After Deathnote: Ryuk's Story

Chapter 1: Durme

Isabelle's POV;

I look over at the thin black coated book sitting on my windowsill in an attempt to dry it, which proved to be an ill decision considering the rain had somehow found its sneaky way in through the small crack of my window, but at least I can say I tried.

I sigh before climbing off of my creaky framed bed and quickly grab the still moist book and find myself once again looking at this foreign object with more curiosity than I had ever had, more so because the language written inside of it was pure Japanese, and being that I'm an "Americanized Latina", as my Abuelitos would call me, the only language I truly knew by heart was pure English. That alone got me pretty far in the world besides the fact that when I go to family reunions I find myself trapped in the dreaded "language barrier" a wonderful place to be if you want to look stupid in front of relatives.

The only words that really stood out to me, however, was the words on the front of the cover, "Death note" which kind of confused me because I honestly never saw the to words combined. 

"Death...note...? Note of Death?..." I question quietly to myself before sitting back down on my small bed and think a bit deeper into the meaning behind the title, "Book of Death? Libro de  la Muerte?" sometimes saying what I'm thinking in Spanish helps me get more of a grasp of the thoughts quickly roaming my head. "So this notebook has to be about death?" I return my gaze to the first page of the book and find that the Japanese still isn't calling to me and just give up on analyzing the book and decide to just mark it as mines to keep my siblings away from it.

I toss the book aside and start looking for some sort of writing utensil to write my name with, settling for a sharpie in the end, and write my name nice and pretty on the front of the book because I personally find it disrespectful to write on the pages of a book just to write your name, it just didn't feel right to me.

With that I set the book on my writing desk and once again strap up my boots and put my rain jacket on so that I can go walk to the local food market to go buy some fresh veggies and meats for tonight's dinner. I cook for the family to let my parents relax after work, not to get gifts in return, but just because I understand how stressful work must be for them and I only want to make their life easier even if it makes mines that tad bit harder...after all they raised me for 17 years, it's the least I could do.

The rain had just barely started to clear up when I stepped foot outside and let me at least have a little peek of sunlight to allow a faint rainbow to shine in the distance, but like all good things, it had disappeared just as quickly as I had seen it.

A short while later I ring up all the items that I had gotten and pay the nice cashier I see every so often yet can't quite get her name, something I wasn't too good at considering I hardly talked to anyone, I was a more reserved and to myself kind of person although I would never turn down a conversation if someone had initiated it with me. I just never spoke with someone long enough to get their name, as sad as that sounds. 

I had gathered a small pile of vegetables of all different colors and sizes as well as thinly sliced meats with the intention of making some fajitas or perhaps some quesadillas with different meats, not to be a stereotypical Mexican family, but we loved Mexican food with a passion, plus it was something fairly simple to make in large batches so why not take the easy route when you could? There's no shame in my game.

When I step into my home I see my younger brothers wrestling around on the couch while my mom sits quietly at the end acting as though one wrong move from one of them wouldn't temporarily knock her unconscious.

I quickly set the bags down and pull the two apart, "Carlito, Juanito, go play upstairs or something, don't you see mom working, go" I shoo them away to which they happily oblige as long as they're having fun and not getting scolded for it they're happy campers. 

"Mama, where's Papa?" I ask before retreating to the kitchen to get started on dinner and she shrugs keeping her gaze fixated on her computer screen, "He's probably still at work hija don't worry about it" she reassures me before adding, "What are you cooking tonight cocinera?" and I chuckle, "Just some fajitas, nothing special, and I'm no chef, just your average cook" I smile at her before returning to the chopping up of the vegetables and sure enough my father walks in with the paperwork he had gained from his day as a lawyer for the people and a scowl on his face but when he walks into the kitchen and sees what I'm doing he can't help but smile, "You're too good to us Belle" he kisses my head before setting his work down and rolling up his sleeves. 

He wants to help.

After a while of bickering about what to put on the meat for marinade and how to properly warm up a tortilla we finally had food made and ready to be devoured by the minions and the rest of the family. Dinner was served.

Dinner came and went, my mom offered to wash the dishes, the kids went up to take their showers, and here I was looking at the damn book once more, still staring at the Japanese wording as if magically the words would appear in English but of course that was the case, it was physically impossible for a book to change in front of my eyes.

I don't know why I'm so interested in figuring out what the words say but for whatever reason something within me was telling me to not mess with this book until I knew what it was capable of, what the true purpose behind this book was. To the naked eye it looks like an ordinary notebook but in my heart I knew there was something much more to this simple looking book, there was something missing from the equation and I was going to find it...

or it was going to find me...

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Well this was a longish chapter, I just hope I can keep this up, I hope you don't mind that this is more like a filler chapter to tell you what her first day with the book was like, it is the most important day because it tells you just how naive or intelligent the beholder is, it lets the Shinigami know what they're in for...Ryuk is in for a rollercoaster ride with Belle.

ANYWHO,  

Good day, and sweet wishes,

-DLL