Fanfiction: Dear L
Category: Death Note
Chapter: 0
Author: Sakura Lawliet
Editor: -
Word Count: 1,461

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN DEATH NOTE OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS! I ONLY OWN MIYAKO, HANAE-SENSEI & HER PARENTS THAT ARE SHOWN SO FAR

Hello, this was just a random idea that I just had to start writing. I rated this T, but with the way I want this story to go, it will most likely change to Rated M.

For those who are reading my other story Kage O Shōhi, I am most definitely not going to stop writing that one. I will just put this first chapter up and see how many people will want me to continue because right now... I'm at a little rough spot at the moment with Kage O Shōhi and haven't gotten much reviews... :'( I'm gonna use this story as a way to clear my mind a bit.

I love how Kage O Shōhi is going though, and I'm glad I got many favorites and follows, but please.

Review for my stories. This is my first time putting my ideas up here and I really want to know what you all think of them.

Thank you for listening (if you're still here, even) to my ramble, haha.

Now on to Dear L. Please enjoy this and tell me what you think.

CHAPTER 0/PROLOGUE: TELL ME A STORY

Diary #1

Dear (Enter Name - I'm not using 'Diary'),

Today is January 1st, 1997.

My birthday was today, did you know?

Of course not because I just got you, now, haha...

I still have no idea what to call you though because I'm absolutely not calling you 'Diary'. That's way to... common.

Anyway, I'm 15, weird, isn't it? A fifteen year old, writing in a diary? It even makes me want to laugh.

I think it's because... I just want someone to talk to. I've gone so far as talking to myself to keep a conversation going, I feel like I'm going crazy. I feel like tearing out my long, silky black locks that always bring me attention.

Everyone hates me, they don't want to be near me.

"You're a whore", "Slut", "Bitch", "Boyfriend Stealing Wench".

This is how most of my day is spent with my classmates. I've always known that I was pretty, everyone has been telling me that since I was able to understand their words from when I was just a little girl. That's what everyone talked about, my looks, my body, my hair, me, me, me.

I hate it, I've always hated it. I hate being the center of everyone's attention. I know I'm pretty, I know, I know, I know. I don't need to be reminded every single second of my life, it's not like I wanted to be this way, it's not like I wished for it, either. I know that most of the girls want to be more 'pretty' more 'beautiful', always wearing makeup to create that illusion, make them feel better about themselves. But I'd rather just be a "normal" teenage girl, though. I just want to get along with everyone...

Because of my 'beauty' I can't have any friends, no guy friends because they only want me for my body and no girl friends because they all get jealous and think I have ulterior motives when their boyfriends fall for me instead. I just want a friend, not a partner, why can't anyone see that?

Apparently, they never will.

My name is Miyako Ryu Hitomi and I have only you to speak to, will you accept me unlike everyone else?

I hope so, I really do.

Thank you for actually listening,
Ryu-chan

January 5th, 1997

"Hitomi-san, will you stay after class?" Her Japanese teacher, Hanae-sensei, asked, and many snickers and whispers floated about the room as the class was dismissed for the day. Miyako lowered her head some more, not wanted to make eye contact with anyone as she stayed seated at her desk.

"Yes, sensei." She obliged, waiting for the room to clear. Hanae-sensei closed the door behind the chattering children taking their leave and moved to stand in front of the desk Miyako was slumped in. Miyako slowly turned her head up to meet the worried brown eyes of her language arts teacher with her own icy blue ones. "Is there something wrong, Hanae-sensei?" Miyako asked, her voice a sweet sounding angelic tone that only a mytical creature would be believed to have, not a fifteen year old highschooler.

Hanae-sensei cleared her voice, "It seems that your grades are dropping, Hitomi-san. All of the teachers got together and it seems you have dropped dramatically in all classes except mine." She paused, to sit down in the desk behind her, her face consorting into a more worried expression. "Is there something wrong? Why are your grades dropping so heavily?" Miyako said nothing as she stared emotionlessly into her teachers brown eyes.

Miyako would not admit it, but she was annoyed. Why would they care? She was never noticed before and her grades were just as they were now. Miyako's eyes turned a darker shade when she realized it was ever since she started here, her first year of high school. She hated it here, but she knew she couldn't just up and drop school, her parents would be so disappointed in her, they would be so angry.

"I am sorry, Hanae-sensei, but I just don't have the academic skills, is all. I may be pretty," She sneered, "But I am most definitely not the sharpest knife in the drawer." She said making Hanae-sensei frown.

"I'm sure you are as smart, if not smarter than all these girls and boys in this classroom, in your whole grade. What makes you think you aren't so?" Hanae-sensei continued and Miyako had to stop herself from frowning.

"Hanae-sensei, I am on a different level than they are." Miyako did not explain it other than that, but it was true. She was on a different level than everyone else. She would not tell her teacher that she felt bored with all her teacher's teachings and that was why she never did them, ending up giving her horrible grades. She did well on tests, passing all of them because even though they were easy in themselves they gave her a better challenge then those stupid worksheets they did everyday. Plus, it made her grades just a little more better. Sure, she skipped the questions that made her annoyed at they're stupidity or non-challenging capabilities, but she would somehow always do enough of the test questions (always getting them correct) to pass the exam. Her teachers never understood, so they just put it as Miyako being able to work better under pressure.

That was one reason she hates her teachers. They labeled her something she isn't and she does not accept that.

"I understand that Hitomi-san, but then why don't you get a tutor? Why don't you try to bring those-"

"Hanae-sensei." Miyako stared with a slightly dangerous look in her icy blues, as she tried to hide the anger in her voice. "I am doing fine, aren't I? My grades are at least above passing, which it good, yes? I have no need to work myself harder to get better grades when there is no point. Just because I am below the other students does not," She accidentally slipped into a growl, making Hanae-sensei freeze in surprise and slight fear, "Mean I need help." Miyako stood, "I am perfectly fine. Thank you for trying to help, though Hanae-sensei," She lied, she wasn't thankful at all, but to be polite, especially after her slip up, was the right move to make now. "Now, if that is all, I must go, Father and Mother expected me home by now." She bowed and quickly left the room.

Her way home was uneventful.

"Miyako Ryu Hitomi!" Her father's voice bellowed as she finally walked through the front door of her 'home', "Where have you been, you ungrateful child!?"

"At school, Father." She said in a bored tone, pushing past him from his spot next to the door, most likely waiting for her to return home. "Where else do you expect me to be? At my friends?" She added sarcastically. "Grow up." She said hollowly before ascending the stairs to her room, bag gently resting on her shoulder.

Her father stood where was, shock rooting him to the ground before it wore off into an angry rage. "That ungrateful brat!" He growled as his wife came to stand next to him, she placed a light hand on his shoulder, heaving with angry huffs.

"Now, now, dear. She'll grow out of it sooner or later. She's only 15." Her soft voice seemed to calm him only a slight bit as he straightened his clothes to a more presentable mess than what they were from his angry heaves.

"I hope you are right, otherwise..." He glared up the stairs, "Things will be have to be done."

Miyako sat on her bed, her eyes just staring at the wall, this was so annoying, why was everything so complicated? She was so much better than this. Why did she have to be here.

"A normal life would be... amazing..." She looked over to her desk in the corner of her room. She walked over, grabbing one off her hair sticks and reached underneath the desk. Feeling for a small hole, she pressed the hair stick into it, making a black notebook slide out of the the desk from a small slit in the back. She grabbed the notebook before it fell to the floor. She smiled lightly before looking at the cover, in white it said, 'Tell Me A Story' in elegant lettering. The top of the 's' in story was longer and curved slightly up into a beautiful flower pattern reaching for the edge, barely framing the rest of the words before it , the same with the end of the 'y' as it curved gently towards the bottom of the cover.

Miyako smiled bitterly, "I have yet to name you..." She murmured. "Hopefully, soon... I will be able to pick something perfect for you."

Miyako = (Mee-yah-ku)
Hanae = (Ha-na-a)

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~Sakura Lawliet