This is an excerpt from my AU Death Note Fan Fiction. This is the first of several excerpts I will be posting here. Do take note that I am only posting no more than 2 paragraphs and that this story is for Mature audiences. I will however for Gaia's rules, be posting the paragraphs are are PG-13.
Chapter 2 excerpt
A thin, somewhat muscular chest was rising and falling slowly, body half covered by soiled and threadbare sheets. His upper body was devoid of clothing, his lower half was covered in pale jeans. He was sprawled across the bed in a haphazard manner, indicative of his lack of caring for his person. On his ears was headphones playing some sort of techno or electronica music that was somewhat muted, but would still be perceived by the young male. A right arm lay across a face with sharp features, most noticeably a nose that was a little thinner than usual and high cheekbones. A fringe of dark red hair covered some of the arm; the young male shifted his arm away from this face, letting the fringes obscure his eyes by themselves. An alarm clock that was nearby started to beep loudly, prompting the red head to blearily open his eye and glare at the offending machine. He rotated his body and tiredly reached out and reached for the ‘snooze’ button. He glanced at the time and groaned in frustration. He was late for a job, like he cared; a job was still a job though and he sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and looking around, grey-blue eyes half-lidded in his grogginess. He takes in his ramshackle living space, the building he was in not entirely old, but old enough that there was always a lingering moldy smell, then again, perhaps it was just his laziness encroaching on his living space.
He gets up from his bed and shuffles to the rusting bathroom, making sure to take his MP3 along and pulling free his contacts container, opening each side, revealing emerald green colored contacts. He gazes into the mirror and places them one at a time, blinking to adjust them when they were in. He grinned in satisfaction, his alter-ego was out and ready to play another day. He shuffles to his closet and fished out a pair of pale ribbed jeans and strips from his slightly darker jeans and pulls on the new-ish pair. He digs around further and finds a faded red and black striped shirt, the ends of the sleeves and color are slightly frayed, but still wearable. This he pulls on lazily then shuffles out into the living room, a single laptop lay closed on a second hand coffee table that was surprisingly sturdy. He ignores that for the moment, directing himself to his coffee machine, opening the large can and frowning as he looked inside. He’d need to buy some more cans tomorrow; the very thought of going out into public when he was not on a mission made him shudder in disgust and anxiety. He’d already tossed out the last 2 months worth of coffee. Speaking of which…He opens the utensils drawer and pulls out a pack of smokes that he’d stashed there, as well as a lighter; keeping one always for his nicotine fix. He pulls a cancer stick free and brings it to his mouth and flicks the lighter on, the chemicals igniting and inhaled. It was bliss and he held the fumes in his lungs a moment longer before exhaling slowly. He pulls free a coffee filter and puts in his preferred amount of ground beans and puts that into the machine. He fills the pot with some water and adds that to the ground beans and places the pot into the appropriate spot where the caffeinated goodness would eventually assault his senses.
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