This is my first actual fanfiction that I have decided not to delete 3 minutes after posting. It is set at the very beginning of Death Note right now, and shall work its way through the story. I apologize if you do not enjoy it, if there are any errors, or if I am inaccurate with the timeline and such, so I apologize in advance.

The notebook fell from the sky at a ferocious rate, as if it were alive and desperately trying to find the ground. Of course, much to the dismay of people whose parachute fails at the last second, gravity always seems to have that effect on anything with mass, and this notebook was no exception. Its lust for the security of earth was satisfied with a light 'thwack', which was surprising considering the great altitude from which it had fallen.

The notebook's entry had not gone unnoticed. In fact, one pair of huge grey eyes paid extra special attention to the descent as opposed to the test lying on the desk in front of them. It was not as if the test was of any significance anyway. It had once again been a disappointment, little reason to go to the effort of lifting the pen. Child's play, or at least for those grey eyes. The watcher was the only one finished, and the other students were a mass of furrowed brows, exasperated sighs, and frustrated desk tapping.

The teacher did not pay any attention to the seemingly absent minded student, and simply paced the room, occasionally snatching the paper of a cheater and writing a big fat 'zero' all over the front page in obnoxious red ink that had the distinct smell of a new sharpie. This teacher prized himself on his vast collection of sharpies, each one itching to scrawl some kind of criticism upon a student's page.

A dead bird? 9.3% possibility. A small meteor? 2.6% chance. What about space junk? Also 2.6%. As for an object falling from a plane or other overhead vehicle, that was the most likely possibility, coming in at 27%. Of course, it could have been something from a tree, or a high building, but seeing as there were none around it would have been less than a one percent possibility. The grey eyes scanned the playground outside, ignoring the students on their spare at the basketball net, barely noticing the hooded figures in the shadows in the alcoves of the building catching a smoke, instead focusing at the foot of the mini oak tree that had been planted the previous year as a 'unifying act' to join the school and promote teamwork. Of course, the small tree had undergone a series of surgeries to fix the broken branches, spray paint, mutilation, and carvings that the students had been so courteous to bestow upon it.

A silent snort. What a rotten world, plagued by the evil of humanity, wrongdoings big and small. It was in schools where everything started. The students who had ravaged the tree without purpose had gone undiscovered, and so unpunished. Because of this, these students would evolve and harden, their crimes of petty vandalism turning to stealing, from stealing to murder. It was the simple and well walked path of which there was no stopping.

Another casual glance. Casual of course, it was obviously not that interesting. It was just an object. Objects fell from the sky every single day. If people were to investigate every little sighting, they would have no time for anything else. Heck, a child could learn that lesson by reading Chicken Little, the story of the falling sky. It was an acorn for goodness sakes! But of course, it was a little chicken, so it was understandable. Oh, and it wasa story. Artistic licence was often the only way to explain anything in the world of media.

Absent minded pen clicking. If you could call it that. For this mind was never empty. It was full of ideas, like not going to look at the mysterious object and –

Ok that is it. I am going to look at it.

Standing up, handing in the paper, the teacher nodding, walking from the room, running down the hall, all a blur. Feet moving of their own accord, and nothing was going to stop them. They knew where the wanted to go, and that was precisely where they were going. The decrepit tree. The object. Where was it, the space junk, the bird, the mystery? Surveying the surroundings, the grey eyes were disappointed. There was nothing in sight. Of course, this did mean that there was an even bigger puzzle. Had the object been taken? Had it been destroyed on impact? But then what was that? In the corner of the grey eyes? Bending down, the new owner took the notebook in thin, slender hands.

"Obviously not what I expected. I had thought that the possibility of this being a notebook or other school utensil was less than one fifth of a percent. Of course, any percentage other than zero means that there is indeed a chance… no matter how small." The hands felt the cover of the notebook, taking in the rough feel, the strange smell, and the grainy sound as skin met cloth. "Death Note. How pleasant. Ah well, this should prove for some light entertainment. At the very least, it would make a perfect doorstop." With that, Elizabeth rose from her crouch, tossing her long, platinum hair over her shoulder casually as if she had simply stopped to tie her shoelace.

If in the 94% chance that this notebook belonged to somebody, Elizabeth decided that she would wait for somebody to announce the disappearance of their prized possession. As she walked away from the lonely tree, Elizabeth found herself hoping that the remaining 6% was enough chance to allow her to keep the notebook.

A few hours later, Light Yagami sat in his high school classroom. What a rotten world. A falling black notebook caught his eye, and a smile crossed his face.

I hope that you enjoyed the first chapter, and I would really appreciate any reviews that would help improve my writing skills!