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Inverted Rainbow -DNNamelessa Death Note AU.(that's code for 'anyone at all can read it as long as they like shonen-ai')A single beat of a butterfly's wings can cause a tornado in Arkansas. A single detail, a single grain of rice can tip the scale. One bullet--a butterfly wing beat a moment too soon.On that fateful day, a single insignificant bulet tilted but a centimeter too far, slid off the table with a muffled 'click'. No one noticed. And that same day, one brave, unlucky policeman rushed through the door in a horrified daze with a gun lacking just one missile.As he slammed the car door, it seemed as though something was off. But he shrugged it away impatiently, becuase the call was coming from his own house. His family, his pregnant wife, his three year old son.A panicked voice had blared through the speakers, calling someone--anyone--to the Yagami household at the edge of suburbia. The force's own Soichiro dashed to the rescue, determined to protect his loved one.Megaphones blared and blue li
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the alien shuddered, eye twitching violently.They meandered through irregular pockets of lazy teens and hip parents. Every group was different, running the gamut from jersey clad muscle-heads to snic
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