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aterproof jacket with the Google logo on its sleeve, a blue and green Sounders FC baseball cap, and of course, his Death Note. He was wearing his usual khaki cargo pan

g, announcements blaring over loudspeakers, and the clanging noises of luggage

luggage you'd l

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ttendant gave Ich

May I please se

is passport to

o go right over there

it. T

off to get th

d his backpack into the scanner after removing his laptop. Then, after taking his shoes, vest,

about his pants zipper.

w could he keep Soichiro from dying. Keep L from dying. Protect them from Kira, from Misa...Misa. What if he had Misa's note? He could give it to

hat. Plus, I don't want to kill anybody, especially not with a Death Note. It's not worth the risk of my soul being destroyed after I die. And anyway...who knows what kind of consequence killing the Chief's son would have on him.

hi

nts. Even though his father was a little...boisterous, he still loved th

had barely slept the night before, so he eventually fell asleep in his seat, despite the lack of legroom. He woke up abou

e fasten you

...fi

t a bit floaty, and a subtle feeling of nervous nausea crept into his gut. He was fully awake when the landing g

everybody mashed into him, in a mad rush to get off the plane. Ichirou picked up his backpack, and s

raining i

then." Ich

ing away from th

airport like in Frankfurt. Thank goodness. He strode rapidly up the entrance ramps leading to the interior of the

parents; his dad, Hans, had promised him that he'd drive him to their hou

ky-blue eyes, and a penchant for flower-patterned shirts. Although, sometimes he wished he'd be a little l

irou! I missed

hirou gasped as he had his

im from the rib-cracking hug,

ng good? How'd you like Tokyo,

's great. Did you hear about all

s' face melted off, re

latives have ties with Yakuza, so I've been worrying about our

belong. You love it here, and

?" Hans slung an arm o

ea

eeling? Not plane-

sily. Not like you." Ichirou poked

ot nice, Ichi!

dad." Ichir

ys got all th

ere there

ep

your room, waiting to tumble down in an aval

ad

fire. Had to burn something to smok

funny." Ichi

ough. They're a

nks,

his dad's dark-red Impreza wagon, sa

nally, l

n. Those airplane s

the weather to which color they should paint the living room

a little bit too serious sometimes, but they were, all in all, wonderful people. Ichirou wondered what kind of a man Soichiro Yagami was in real life. What was his personality? Did he ever think th

m hoooooome!"

an ill-aimed spoon tha

ng. And you still do it, full-well knowing that a small obj

r Hans came home, he'd sing out in his disastrous voice, and Satsuki would throw a spoon or chopsticks at him casually, not even bothering to look away from her

How're yo

ly, Ichirou. Come, c

ve his mom

arkling blue eyes. They made a wonderful contrast. The thing that tied them together was their passion for Japanese culture. At home, everybody took their shoes off, and they sat on the floor on tatami mats, in traditional Japanese style. Instead of pajamas, they wore kimono. Satsuki h

is parents with stories of college. He told them about his friends, the k

and plopped down in front of the small TV

t Japan and the world. More than eighty-seven people died of heart

and flipped

s. It's driving me up the wall. I swear, someone has

have a clue on who it i

s parents excla

o early twenties, who has associations with either the judicial system or law-enforcement. As in, a parent or older sibling or some other role model is involved in those lines of work. They can't feel ostracized or alienated by a certain group, or else they'd use whatever power they're using to kill the criminals to elimin

you, Ichi." H

funny, dad." I

estigating to the police, and unpa

right,

right." Hans s

uh? Time sure flies...He sighed, changed into his kimono, and laid down on the living-room c

His eyes looked tired and dull. He needed to sleep. Bu

sat next to his father, who wrapped his arm around the younger man's shoulder. Satsuki came soon enough, and Hans moved aside, patting a spot on the couch

t this, and turned his at

n Hans' burly chest, as the older man snored loudly. A smile played on the young ma

. A Shinigami, more specifically Rem, was floating over his mattress, its (he

inigami!" Ichirou

ame is Rem. I am

Death Note

n't know what would lead y

on. Don't like falli

s

person using a Dea

ow, and I d

.nobody else can

see me, unless someone else touc

ou don't mind. I'll be going to bed n

ike that with such impunity? But...it wasn't worth her while to get all riled up ab

, Ichirou Carson." She

the way, what kin

't need to eat, u

what would you eat? I mean, I've

do like

l try to get you some

ight, I

e killing people with no reason, so she'd probably leave him be for now. As long as he

leeping form quietly and remarkably gracefully for a man his size, laying her back on the couch. She'd been working quite a bit at the library recently,

und aimlessly, eventually feeling the plastic buttons of his small black alarm clock and smashing snooze, Ichirou slowly

when he smelled

is dad desperately attempting to fan the smoke from burning toast away from the fire alarm, complet

s the smoldering toast burst into flames. He spun around, grabbing the fire

out that one time Hans had tried to cook breakfast on Vale

at the fire alarm, until it event

then both burst out laughing. Nothing was really damaged, except for the toaster a

cook than his father was, Hans woke up Satsuki, and the two decided to g

, Ichirou?"

ngs I need to take care o

e, and don't go provoking

send them to you to deal

fate..." Han

dad. Mo

e,