The Perfect Strawberry Cake, A Death Note Story

'Well, I'll be going now.” I forced a small smile at my parents before stepping out the door.
My mother gave me a teared-eyed look, mustering up the courage to say good-bye while my father was comforting her and my little brother was picking his nose with a deadpanned look.
What a nice way to see how he cares. Little brat.
I started walking out the door, ready to get out of this little town, to find a new life, new friends, and perhaps, a new man. THIS was the beginning of my life.
“HELLO AYUMI !!!” A shrill voice interrupted my collecting of thoughts. Or in other words, my nap. I jumped up from my seat, grabbing my chest as if my heart was about to jump out.
A cute girl around my age with short brown hair in pigtails was grinning down stupidly at me.
”Having a good day?” She was practically jumping in place.
Uh, yeah.
A middle aged woman -The Librarian- hissed at Yumi, who continued to ignore everything around her (meaning the glares she was getting) and concentrating her entire attention on me.
What was she doing here? I blinked slowly before moving away from her. I glanced around my location, realizing piece by piece what I had been doing. Something was missing.
“Have you seen Yuujiro-kun?” My voice came out as a hoarse whisper, while I ran a hand through my hair.
Analyzing the situation closely, I'd have to say that Yuujiro-kun just ditched me. I sighed in irritation before Yumi was about to tell me the answer that I already knew. Shit. How was I supposed to finish my report now? It was due in a few months and I didn't have any time seeing as how I had to go to work for the next five days.
Getting angry wasn't going to do anything. I sat back in my seat, opening the nearest book next to me.
“What are you doing, Ayumi?” Yumi asked, finally dropping her voice to a more discreet volume, and sat across from me.
“Are you going to study even without-”
“I, Ayumi Miyamoto, WILL finish this project with or without the help of others.” I had cut her off, turning skimming the pages without actually reading what was written.

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Hours.I don't know how long I've been here, but seeing the look on the librarian's face meant that I've been here long enough. Meaning I wasted an afternoon off without advancing in my studies.
I had a look close to tearing up in public and frowned while putting away the books and borrowed two others to continue on at home.
Yumi followed me around with a apologetic smile until we reached our apartment door. She, my roommate of five months, opened the door, letting us in. She then closed behind her and took off her shoes like I was doing.
“If you're about to cry, I'm here.” Yumi spoke for the first time after we left the library.
“I'm not about to cry because of that.” I snorted, passing through the hallway and installing myself on two futons -Mine and Yumi's- that covered the small living room floor.
Yumi came over and turned on the television, just like every late afternoon, except when we had studying sessions or meetings.
Being at Toudai wasn't the most fun place to stay after our courses. But we had no choice, since we lived in the residential parts of the campus and had nothing else to do. At least the promising future we had was good enough to make us suck up and work.
My stomach grumbled, making me remember to feed myself after a wasted day. Yumi's bright chocolate eyes turned away from her anime series to stare at me.
“Hungry? You can eat the leftover curry from last night.” She said, and turned back to the television rapidly after hearing a certain:”CHIDORI !” from a character.
I wasn't in the mood for leftover curry. And the familiar scent of ramen noodles entered my nostrils. Probably came from neighbors upstairs.
Eating ramen wouldn't be so bad. And I'm sure there's still some left around the kitchen.
Suddenly, Yumi screamed. In a dramatic fake way. “SASUKE!! WHY TV? WHY ?!”
I raised an eyebrow, walking back towards the room. “What happened?” I asked a crying Yumi. I couldn't believe she was such an otaku behind her daily -Toudai Student- mask.
“Damn TV...” She pointed at the television where where a message was on.
'Apologies,We interrupt our regularly scheduled programming to bring you this special report.'
“What fucking report is more special thanNARUTO!Come on! Naruto vs. Sasuke!” Yumi raised her hands to grab her short hair and seemed to pull on them. Hard.
“Yumi! Calm down!” I shushed her and waited till the message was gone. On screen, A man appeared spoking in a rushed way.“We apologize for interrupting our normal programming. A live international broadcast from the ICPO ,Interpol, will now begin.”
“Why do weCARE?” Yumi was right. But unless it had something to do with world domination-insert snort-or something, we really didn't care.
“So here it is.”
The scene changed and another man appeared with a more serious face (My type of man, except for the way his hair was).
“I am the one person who controls the entire planet's police force, Lind L. Taylor alias, L.”
Yumi and I shared confused looks.
“To the murderer who's targeting criminal after criminal: This is unforgivable; the worst crime in history. Consequently, I will catch the ringleader of these crimes, referred to vulgarly as “Kira”. I can imagine what you must be thinking, to do something like this. But, what you are doing is EVIL.”
I sat absentmindedly on the floor, absorbing what he had said.
Kira,
killing,
crime,
andL.Did the police really have a head named like that? How come we only learn about him now?
Yumi didn't say anything from her part. Her eyes seemed in deep concentration, looking at the television, waiting for something.
Was this some kind of prank? I doubt it was, but what just happened had a taste of falseness.
The man, without warning, screamed, clutching his chest before his head fell on the desk.
Forget what I said earlier and add it here. THIS was fake. A sick joke. But my body thought differently. My stomach was turning, my eyes wide and my breath caught in my throat.
I would not believe this.
The scene changed once more, as if we were traumatized enough, and a fancy writtenLcame on. A voice, which was obviously disguised spoke out,
"I don't believe it. This was an experiment to test a hunch I had, but I never thought that...KIRA.You can actually kill people without making any physical contact. I didn't believe it, until I saw it with my own eyes."
I still couldn't make any noise, still shocked about seeing a death happen in front of the TV. Even through it was real... It felt so surreal to believe any of this was actually happening this very second, in my life.
Iwillnot believe this.