Death Note Fan Fiction / Death Note Fan Fiction ❯ Life's a Game ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

Ah, hell. Aurora Eshethea stared at the flashing lights on the screen in front of her. Her ice-blue eyes were fixated on the words that seemed to be taunting her – “GAME OVER”.
The attractive 16 year old fished into her pocket for another quarter, her wavy, platinum blonde hair falling onto her shoulders as she lowered her head. Aurora was about five foot six, and fairly curvy. She had almond-shaped eyes, high cheekbones, and strong shoulders. All-around clear cut features.
She had been going to this particular arcade every day since she’d moved to Winchester a couple of weeks ago. The “family” (She hated using such an endearing term to describe them. Her 14 year old brother, Evangelos, was the only one she could stand.) of four had been evicted because her dead-beat parents couldn’t come up with the rent for their small apartment in a little town near North Hampton. They were the reasons she’d always feared making new friends – She knew her parents would drive them away. Hell. They’re probably sitting on the couch getting hammered. . . Assholes, she thought bitterly.
Much to Aurora’s convenience, other than her parents and brother, no one in the area knew her real name. Whatever, she thought. I’m a loner anyway. . . And she knew she wasn’t the best kid in the world, (She’d shoplifted a few times. . .She smoked. . .And drank. . .Stayed up till all hours of the night partying. . .But hey. What teenager doesn’t?) but she had common sense and street smarts.
This rising “Kira” uproar was causing all of the wrongdoers in the seven continents to turn over a new leaf. Every Kira update, as soon as it was discovered, was broadcast on every TV station on the air. (The latest update being that Kira needed both a name and a face in order to kill.) . . . It wasn’t just the fear that made Aurora hate Kira, but the fact that he was playing God. Passing judgment on all of the murderers, rapists, bank robbers, etc. (Didn’t the fact that he was killing them make him a murderer himself. . .?) Still. . .She couldn’t understand how he managed to kill all of his victims with heart attacks (Though she’d been toying with the notion that he could kill with methods other than heart attacks, since lesser criminals had been dying in freak accidents as well) . . .He’d obviously wanted to make himself known. Apparently he’d started his string of murders in a city in Japan. (She couldn’t remember the exact name, her memory wasn’t the greatest.) Therefore, it was confirmed that it was someone in Japan. It was also suspected that said person was closely affiliated with the Japanese police force, since he obviously had access to exclusive police files and records.
Sheesh, she thought. This guy must be some sort of genius. Aurora had been interested in this case since she’d heard about it, and kept track of everything that had been going on with it. She was never this studious in school. . . Those subjects were never of any interest to her. Actually, she wasn’t that interested in law either. She was just really competitive. Of course, she realized that it was childish of her to believe that by taking a few silly notes, she could solve one of the toughest cases ever, before any of the most intelligent detectives in the world – Including L. But hey. Why not give it a shot?
She checked her other pocket. Man . . . How was this L guy so smart? Seriously. He’d solved some of the most difficult cases to ever be brought up. (All the while remaining anonymous, mind you.) She couldn’t help but wonder what he was like in person. . .Maybe he’s one of those quirky, portly, private detective types with the funny looking hat and the cliché magnifying glass. . .Or, she thought with a newly sparked interest, maybe he’s a creepy hermit who spends all his time solving cases. . .
Bummer. She’d searched all of her pockets but found not a single quarter left. Hell, she didn’t even have a measly penny. I wonder if they have anonymous meeting for game-aholics. . .
Five seconds left. Damn. Soul Blade is my only escape from this shit.
She looked back up at the game to see it was back to the “Select Character” screen. “Huh?” Aurora glanced around to see who’d slipped a quarter into the coin slot without her noticing.
“You didn’t look like you were ready to quit just yet,” the attractive guy next to her spoke up. He was about her height, his hair was the color of cinnamon, and he wore orange-tinted goggles, preventing Aurora from seeing his true eye color. He was already rotating the joystick for a Mario game.
“Yeah, thanks. . . ?”
“Matt”
God, he’s hot. She nodded. “Matt. . . The name’s Sapphira.” For some reason, she felt guilty giving her alias to him. But hey, she decided, gotta be wary of everyone.
“Nice to meet you,” he managed to mutter, while still being entranced by the little Italian plumber and the mushroom-like koopas.
Aurora decided not to bother him any more, (He was thoroughly focused on his game) and after awhile, she’d beaten the game. Again. For about the zillionth time.
As she glanced to the window, she noticed that the sun would be setting in any minute. Shit! Aurora cursed herself. She snatched up her old denim jacket, threw it on, and dashed out the door. They’re gonna kill me. . .
Matt looked up from his game and glanced after her. My, aren’t we important? And in less than a second, he decided he didn’t care, shrugged it off, and dropped down into the tube that took him to the next level.