A deadly begining (Bianka, possably Akane)

[B]

In the mean time, a lone figure sat on the roof tops, a gun held tightly in his sweaty hands. He was used to this kind of dirty work, but now the job had become twice as hard. Assassinating someone less important was easier then assassinating someone everyone was after. Someone, like the leader of a drug cartel. Blue knew with one wrong move he would be dead within seconds. He took a deep staggering, and calming breath of the frigid night air. His finger held the trigger steady, his blue eyes watching everything happening at one time. He took a deep breath and got ready to pull the trigger. Come on Blue... He thought to himself quietly, reassuring himself. Sure, one wrong move could mean your death, but you've survived the gang, you can survive this, besides... At least my death will be quick and painless... Better then living this own personal Hell of mine in this gang. I can do this... He took a steady aim to the leader's forehead, the gun not even quivering in his hand, a sudden calmness claimed him and suddenly his fear dissipated, everything was numb. His hand slowly pulled the trigger-...

"Don't forget." A sly sneaky voice came from behind him, startling him, right before he could completely pull the trigger. It was his cruel and bitter leader, Jagger. "Gosh damn it, Jagger!" Blue sat up quickly with fear and was more alarmed then before. He spun around to face his skinny, but lethal leader. "What the hell? I was just about to pull the trigger and-" His mouth began to water at the thought of blood spewing all over the place, his deadly self instantly taking over. He sneered quietly, his canines glittering eerily in the light of the full moon. Sure, he hadn't always been like this. He used to be very kind and gentle, sweet and generous, until his parents had died in front of him, no... Had been tortured and then killed in front of him, and he had then later been separated from his brother that he always used to take care of. Who COULD blame him for changing? He had to be tough. Though by now he had grown used to killing, it was nothing but a game to him now, the harder it was, the more fun to him it was. The more fun he had. He was in it for the thrill and the adrenaline rush of the kill.

"It doesn't matter, B. You know what will happen to you if you miss this target-" As he talked, Blue put his eyes back in the scope ad kept a good eye on his target. Being known as the perfect shot as the perfect sniper did have it's advantages. But the more Jagger talked to him, the more time he lost between the blood spewing all over and the more the drug lord escaped. He found himself growing very impatient of Jagger's on going mouth and growling bitterly. "Yes, yes, I know this!" Blue hissed impatiently turning around to glare at Jagger. Jagger grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and yanked him to him so that they were face to face. "Listen kid, I was just trying to remind you about the consequences of your failure! Remember who raised you, remember who allowed you to grow to the highest of their ranks, DON'T bite the hand that feeds you!" Blue stared coolly into Jagger's dark piercing eyes, then within seconds Jagger tossed him to the ground and spun around, but Blue being slightly quicker, landed on his feet and snorted with disdain. He growled and spat in Jagger's direction when his back was completely turned. Stupid Jagger, one day I WILL show him up, and I WILL kill him as well. Boy would I give to see HIS head in my scope! Time after time again he had dreamt and had fantasies of Jagger dying by HIS gun, or by HIS fists, or by HIS blade. Ah the blood! His precious blood all over me and at my feet! Would I be in glory! Blood, Blood, all over the place, blood as red as rubies, blood as red as death roses! he laughed quietly as he focused his eyes back into the scope once more.

Slowly he surveyed the area, but there was no sign of the ol'drug lord. He howled with rage and anger toward Jagger who let him miss HIS prey that he needed to kill before the end of the night or else it would be his death. "Damn you, Jagger!" His voice cried out to the heavens. he sighed and rose once more. Well... A whole day of searching and when I finally found him and came so close to killing him-... Graah! Stupid Jagger! Quickly he jumped from roof top to roof top. He was also known to be very flexible and agile, very quick, almost like a shadow. He was great at hiding in the shadows just like a chameleon and jumping long distances. He almost seemed inhuman. He paused as a cold breeze blew and bit and nibbled at his flesh. The moonlight played an eerie effect on the city below. Against him, it made him look very ominous and dangerous, again, almost inhuman, but very powerful. His black haired turned silver in the lighting and his blue streaks glow white. He felt a smile slowly form upon his lips. "It's not that bad." He said to himself in a gentle whisper that seemed to be like the breeze itself. "After all, it can't be that hard to find him again... He couldn't have gone to far." His midnight blue eyes glow with an eager light, eager that the hunt has began once more, that the hunter was on the prowl once more. Though if you looked closer, you could see a burning hate, a burning hate for Jagger. Hate for the whole gang who had turned him and taken his brother away from him, well.. Accept for one person, but that didn't matter right now. Blue sighed. No time for moping around now, Blue... I've got a target to find before twelve a.m exactly...

The moonlight shown down his his dark red coat making it look like blood spattered all over him. The white of the fur around his hood appeared Silver. Still, he had no luck with finding his target. He had lost it for good, for he had been searching for hours it seemed. Slippery little demon, eh? Hnn... I guess that's it then... No more leads on the trail. He's a very sly person, he is... Blue sighed heavily and plopped down on the ground in a darkened alley way, that smelt of putrid trash and death. He glanced up toward the sky with a hopeful longing expression. For once, his soft side showing through. "Oh, Red... At least your in a better place now... I wish I was there too... I might just be joining you soon if I can't find this drug lord... He looked down the alleyway, lost in deep thought. Even though it wasn't as pretty as the black and midnight blue sky above twinkling with stars that shined like little diamonds in the sky, something had caught his attention. A little black note book was laying on the ground. He titled his head quietly and blinked in confusion. Slowly he stood up and walked over toward it. "What's this?" He muttered as he picked up the Death Note and looked it over. Death Note...? He read allowed in question. "Heh funny... Crude and morbid humor... I would like to meet this person." He sneered quietly and flipped through it. "Hm, nothings been written in it... What a pity, that is... If it's true." He paused for a second, now feeling as if he was being watched. He set his ears in tune with everything around him, and with hearing almost as good as a dogs, he listened, encrypting the footsteps seeing if anyone was around him. When he realized he was probably just being paranoid he shrugged it off. "Heh, such a stupid little note..." He sighed. "If only such a thing did exist." he dropped the notebook on the ground again and walked a little bit of ways before he paused again. It can't be true... Not such a thing exists... That's not possible, not reality...

He went to leave the cold alley way until suddenly he head a deep voice behind him. "What? Your not going to use it?"
"Huh?! Blue spun around though saw no one around him. "Yeah, real funny guys, seriously, stop it. I have a job to attend to, not foolish games." Blue growled quietly toward the shadows, believing it was the gang members, but he paused when a thought interrupted him and made his blood run cold. Wait... I didn't hear their foot steps, something is wrong... What the hell?
"Your no fun... I thought you would be more interesting then that, Blue. Or should I call you B?" It sounded as if whoever it was, was mocking him, makign fun of him for knowing something no one, not even himself, knew or remembered. "W-who are you!?" Blue snarled into the dark alley once more, baring his slight fangs. "Show yourself, coward!" His hands gripped his specially made sniper gun, that made no sound when it shot. He got a cackle of deep wild laughter as a response. "It would be such a shame to kill someone like you. And that gun will have no effect on my human." Blue closed his eyes trying to pin point the exact location of the voice and quickly spun around and froze, all the color drained away from his face. A giant thing stood not only inches away from him. It was tall, but appeared mostly human. But that wasn't the crazy thing, it wore a bone mask, and his hands and toes were webbed together. That wasn't the most frightening thing though, behind him, he held a giant scythe that seemed to have HIS name etched all over it. Blue took in a deep breath trying to calm himself, his thoughts reeling in his head. Am I dead? No, No... I didn't die, I didn't get shot... I must be asleep, I must be dreaming... Why is the grin reappear here, in MY dreams?!"Hm, interesting... I've never met a human with ears as good as yours..." Said the Grim Reaper, then he smiled slightly. "Where's your bravado now, B?" Blue said nothing, he felt as if his tongue had swollen in his mouth. "But for the most part, why don't you try out that little notebook? I mean after all... what harm could it do? I've done the honors of sending after your gang, they should be here any minute ready to kill you. But I guess if you don't want it, I can take it back and watch you die. After all... No skin off my bones. Kyukyukyu." he had a very awqward laugh to Blue's ears. He walked over and picked the Death Note up off the ground and slowly began to disappear...
"No, wait!"

Blue suddenly felt all the color run back into his face, his heart began to beat once more, he felt as if he had thawed out and could breathe, as if he wasn;t frozen in time any more and now was able to move. "Hmm?" The reaper turned around to face him, a smile clear on his face, a smile of death. "I... Who are you?
"Heh, you wouldn't believe me even if I told you."
"I... I think I'll believe anything at this moment." Blue said quietly, all cockiness from before gone. he watched the reaper careful with his all knowing blue eyes. His emotions and thoughts where still reeling inside his head, like a tornado of confusion and disaster, he knew nothing any more. he couldn't decipher truth from fake. "Oh really? The reapers smile widened into an inhuman smile suddenly. "I am a shinigami." everything went silent for a long moment. The only sound was the cold icy wind whistling through the alley in a low moan. Suddenly, Blue smiled, no, not just a normal smile, but one that slightly imitated the shinigami's, and slowly he held out his hands which no longer trembled. "Oh, you want it now?" Blue nodded quietly, still slightly unable to talk. "Fine, it's all yours. The shinigami handed over the Death Note without a word of disapproval. Blue grabbed dit and held it close to his chest, digging through his coat pocket and then his trench coat that he wore over it. "A...Are you positive I can have it?" Another laugh from the human-like shinigami. "Of course. If I didn't want it, I wouldn't just left it here. Or I could have just killed you." Blue wasn't effected by the threat. "Is there anything I should know about this, shinigami?" "Eh, the rules are inside of it, read 'um, learn 'um, and memorize them yourself, kid." Suddenly they both heard yells and shouts. "I think he's this way! He quickly distinguished the rough voice from the others, it was Jagger's, leading them like usual. "Kyukyukyukyu." The shinigami laughed. "This outta be fun." Blue heard the foot steps growing closer and closer. he knew they were running which was unusual, and he also could tell by the sound of their shouts, that they were coming for blood. To be more precise, his blood. "What did you tell them?!" Blue asked, quickly trying to read over the rules. "Nothing much, I just sent a dying comrade of yours to your leader saying you attacked him, and Jagger was next." Blue felt his blood run cold once more, but found himself sneering about the whole situation. "Your a smart shinigami.. I'm glad I got to meet you."
"What? Claiming it's over already?"
"Oh, quite the opposite my friends. It's only just begun!"
"Heh, just as I thought... You've got spirit kid, I like that. And I've NEVER said that to someone before." and suddenly, they appeared. Jagger in the lead, holding out a pistol an animistic glow in his eyes. "B!" He called out to him in a blood chilling yell. Blue quickly turned around to face him. But instead, he had a barrel of the pistol straight in his face.

"You son of a bitc-" Someone laid a hand on Jagger's shoulder, it slightly seemed to calm him. "Why??" He snarled. His face only inches away from Blue's. "Why did you kill him? Why are you betraying us, Blue?! We brought you into this gang and took care of you-... And you turn against us like this?! You were our best sniper-!!..."
"But Jagger-!" Blue began, but he was quickly silenced with a gesture from Jagger's hand. "But, no matter...Now... Now I'm not leaving without your blood covering the walls and ground, tonight." Blue quickly opened up the Death Note and took a deep breath, and then quickly began to write-

'Jagger Mc'

Before he could finish, Jagger snarled. "What are you writing, B?"
"Nothing." Yet he still continued to write frantically, trying to hurry. So far he had-

Jagger Mcclain- Dies'

Again, he was interrupted. "Look at me, B... Look at me when I'm talking to you!" Suddenly a gun shot rang out and echoed around the alley. Blue suddenly felt the pain of the bullet that hat entered his right shoulder blade. Pain, an every flowing river of pain and blood squirted and spewed from the wound. The sharp searing pain ran up along his body everywhere, putting every nerve in his body on edge, making it just hurt worse. Bells rang in his ears from the pain as he slowly looked down. Blood began to seep through his crimson red coat from his wound. The blood he so longed to see, was his own. His own blood, like dead rose petals, began to fall to the ground. The 'rose petals' soon surrounded his feet in a puddle, and it was his blood that slowly caressed his arm in warm streaks and dropped of his hand. he couldn't move his whole arm. From then on out everything went by in like a dream like state. His whole body felt numb and his mind went blank, time seemed to stand still. But just as soon as the moment came, it passed, suddenly he felt everything again and held his tongue, trying to hold back the cry of pain. He clenched his teeth together and ground them, slowly reaching out with his left hand to grab the Death Note, and using his left hand again, while on the ground with his limp right arm, he finally was able to finish it, in the longest minutes of his life.

Jagger Mcclain- Dies when buildings collapse ontop of him.

Then he continued, writing all the gang members names in the Death Note and the same detail over and over and over again, all accept one... He realized who was in the middle of them all- Bee. The only person and the last person the gang accepted into the gang. And the youngest. Bee had done nothing to him to deserve this kind of fate.

The buildings around them began to tremble and shake, the foundations beneath began to crumble and fall apart. He realized if he stayed he too would die in the rubble and the apartments would destroy him as well. He stood up weakly, already his body suffering from loss of blood, but he ran out of the alley way, his shinigami following closely after him. When running past all the dazed gang members, he grabbed Bee's hand and drug her out of the alley just as the buildings collapsed on top of them all, saving hers and he's life. He collapsed within seconds onto the ground trembling from the pain that had worsened ten fold from him jolting it like he had. He held his arm in a deadly silence for a long time. keeping his Death Note hidden in the inside pocket of his trench coat. "Wow.... That's quiet a blow you got there kid." The shinigami muttered quietly staring him over. Blue smiled quietly and answered him, knowing that Bee couldn't hear him over the loud noise of the falling aparetments. "Aw, this thing?... It doesn't face me one bit." He managed to say in between gasps of pain and his clenched teeth. He earned a smile from the shinigami. "Well.. I must say, kid... You've done enough to earn my name. my name is Dellidovely. And I too am glad to find a great owner like you for my Death Note." B let his smile grow into a grin, an evil grin of power, but intelligence. "Looks like we're a team then, Dellidovely... My name... Is B."Aka; The new Kira.

(I picture this will be all over the news too, and B is going to right a note later and place it on top of the rubble saying that 'The game has just begun, L. Do you think you can play it again? - Kira.' Written in someone else's blood.)

[The Dark Lord]

"Okay... What the HELL just happened?"

Bianka was still in shock after having seen the building collapse on top of all the other members of her gang. While it was true that she hated most of them, she did have a couple of mixed feelings about this. She didn't know whether to celebrate her freedom, or to mourn some of their deaths. Not all of them were awful people. Some of them were forced into the life just as she was, and why was it that she was spared? How had this even happened? Had a bomb been set off? She was so confused.

"What... How did that?... Do you know? Wow." Bianka simply did not know what to say or how to respond to this situation. It was too much to deal with and she was still in shock. She forced herself to remain calm. She wouldn't allow herself to freak out, even though she still had no idea what was going on. At the very least, at least she was alive. She and Blue had been spared.

"How... did that happen?"

[rein]

The very foundations of Japan shook, making the youth lose his footing on the pavement. Instincts made him safeguard his expensive accessories before thinking of his own safety. Geeze, was a boring day too much to ask for? Probably... especially when one was in this area of Japan. Although, taking his objectives into concern, a boring day was exactly what he was trying to break out from. After the shockwaves had subsided, Xerxes Hayashi lifted his aqua eyes to the sky. A looming dark cloud of smoke lifted upwards and guess what? It was right above his present destination.

Curses flew through his mind as he braced the handle of his bag tighter and broke into a run for the building. What the hell happened? Surely the gang wasn't stupid enough to play around with explosives to rip off this incident as a accident. Taking a sharp turn around the corner, he was rooted to the ground as he beheld the sight before him. The once 'grand' headquarters of the gang in Japan was now but a pile of rubble in the middle of downtown. For all the corpses that littered the fallen debris, any idiot could tell that this was no planned feint by the gang. From what he could see right where he was, Xerxes could already confidently guess most if not all of the gang were now gone in the blink of an eye.

Dust clouds blurred his vision but as they settled, Xerxes could finally make out two figures silhouetted in the site. He squinted his eyes before they widened in realization. He knew them. Picking up his feet once more, he ran towards the closest one. "Bianka," he said, coming to her side. "What happened here?"

[B]

"I... I don't know..." Blue spoke quietly, answering both their questions even though the second one was meant for Bianka. He turned around weakly to face her. "And I guess it was just a feeling I had..." He knew that Bianka hadn't been with them long enough to know that his senses were finally in tuned with most of the things around him. Though, he thought about explaining it to her when his shoulder began to burn and sting even worse then before. He ground his teeth and bowed his head.

"Xerxes." He muttered quietly. Xerxes he had known as well, he had to know all the members, after all... He WAS close to the leader. In fact, if anything, he had to be the one to raise a new gang up, if he wanted too. But his focus was in on the little black note book tucked away in his pocket. "The whole gang... Besides us... Is dead..." He spoke bitterly through his teeth. "The buildings... Collapsed on every one of them." He finally was able to finish and looked up at both of them through the thick smoke. "We have to get out of here, guys. We'll be caught at the scene and get busted even though our gang is dead. Talking to both of them this time, he looked both them over, Bianka at the most to make sure she hadn't been injured as bad. His voice hushed quietly, as he heard the sirens in the distance and felt fear begin to bubble up in his stomach. "And we must hurry, if we are to escape on time!"

Blue tried too stand once more, but failed miserably ending up on the ground. His whole plan had back fired on him in mere seconds. His shinigami was laughing at him quietly, and watching the whole scene with speculation an audience would have at a new show. Though Blue ignored him as he looked from Bianka to Xerxes and back. "Both of you get out of here while you can.... Leave me here, I'll only slow you down..." Even though deep inside he didn't want to be left behind, he wanted to live as well, though he didn't want the two somewhat newcomers to die with him either.

[The Dark Lord]

No matter how hard she tried, Bianka could barely tear her eyes away from the massive pile of rubble and corpses. She had been lucky enough to get out unscathed, but she had cut it rather close. How had she survived? Why did she get the opportunity? No doubt she had simply lucked out, but what were the chances? Just as she began wondering the answers to these questions, yet another survivor appeared as Xerxes approached. Luckily he had not been in the building.

"I... Don't know what happened.. It just... fell."

Bianka was still very much in shock. She simply didn't know how to react, as she barely understood what had happened. It didn't even seem as though Blue understood the situation any better, although he did seem much more calm. He clearly began reasoning how and why they should escape, and it seemed like a very good idea. The three of them were members of the gang and would likely get arrested if caught, but unfortunately, Blue didn't even seem able to stand up.

"Well, we certainly can't leave him behind," she said to Xerxes. "Help me carry him."

Bianka bent down and placed one of Blue's arms over her shoulder and then gesticulated for Xerxes to take the other arm.

"We gotta get out of here."

((Sorry it sucked so much. Low muse... tired. ))

[rein]

'It just fell.'

Although every cell in Xerxes' body screamed that something was not right about that explaination, the so called genius with an IQ of over 200 just couldn't call forth any other reasonable cause. Admittedly, it was suspicious that only Blue and Bianka lived through this catastrophe while everyone else died but what could those two do on their own? He couldn't rightly blame them for this. There was no logic behind this, none at all. It would have taken more power than these two youths to pull together in their entire lifetime to pull something like this off. That and to calculate the whole thing so that it would cause the death of every gang member except them would be something near impossible.

And so there was no reason why he shouldn't help them. After all, he was a part of the gang as well, though through a more indirect relationship. And of course, he had no arguments to the proposal to leave. Following behind the girl, he stooped down and lifted an arm over and across his shoulder. It was then when he saw it: a thin black book clutched within Blue's hand. "Blue, what's this?" without doubting the innocence of it, Xerxes' spare hand instinctively reached out for the object.

[B]

Blue looked up at Xerxes and Bianka with gratefulness in his eyes for the first time in his life. The lonely sniper nodded quietly to Bianka's words and winced as they stood him up. "I agree, and we must do it quickly, for I hear the sirens in the distance, and the longer we talk the faster they come." He shut his eyes and took a deep breath trying hard to focus on all the noises around him, but before he could even pick up any sound he heard Xerxes innocent voice beside him and froze. 'Blue, what's this?' Blue looked down in his hands and realized that his Death Note was showing, and he had clutched it tightly to his chest. He tried to hide the panic in his eyes with ease. He knew he couldn't pull away because they were holding him up, and he didn't want Xerxes touching it because if he read was on the inside, he would have known that he had killed almost all of the members in the gang.

"I wouldn't let him touch that, kid, Rrrr... Blue." Blue forced himself not to jump as his shinigami's voice. Blue also had to stop his temptation to ask the usual question, so instead, he asked it clear in his mind, wishing that a shinigami could read minds. Begging that they could but knowing clearly that he couldn't. Why, Why, Dellidovely? Blue's mind raced now, wondering why the shinigami would tell him something like that and not finish the sentence. The shimigami laughed quietly, noticing the 'in-deep-thought' look. "Heh, find it out yourself, Blue. I'll just tell you this, you'll regret it if he does." And as quickly as Dellidovely had came, he grew wings and quickly vanished into the air.

Quickly Blue's mind came back into the present and he noticed Xerxes' hand was dangerously close to his Death Note now. His thoughts began to flow and panic set in deep inside his stomach, though he hid it behind his sly poker face. Why should I do, what would be the harm in him TOUCHING it? I mean, seriously?... But I should listen to Dellidovely's warning, but what all harm could it do? Blue shook his head, knowing he would rather not risk it and weakly he pulled it out of Xerxes' reach, in an innocent gesture as if to show him the Death Note, keeping the title of it facing his chest so him nor Bianka could read it. "What, this ol'thing?.... It contains all the notes I write about where my victims are, where they go every day, I guess you can call it my little victim's log. I keep everything about them in here." Blue made sure to keep it out of his reach and still acted to be showing it to him innocently, when in truth he was trying as hard as he could to keep Xerxes away. Still, the only sign of his panic was his hand shaking, which he could have easily blamed it on the 'fear' he had experienced of being crushed underneath the buildings. Far away in the distance he could hear the laugh of Dellidovely, the Death Note's previous owner, his shinigami that refused to tell him anything.