Okay, this is a slightly modified version of a game i just played on the MCRmy where you put your mp3 or Ipod on shuffle and put the song that it flips to under the heading along with the artist to get the sound track to your life.
On the rmy, it was just mcr songs...i think opening the boundaries works better and makes it more fun!!!

Here's mine!

Opening Credits:
Take what you take- Lily Allen

Waking Up:
Do you know what i'm seeing?- Panic at the disco

First Day At School:
Reminded- Drowning Pool

Falling In Love:
I wanna know your name-  Becca Burn Band

Fight Song:
Inquisition Symphony- Apocalyptica

Breaking Up:
Socio- Stonesour

Prom:
The Caterpillar- The Cure

Life:
My Last Breath- Evanescence

Mental Breakdown:
Junesong Provision- Coheed & Cambria

Flashback:
Short, fast, and loud- Fall Out Boy

Getting Back Together:
She- The Misfits

Wedding:
Bat out of Hell- Meatloaf

Birth of Child:
Pumpkin Head- The Misfits

Final Battle:
Bodies- Drowning Pool

Death Scene:
Hand of Stone- Mastodon

Funeral Song:
Half Jack- The Dresden Dolls

End Credits:
Dirty Window- Metallica

The air outside was cold and crisp, the kind that seemed to burn your lungs if you had spent too long indoors.

Kaorin took deep breaths as she drew closer to the hotel. She could not remember the last time she felt so nervous going to meet someone!

She shook her head and reminded herself that she was going to see grown policemen; there was no need to worry at all.

“Mikomi…I need you to tell me which room is theirs, please.” She asked the Shinigami as it occurred to her that she did not know which room the team was using and it was entirely possible that the staff did not know either that the Kira Investigation team was using their rooms as head quarters.

Mikomi nodded and disappeared through the elevator doors. Kaorin took the time to cross the marbled floor to the fountain that stood in the middle of the mezzanine. Running water in a confined space was something that had always held her interest. She skimmed her fingertips across the surface of the water, feeling the tepid water tickle her skin.

“Kaorin; they are in room K-456.” The Shinigami told her, she snapped back to reality from her silent reverie.

A fleeting smile crossed her lips. “Then let us go, Mikomi.”

The elevator seemed to take forever to reach the floor they needed, Kaorin’s heart was pounding against her ribcage, almost threatening to burst forth from within. The lift came to a halt at the destination floor and she stepped out, breathing deeply and grimaced at the Shinigami.

The hall way was dimly lit, shadows loomed in between the tables that held lamps, doors dotted along both sides of the walls.

Kaorin walked slowly up the hallway looking for k-456, she eventually found it after Mikomi had vanished, only to re-appear further up the hall outside the door, her cloak once more swirling in the non existent winds.

“It’s now or never, right?” she asked rhetorically.

She drew her hand up to knock on the door, her heart beating even more furiously now. She knocked smartly on the door three times and drew back to wait.

A minute later, a face appeared at the door; it was old and wizened and smiled quizzically at her from behind a white moustache.

“May I help you miss?” the old man asked her.

“Yes. I have information that could help the Kira Investigation Team.” She said quietly. The man’s eyes widened, obviously he had not expected that anyone knew where they were.

“How on earth did you know where the team was?” he asked incredulously.

Kaorin smiled slightly and shrugged.

“You had best come in.” he told her and ushered her inside the room. “Please leave all communication devices inside this deposit box along with any time pieces you may be wearing.” He advised her. She smiled again and nodded and fished her phone out of the bag along with her watch and placed them inside the box.

“Watari, who is this?” asked a black haired young man who was sitting in an arm chair in the most curious fashion; he was resting on the balls of his feet, sitting rather much like a frog, bare footed with a fork-full of cake half way to his mouth.

His eyes were dark and rimmed with bags from a lack of sleep, she presumed.

“I do not know yet, Ryuzaki; I have yet to ask her name.” Watari said.

I tried not to frown; Ryuzaki was not the name I saw above the dark haired man’s head, and Watari was not the name I saw to belong to the older man. Aliases! She realised.

“I am Manabe Kaorin.” She said, bowing. “I have valuable information pertaining to the Kira Investigation.” She raised her head, eyes locking with Ryuzaki’s, forest green meeting coal black.

He stood up, “Information?”

“Yes, information which I can only tell L…where is he?” she asked him, he smirked slightly.

“Manabe-san, I am L.” he told her. She eyed him suspiciously.

“He tells the truth, Kaorin.” Mikomi informed her. Kaorin nodded.

“Then I must tell you this,” She said, reaching into her bag; note in hand ready to bring out “I know how Kira kills.”

“NO WAY!” a young police officer yelled, the name I could see identifying him as Matsuda

“Matsuda! Quiet!” said an older officer, his name displaying as Yagami Sochiro.

“Yes Matsuda; please be quiet.” L said calmly, all the whilst still locking eyes with Kaorin.

“How does he kill, Manabe-san?” he asked her.

She laughed a little nervously, “This might sound completely incredulous and absurd, but Kira has something called a Death Note.”

“Death Note?” he asked sceptically. Kaorin nodded.

“Yes.” She swallowed and continued, “I know this, because…I have one too.”

His eyes narrowed and he walked towards her, “Show it to me please.”

“Of course.” She replied and pulled it out of the bag. Before she could warn him about touching it, he had taken it out of her hands, he held it in a curious fashion, by only his thumb and finger as if it would bite him if held properly. His eyes widened and he dropped the note as he was able to see Mikomi.

“Manabe-san? What is that apparition in the corner?” he asked calmly and pointed to Mikomi

“Ryuzaki! There’s nothing there!” Matsuda shouted out again.

Kaorin smiled slightly, “That is the Shinigami to whom that note belonged before she gave it to me. Her name is Mikomi.”

“Greetings; human.” Mikomi said to L.

L’s brow furrowed and he picked the note back up.

“How exactly does one kill using this?”

She moved closer to him and took the note out of his hands and opened it to show him the rules.

Death Note

The human whose name is written in this note shall die

If the cause of death is written within 40 seconds of writing the subject's name, it will happen.

This note will not take effect unless the writer has the person's face in their mind when writing his/her name. Therefore, people sharing the same name will not be affected.

If the cause of death is not specified, the person will simply die of e heart attack.

After writing the cause of death, details of the death should be written in the next 6 minutes and 40 seconds.

L’s eyes flickered across the page, taking in the rules. He turned to Yagami and the others.

“I think touching it is the key to seeing the Shinigami…that is true, right Manabe-san?”

Kaorin nodded. “Yes, only those who have touched the Death Note will recognize the image and the voice of the Shinigami to whom it belongs.”

“Well then, gentlemen, touch it and we shall be able to continue.” He said, sitting the note on the table. The police eyed it suspiciously.

“Please, sit down Manabe-san.” L said as he clambered back into his own chair and continued eating cake.

Kaorin sat down in the empty chair at the other end of the coffee table and watched as one by one, the police apprehensively touched the note and got a scare when they were able to see Mikomi.

“Manabe-san,” L said, looking directly across the table at her; “Why did you decide to bring this to us? Surely someone with the same power as Kira would want to help him achieve his goal?”

Her eyes narrowed in disgust; How dare you think that?! She thought angrily, her fists clenching into two little balls at either side of her legs.

“Kira is to be stopped at all costs. I thought coming here and telling you about the existence of Death Notes would help you, but obviously not. It seems you now suspect me of being Kira!” she half shouted to him, furious, she stood up and made for the door, however, L had managed to launch himself out of the chair, from his crab-like position and grabbed her by the arm.

“Let go of my arm, Ryuzaki.” She said in a low, dangerous voice.

“Did you use it?” he asked her softly.

She turned her head to him, her green eyes almost glowing with anger, “And what if I did? Are you going to execute me? Put me to death?” she sighed and relaxed.

“I honestly don’t care if that is what you have planned for me. I have nothing and no one to stay alive for after all.”

His eyes probed her face again.

“Okay…yes. I used it only once to kill the man who murdered my entire family before my eyes.” She found herself released from his grip and she fell to the floor in tears.

“Uematsu Taro?” he asked, crouching beside her in his curious frog like manner. Kaorin nodded, not trusting herself to speak.

“Convicted of the murder of thirty people in his life time. Found dead in his cell with a suicide note stating a feeling of guilt and a fear of Kira…I had assumed that this was one of Kira’s killings…” he told her, she looked up at him through half closed eyes, ever hopeful that her life would be spared.

“You…want to help us, right?” she sat up straighter, eyes widened with shock.

“You’re letting me live?!” she asked incredulously.

"I do not believe that you are Kira, yes, you have the same power, but you seem to want to use it for true justice. Am I right?” Kaorin dried her eyes and nodded

“There’s one more ‘power’ that I have that I am certain Kira does not have…Shinigami eyes.”

I wrote some more.
This is all in second person....i didnt realise that i had switched in the first part >.<

Mikomi had been gone for quite a while now.

 Kaorin grew restless. A sign of just how used she had become to social contact.

She laughed inwardly at that. No. This would be the perfect practice for life going back to normal after she had helped catch Kira.

Kaorin surrounded herself in a world populated by herself and her books. Her books were what she lived for.

A book couldn’t murder everyone you loved. A book couldn’t treat you like you were an animal. No. No one will ever have that chance again! She swore to herself vehemently.

She got out of her arm chair and padded through to the kitchen to fix herself a cup of coffee. She lived in a modern apartment that was decorated richly in dark colors and antique furniture. Her clothes too matched the décor of the house. Kaorin took pride in her appearance, her skin was deathly white from a lack of sunshine for the past five years; her long black hair was sleek and shiny and held back in an old gilt barrette. She often wore black skirts and fitted shirts, but on occasion she would venture to wear something a little more modern. But that was a rare occurrence.

She pulled the percolator out of its box and set it up on the counter and went about filling it with ground down coffee beans, her eyes half closed as she savoured the delicious roasted smell of caffeine as it was transferred from one container to another.

The coffee ritual was one which happened at least four times a day. She needed the bitter taste of the coffee, just as she needed air to breathe.

After a small eternity had passed, the coffee was done. She smiled slightly as she poured it into her tall silver coffee pot and placed it on the matching tray along with the small dish of sugar cubes, ice water, tongs and tiny biscuits.

The next hour would be spent drinking coffee and researching all the Kira deaths, This had become the norm after the arrival of Mikomi. Thinking of the Shinigami reminded her of just how long she had been gone…ten days.

Surely she would have found L by now?

Sighing and shaking her head, she turned on the TV and concentrated on not seeing the names and life spans of everyone, she was getting better at controlling the use of her Shinigami eyes.

“My name is Lind L Taylor.” My attention turned fully to the screen…that was L?

It couldn’t be…Kaorin checked with her eyes. Yes. It was Lind L Taylor…but surely that wasn’t really L?

Suddenly, he collapsed and died on the spot…Kira! She gasped and moved closer to the screen as a computer scrambled voice was heard to be coming from the speakers, the real L was speaking directly to Kira. Kira was in Japan. In this very city it seemed.

“Mikomi!” she called and almost immediately, the Shinigami appeared, walking through the solid wall as if it were a door.

“Kaorin?” she replied by way of greeting and question.

“L is in Japan; and is Kira too. I am getting closer, aren’t I?”

“Yes, little one, you are.” She said as she sat down. Kaorin handed her a peach, which the death god ate voraciously. “I found out where you can find him.”

Kaorin turned her head sharply.

“Where?!” she almost demanded, the Shinigami just laughed at her as if she were a small child.

“Patience, Kao. Patience.” Kaorin nodded and composed herself.

“Will you tell me how to find L?”

“Yes, but you would have to go there today. It seems he changes his location every other day.” Kaorin nodded

“And that place would be?”

“The Ikarushai Hotel. Its not far from here.” Mikomi told her, helping herself to another peach.

Kaorin stood up and raced to her room to prepare herself for leaving.

She exchanged her elaborate costume for something a little more conspicuous, so that no one would remember her visiting the hotel, she tied her hair up in a long braid which she left hanging over one shoulder and packed the note into a hand bag along with a pen and all the evidence which she had already acquired.

“Come, Mikomi. We have a detective to see.” She said with a slight smirk.

The criminals were still dying, faster than ever.
I looked at the note in my hands and then to the face of the Shinigami who stood in front of me. I shook my head, I couldn’t use this note in any way possible except to help find Kira and bring him to true justice.

“Mikomi…I would like to make the deal.” The Shinigami laughed and quickly finished eating the peach it held.

“As you wish, Kaorin.” She held her hand over my eyes and I felt something slowly leave my body…half my remaining life span I supposed. I opened my eyes again, they felt like they were on fire; I could see the names and lifespan of everyone on the TV, on the magazine cover on the table, through the window I could see a red glare of names and numbers as people walked by.

“Mikomi…how do I control this?” I asked, closing my eyes tightly. The sheer amount of numbers was giving me a head ache.

“Practice and time is all Kaorin.” The Shinigami sat down on the couch opposite; she was large, around seven feet tall and a strange mauve white colour. Her face was terrible and yet beautiful, almost like a real life angel. Fitting for a death god I presume. She was clothed in a cloak that seemed to be made out of mist; it constantly swirled around in an invisible wind.

I was not afraid of my Shinigami, we understood each other. She was like a friend and advisor. She understood my reasons for not wanting to use the Death Note in the traditional way.

I stood up, my long skirts falling back around my legs into place and set the note on the table in front of me.

“I plan to use the eyes to help L find Kira.” I announced.

Mikomi smiled. “I had thought you would. You’re the only person who can help stop Kira.”

I nodded. “Tell me Mikomi; do you know how many Death Notes there are in the world right now? I know there is at least one other.”

“I cannot tell you that, the laws of the Shinigami forbid it.” She said apologetically.

I frowned. I had still to test the note properly. I had been in possession of it for nearly a month and had studied the rules completely and had been able to deduce that in accordance with the stated rules, that Kira must also possess a Death Note. A single week of watching live news reports in which criminals “mysteriously” died had confirmed her suspicions. All that remained was to quell her own curiosity as to the working of the Death Note. She did not like to use it and didn’t particularly want to, especially if she was going to take it to L and offer her services in the Kira investigation. But her inner thoughts reasoned with her and told her she had to use it at least once. It would be a scientific experiment after all, wouldn’t it?

Kaorin sat down on her bed, and opened up her laptop and booted up the internet. She would find the world’s most evil person and kill him. A person whom would not be picked up by the media she hoped. Yes…you will do fine. Didn’t I tell you I would get my revenge one day? She would write the name of the man who had killed her entire family.

In the note she wrote, Uematsu Taro – writes a letter speaking of the guilt he felt for the many murders he committed in his life time and stating his fear of Kira, commits suicide using the pen he used to write his letter to stab himself to death.

The name and numbers disappeared from his picture in the paper cut out on the web page. It had worked.
“Mikomi?” she called out. The Shinigami came through the wall holding another peach in her claw-like hand

“Yes, Kaorin?”

“Help me find L, please?”

These are more expressive on imaginings, but still quite dark!

 


Dance
March 2006

As I write you’re choking out your last breath,
The water, seeping into your lungs.
You’re a corpsical balloon
To amuse the little fishes.
You’re bloated and blue and tied to a rock on the river bed
And I’m laughing, you’re my clown
You used to make me frown.
Smile for me, my floating corse!
Dance for me, my watery ghost!
Prove to me...I didn’t waste my time.