Dalton Timothy Conway's Story

The story so far.....

Dalton, a young man who picked up the fabled "Death Note", has begun killing. As a jest, he made up the figure "Kira". His first two victims rambled about "Lord Kira" and how disobeying him would prove fatal.

Now, the world's greatest detectives have been assigned to the case, the main of which being "Commotion." Commotion taunted Kira on a live broadcast all over Japan. Of course, that's why the public was told. Kira had a man taunt the detective before being hit by a bus, which meant that Commotion's plan was successful. The broadcast was actually only sent to Kumomi, Japan. Now the world knows which city Kira resides in.

Inconveniently, Dalton's house burned down, causing him to have to move into the "Hotel Sakura". When Dalton has a dream that inspires him to turn the world into his own "Heaven", he goes on the offensive. He meets Commotion, fact-to-face, but before he even realizes it, a man kills himself just outside the window. It's later reveal that there is another kira, one who wants to contact him. The problem is, he can't find a way to meet up with the other Kira without Commotion detecting it.

Will Dalton successfully evade capture, or will the world's finest be able to bring this so called "Murderer" to an ironic justice?

"...From the looks of it, it appears to be a normal suicide by cop. Further details will be provided when available. Now back to Suyou with the weather." Dalton watched the newslady talk about something he had caused. A mugger decided it to be good to put a gun to the back of his head. A mistake, as he soon ended up on the ground and was soon sentenced to death.

This death, however, was not a normal one. Wanting to mess with the authorities, he had the criminal shout out, "I shall pay for my actions, for I have sinned! All hail lord Kira!" before pulling a gun on a cop, which prompted the cop to kill the man. Suicide by cop.

"Ha! The locals don't even understand it! I've got nothing to worry about if this is the best they've got, which I highly doubt." Dalton had walked home and was now watching T.V. He knew that they would take his chant a bit more seriously than they let on, at least actual detectives would, local police might just put it off as insanity, but only time will tell...

"We interrupt the weather to bring you breaking news!" The newscaster spoke. "A man, Tutsuki Meiko, robbed a bank at gunpoint and is being chased on a nearby highway. We're bringing live coverage from our 'eye in the sky' news helicopter." The camera then switches to the high speed chase.

Dalton grinned and pulled out his Death Note:

Tutsuki Meiko. Dies by suicide after saying, "All those who defy Kira shall be brought to justice!"

Dalton watched the feed for a minute before the car slowed down to a complete stop. The man got out with gun in hand.

"Wait a minute! The man seems to be surrendering!" the newscaster had it terribly wrong.

"All those who defy Kira shall be brought to justice!" he shouted before putting the gun to his head and squeezing the trigger.

Dalton sat at his house, waiting for what seemed like an eternity. What was he waiting for? His shinigami, who hadn't been around for the past hour and a half. From what Dalton understood, this wasn't normal. But, there's nothing he could do, so he watched as more the announcers were baffled by this 'Kira'. He laughed every time they mentioned it. It was something he made up, just to fuck with the authorities. "Kira" would no longer be killing anybody. Or at least he didn't think so. If Dalton were to get mugged however...

He sat back into his chair and watched the T.V flicker.

"BAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Panku couldn't control how hard he had been laughing. He was holding his sides and tears were coming from his eyes. He was floating above a crowd who had just been watching an interview on the jumbo screen downtown. The man who had just been talking was some guy who called himself 'Commotion'. He said his real name was James C. Mueller. He could see his name as clear as day floating above his head. Along with how much time he has left. It was funny, really. How much power humans thought they had over themselves. They truly believed it was their idea to slit their own wrists or jump off of a bridge. It was really quite pathetic how important they believed themselves. Quite honestly, Panku just found it hilarious. Especially this new guy, Commotion. Now he was a hoot. Believing that it would truly be him who catches Dalton. Oh, how wrong he truly was......it was almost funny. Panku had decided he had been here long enough.

He calmed himself down and wiped away his tears. After catching his breath, he grew massive wings and flew off in the opposite direction. The city flew by underneath him like the entire thing was on a treadmill. He soon came upon Dalton's house. He refolded his wings and dove straight through the wall. He was now in Dalton's room, sitting criss-cross hanging upside down in the air above him. He then quickly lowered his face to be directly in front of Dalton's. He then yelled. "BOO!" He then flew backwards, laughing his manic laugh, holding his stomach once again. He then composed himself and landed on his floor. His boots making no sound as they hit it. "So.......what are you going to do about Commotion?"

"Laugh at him." Dalton replied. "It's not like they can catch me. No, they won't catch me. Calling me 'childish'? That won't work. I'm not that kind of guy." Dalton let out a laugh. He was used to Panku trying to scare him, guess it was some sort of game for him, but after the first thousand times, he wasn't surprised anymore. "I mean, I could kill him right now if I wanted had that even been his real name, but this guy's a detective, quite famous I might add. He's known worldwide. He thinks I'm some random murderer? I'll prove him wrong. I'll start by not killing him. I mean, he hasn't done anything wrong, so I see no reason to kill him." Dalton sat back. Surely this guy had more to say than "I'm going to find you."

"This guy is really angry." he laughed. "Psycho? We'll see...." he thought of something. "Why don't I actually make this a thing?" he asked himself, though he was sure Panku could hear him. "How fun would it be to kill criminals daily, Panku? I could end the worser criminals and that should drop the crime rate. Who wants to die? I mean, everyone is selfish, even I am." he hopped onto his laptop, and searched in 'Japan's most wanted'. A list of men and women, all of whom had killed appeared. He picked one that had killed at least eight people and had comitted rape. Luckily, the guy was last seen hiding in Kumomi.

Mikami Koruni. Dies after shouting "Our lord, Kira, only kills the unjust! Suck it, Commotion!" in the middle of a busy intersection.

Dalton laughed at the last part. Sure, it was a bit childish, but it was a response. He waited to see how "Commotion" responded.

"Well, shit. Guess he wasn't as dumb as I thought. Though..." he smiled.

James Mueller. Dies by heart attack after saying....

Dalton wrote down a longer bit of dialogue for his victim.

Suddenly, the criminal stood up and started his final words.

"Commotion. I see I have underestimated you a bit. I must say, I admire your tactics. Tricking me like that? Brilliant. But I must warn you: Do not underestimate me. I prefer that only those who are unjust to be killed by my hand, but I won't hesitate to kill you if need be. That being said, good luck. And to answer your question, yes. Now that I'm aware of his crimes, he dies. Say goodbye...." The man fell over dead within a few seconds after finishing his lines.

"That guy, Commotion... He's smart. I'll have to be more careful if I want to win... He still doesn't know how I kill, so we're good for now." Dalton's normal disposition disappeared. He closed himself into thought. "So Panku..." he began. "If I end up getting caught, you plan on offing me, right?" he already knew the shinigami's response. "At least make it funny." he smiled again. In his heart, he knew he'd win. He was justice, after all...

(Feel like interacting with someone...)

"Well, I'm not letting this dude scare me, come, Panku! We shall engage in various activities! What will they be, you ask? I have no clue, but like I heard in a song once, everything gets hotter when the sun goes down!" he packed his wallet, MP3 and his Death Note into his pockets. His jeans had a zippable right pocket. This is where his Death Note usually lied.

After locking up, he left towards the city. It was about twenty minutes before he reached the city district. Hopefully, he'd find something to do. Occasionally, Commotion entered his mind, but that was shooed away after a few seconds. If he wanted, Dalton could stop bring "justice" and Commotion would never be able to find him. Though, that'd make him the winner, and Dalton wasn't going to have that.

He popped his earphones in one ear at a time before continuing on. Ironically, he just past the location where one of his "followers" had just been hit by a bus. There were a few cops around, trying to find evidence, but of course, they produced no results. Dalton laughed (in his head) at the fruitless search.

Countless minutes later, (Countless because Dalton wasn't paying much attention) he bumped into something or someone. A flash of pink was all Dalton saw as he fell back. "Oww..." he muttered before jumping on his feet. "Are you okay?" he asked. (I shouldn't have to tell you guys who I bumped into.)

((XD))

She had been deeply brooding in her thoughts, barely glancing at anything other than moving along to the familiar lure of her having gone down this very same street over and over again due to great habit once having been settled here in this district. However, Variel wasn't expecting to be so out of it that she's bump into someone, with a force strong enough to have her fall back, (Ah, 'Hiromi' would let out a small sound of surprise here, she subconsciously thought) and lets out a high-pitched cry of surprise, "wah!" Her arms fell up slightly, efficiently having her drop her mp3 player. She hears a slight crack when it hits the ground, and grunts as her bum hits concrete. She's rubbing her head a bit (thank goodness that she decided to dye it, because she wouldn't have thought of ensuring that a wig wouldn't come off, other than how she's be too hung up over how fake a wig would've looked.) before she looks up to the guy whom she ran into.

"Are you okay? He asks. (Hiromi should be pleasant here, and act as if it was nothing.)

"Oh, no, it's fine!" She laughs, speaking with fluency despite the light tone of an accent that was barely there unless you listened very carefully, as she was helping herself up. She appears taller than she should, due to the overall outfit of rolled up jeans and very thick wedge heels that gave her some extra height, bringing her up to a full 3 inches, though it wasn't much in terms of what seemed to be. 'Hiromi' looks at the stranger, looking over his very normal qualities but can immediately tell that he stands out, what with him having brown hair instead of the usual black that she sees. Though, it was messy, but he seemed pretty friendly, she supposes. She sparks an interest in him, but looks away as she stares at the broken musical device with a long crack in the screen for several moments. (It's okay, I didn't have any music in it anyway..)

She glances back up to the boy, a friendly smile on her expression. "I'm terribly sorry, I should've been watching where I was going," she laughs again, in a quite bubbly and cheerful manner, moving her arm to pull a strand of pink hair to be tucked behind her pieced ear. "Are you okay? Nothing hurt?"

"Why would you ask me that? I was the one who bumped into you!" his eyes surveyed her face. "I'm sorry, I was distracted. You didn't get hurt or anything, did you? I couldn't forgive myself if I hurt such a nice lady such as yourself!" he smiled warmly and dusted himself off.

Inside, he was thinking over a couple things, one of which was about who she was. Though she replied in a way that said she wasn't anybody of any importance, just some girl, if you will, her reactions were just a tad bit off. Not in tone, not her face, but there was the slightest delay about everything, as if she was thinking it through. There were two explanations to this, one was that she was really stupid, or the other was that she was really smart. He'll find out soon though....

Out of habit, she briefly slides a hand to lightly pat away once at imaginary dust off of her clothing, a slight flick in her eyes from moving between his hands to go back to his face, after observing subconsciously. (Stop it. You're beginning to lose her. ... 'Himori' should be likely to continue with the friendliness with casual talk before taking off.) "Oh, is that so?" Her right hand is brought to slightly cover her laugh, the other hanging almost loosely to the side of her opposing side's hip. "I didn't get hurt at all, but thank you for your concern." 'Himori' politely reassures, "but you'd have to forgive me, I've been told that I'm a bit of an airhead so.. " 'Himori' pauses, a slight frown is brought forward as she becomes slightly disturbed. ([i]No.. she wouldn't say that. She's too prideful and egotistic.)

This pause lasts for about a few seconds, the distant look disappearing before she becomes animated again, "please, allow me to take it as my fault." She bows forward, but then stops halfway through. 'Himori' makes a sound of epiphany, as if she remembered something important, "ah! You seem rather young, don't you? If you don't mind me asking," she clasps her hands together to the side of her face, friendly smile regained, "would you happen to be a university student, by any chance?" She develops a slightly hopeful expression with a twinge of having worried previously onto her expression. (I haven't thought of any sort of history behind her character just yet. Hopefully, adding detail taken from this man could help me out with developing a background further.. )

Noticing a longer pause, one that lasted a few seconds, Dalton was sure something was up. But what? "No, you're not an airhead, I wasn't paying attention to where I was going, so the blame's on me." he kept his warm smile. "Don't you think you're over exerting your head a bit too much?" normally, he'd let a person keep their charade up, but after recent events, he needed to make certain that he effectively used his brain. He was playing a game, wasn't he?

"False smiles aren't smiles at all." he stated.

Ryan was staring at the flat screen intently. The man was taunting Kira. Calling him out. Challenging him. Ryan shook his head, "I need to find this guy." He turned to walk home and make some calls when a man sprinted into the middle of the road and screamed, "Our lord, Kira, only kills the unjust! Suck it, Commotion!" Ryan started to move towards the clearly psychotic man to get him out of the street when out of nowhere a passenger bus turns the man into nothing but a stain on the road. Ryan covered his eyes with his sleeve as the blood splattered all over the road. "What in the hell?" he growled.

20 minutes later a response team had secured the area. Traffic had been stopped. Police tape had been put up, and forensics was dusting the area. Ryan stood over the pool of blood that used to be a criminal. He shook his head in frustration and sauntered off to the corner to think. He whipped out his book and checked his notes aloud. "A. All deceased shouted some babble about a 'Kira' before killing themselves. B. All were grown men. C. All were known criminals or trouble makers. D. A man called Commotion is on Kira's trail. E. Commotion knows more about Kira than anyone else, as it seems. F. All were suicides. G. Kira supposedly kills out of 'Justice' H. Thanks to Commotion, I know kira is in Kumomi." He sighed and closed his book. "I need to go home." He pocketed his book and wandered away from the scene.

He arrived at his apartment late in the evening and dropped his blood stained jacket on the ground, kicked off his shoes, and sat down at his desk. He immediately began phoning every informant he knew of, trying to find Commotion. If there was anyone who could help with this investigation, It was him.

She intended to laugh modestly as he did as well, but stilled as he spoke with statements that would remove her reason with having to keep up the charade with him. 'Hiromi' stares at him in wide-eyed shock, and begins to erode away from the exterior as if afraid to continue answering back to this man, where Variel was venomously glaring at him deep inside, feeling insulted. No use in keeping up with 'Hiromi' then. Quickly, there is like a switch in her, and then takes on a more different aura about her as she rolls up her long sleeves and takes out a hairband to pull back her long hair into a ponytail to match the new persona. She smiles in a much different matter now, as if slightly strained and mildly upset, which was slightly true to how she truly felt. Her voice's tone changes from that of a bubbly personality to a more matured and even in soft-spoken pitch, "ah, I must apologize then." Moving and reassuring her posture to that of a more natural and straight posture instead of how amateurishly and stiffly 'Hiromi' stood, Variel changed into a new face. Completely, she transforms into that of a different person. " I didn't expect for anyone to be able to find me out so soon.."

She gestured her hand like that of a business greeting towards the man who, although was smiling in a seemingly kind manner, was really someone that she could much more cautious of. It's quite alright, 'Hiromi' was a prototype rough draft. "My name's Nurosawa Shizuka, aspiring rookie actress." A sheepish smile. It's easier to move when you're used to a specific character. "I'm so sorry that I had to intended to deceive you, but I was supposed to be playing this new part in an upcoming movie. It was a pretty big break for me." She takes on a forlorn and more distant look that showed of how hurt she seemed to have been found out so easily, covering up the deeper and darker emotions that would easily show more in her eyes in this state. Concealing her other hand into a jacket sleeve with the broken musical device, she continued to smile with a broken ego of both faces. "I guess that I need to try harder to improve my skills though.. Haha. I can't seem to lie properly in my acting." Such hypocrisy.

"You should try acting out at a mirror before trying it in public. You're pretty good, but the extra second in decision making makes it a breakable cover. When you act, you want to make sure you don't have another personality, because you shouldn't." while Dalton didn't act, he knew how to. Maybe he would later. Of course, just as any art; it takes time to master. Maybe Dalton would develop a new personality? Probably not. It would just seem suspicious.

He, after thinking a few things through, shook the ladie's hand. "I've been trained to read faces. Don't worry, both of your covers will trick most people." he grinned. "Well, sorry for bumping into you, though I can't say I regret meeting such a "Colorful" person."

*Achoo!* Dalton sneezed a few times in succession.

She nodded with a smile as he gave her advice, while Variel was secretly boiling inside, and utterly insulted with each word that he gave her. Of course I understand that! There is no need to continue rubbing it in! Ah, perhaps she's beginning to develop her own personality throughout the multiple ones that she has gone through. 'Shizuka' tilted her head slightly at a very thin acute angle as he informed her of how exactly he was able to see through Hiromi, and did not falter as she did previously when he mentioned of what of 'two covers'. "Ahah, of course I cannot give you my actual name," she laughed, speaking hidden truth behind the words that were suppose to continue as her cover, "as an 'actress', I simply don't wish to give out my name carelessly, even if I am still just a rookie." Variel found his grin a bit unsettling. Anyone can make another personality. It's just a matter of how extreme and how far they take it. Though, colorful person? What was that suppose to mean?

She blinked rapidly in slight confusion when he began to sneeze multiple times, and pulled her hands into the jacket pockets. She murmured to herself, "I don't recall it being flu season just yet.." Pulling out a piece of tissue from a packet she carried on her from her slight OCD habit, 'Shizuka' offered it to the man. "Though, it was lovely to meet you too, er, I didn't catch your name?"

"Zach." he said casualy. He took the tissue, but didn't use it. "No, it's not flu season, someone must be talking about me." he said as he stretched his arms. "It doesn't matter to me whether or not I have your real name, but if you've a nickname, I'd be glad to accept that." his words were truthful. After all, he didn't know of any crimes committed by a beautiful women such as she, and he normally didn't kill women regardless.

Zach wasn't sure about this girl however. There were too many conflicting emotions between each thought she had to tell if she was actually the actor she said she was or if she was pulling yet another bluff. Naturally, his mind would tell him to default to a detective or a spy or some sort of undercover cop, but she hadn't tried to get any information from him that would suggest so. Though it ended up being irrelevant. Even if she were some sort of cop, she obviously wasn't looking for him, nor was she emitting any emotion that would suggest otherwise.

Dalton was snapped out of his thought by the sound of his phone. "Sorry, let me take this." he said and without waiting for a response, he answered it.

"...This is he.....yeah....yes?.......no.....maybe so.....WHAT?!" he panicked and hung up the phone. "I'm terribly sorry, I'll have to speak to you some other time!" with that, he was off in haste.

(30 minutes later)

"No...." he dropped to his knees at the sight before him. Ashes were all that was left of his house. Apparently, "Faulty wiring" was to blame. A spark caught the carpet and the rest is history.

"Sir, we're sorry...." a firefighter mumbled before leaving.

"I am too...." he said, obviously in pain from the loss of his house.

(An hour and a few phone calls later...)

"Well. Looks like my new home's here." he said to no one really as he walked up to a hotel. Not just any hotel either, it was a rather luxurious one, not too famous, but it wasn't a cheap, run down hotel either. Compared to his house, it was a mansion. (In terms of overall appearance and commodities) "Hotel Sakura it is then..."

He walked up to the front desk and asked the employee there a question. "Hello, I was wondering where room..." he looked down at a paper with all his information on it. "....785 is?"

"Oh, that's on the nineth floor!" she said with a bit more enthusiasm than she should've. Well, better than none, right?

"Thank you very much!" he said as he turned towards the elevators.

(Nine floors later)

"783....784...785! There!" he nearly jumped at the sight of the room he was to stay in. He took his key and inserted it, twisting it counter-clockwise and unlocking the door. He revealed a beautiful room with a porch even. "Wow! This is better than my house!" he exclaimed. Since he had nothing to unpack, he simply shut the door and sat down on the soft couch, made of some material that Dalton's ass agreed with.

He flipped on the T.V. "Man's house burns down because of falty wiring. Who's to blame, the house or the man?" the reporter said.

"Your stupid face, asshole." he spoke to the reporter. "Not my fault that house was a piece of shit. Good thing I saved a bunch of money on my house insurance by switching to some form of insurance agency that was cheaper than my last..." After watching the news for a bit, Dalton drifted off into sleep. His eyes began to weigh and his mind went blank. He embraced his own darkness.

"The human who uses this Death Note can neither go to Heaven nor Hell"

This line. This simple, yet complicated line repeated in Dalton's head as he slept.

Zach? She let a pondering expression show. Well, he seemed foreign enough, but having such fluent Japanese.. She was about to answer his question when he had a sudden call, and then ran off to god-knows-where, apologizing and fare welling. "Must've been quite an emergency.. But," she paused, "how we would ever actually meet again would be quite a coincidence." She wasn't counting on meeting him ever again. His perceptive abilities brought her to many a disadvantage. That wasn't good. Variel had went home, and fell asleep, slightly confused about the day's events, and fell into a lure of sleep. She was awoken when her phone had finally managed to get through to her, having been beeping an obnoxious ringtone for a very long time, this shows on the screen that it had been doing that throughout her entire slumber, trying to tell her that she had gotten some sort of notification. Checking to see what it was (much to the phone's relief), and slightly panicked to the idea that someone could've known her number and trace her to many things, such as her apartment, a stupid move on her part, but opened it up to see that she had gotten some sort of email. She didn't own any other electronic device; they traced back too easily. ".. Curiouser and curiouser," she murmured in French, and opened up the little notification that read with blinking symbols (✉!) repeating itself over and over. Pressing some buttons before she could actually get into her email, she looked over the message, after a few seconds of reading it over, she dropped her phone out of pure shock. "What the.. ?" Her eyes rapidly darted over the message, over and over again. She finally lets it sink in, Variel is almost trembling in excitement.

".. Holy shit." She cursed, repeating it over and over as she turns her head quickly and rapidly to look at the clock. It's almost nine. She's ripping through her bedroom door and then slamming it behind her, sliding down against the wooden door as she's staring at the screen for a good 10 minutes before sliding back up, and then calmly, she places it on the table before walking into her bathroom to have a more appropriate attire. It takes about 38 minutes after she's done, completely redressed in new makeup, and a black blouse, tight jeans and high boots, adjusting how the temporarily black spray will make do until the pink fades out by itself and its blue flower ornament that will accompany the lack of contacts she wore. It was as close to her original appearance as it was going to get, and slid her hands through the choppy bits of her hair, trying to even it out on both sides. Staring at her mirror in the corridor, she sighs over how this famous detective, Commotion, could really cause a 'commotion' in people itself, more or less. She felt torn in a clutter of emotions, unsure as to how to act.

".. I must be really damn excited to meet the guy if I take this long." Variel continues in her mother language as she picks up the phone, scanning over the screen once more, before slamming it on the ground, smashing it into broken parts with what little strength a physically weak person such as herself and pair of high heeled boots can do, before taking up the pieces, and then putting it into a bag so she may place it into the incinerator once she gets outside and into the boiler room downstairs. Taking a quick look over again of her makeup, she vaguely stops any thoughts of whether or not she should've dressed as a man instead, but decides against it when she's already dressed. No need to do it over again. At least the hotel is around this area. After throwing the remains and various other pieces of useless trash along with it into the boiler room, she walks back out to cheerfully say good-bye to the manager, who doesn't notice her leaving.

The motorcycle that she has grown accustomed to (when one thinks of 'stuntwoman', one sees motorcycles after all) is being ignited and rode off as soon as she puts on her helmet. By the time she gets there, it'll be almost noon soon, approximately 10:09. Replaying the message in her mind over and over again, she goes and follows the instructions to every word. As she's riding the elevator and heading to the room, she's thinking over as to why she wants to catch Kira, and murmurs to herself as the only one int he elevator. "Not out of justice, but rather interest in his character, and self-interest." She laughs quietly. ".. How selfish of myself."