Work Text:
He can’t quite remember how it happened. One day, he woke up in the middle of a small Japanese town, from what seemed like a deep state of sleep. He had no memories other than his own name, and these strange urges he constantly has to kill and take. His name was Yoshikage Kira. Where did he come from? He didn’t even know himself. Why was he here? Well, he certainly had a vague idea why. He instinctively knew that when he was alive, he wasn’t a good person by no means. Maybe this state of purgatory he was in was to get back at him from the terrible life he lived when he was alive. A sort of bad karma was the way he thought it.
For the past few years or so, he’s been living as a ghost in the living world. He doesn’t mind it much, for he can get away with plenty of things without being seen. It would be much harder to get away with the things he did if he were visible; Murder. If anything, this bizarre state of purgatory was much better than Hell, the place he knew he was destined to be. He doesn’t plan to leave to the other side anytime soon. His only issue that he’s been facing for a while is finding a place of his own. For a ghost, it really is hard to try and get ahold of a place of your own. Transactions are difficult when people can’t seem to see or communicate with you. He’s resulted in housing with people of the living without their knowledge which can be quite difficult for him. He only desires to be alone; to live in a quiet house and listen to his own music, eat his own meals, and live a peaceful life without having to “haunt” every other month. This is what he liked the most about roaming the living world as a ghost. That no one can see him, hear him, or talk to them unless he allows it.
Until now.
Kira was living with a younger girl in her early twenties in an apartment, and was really starting to get annoyed. She always had friends over, always listening to girly pop artists like Britney Spears and Beyoncé, and was always blow drying her hair, which was really loud and annoying to hear everyday. He only decided to live with her because he was getting desperate for someone new to house with. What he didn’t know is how she lived. He was regretting making this gamble of living with a random girl who he had no knowledge of. He decided it was time to move out and find somewhere else to haunt; somewhere that was quiet with barely any people moving in and out of it.
There was a small motel in the outskirts of this small coastal town that barely had any visitors, besides the yearly tourists that would come in the summer. It was the middle of winter; The air cold, and it rained constantly. That wouldn’t attract visitors to this shabby motel anytime soon. It was the perfect place for him to haunt; Quite, with a beautiful view of the sea. The closest convenience store was a brisk 5 min walk up the road. The urban situation of the motel was quite attractive to him, considering that there was barely any people living around it.
Walking up to the motel, he noticed that there were only about three cars in the parking lot, meaning that at least one of the vehicles had to be a worker who ran the motel. There were 16 rooms, yet only one seemed to be occupied. Room 13 was the only one who had someone inside. The room had a red “Do not disturb” sign on the doorknob, and a pile dirty plates outside the room, waiting to be picked up.
“A person who stays at a shabby Motel like this probably doesn’t plan to stay.” He thought to himself
Kira had decided to try to get whoever was occupying the room, to allow him inside. This was usually the hardest part for Kira to do, but if done successfully, he’ll have that room all to himself until summer rolls around. He carefully made his way up the steps onto the second floor of the motel, then stood in front of the door quietly, conspiring on what he could say to possibly be let in. It crossed his mind that it may be hard due to the obvious “Do not disturb” sign.
Carefully, he knocked on the door three times, then waited for a response in silence. He was then greeted with a deep yet muffled voice from the other side of the door.
“I told you, and I’ll tell you once again. I don’t want my room cleaned.”
Jeez what a great start.
“Sir I apologize for the intrusion, but would you like me to discard these pl-“
“Yes take the plates and go. Don’t bother me again.”
Kira didn’t want to push it any further. The man did have a point. If you have a do not disturb sign, then that quiet literally means don’t interfere with my business.
“A man has a right to his own privacy…” he muttered under his breath. That’s the moto Kira lived his life to. He secretly applauded the man behind the door who shares the same sentiments as himself.
“I know you’re still there. Can’t you read the sign?”
“Oh I apologize once again sir. I was just here to ask if you needed fresh towels. It has been a while since we’ve switched them out for you so-“
“Just leave them outside for me will you.”
As much as Kira hated to be a bother he had to be persistent. Part of him felt bad for whatever reason.
“Sir, I would hate for them to get dirty. We insure that our patrons have only the best service.”
“Does that include violating their privacy?”
He has a point.
“Touché sir.”
The man behind the door paused. Maybe he was thinking about what to say next. Kira really has no way of knowing. The voice behind the door muttered some to himself that even Kira couldn’t quite make out. Then voice let out a sigh, giving in.
“Fine. Just, please just hand them to me through the crack of the door.”
“No worries sir. A man has a right to his own privacy.”
Slowly, Kira heard the sound of multiple locked being unlocked, more than usual for a regular motel. Then a hand with long nails, painted black poked out of the pitch black room. Kira took notice and felt his body heat up. This hasn’t happened to him in a while. With the slight crack of the door, he got permission to be let in, thus living in this motel would be a success.
Kira took notice of the man behind the door. He was taller than himself and had long bright pink hair that flowed down his back. If he hadn’t heard his voice already, he would probably guess from first glance that this was a freakishly tall woman. His lips wore a dark plum color, that complimented his wild pink hair. He was only wearing a long black robe that matched his long black nails. The taller man had peaked out of the door to see who on earth was being so persistent on giving him fresh towels, yet no towels or motel worker were in sight. A look of panic spread across his face and even reflected onto his suddenly shakey body. He slammed the door shut locking about six locks, which looks like four of them had been personally installed. Strange.
His breathing got heavy, scared by the sudden disappearance of someone outside his room. Being scared or weirded out would be a normal for anyone to have experience this strange activity, but this man was acting more worried and scared than usual. After locking all six locks, the pink haired man shut his eyes and winced with his back pressed up against the door. He started to mutter, which seemed like he was frantically praying in another language. Listening closely, Kira had realized the man was speaking Italian. Interesting. At this point the man was on the floor, holding himself resting his head on his knees. Kira inspected the pathetic up man in front of him. His hands were holding his head; Pale, slim, and painted black. They looked just like a woman’s hand. Was he that desperate?
He was only wearing a robe. Nothing else. Kira clenched his mouth, and averting his gaze, looking around at his new home for a couple months or so. It wasn’t the worst. It was dark, had a messy bed, sad little couch, decent TV set, and a few magazines. In the corner of a room was a desk covered in papers, notes, and money? Actually, envelopes full of money. Who was this man? What was he doing here? As he turned around to investigate the desk, the man on the floor let out a horrified gasp. His face went pale, like he had just seen a ghost. Wait.
“Please! Don’t, don’t kill me! I’ll do whatever you want- p-please have mercy on me! Just give me a little longer!”
What?
“You can see me?”
“Please don’t do anything to me, and if you do, please make it quick! I promise, I’ll cooperate with whatever you ask me to. Please~”
Kira was stunned. First of all, why was this man acting like this? Was he deranged? Was he on drugs? Why did he think that he was going to kill him? Kira never displayed any signs of violence what so ever, so how was that conclusion drawn? He never had an encounter like this ever. And secondly, how could this man see him? Was he a ghost too? No, not possible. He seemed like a real person. If he was a ghost, he wouldn’t be able to claim a room on his own. He had money, so he probably was paying for it fairly. He just wanted answers.
“Shh shh shh.. Hey hey. It’s ok. I’m not going to hurt you-“
The man’s fear slowly turned into one of violence. The louder he got the thicker his accent seemed to get. His demeanor had totally shifted as Kira inched toward him, becoming more alert of his surroundings.
“Yeah right, you’re just saying that. If you try to do anything, I’ll kill you. And I mean anything. You hear me? I’ll do anything to stop you, even if it means taking your life.”
Kira’s face grew hot. Out of fear? Shock? Embarrassment? He genuinely had no idea why. He definitely wasn’t scared of the man, for Kira couldn’t technically die anyway. He froze in his tracks, holding an intense gaze with the man with pink hair.
“You couldn’t kill me if you even tried-“
“Oh yeah? You think you’re tough? Come on. Fight me. You’re gonna regret ever coming to this sad little motel. You’re gonna die here and it’s all going to be you-“
“No. You can’t kill me. It’s not possible. Even if you tried to you couldn’t.”
“What?”
The man with the pink hair carefully pulled himself off the ground, whipping his teary eyes. He got himself into a fighting stance, something that Kira had sworn he has seen before.
“Listen. I’m not human-“
“Are you a stand user?”
“A what?” That sounded a little too familiar to Kira, like he’d heard that before, yet he couldn’t quite remember where. The dark room suddenly seemed to fill with a light. A red light. It wasn’t coming from a window for all of them wear covered with dark drapes, yet it seemed to emit from the man’s own body.
The man snarled
“How did you get inside without me noticing.?”
Kira backed up, showing his hands as a sort of truce, to prove to the other man that he wasn’t a threat or a danger.
“Listen. I’m not alive, yet I’m not dead. I’m a ghost. I have been for quite some time.”
The man’s face looked confused yet still alert on any threat he might pose to him.
“As a Ghost, I usually need to find somewhere to live; somewhere quiet preferably, with no one around- you allowed me inside so now I am haunting this room until I see fit.”
“Who are you?”
“Oh I prefer not to say. I don’t give that information out to just anyone… I should be asking you the same. Who are you?”
The man with the pink hair seemed surprised. Was he surprised that he hasn’t been attacked yet, or surprised at the fact that Kira was being somewhat civil to him? He had no way of knowing. The man’s face seemed to have gained some color. He wasn’t hard to look at. Actually Kira found himself admiring his foreign features, such as his nose, his light green eyes, and well- his hands. He looked away quickly, because he didn’t want to give the impression that he was staring. He hated people who stared.
“I- prefer not to say…”
His eyes wandered down, somewhere near Kira’s feet, embarrassed that he repeated just what the blonde man had said seconds ago.
“That’s fair. A man has the right to his own privacy. I respect that.”
Their eyes met. It was an intense gaze Kira had never felt before. Instinctually, he felt his body drifting closer to the other man’s, yet had to stop himself. The man with the long hair had let out a soft sigh, his eyes still fixated on the blonde.
“You’re… interesting.”
“I could say the same for you.”