—— Blessed are the Cursed.
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He had gotten bored of prison. It was alright, at first if he was honest; very similar to living at Wammy’s House. The stench of death clung to both places like a thick layer of dust. But just like his former home, he had left. Of course, Beyond realized that meant it was on the lam now -- How dramatic -- But hiding was what he had been trained to do.
Smuggling himself like illegal cargo, the serial killer made his way to Japan. It probably wasn’t the best choice; after all, since the Kira case, Japan’s customs had become even tighter, but that much didn’t really matter to Beyond. Any genius could slip through a plane terminal unnoticed; any genius could hide himself in plain sight.
But what he didn’t expect was the lack of bulging, red, smokey text above people’s heads upon entering the cultural stirring pot known as Shibuya. Beyond blinked -- Once, twice -- Then the wings behind the nameless, dateless beings manifested in his shell-shocked vision, & Beyond realized.
Shinigami.
There were dozens here, just standing in the street more casually than after school teenagers. —— But there was something so very off about them ...
One was walking past Beyond just then; a large one who looked more like the type of Shinigami he was used to dealing with than the very human looking ones littering the street. “ Hey ... ” He greeted uneasily, turning as the Shinigami continued to walk past him. “ You! Yeah, you! Shinigami! ” Beyond called after.
