My part in this story was a small one, but pardon me if I believe it was a truly unique one. Some will say that I was merely a pawn in a game played by greater men but I continue to tell my story for the sake of people who find something more in it. Something true.
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If you are reading this story you most likely could care less about my life before the Kira incident so I shall try to keep my back-story to the bare facts. I was born in a small town in the Midwest with middle class parents and one older sister. By the time I was in high school I had decided to pursue a career in fashion. I was also laboring under the false impression that 'Lav' was a far cooler name than Lavender. I remember dreaming of one day creating my own fashion line of glamorous but affordable clothing for teenagers like myself. However this career failed to take off like I had imagined and the next thing I knew I was working the cash register at JC Penny and living with my parents again. A fashion major doesn't look too impressive on most resumes so I managed to scrape together enough money to go back to college to become a psychologist. Finally after my exhausting second try of college I was attempting to get a job when my parents decided to move to Florida leaving me to go live with my sister until I could steady my income a bit. Unfortunately dearest sis had decided to move to Japan and teach English so I trailed behind in order to continue to sleep in her spare room. All was not lost, however, I may have been bottom of the class in my language lessons but I managed to get a job as a criminal psychologist for the Japanese police. And so begins our story, a culture shocked young woman in a strange new job trying to make ends meet…
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Pencils skirts are truly horrible inventions. I was sweating in the noon- day sun while perching uncomfortably on a park bench. My rigid shoes were pinching my toes and my wilting pencil skirt was attempting to creep up over my head. I tried for the thousandth time to tug it back down and wrestle the wrinkles out of it. This so far was proving to be a very dissatisfying day. I was still new at work and was struggling to keep up with what was happening due to my inability to understand the majority of what my coworkers said. In fact I was still a bit foggy on exactly why I was sitting here on this park bench.
It had all begun earlier today when I had received a phone call from a man (speaking in Japanese of course) who had asked me to meet him here in regardance to the Kira Investigation. Now of course I knew what Kira was- crazy serial killer guy ring any bells? - But I had the distinct impression that he had said a lot more about his reasons for needing my assistance than I had comprehended. I was currently beginning to worry if my agreeing to meet here was even safe. I had managed to assure myself that this fear was merely paranoia, of course they might need more help on the Kira investigation, the vast majority of the task force had quit out of fear for their lives. Fear for my life was not getting in the way of some extra cash these days, my sisters apartment was becoming an increasing unpleasant place mostly due to the presence of my sister.
I squirmed again on the bench in a vain attempt to get comfortable. An elderly man meandered through the park towards me. It was a hot day and the park was green and hazy with the faint smell of rain in the air.
The old man sat down crisply beside me and addressed me by name. I was momentarily thrown; one does not generally expect a complete stranger to greet you like he's known you for years.
I tentatively replied. He launched off in Japanese and I groaned inwardly. The name L was mentioned on several occasions as was the name Kira. I tried my best to keep up with what he was saying and to sort of bob my head at appropriate moments to show that I was listening. This seemed to satisfy him and after a while he stood up and led me to a car. My childhood training had taught me to never clime into a car with a stranger but nonetheless I climbed into the back when he gestured me to. This day was getting more surreal by the moment.
I mentally rehearsed my pathetic knowledge of Japanese until the car pulled up in front of rather expensive looking hotel. My companion graciously opened the door for me and led me upstairs. My brain continued to attempt to process exactly why we were here. My brain failed.
Finally I found myself standing at the door of one of the suits while the old man knocked. I didn't feel like I was standing on the brink of adventure, or that when this door opened I would enter I new phase of my life, actually I just felt like I was standing in front of someone's hotel room. Then the door opened. Things changed.
The man who opened the door wore rumpled clothes and his soft black hair formed a spiky halo around his head. His eyes were round and dark, alert and bright marred by the dark shadows beneath them. His spine had a delicate curve that hunched him over but he had an odd grace to his movements. I fell in love. Actually I kind of stared a bit too. Then the man told me he was L. I kind of stared a bit more after that.
A/N: First story, wooooo. So yes, this is Death Note as told by the average OC. This should be a fun adventure. Please tell me what you think, I really like to know.