Case: Unsolved Past (Death Note Fanfic)

Part I

New story ^·^ hope you enjoy.
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Hello everyone, My name is Ayame Kurosaki. Hmmm what can I say about myself... I'm 21 years old, I live in a one bed room apartment in the kanto region. I'm one of the best detective in Kanto region..well Japan actually: ) I was adopted a young age but no memory before the age 12 (you'll find out later). Adoptive parents died when I was 15 and my adoptive older brother moved to America....hmm honestly my life is a mystery and what makes it even better my right eye is red! I was born with. That's what my best friend says. Oh! And my best friend is a Shinigami! So yeah there's many missing gaps in my life but I'm happy. Well let's start the story.

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That stupid alarm clock! I thought groaning under my covers. I clutched on my comforter trying to bury myself from the noise.

"Mugen" I said in a tired and irritated tone, refusing to get up,"Shut it off."

Big mistake.

Next thing I hear is a crash against the wall. That jolted me awake.

I sat up, heart pounding in my chest, covers pooled around my waist.

"Okay you didn't had to do that!" I yelled at him. Looking at my poor, but annoying, alarm clock. That was the fifth one, "What if it was my phone!"

"Then it would be thrown out the window" he calmly stated.

We stared at eachother from this random argument.

I started laughing, my shoulders were shaking. Yep this is my ordinary morning.

"What time is it?" I asked, moving to the side of my bed and stretching my arms above my head. Seeing the sun light peaking through my curtains.

"Half hour past 8", Mugen answered .

"Eehh?!" I panicked. "Mugen! I'm gonna be late!" I rushed toward my dresser and grabbed my work clothes, running straight to the bathroom.

"I did wake you didn't I? I threw the clock." Mugen's response followed me as I shut the bathroom door behind me.

He knows not to come in. I threaten to ban apples.

"Damn shinigami ", I grumbled under my breath. I shed all my clothes off and stepped into the shower, greeted by warm water. Doing normal shower routine but faster.

I swear I set my alarm early as usual though....

That's right I'm twenty-one year old woman (hardly still childish), I live in one bedroom apartment (very furnished)  and my best friend/roommate is a Shinigami.

After the shower, fully dressed, in a white button up blouse and dark charcoal pants, my hair was done and make-up acceptable.  I walked out my bedroom and headed toward the kitchen.

Mugen was there, standing at past 7ft. , a large jackal  skeleton head, with long bone like horns that point upward. His clothing black and grey long robe-like shirt (that has wide sleeves), tunic pants with holes. Black boots cover his feet and his long, claw pointed, fingers stick out from his shirt. And dark blue green round bead necklace that decorate his neck.

His appearance may seem terrifying but not to me. Honestly Shinigamis aren't scary, humans are.

Mugen is my best friend.
He's like family to me.

"Weren't you in a rush ", his voice held amusement in it. As he was leaning against the kitchen counter, balancing an apple with his fingers. I still find kinda odd, funny too, how mostly apples have some sort of meaning of life and death gods love eating them.

"You liar. It's past 7! Not 8!." I fumed jokingly to be mad. I can't believe I fell for that.

"At least your early." Mugen smiled or what seems like one.

" 'At least your early'",I mimicked, as I gather items to make a small breakfast. "Do you want anything to eat?" I asked Mugen, I know he doesn't need to eat but I ask anyway. Plus he says human food is gross and the only exception are apples. Yeah, humans are the only weird ones in the world.

"I'll just take an apple ", he said as he grabbed one from the fruit bowl.

I finished preparing my breakfast as I set my plate on the table, grabbing the orange juice carton. I couldn't help but stare at Mugen, placing food in my mouth, but not really tasting it. My thoughts wonder off.

It may seem strange that I trust Mugen. But I do he's been by my side since I was thirteen. Mugen told me since I was born but I have no memory before thirteen. 

"Ayame, are you alright?", Mugen questioned, snapping out of my thoughts. He's always concern about me. What a weird shinigami, I smiled at that thought.

"It's just ", I started looking down at my plate, I honestly hate bringing this up. "Why can't I remember my childhood, when I was younger? I mean you said you've been with me since I was born. Why can't you tell me?." I realize my hands were empty, don't remember finishing my plate.

Mugen stood there staring as me, it felt like an eternity he finally answered.

"What happened in the past is too much to reveal. To just tell you would be difficult to not only for your sake but your health. I don't want to risk it by it hurting in any way. Just let it come to you."

"Your right. I just-"

"Just trust me, Ayame. Don't look for the past. Just look to your future." Mugen placed his hand on the top of my head.

A gentle gesture.

"Nnh " I responded, ignoring my childish plea.

"Alright. We must go or your gonna be late."

"You'll come either way, Mugen."

After rinsing the dirty dishes I placed them in the dishwasher and made a quick stop in the bathroom.

Facing the mirror I placed a brown color contact in my right, matches my left eye color.

My right eye is colored red.

The Shinigami Eye.

My left eye can see a person's name and lifeline. I can actually control it activating, the color contact just hides it's blood red color since its permanent. Mugen could use his powers to hide it, he claims he's done before, but I told him not to bother.

With that I left my apartment and head to the Japan Police Department, one of the task force members and one of Japan's best detective! It's actually I quite enjoy, solving crimes, serving justice, helping people. Running to my destination  with the shinigami by my side. No worries.

So yeah. I'm a police detective. I possess one Shinigami Eye. My best friend is a Shinigami himself.
I may have difficult time growing up, such as my memory loss, my adoptive parents horrible accident and my adoptive brother have no contact with me.
But I had Mugen and very dear friends through this.
This is my normal.....but I didn't think my normal could change dratically.