(A/N – Hi! Welcome to another Death Note story. I've worked on this one for a while, and now that I have three chapters I've decided to post. I'm sorry for my other readers for not posting chapters for my other stories. I've had a lot of homework and not a lot of free time, and also I haven't felt very inspired. I hope to post more in November and December, but no promises.

This is a cliché plotline with a little twist. It's a bit of a serious story with crack elements thrown in, so it should be confusing =]. I hope you like it, and my idea for another kind of "Note". Enjoy!

Don't own Death Note, blah, don't own any characters blah.

Although technically I can own L and B because letters can't have copyrights, right? RIGHT?)

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1 - The Note

She walked through the store, searching for the one aisle that was always the hardest to find.

"Goddamnit, why do they always hide the manga in the back?" she complained, finally locating the books.

Her name was Lindsay, but she hated that name. Absolutely hated it with all her being. Everyone called her Elle, which is pronounced L.

I think you can see where this is going.

She scanned the shelves for the book she was looking for, Bleach volume 31, to be exact. She had just discovered the series and was reading like a maniac. Again. She sighed.

"And of course they don't have it. Nobody ever has the book I need," she was about to move out of the aisle when she glanced at the Death Note section out of habit. She turned away, then did a double take. Elle couldn't believe her eyes. There was a book she had never seen before.

The girl crouched down and pulled the little black book free, eyes widening at the cover. She felt like an angelic choir would appear any minute now and start singing Hallelujah.

The book was titled "Death Note" and looked exactly like the note in the story, except that the title was written in Old English, aka "L font". Elle knew she had to get it. She didn't even know what it was but she knew she needed it. How could she be a true Death Note fan if she hadn't read every book? She stood up and immediately bumped into another person, who staggered forward and fell on the shelf in front of him.

Elle finally got a good look at the guy, and her jaw dropped.

"Jason?" she asked, raising an eyebrow and fighting the urge to smile.

The boy turned around and fixed the glasses resting on his nose, his cheeks a light shade of pink.

"Uh, hi Lindsay," he said, obviously trying to keep his cool although he was a jock in an area clearly off limits to him.

Although Jason was a jock (he was the quarterback of the football team, and the point guard for basketball, while still maintaining his position as captain of the soccer team. All in one season.), he still managed to be geeky somehow. He had glasses, sure, but he also got grades that rivaled Elle's own. She both admired and disliked him for that.

"Call me Elle. What are you doing in the manga section? Do you even read books for fun?" Elle asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I read! And I thought I recognized you so I decided to say hi. My sister needs to pick up her monthly reading book," he answered. Elle rolled her eyes.

"As if we already didn't give us enough homework, now they make us read pointless books that we don't even like," she complained. Jason nodded.

"Yeah, that's the reason I don't read for pleasure anymore. I don't have any time. I'm surprised you do," he said. Elle was feeling weird. This was the first real conversation she had ever held with Jason, who her friend Rachel had deemed "asstastic". Elle didn't even know why she was thinking of that comment right now. All she knew was that the geeky-hot guy was talking to her and she wasn't floundering for words. That was good, right?

"Well, do you study?" Jason nodded. Elle lip twitched as she tried to hold back a smile.

"I don't study."

Jason's jaw dropped. Jason was usually calm and composed. He didn't even smile unless it was something really smile-worthy. But this was serious. How could she survive without studying!

"How –"

"I really don't know. I just absorb the stuff when we learn it in class and I don't have to study. It's kinda weird, actually," Elle shrugged, trying to look nonchalant. In reality, her face was heating up at Jason's reaction. She was glad she could do just as good as him without even having to try.

"That's amazing," Jason said. He felt his face heat up a bit after he said that, but that was just because he wasn't really used to talking to girls. He meant what he said, he just felt kinda awkward saying it.

Elle felt her blush deepen. Jason, the most sought after critic at Dillian Middle School had said she was amazing. She felt like fist pumping and melting at the same time. The only thing that actually happened was she dropped her book. Mostly because she had forgotten she was holding it.

"Oh, whoops," she floundered. Whoops? You sound retarded! She thought to herself as she reached down to retrieve her book. But Jason got there before her.

"Death Note? What the heck is this?" he asked, flipping to the second page.

"No! Don't read that!" Elle practically yelled, trying to get the book away from him. If he saw how geeky she was, he would never want to talk to her again!

"Whoa, this is freaky. Is this some sort of witch book or something?" Jason asked, holding the book out to Elle. She frowned.

"No! Its!- well, I'm not exactly sure what it is, really," she opened the front cover and read the inside page as Jason leaned over her shoulder.

Deep breaths, Elle, deep breathes. Ignore the cute guy and his breath that smells like spearmint and read like a normal person, she thought to herself. And she began to read out loud for some strange reason.

"If you are a true fan, recite the incantation and make a wish. After you recite it, you will be given the opportunity to make your wish a reality," Elle looked at Jason, whose eyes held a hint of a smile.

"Huh. Could be fun. Make a wish, it's not like anything bad could happen," he said.

That's what everyone says before something goes wrong.

And Elle had read too many fantasy books to not know that.

OK. So Elle wished. She wished that she would be able to get to know Jason better. Jason closed his eyes and made a wish too. When they were done, Elle started to read the incantation, and Jason joined in.

"Red is the rose,
the blood on your finger,
the color the apple shines.

Black is the night
the beacon of death,
what he has become.

Blue is the truth,
but more the lies,
the ordinary hue.

It is your choice,
what color to yield,
Red, Black, or Blue.

So enter now,
fear for your life,
now is the time to chose."

After she read the poem, Elle immediately felt tired. She felt like she just wanted to curl up on the floor of the bookstore and sleep for a century. Which is weird because she hates germs and the floor had to be crawling with them. Elle fought to keep standing, but eventually she dropped to her knees. Jason stumbled into a shelf, knocking books out of place. Elle felt strangely calm as she sank into blackness.

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Elle woke up, her head throbbing. She reached up, as if to pull her covers off of herself. But there were no covers. Elle was in a freaken dirty ass alley. Lying down.

"GAH!" Elle stood up, patting herself in order to get nasty alley crap off of her. Then she picked up the Death Note book, except it only said "Note" now. Elle shrugged, and then tried to figure out how the hell she ended up in an alley in the first place. She heard a groan come from her right, and she jumped, moving to a defensive stance.

A cardboard box moved to reveal Jason, rubbing his head and muttering to himself. His glasses were falling off his nose and his hair was ruffled. Elle couldn't help thinking about how cute he looked.

"Jason? Do you know where we are?" Elle asked. Jason noticed her for the first time, and was about to answer when someone else did for him.

"The Kanto region of Japan."

Elle spun around, finding herself face to face with a very strange looking creature she immediately knew was a shinigami. He, (she knew it was a he because of his voice), had big eyes and even bigger, catlike, ears. His face was like that of a hairless cat, except the cat would have had no skin. A fuzzy substance grew over his skull. His body was very thin, and was wrapped in gray gauze. His hands were very large, and followed the same principle as his face. His wings resembled that of a bat.

"Uh, thanks. Would this also happen to be Death Note Japan?" Elle asked. She needed to know as much as she could about what had happened.

"Yes, that would be right," the shinigami answered. Jason looked between Elle and the thing. He felt left out, like there was some kind of inside joke he didn't know. Jason had never felt this excluded before. And he didn't like it.

"Would somebody please explain to me what the hell is going on?" Jason asked, letting some of his annoyance leak into his voice. Elle's eyebrows raised because of his tone of annoyance. The shingami's eyes got wider as well.

"Wait, this one doesn't know what Death Note is?" the thing asked. Elle shook her head.

"Oh, that's just great! Only true fans were supposed to recite that so that I wouldn't have to deal with one of these," the shinigami jabbed his thumb at Jason. "Completely and utterly out of it. It was bad enough that I would have to explain how to use the Note and your purpose in this world."

"Well, why don't you start with that, then I'll fill Jason in on what he needs to know," Elle said. This shinigami seemed to know what he was doing, even if he was lazy.

"OK, so you're here because me and a couple of buddies of mine hate Ryuk. We hate that he always gets all the fun and was able to trick the shinigami king out of that extra Death Note. So we pooled our resources and were able concoct that Note over there." The shinigami pointed at the Note, which Elle was holding. "It's not like a normal Death Note. With a few incantations and a favor from the king, we made it so that we could pull a person, or people from your realm, in order to do our bidding."

"Wait, don't you hate having to explain all this crap to us?" Elle asked. The shinigami nodded. "Then why are you doing this? Where are your friends?"

"They're too lazy to even come down here to say hi. I lost a bet. Therefore, I have to take care of you brats, which is a definite waste of my time. Now shut up and don't interrupt me again."

Elle made a zipping motion over her mouth, which Jason mimicked. Then they noticed what had happened and gave each other weird looks. The shinigami sighed and almost face palmed. Stupid humans. Oh well, they're good for entertainment.

"So, you're here to mess with Ryuk's plans. I don't care how you do it, you just need to piss Ryuk off. You have three choices, as stated in that little poem piece of crap. Yeah, you can tell I didn't write that. Your choices are Red, Blue, and Black. So, your choice?"

"Whoa, whoa, hold up. I get that Blue is L and Red id Light, but who's Black?" Elle asked, the gears in her mind turning. She had never watched the anime of Death Note. Was there a character that was represented by black? She didn't think so . . .

"Who's L and Light?" Jason whispered. Elle shook her head. The shinigami was right, having someone that had not read Death Note was gonna be annoying. But she would just have to deal.

"Light believes that all criminals, bad people, and people that do not contribute to society should die. He also believes that with him being in charge of these deaths, the world would become a better place.

"L, on the other hand, believes criminals should be punished, but not killed. He thinks that Light going against the law to kill people is wrong, and that it makes Light a criminal himself. You got it?" Elle asked.

"Damn. That is some deep shit," Jason mumbled.

"I thought you didn't cuss!" Elle exclaimed, a bit taken aback by Jason's foul language. She never thought someone as cute as him could cuss. It was like a bunny biting off a mouse's head.

"Usually I don't, but this is some deep chiz," Jason stated, changing back to his normal cuss-replacers.

"OK, enough time for talk. What is your choice?" the shinigami asked, looking bored.

"But I still have no clue who Black is!" Elle frowned, but then something in her head clicked. She remembered Rachel making fun of one of her favorite Death Note characters by messing with his name.

"Wait, you're talking about BB, aren't ya?" Elle asked. The shinigami looked a bit shocked that she knew who represented black, but he just shrugged.

"Whoa, who's BB?" Jason asked.

"A serial killer who lives to beat L. Well, he won't be living for long. Unless we get to him in time," the gears turned in Elle's head. She started to think about what she wanted to do in this world, how she would want to change the course of the story. A plan started to form in her head.

"I've answered enough questions. What is your answer?"

"Navy. Jason will not chose because he doesn't know enough to chose."

"What? Navy?" the shinigami looked at Elle strangely.

"A mixture of black and blue. Basically, you could say I'm just against Light. But I also want to help B out with his personal problems, and L needs to be taught a lesson by being second place. He's pretty cocky 'cause he's never lost. He needs to learn. They all need to learn," Elle smiled. Jason's eyes went wide.

"OK, major creep factor there. And no, I don't care how gay that sounded," he added before Elle could say anything. "Does this mean we're gonna be meeting a serial killer? Because that's not cool with me."

"Yes, we are meeting a serial killer. And his mirror image. And a much worse serial killer. And maybe a sheep, a chocoholic, and a chronic fangirl. I can't wait!" Elle smiled again, excited by the prospect of meeting characters from her favorite manga. Jason kept looking at her like she was nuts. Which was probably true. Hey, I'm just sayin.

"No, I think you can wait. You still have to learn how to use the Note. It isn't a Death Note, I promise. I have a Death Note right here," he patted his side, where two Death Notes rested. "Yeah, I have two. The other's my friend's. He has 165 years left, so he let me borrow it to give to you." He handed the Death Note to Elle, who looked at it with wonder.

"I'm sure you know how to use that, but the Note is a different matter. With it you can communicate between dimensions. You write to the person on the other end through it."

"But who's on the other side?" Elle asked.

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Lance didn't know what the fuck was in the aisle he walked into. All he knew was that this was the way Jase went, and that's who he was looking for. He most certainly wasn't looking for a weird-ass book that had "Death" written on the cover. But then again, Jase was weird. Maybe he was getting into horror movies or some other weird shit.

He picked up the book, looking for the back cover and the description. That's where that was supposed to be, right? Lance shrugged and just opened that damn thing up. If his brother could read it, he could. He was, after all, a sophomore, and Jase was just a wittle eighth grader. Lance chuckled a bit.

He opened the book, and immediately, a familiar scrawl appeared.

Is there anybody there? Mom, Dad? Lance? Jenny?

Lance sniggered. What was this, Jase's diary? But why would a diary have the word death on the front? Maybe he's turning into one of those emo freaks. If this is the aisle he was lookin' in, it ain't too impossible.

Lance was just about to close the book, when more writing appeared right before his eyes. He blinked a few times, then read the handwriting which was now very angular and much sloppier.

YO! We be trapped in another dimension here! Please write somethin' in the fuckin' book before I go all magic and whoop yo ass!

Lance wasn't sure if it was the fact that the words just appeared, or that the ghetto slang just freaked him out, but he took a pen off of a nearby shelf and started writing.

OK! I'm writing, I'm writing!

Lance? Is that you?

Wait, isn't Lance you're older brother? I hear he's a douche.

I can hear you, smartass. Lance was a bit offended by this person's blatant abuse of him. But who was this guy?

You can't hear me, you can read what I write, dumbass. How do you live with this guy, Jason?

L, shut up. We need to discuss our problems before we start yelling at my douchey brother.

Hey!

Ok, here's the deal, we're stuck in another dimension. If you could just get this book to Rachel Simmons in 8th grade, class 5-B, then everything would be peachy.

Peachy? Dude, you're so gay.

I'm a chick. Once again, dumbass.

Stop it, you guys. And how will Rachel help? She's um . . . not the brightest.

Just because she doesn't get straight A's doesn't make her stupid. And besides, she could get my Death Note books together so we could figure out dates and times of deaths and how to prevent them. Also, she has a list of things to do to annoy L. I wanna try that out.

Wait, is L the serial killer?

No, B's the serial killer.

HOLD UP! My brother's in an alternate dimension with a psycho bitch, a serial killer, and you need Rachel Simmons to give you the death note. Oh, and we're talking through a magic book. FML.

Lance then bangedhis head on the shelf a few times, then scribbled all over the Note.

Hey hey, whoa whoa, hey. I'm not a psycho bitch. And props for spelling that right, Mr. Remedial English. Two, we already have the Death Note. Rachel needs to get this book so that she can read book 13 to me. Can you remember that, pea brain?

God help me. Those free samples at the cookie place must have been drugged.

Dude, I know it's hard to handle, but you need to trust L

It's Elle.

OK, Elle. You need to trust Elle and give the Note to Rachel. Elle knows a lot more about this place than we do, and if she says Rachel can help, than she can help us. Please man. We're in deep crap right now.

Dude, just say shit for once in your life.

He already did. You missed it. =P

Oh wow, now girly-ass emoticons. And I thought you were hardcore.

I can kill you right now. 40 seconds to heart attack.

Elle! Don't even joke about that! The Death Note is serious chiz!

So is squaids but I still joke about that.

What the fuck is squaids?

Squirrel Aids. Now get your ass moving. I need Rachel as soon as possible. Elle, out.

Lance, I swear she's not this weird in person. She just hates you. No offense, but she just does. I know the whole alternate dimension thing is weird, but just believe us on this & get to Rachel. Fast.

I got it lil' bro. Just don't let that chick give you squirrel aids or whatever the crap psycho bitches do. Oh, and don't die.

Thanks for the words of wisdom, O sensitive one.

Lance smiled, almost hearing his brother's words in his ear. Surprisingly, he believed the whole "alternate universe" thing quite easily. Maybe it was because of his secret interest in conspiracy theorists. Either way, Lance was on board with whatever shit storm was brewing for his little brother.

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"So, we're going to need a place to stay, preferably a house, numerous computers, drug dealer phones, two tickets on the next flight to LA, and a whole lotta cash we don't have," Elle mumbled.

"Actually, you have an account with $47,921 in it right now. I had both your bank accounts added together and transported to this world. That was hard, trust me," the shinigami muttered, floating near Jason as the trio walked down the streets of Tokyo.

"Would you mind telling us your name, it kinda bugs me," Jason asked, looking at the strange being. Elle realized that the shinigami never had told them his name. Elle had never really cared about names, because really, you didn't have to use them in a normal conversation. I have to start thinking about this sort of stuff more often, she thought.

"Neil," the thing answered. Jason and Elle burst into fits of laughter while Neil watched on with disdain.

"It's not my fault my name is so terrible. The king was feeling silly that day," Neil grumbled.

"Speaking of silly, I can't understand a word these people are saying. How are we gonna learn Japanese in like . . ." Elle did some mental math, which she wasn't very good at. "Four days? What, are we gonna listen to some sort of CD or something?"

"Yep. Actually, you will listen to a CD when you go to bed. My friends say it has some sort of magical quality that helps humans learn faster, but I don't really believe that. But it's all I have," Neil shrugged.

"Why did you say we had four days to learn Japanese? Shouldn't we learn, oh, I don't know, now?" Jason asked, still annoyed that he didn't know that much about Death Note and felt left out.

"No. First, we're going to LA," Elle said with a grin.