Being a high school senior with full loads of class and homework wasn't easy for most students. Light Yagami, however, was not one of these students. He rarely struggled to comprehend or complete his work, and, more often than he liked it, he was stuck tutoring his fellow classmates.

Yet another day of school was over, and our friend Light was awalkin' home. He usually paid little attention to the scenery around him, but today he decided to take a closer look at it. To his left was a brick wall. It stood tall above the young man's head and it stretched several meters in front of and behind him. Though he wasn't sure what was on the other side of it, he noticed that it was well-maintained. The deep magenta eccues, which were obviously in full bloom, overflowed from their home on the frame of the sidewalk and spilled onto the concrete. As he neared a particularly overgrown patch, he noticed the petals, numerous yet delicate, dancing gently in the cool spring breeze. He found himself almost entranced by their simple movements, so much to the point where he almost forgot to stop and look both ways before crossing the street.

He took a deep breath as he tried to recollect himself and continued his journey home. The infinite cerulean sky was especially beautiful today, but Light would never say that aloud. He soon found himself stopping before a safety bar as the train zoomed past him. The tracks rattled far more than normal train tracks did, making him wonder if and when the train would eventually derail.

Before he knew it, Light was entering his home. Here, he was welcomed by a hyper sister and smiling mother, both of which he dismissed as he retreated into his bedroom. He set his bookbag beside his desk and sat down in his comfortable swivel chair. The brunette then opened up a drawer and, after confirming that he was not being watched or eavesdropped on, retrieved a black notebook with the words 'Death Note' inscribed on its leather cover. He flipped the switch on his television (luckily for him it was already on the news channel) and patiently waited for the crime segment to come on.

He leaned back in his chair while twirling his pen between his fingers. Ah, nothing unwound Light's nerves more than secretly murdering criminals with his Death Note.

But was it really considered murder? Light seldom asked himself this. He knew he wasn't actually committing any murders; he was simply cleansing the world of its filth. Yes, that's right! He'd even seen the beauty of the world with his own eyes: the sky, the flowers...even the man-made things like the wall and the train! None of these purities deserved to be marred, and Light knew he was the only man who had the power to exterminate the scum that unfortunately plagued this planet.

His thoughts were cut off by the transition into the crime segment. As the names and descriptions of the criminals and their various offenses to society flashed on the screen, he neatly wrote their names between the lines of the book.

"Whatcha doin', Light?" Ryuk inquired. The brunette could see the shinigami stuffing his mouth with apples out of the corner of his eye.

He didn't bother looking back when he replied, "Working."

Light wasn't thinking about anything in particular at this point. His thumb moved beneath the corner of the page he had just filled up and prepared to flip it when he suddenly stopped. The pen slipped from between his fingers and fell onto the desk. He swiveled slightly in his chair.

"So...what happens when I run out of pages in the Death Note?"

A/N: Yo this is the first Death Note thing I've ever written so that might be why it's so bleh. Reviews are pretty helpful. Go ahead and leave one.