This is my first fanfic. It has no relevance with Death Note. I just like the name Kira.
They say that a human soul that hasn’t passed on yet transforms into a hideous beast when it loses it’s heart in great despair. A better word for that beast is a Hollow.
“That was like the best concert ever!”
“Yeah, but I think I’m gonna be sick…”
“Aw. Ride it out you pu**y!”
4 beautiful girls walked next to each other as they headed home from a concert. The girl to the farthest left was the prettiest one. She had long blond hair that dropped down to the middle of her back. She was the most energetic one, and always brought the party with her. Next to her was a girl with black hair resting on her head. It was relatively short and had dirty blond streaks running through the side of it. She was always the first one to quit, and at the moment she was in danger of puking her guts out. Beyond her was the quite one. Her hair was similar to the first girl, but instead of beautiful blonde, it was bashful black. The girl wore square-rimmed glasses and barely talked. Finally, at the end was Kira. She was the trouble maker in the group and arguably the second prettiest. She had red messy like hair drowned on her head, with black colored tips. She also had the dirtiest mouth.
The four girls got to a fork in the road. Split by four different directions.
“See ya later!”
“Ugh, my mom’s gonna kill me…”
“Good night everyone”
“See you fags tomorrow!”
Kira took the road to the farthest right. She disappeared in darkness about 25 feet from the fork. She sung lyrics from the concert to herself as she pranced back and forth with excitement. She finally reached a house at the end of the road. There was a rather tiring flight of stairs leading up to the house. There was a single light waiting outside of her house to greet her. Kira entered the house and leaped up from the door onto the first step of the staircase that lead to the second story of the house.
“Is that you, Kira?!” A voice came from the kitchen. It was annoyingly high-pitched. Kira didn’t respond. She simply continued up the stairs, headed for her room. But still, the silence was enough of a reply for her mom.
She headed down the hall, passing her younger brother’s room. There was a t.v. blaring as she passed it. Kira entered the room straight ahead, and closed the door behind her. Soon after she heard footsteps heading towards her door.
“If you even think about knocking on my door, I will inflict so much pain on you, that it’ll make you hate mom for having you.” Kira yelled as she layed down on her bed. The young boy’s fist stopped inches away from the door.
Kira searched on her desk for the “play” button on her radio. She quickly found it. As soon as it was clicked a loud burst of noise and screaming erupted from it, drowning out the sounds from her brother’s television. After an hour or two of screaming and heavy guitar, Kira stopped her music. And to her surprise she heard absolute silence. There’s always some kind of noise in her house. Whether it was her brother’s t.v. or her mom’s piano playing. There was always something.
Kira decided to see what was going on, so she exited from her room. The hall was even more shocking as it was doused in complete darkness. Except for the flickering light at the end of the hallway. She headed down the hall towards the light. As she passed her brother’s room she noticed that the door was wide open as was the window. Kira was distracted by a swift breeze against the side of her face. She quickly raced to the stairs and saw that her front door was completely free as well. She quickly ran down the stairs, skipping the last few and headed out of the door.
The light on the side of her house was the only thing lit on the whole block. Kira quickly ran towards the side of the house. Her eyes widened at the scene that lay before her. Her mother lie dead on the ground, next to the corpse of her son. Their bodies both drenched in crimson blood. A man, a little taller than Kira, stood towering over them, with a gun in his hand.
As Kira stepped forward she realized that it was someone that had been lost in her past. Her father.
“What are you doing here? …Well that’s a stupid question.” She answered herself.
“Kira! You don’t understand! I-!”
“Shut up…
...
I don’t care why you killed them. I don’t really care that they’re dead. As long as you get the f*** outta here. Now!”
“I can’t do that, Kira. I can’t trust you to keep quiet.”
“Please. Why would I care about what happens to you?”
“I’m sorry. I just can’t”
The man’s sentence literally ended with a bang.
A few moments later Kira opened her eyes. It seemed as if she was floating on air. Her head had risen over her house, giving her a bird’s point of view. She quickly looked down and saw a thin black chain leading out of a whole in her stomach. Her stomach started to suddenly turn as if someone has been mercilessly twisting it with a wrench. Her body was lying on the ground with a single bullet hole between her eyes. The chain in her abdomen quickly disintegrated, turning to ash.
“What the fu-?!” Her sentence was abruptly interrupted by an involuntary twitch in arm. She hastily descended to the ground, screaming in pain. Her arm had begun to bulk up and take shape of something dark. Something horrible. Her leg was the next thing to go. Before she knew it, she was transformed into a monstrous soul. Her tongue slid out of her mouth unwillingly, and thick saliva dripped from her mouth, splashing against the ground, but slowly spreading like an infection. She began to get an uncontrollable craving. A craving for human souls.
A Hollow Heart
They say that a human soul that hasn’t passed on yet transforms into a hideous beast when it loses it’s heart in great despair. A better word for that beast is a Hollow.
“That was like the best concert ever!”
“Yeah, but I think I’m gonna be sick…”
“Aw. Ride it out you pu**y!”
4 beautiful girls walked next to each other as they headed home from a concert. The girl to the farthest left was the prettiest one. She had long blond hair that dropped down to the middle of her back. She was the most energetic one, and always brought the party with her. Next to her was a girl with black hair resting on her head. It was relatively short and had dirty blond streaks running through the side of it. She was always the first one to quit, and at the moment she was in danger of puking her guts out. Beyond her was the quite one. Her hair was similar to the first girl, but instead of beautiful blonde, it was bashful black. The girl wore square-rimmed glasses and barely talked. Finally, at the end was Kira. She was the trouble maker in the group and arguably the second prettiest. She had red messy like hair drowned on her head, with black colored tips. She also had the dirtiest mouth.
The four girls got to a fork in the road. Split by four different directions.
“See ya later!”
“Ugh, my mom’s gonna kill me…”
“Good night everyone”
“See you fags tomorrow!”
Kira took the road to the farthest right. She disappeared in darkness about 25 feet from the fork. She sung lyrics from the concert to herself as she pranced back and forth with excitement. She finally reached a house at the end of the road. There was a rather tiring flight of stairs leading up to the house. There was a single light waiting outside of her house to greet her. Kira entered the house and leaped up from the door onto the first step of the staircase that lead to the second story of the house.
“Is that you, Kira?!” A voice came from the kitchen. It was annoyingly high-pitched. Kira didn’t respond. She simply continued up the stairs, headed for her room. But still, the silence was enough of a reply for her mom.
She headed down the hall, passing her younger brother’s room. There was a t.v. blaring as she passed it. Kira entered the room straight ahead, and closed the door behind her. Soon after she heard footsteps heading towards her door.
“If you even think about knocking on my door, I will inflict so much pain on you, that it’ll make you hate mom for having you.” Kira yelled as she layed down on her bed. The young boy’s fist stopped inches away from the door.
Kira searched on her desk for the “play” button on her radio. She quickly found it. As soon as it was clicked a loud burst of noise and screaming erupted from it, drowning out the sounds from her brother’s television. After an hour or two of screaming and heavy guitar, Kira stopped her music. And to her surprise she heard absolute silence. There’s always some kind of noise in her house. Whether it was her brother’s t.v. or her mom’s piano playing. There was always something.
Kira decided to see what was going on, so she exited from her room. The hall was even more shocking as it was doused in complete darkness. Except for the flickering light at the end of the hallway. She headed down the hall towards the light. As she passed her brother’s room she noticed that the door was wide open as was the window. Kira was distracted by a swift breeze against the side of her face. She quickly raced to the stairs and saw that her front door was completely free as well. She quickly ran down the stairs, skipping the last few and headed out of the door.
The light on the side of her house was the only thing lit on the whole block. Kira quickly ran towards the side of the house. Her eyes widened at the scene that lay before her. Her mother lie dead on the ground, next to the corpse of her son. Their bodies both drenched in crimson blood. A man, a little taller than Kira, stood towering over them, with a gun in his hand.
As Kira stepped forward she realized that it was someone that had been lost in her past. Her father.
“What are you doing here? …Well that’s a stupid question.” She answered herself.
“Kira! You don’t understand! I-!”
“Shut up…
...
I don’t care why you killed them. I don’t really care that they’re dead. As long as you get the f*** outta here. Now!”
“I can’t do that, Kira. I can’t trust you to keep quiet.”
“Please. Why would I care about what happens to you?”
“I’m sorry. I just can’t”
The man’s sentence literally ended with a bang.
A few moments later Kira opened her eyes. It seemed as if she was floating on air. Her head had risen over her house, giving her a bird’s point of view. She quickly looked down and saw a thin black chain leading out of a whole in her stomach. Her stomach started to suddenly turn as if someone has been mercilessly twisting it with a wrench. Her body was lying on the ground with a single bullet hole between her eyes. The chain in her abdomen quickly disintegrated, turning to ash.
“What the fu-?!” Her sentence was abruptly interrupted by an involuntary twitch in arm. She hastily descended to the ground, screaming in pain. Her arm had begun to bulk up and take shape of something dark. Something horrible. Her leg was the next thing to go. Before she knew it, she was transformed into a monstrous soul. Her tongue slid out of her mouth unwillingly, and thick saliva dripped from her mouth, splashing against the ground, but slowly spreading like an infection. She began to get an uncontrollable craving. A craving for human souls.
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