and would cause unnecessary attention. As well, switchblade can't be seen easily until it's too late, giving Shiki a preemptive strike.
As Shiki closed in on his target, it turned around and pulled out a gun.
"Get away!" The boy pulled the trigger of his weapon three times.
The sound of the shots ringed through Shiki's ears. His reflexes kicked in and he quickly jumped to his left behind a garbage dumpster. As he heard the footsteps of the boy moving again, Shiki continued his pursuit.
As they turned multiple corners, the boy began to slow down and lose his breath, he turned to his back and shot his pistol until it ran out of ammo. He cursed to himself and continued running.
With the insurance that his target doesn't have anymore weapons to use, Shiki pocketed his knife and ran at his top speed. He jumped off the side of the wall and launched himself at the boy as he tried to turn another corner. Landing near him, Shiki grabbed the boy's ankle and tossed him into a stack of cardboard boxes.
His physical strength was above-average but it also helped that his target was light and weak. Standing up, he brushed his pants and walked towards the boy. As he scrambled to get out of the boxes, Shiki lifted him up by the collar and took the Death Note from him.
The boy's shinigami appeared before him as a faceless monster covered by many ragged cloths over it. Ignoring the shinigami, he threw the boy back into the pile of boxes and flipped through his Death Note.
"Hey, kid. That guy has your Death Note, you gonna do anything about it? He's gonna kill ya if you don't."
Hearing the emotionless warning coming from his shinigami, the kid promptly scrambled to his feet and jumped to grab what was his.
"I know, Jakre, shut up already!"
Shiki stopped his efforts with one hand as he continued to examine the contents.
"Tell me, kid, why did you get the shinigami eyes? They cut your life in half."
"It's so I can kill you, fucker!"
"Eh, a girl's voice? Trying to be tomboys here, now aren't we?"
Shiki lightened his push, allowing the girl to get closer to him. Moving his hand to her neck, he gripped the girl's neck and lifted her into the air.
"Tell me, do you know anything about a man that's heavily dressed? One that hides his identity really well?"
The girl grunted, "I don't know who the hell you're talking about."
As she tried clawing her way out of the grip, Shiki tightened it even more. Sighing, he tossed her to the ground.
"Hey, Jakre, your user is about to die. You okay with that?"
Giving little emotion, it replied, "Doesn't matter. She was a bad user anyway."
Shiki stomped his foot onto the girl's small body, "Mind telling me your name?"
"Shut up, you asshole!"
"Still talking back at me? Tch. Hey, shinigami. What's her name?"
Shiki's shinigami appeared beside the girl's shinigami, "Eh? You want me to tell you? That's cheating, isn't it? Sorry, no can do. We shinigami decided not to help our users other than give verbal advice on how to use the Death Note but nothing to the point of giving away names."
"Figured as much."
Jakre shook his head slowly, "We shinigami might be mischievous but when we gamble, we do it with honour."
Shiki's shinigami laughed out loud as he held his chest, "Oh, Jakre, you're a mouthful."
The girl struggled to her feet, feeling the pain all over her body. Shiki grabbed her hair and took out his knife.
"Look, I need to know your name. If you give it to me without any trouble, I'll give you a peaceful death. Otherwise, I'm going to have to use you as a tool."
Despite Shiki being a ruthless killer, he had a soft spot for any woman. He always gave them a peaceful death if they cooperated with him. But if they disagree, he would give them a brutal death instead.
"No way! Let me go!"
Shiki sighed yet again and threw her to the ground into a puddle. The dirty water splashed her clothes leaving a print of her bra into the shirt. He quickly patted her pockets and took out a phone.
"H-hey! That's mine!"
The girl got to her knees before being kicked down again, her face right into the filthy water. Shiki opened the flip phone and went through her contacts. Pressing the dial button, the sounds of each number being pressed became automatic. It was going to connect.
"Last chance, are you going to give me your name easily or do I have to find it myself?"
"You can suck it!"
"Heh."
The cellphone connected. On the other end was the sound of a yawning man.
"Congratulations, Shiki. Thank you for killing everyone for me. Gives me less trouble for having to go outside to do anything."
"What did you just say?"
"Heh, I guess you're confused. You can call me Jack."
"Are you the last Death Note user?"
"Depends, are you going to kill that girl? Or do I have to?"
Shiki looked over to the girl, she was still on the ground. He heard her crying quietly as she tried to get up but her legs throbbed badly.
"Go ahead, kill her. It's not like I care."
"Really Shiki? Killing an innocent woman?"
"What are the chances I would call you?"
"Changing the subject, eh? Well, it's pretty high considering all the numbers on her phone connect to me."
"And what would you get out of all this?"
"Your identity. Now that I know what you look like, it's going to be simple for me to kill you."
"Then you're around here?"
Shiki looked in his surroundings but it was nothing but brick walls. The exits led to another corner so there was no way Shiki wouldn't notice anyone. The only way was a satellite camera, a remote way to track him.
"Guessing from your silence, I guess you know a lot more."
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"Are you wealthy by any chance, Jack?"
The man yawned. He stretched on his couch as he moved his finger across the trackpad. On his laptop showed a bird's eye view of Shiki using his phone. A man with a suit carrying a plate of snacks placed them infront of Jack and left silently.
Picking up the tea cup, he sipped it.
"Heh, and why would you want to know?"
"I heard another person there just come in and put a tray of tea on the table."
"Could be my mother? Who knows?"
Jack opened his Death Note. In it was a list of names with instructions for each one. Taking a pen out of a cup, he directed it to a girl's name with two blank spaces before another name was written. Looking at his watch, he began to write something down.
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"You're really a pain."
Shiki put his knfie back into his pocket. This was bad for him. He didn't expect such a Death Note user to exist.
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Up & Down - 9
Krom: If I had the chance, I would become a teacher and then get little girls to start liking me so when they grow up, they would totally bone me.
Sern: Sounds like a plan.
Sern: Sounds like a plan.
Monday, February 11, 2008
Monday, February 4, 2008
Up & Down - 8
Sern: Captain Falcon's Final Smash sucks shit. Why his F-Zero?
Krom: I wanted Captain Falcon's final smash to be an epic Falcon Punch. One that's accompanied by a thirty minute fully animated feature that has the budget of the entire Lord of the Rings trilogy put together times 2.
The animation shows Falcon growing up, learning from his mentor how to be a strong fighter and to fight for what's right. Then, it shows whoever the opponent or opponents are show up and kill all of Falcon's friends and family. From there, things kick back into real time, and it shows tears streaming down Falcon's face as his mask explodes. He begins charging his punch, and in the background, images of his fallen friends and family are cheering him on.
Then, he unleashes it. A Falcon Punch so powerful, that you have to drop your controller because it's shaking so hard. Your sound system explodes, no matter how high end it is. The last thing you see before your TV screen explodes is the enemy turn to dust as they are hit by a flaming falcon the size of the moon.
Sern: I cried.
Krom: I wanted Captain Falcon's final smash to be an epic Falcon Punch. One that's accompanied by a thirty minute fully animated feature that has the budget of the entire Lord of the Rings trilogy put together times 2.
The animation shows Falcon growing up, learning from his mentor how to be a strong fighter and to fight for what's right. Then, it shows whoever the opponent or opponents are show up and kill all of Falcon's friends and family. From there, things kick back into real time, and it shows tears streaming down Falcon's face as his mask explodes. He begins charging his punch, and in the background, images of his fallen friends and family are cheering him on.
Then, he unleashes it. A Falcon Punch so powerful, that you have to drop your controller because it's shaking so hard. Your sound system explodes, no matter how high end it is. The last thing you see before your TV screen explodes is the enemy turn to dust as they are hit by a flaming falcon the size of the moon.
Sern: I cried.
Sunday, February 3, 2008
Up & Down - 7
Sern: Man, I suck at Jenga. Damn, I wish there was a good strategy against people.
Krom: I bet my opponent would lose his cool when I start masturbating in front of him after every move. And when it's my turn, I'll take out this one tile and the tower tilts towards me. At that exact moment, I climax and my cum hits the tower, pushing it back into place, with the weight of my man juice balancing the tower in a gravity paradox.
Sern: I don't know if you're being a troll or a weeaboo.
Krom: I bet my opponent would lose his cool when I start masturbating in front of him after every move. And when it's my turn, I'll take out this one tile and the tower tilts towards me. At that exact moment, I climax and my cum hits the tower, pushing it back into place, with the weight of my man juice balancing the tower in a gravity paradox.
Sern: I don't know if you're being a troll or a weeaboo.
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