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Death note

Chapter 5 Yellowcard-2

Word Count: 2187    |    Released on: 18/12/2021

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bbed. His heart ached. But...it was still beating, keeping rhythm, like a clock ticking away in his chest. A

naware that his life still hung in the void between existen

th fair skin, wavy blonde hair and vivid blue eyes. He looked as if th

ppose, considering I j

'm Hans

Chief of Police.

nd he enthusiastically shoo

mi-San. I am greatly honor

rmal about it. I'm j

a hand o

g to rest. Hans' hand was right over his heart. The pain in his chest slowly faded, dissolv

s hook him up and provide the proper medication. He would handle the rest. As everyone else vacated the room, the tall medic placed his hand on the mustached man's heart. He closed his eyes and grated his teeth as he felt an agoniz

ore Soichiro

g a second stage of healing. He'd expended almost all of his spiritual ene

tally braced himself for the s

eing crushed at the same time. A strange pain; very violent, even more so than a bullet wound. He never rea

ewildered. The chief did notice that his heart felt completely fine now. No pain at all. Ca

right?" Soichiro asked, c

e. How do y

has certainly helped ease my pain. However, I'd li

tisfied that he was help

to repair your damaged heart. When I do that, I experience some physical

f as he slumped onto

wrong?" Soic

this?" Ha

is w

. What is it? I

mean by spiri

frame for support. He was still panting,

earby, and can tell the attitude of the person who owns it. This pressure...it's like yours, but...di

milar to his...a relative? His father was dead. His mother had been killed ages ago. A cousin? He

ad his heart attack, as if a creature were attempting to dislodge it f

you all right? P

ine. Just a

r, and handed it to Soichiro, helping

ghteen or nineteen years old. He had beautiful cedar-brown hair flecked with black. His eyes were like Soichiro's, except keener, sharper, more piercing. Acidic, in a way. They looked like they would burn a

him to know that such a warm-hearted, kind man's son could be so...cold. It felt almost as if he was calculating how to use Soichiro in some sort of plan. Hans felt terrified.

y. His face lit up with a parent's l

I'm a bit better now. When it h

e feeling fine? I mean...y

hing and placing a hand on hi

. I'll probably be home by tomorrow morning. I may need to stay in the hos

tance Light was taking towards him, the man who saved his father's life. Maybe he was just protec

Light's Reiatsu was disturbing. He seemed like one who played people against ea

most pure hearted man he'd ever met. He'd seen it all, and hadn't become bitter or cynical. He'd been through hell and back, and never wavered under pressure. He believed in the goodness of people. Completely straightforward. No de

t showed people what they wanted. Toyed with people, setting them up and manipulating them as if they were p

r mistrusted. A little bit like the Chief. But...very clumsy. He seemed like he wanted to meet someone's expectations. Yagami-San was the person he was ass

balance sometimes. In manipulation, he could be almost as effective as Light. But he didn't enjoy it, which was a comforting thing to know. He was far more powerful than Light Reiatsu-wise, e

he cop's face brightened as soon as he saw Yagami-San talking to Li

id as he saw the young man standing awkwardly at the

the two of them acting familiar with each other, so both acted as if they didn't rec

oached Soich

re all right?" He

tsuda. How ar

now that I know

squeezing the yo

suda. But you don't need to wor

ee you've recovered somewhat. How

iro s

mplain. My heart feels as strong as ever, and my p

eeing you once you're released

smiled

ed we

Light's gaze, which followed them out of th

ere something

Nothing,

omething, just...tell

I kno

man, almost as if he was disgusted by his existence. Light was a terrifying person, and most likely a sociopath. How else

sigh of relief. He wheeled his

's your son

oy. I'm very proud of him.

was s

How can you lov

excellent young man, and I am certain h

of spite. Hatred. He's just a facade. No real emotions. He couldn't care less if you live or

hook h

meone who's that cold

d to rest. He felt incredibly tired. Exhausted. He

a child, in a way. The expression of care and worry was

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