Hanako Takahasi's Story

Hanako smiled as he hopped on one and she sat on the one next to him and pumped her legs as she started swinging.
"Yah, me either... It's been too long since I've been on a swing." She said with a smile and she got into swinging again and the wind blew her hair in all directions as she swung but she didn't care. Her hair always settled back down in the perfect place with out her having to do much with it. Her hair was awesome like that.
"The breeze is nice today." She said happily as she closed her eyes to feel the heat of the sun.

"Ah crap...." Dalton muttered as a certain notebook flew out of his jacket and onto the ground with a thud that he may or may not have just imagined, as it landed in the sand. He hopped off his swing and landed with a thud that he knew was real, since his feet hurt momentarily. He picked up the white notebook and stared at it as if he hadn't seen it before. Then he had an idea. "Hanako, would you mind coming here?" he beckoned with his arms.

Tarantos stood by Dalton's side, staring around the the entirety of the site in which he and his newly established 'girlfriend' have now walked to. While he had been rather more quiet than usual as he had looked on interest while Dalton and this second Kira had met, he was full out giggling like mad as he followed along to their conversation after the two were able to meet. The fact that his bones had been cracking all over the place and his giggling a little too fast was what he had been doing as he watched the two Humans. But his curiosity was taken by the oddity to which the Humans called a park. It was so far in difference as to what the Shinigami Realm looked like, that he couldn'y really tell if there were actually anything resembling this in particular. Humans are interesting after all. Currently however, he regained more even breathing, with the occasional giggle here and there as Dalton conversed with the girl. The fact that his Human generally ignored him didn't bother him; the guy was in the presence of another Human after all. But it was still funny.

The large Shinigami watched the human girl very carefully as the couple continued conversation on the seated contraption that allowed them to swing back and forth. (The thing rather bored him; it wasn't that great nor interesting. At least, in comparison to humans.) Hanako Takahashi. Is this girl is the second Kira? She's funny. He thought she was probably like Dalton. Polite on the outside, different on the inside. Though, the vulgar comment from earlier had him near close to full out laughing, but he had better restraint than that. Though, I have to say, where is her Shinigami? Despite being disappointed by how she seemed to have not been accompanied by another of his kind, which was rather lazy, Tarantos supposed that the Shinigami must've been watching from some sort of distance away. The disappointment was still there though. This is beginning to get borringgg.. Tarantos began readjusting his body's bone structure slightly out of boredom, making a disturbing crack every few seconds. This isn't interesting at all.

He willed that at the very least, something happened, but then quickly and sharpy turned his head as a notebook - Oh? There is interesting. I've been bestowed some luck today. Kekeke. - and hovered a little closer as Dalton got Hanako's attention, obviously with something in mind. Is he doing what I think he's doing? He made his insane giggling again, it being much more high-pitched this time. It was short-lived, a good two or three minutes, as he merely anxiously waited for continuous interesting things to play out.

"Sure." Hanako said as she stopped her swing and happily walked over.
'I wonder what he wants...' She thought as she finally got over and her eyes caught his Death Note. Oddly, it was white unlike her black Death Note. She did not know they came in different colors.

"Here's my shinigami." he said as he brushed her arm with his Death Note. "He doesn't really speak nor is he the best looking, but he's here." he informed her with a small laugh before adding under his breath. "Kinda useless if you ask me..." but the comment was more directed towards him than anybody else. But then again, the comment wasn't a lie, in their whole time knowing each other, Tarantos wasn't really helpful in the least. All he did was make disturbing noises and float around, observing Dalton.

Despite that, Dalton doesn't really blame the god of death. It's not as if he's obligated to, he's just there for when Dalton's time is up and nothing more. Still though, he could at least quiet down a bit. The meeting with the shinigami didn't do much for Dalton's sanity, as it took a while for him to be able to completely ignore Tarantos' grunts, cracks and other sounds that he emitted.

As Hanako was brushed with his Death Note, she immediately heard the rattling of chains. Immediately looking up to Tarantos in horror, she felt her breath grow quick as her chest immediately grew painful and she started trembling in fear. She couldn't stand it one bit and all the memories of her past came flooding back in her mind. She felt tears come to her eyes as the feeling of death and insanity closed in on her. She knew this feeling all too well but she wasn't thinking clearly enough to stop it. She tried to scream but she found she couldn't even find her voice. She tried to run or back away but she was stuck and wouldn't move. Soon, her vision started to become black as the world turned sideways as she fell to the ground. The sound of chains suffocating her.

"Hanako?" he said as she appeared to freeze up. It was almost as if she were paralyzed with fear, but of what? He turned towards where her eyes had locked themselves, which happened to be on Tarantos. "Look, I know he's ugly, but give him a break." he tried to get her to laugh, but instead, she began falling to the side.

With one swift motion, he grabbed her before she hit the ground and held her in his arms. "Hanako?! What's wrong?!" he almost panicked, but he could tell his words were falling upon deaf ears, as she appeared to have fainted.

Hanako tried to pay attention to what Dalton was saying but she just couldn't hear it over the chains. She slightly felt him catch her and brush her scar on her back that never seemed to heal properly as searing pain shot through her body. Soon, she was welcomed into nightmares of her 10 year old self as all the abuses done to her wouldn't hide anymore. Chains were ringing in her ears as she relived moments and couldn't stop shaking. She twist and turned but nothing would get her out of the nightmare and away from the chains. She couldn't ever get away from the hell that seemed to follow where ever she went. Tears started streaming down her face as the nightmare gradually got worse.

As tears made their escape through Hanako's eyes, Dalton felt a bit of guilt for showing her Tarantos, as he seemed to have triggered some repressed memories or something that clearly shook her up. He called her name out a few more times, trying to shake her out of the trance she was in, but to no avail. Nothing seemed to work and he wasn't sure what to do.

Finally, he decided to grab her into a hug, something his mother used to do, and whispered into her ears. "Don't worry, Hanako, nothing will hurt you. Nothing can hurt you. I'll protect you, come hell or high water." these words were stolen from his mother, but they were not any less true. He planned on making sure she didn't come to any harm as her fate was now intertwined with his own. Dalton himself almost broke a tear out, as he couldn't stand seeing people in this state. He glared at Tarantos over her shoulder, but stopped when he realized it wasn't the shinigami's fault, but his own.

Hanako sleepily hugged him back as she somewhat woke up. She was still scared but she just tried to focus on Dalton only. She looked up to him and tried to smile but was still really tired. The after affects of adrenaline did that to her. Not to mention that she was still frightened as she flinched each times she heard chains rattle. She tightened her grip as she woke up more and cried into his shoulder. The fear that seemed to follow her where ever she went seemed to be somewhat silenced by Dalton and this hug seemed to help the silence even more.
"Thank you." She said over sobs as she tried to say how thankful she was that he was there for her. She always felt alone, but Kira filled that void and gave her life meaning.

"You're welcome..." he said softly as he started stroking the top of her head, almost as if he were petting a cat. He sighed in relief that she appeared to calming down somewhat, but he was in a bit of a pickle. He wanted to get her somewhere where she could lay down, but if she moved, Tarantos would too, and from what he could gather, that was the problem: Tarantos.

He thought over telling the shinigami to vacate the area until further notice, but he still ran the risk of upsetting her and causing another fit, which he didn't want. Though, he didn't mind just sitting here, not like he had anything better to do anyways, right? He chose to keeping hugging and petting her to see if she'd calm down enough to move over to a bench or someplace where she could lay.

((OOC: Now the posts are getting longer!))

((OOC: Yay!!! Longer posts :D))
Hanako slightly closed her eyes as he petted the top of her head. It was calming and she finally got herself to stop crying. She lightly snuggled into him as he kept on petting her head. She never let someone get this close to her after the incident. It always reminded her of what happened but it seemed Dalton was the exception to that rule. She was fine with that though although her scar was still being a pain in the ass, or, better yet, the back. It didn't really matter though. She'd just have to get some medication out of her cupboard when she got home. When she finally felt her heart calm down, she noticed another beat. Finally, she noticed who it belonged to. It was Dalton's. She listened quietly as the rhythmic beats calmed her down. All she needed to do was pay attention to something else and the horrible memories wouldn't come back.

((OOC: Last post for me tonight, I'll respond as soon as I awake...))

Dalton didn't stop his hand on her head, as it appeared to be helping. She calmed down a lot, but not enough to move, or at least he thought. He couldn't call himself an expert at comforting people, as he was always on the recieving end of this treatment. Regardless, he learned that soft, slower motions and calmer tones in voice helped a great deal.

As Hanako wedged herself closer to his chest, he wondered what would've happened had he not been there. It's possible that she would've just panicked, fainted and then awoke a while later and moved on, but there's the chance she could do that at an inopportune time and hurt herself. Without anyone there, she could end up hurt or worse.

Dalton then switched his mind into figuring what caused this. It was obvious that it had something to do with Tarantos, but what? He scanned the shinigami with his eyes, not really sure what he was looking for. He kept his gaze on the creature for a few minutes before noticing a pattern. Everytime the god of death moved and the chains rattled, Hanako would jolt a bit. It was the chains, or at least that's what it seemed to be. Something bad happened involving chains, but it was impossible to find out without asking her, and he wasn't going to do that for more than just being polite. It would obviously cause her to panic again.

When he came out of his thought, he noticed that her head was rested on his chest and she appeared to be listening to his heartbeat. It must've been helpig her as well, a soothing beat perhaps? Who knows, but Dalton didn't bother to disturb her, as she seemed real concentrated in just keeping herself calm.

"As long as you're with me, I swear that nothing bad will happen..." he assure her, this time with his own words.

((OOC: Agreed. I stayed up waaaaaay to early this morning.))
Hanako closed her eyes as the sound of chains were completely forgotten. For once in her life, she actually felt safe. Dalton's voice echoed in her mind as everything just seemed so peaceful. She'd never even thought she could feel this way ever again. She was so happy someone promised to look after her. She was relieved that there was someone out there for her and she would never leave his side. She slowly felt herself falling asleep on him as it seemed she was still weak from her panic attack. She felt her breathing slow and everything seemed to fade away except Dalton's voice and heart beat. Her dream wasn't anything but his heart beat and words which seemed to be the best dream she had in a very long time.

Dalton, who was stuck holding a sleeping Hanako, sat there with the girl in his arms in the hopes that she would recover fully. That attack was severe and it was just at the sight of Tarantos, which means whatever caused it was extremely traumatizing. When he thought about it further, it only reinforced his goal. He'd make sure nothing like this happened to people anymore.

Dalton was traumatized by his friend's death, sure, but he never burst into panic at the sight of guns or suspicious looking persons. Her trauma was in the extreme and he was suprised she hadn't seen a therapist or something, or maybe she had. Although he was a face reader, he wasn't a mind reader. The best he can do is spot emotions and see through most false identities.

"Don't you worry your pretty little mind, people throw rocks at things that shine and life makes living look hard." he may have just paraphrased a Taylor Swift song, but he wasn't the best at comforting.

((OOC: IDK I was bored XD))

He watched as the girl seemed to freak out by the mere sight of his appearance, and he practically cackled in near joy, the high pitched giggling and disturbing bone crackling resumed itself as Hanako fell into a state of shock. He couldn't continue help but continue giggling as she cried and Datlon seemed to have tried to help her, unsure as to why she was doing this. This manner of comforting.. is actually kind of disgusting. Keke. The swaying motion of his tilting back and forth, making the chains move in his trance as he cackled, made her crying seemed to increase as he did so, and he merely did not stop. Nor did he want to. His kekeke seemed to have evolved into that of a kackkackkack, to human ears would be like that of a corrupted, frighteningly high-pitched duck. Interesting.. so incredibly interesting.. ! Tarantos kept laughing at the situation, giggling in high pitch even further as Dalton tried to look towards him for answers, and he didn't say anything. "Kack! .. Kack! ... Kackkackkack!" He seemed to even between his giggling and breathing as he stopped, staring at the sky above away from the sight, and then made another bone crackling sound as he looked back down.

He took steps back, as Dalton continued to comfort Hanako, chains rattling away as he did, and then halted. Slowly, with long arms and pointy claws, he carved into the sand/dirt of the ground, a raspy grunt his breathing and the much more quieter bone shifting as he wrote his message in.. what was it that the humans called it, Japanese? It would seem that the lot of this group don't speak English, much less than read it. It's disappointing. He carefully made kanji strokes, the message growing longer as he wrote it out. Like most shinigami, he was able to understand the human languages, even if they ignorantly did not know of all of theirs. 'I do not like to speak. But you should consider some options here~ He kept small, neat handwriting. Where is that girl's shinigami, if she's going to be afraid of lil' o' me? Kekeke.' Once Tarantos finished, he stilled, and stared straight at Dalton, his beady eyes within the confinements of the large skull that many saw as his face were easier to see in this sort of light, a bright, evil red. His head cracked to the side again, in that disgusting manner of copying observations of little Human girls. Tarantos let out another giggle and another bone crackling noise, then he stilled completely with softer breathing. He wasn't stupid. This girl obviously shouldn't be that scared of his appearance if she were to have a Death Note and a Shinigami, some distance away or something. But it would seem that Humans, like all creatures within this Realm, seemed to calmed when the frightening thing of their fears didn't do anything. Granted, they ran, but he wasn't so sure that this little Human girl would be able to, what with her crying and hyperventilating.

((OOC: Of course, no one's gotten her a Shinigami yet, but adding on the dramatic effect anyway~ o w o
If you guys don't like it this way, I could always edit and change it appropriately to how it shall and should be. :D))

'I do not like to speak. But you should consider some options here~ He kept small, neat handwriting. Where is that girl's shinigami, if she's going to be afraid of lil' o' me? Kekeke.'

Dalton looked at the writing his shinigami had placed before him in the sand. He quickly glanced around, not seeing the shinigami. While that was going to pester him, he wasn't going to bother with that until after she awoke, just like mostly anything right now, it might cause her to go into a relapse and freak out again. He shot Tarantos a look that basically said "Does it even matter right now?" the answer to that was 'no', but it would probably later.

He kept that little piece of information in his head as he started a slow rock to keep her from waking. For now, he'd just have to wait until she awoke on her own.

Hanako peacefully slept as she felt the slow rocking motion and fell deeper into her dream.

(awhile later)

Hanako slowly opened her eyes and looked up at Dalton as she smiled
"Thank you...." She said quietly as she sat up. She looked over at Tarantos for a second, flinched slightly, but knew she'd have to grow to be okay with him.
"What is he?....." She said slightly, unsure of what she was looking at.

Dalton looked into her beautiful (insert color here) eyes as they slowly forced themselves open. She mumbled a 'thanks' quietly before sitting up. Her gaze found its way back on Tarantos and she flinched, but didn't freak out.

"What is he?....." she said slightly, unsure of what she was looking at.

"He's my shinigami." he responded in a calm, caring voice without taking his eyes off hers. "Don't you have one?" he asked before remembering that it took around forty days for some shinigamis appear. "How long ago did you get your Death Note?" he questioned lightly.

(they are sort of an orangish red.)
Hanako thought for awhile before responding.
"Not yet.... And how long ago was the broad cast of "Commotion"? That's when I got mine." She said as she looked into Dalton's (color) eyes.