Thread: A Warped Sense of Justice [Death Note] (Yuna & Reinholdt's 1x1)

Sakura Takesho Minutes later, the gates came into view of Sakura's red orbs. Her fists had subconsciously clenched, causing her nails to dig into her palms. By the time she knelt in front of her parents' graves, they were all but ready to break through her flesh and draw some blood. Perhaps the fact that her parents wouldn't like it was what made her cease. Regardless, it was an unknown source. For all Sakura knew, it may just have been dumbass luck. Whatever it was, she'd listen to it ... for now. A shaky hand reached out and rested upon the tombstone before wrapping around it, as if she were trying to hug them instead of the cold tomb. Her head rested right above both of their names so they were still able to be seen by her eyes. Her hands trembled as the flashback began to haunt her mind. Miss Takesho? I'm sorry but your parents were found killed in an alleyway. .... What?! What the fuck do you mean?! Why?! From what we could gather, for funds. Money?! That's really fucking it?! Who the fuck did this?! Sorry, but right now, we don't have enough evidence to find any one specific person. But we'll get right on it. Even to this day, they had admitted to Sakura that they had indeed found out who the person was. They had even given her his name. But apparently, they didn't have enough evidence. The memory made her eyes roll as a few tears fell down face. Such bullshit. It's not fair ..... urgh! Her more violent tendencies were kicking in. She wanted to punch something. Not the grave though, no. They didn't deserve it. Something else, maybe. But she had more respect and control than to take her fury out on another grave. She decided that she could wait for home and take her aggressions out on a wall. For now though, her eyes glanced down as she realized it was becoming difficult to feel her legs. As much as Sakura didn't wish to, she had to head back to get warm. It wouldn't be good to start the new year with frostbite of all things. Slowly, Sakura pushed herself up to her feet. Before she could take a step out of the graveyard, however, a black book literally fell near her feet. The sight made her blink several times. ... What in the fuck ... ?? Leaning forward, Sakura picked it up if for no other reason to keep it from getting ruined by the snow or getting too wet. Upon the cover, it read Death Note , causing her to chuckle. This some sort of a joke? The hell? Her feet began to guide her out as she opened the book and began to read the inside. ... This thing has instructions? Disbelief was slowly beginning to turn into intrigue. The more she read it, the more it sounded .... real. Like some sort of .. spellbook. No, not spell book. Maybe at first, yes. But upon closer investigation ..... It's for taking lives. The voice from behind made Sakura's head turn and then her face pale. A mostly skeletal figure was now behind her, making her close the book and back away. Whoa, whoa, whoa! I -- it's not my -- I know it isn't. Not yet, anyway. Relax. Keep walking to your destination and I'll explain. .... And you are? A Shinigami, former owner of that book. ... So .. you're giving it to me? Yes. You could say I'm a dark guardian angel of sorts. I've seen you, watched you over the past several months trying to cope with the abrupt loss. So, I'm giving you a way to get what you want. Everything was hitting Sakura like a brick with each step she took. This ... was almost too good to be true. There had to be a catch. She wanted to ask, but fear kept her from doing so. Her heart raced as she continued the trek back, thinking over everything that had been said to her thus far.