(Okay, I'll just explain now: these ANs are written BEFORE I post, since this story is pre-written. Got it? Good.)

*Clears Throat*

Okay, before you read this, I'd like you to be aware that as of January the 31st (aka today) I have only watched the first three episodes. Although I do know Light dies. But that's about it.

But... I'm going to do this anyway.

This whole sha-bang started when I was in about 10th grade, I think. I had just moved to Japan to live with my uncle Marcus a few days ago, and I already hated it here. No, I'm not saying Japan was a bad place to live or anything. The opposite. I mean, gosh, it was beautiful there. But me? I probably wouldn't like it anywhere I went. I wouldn't be happy anywhere. And as crazy as I might sound for saying this, I missed America, if ever so slightly. Maybe I have Stockholm Syndrome or something...

` Nah.

"Ci?" uncle Marcus called, knocking on my bedroom door. I jumped slightly.

"Um... don't come in please! I'm not decent!" I lied. Heck, as much as he was equal to a saviour figure at the moment, there was no way in shell that I was letting him into my room... even if he was the one who had provided it for me.

"Oh... okay then," he said awkwardly. "I just was going to remind you that you start school today."

I swung the door open. "WHAT!?" The last thing I wanted to do was go to another 'prison'.

"C'mon, Ci, it'll be a great opportunity to make friends. You can't avoid it forever."

I closed my door. "I can certainly try."

"It's not exactly a choice..."

"But I CAN'T! It's different here! I won't even be able to understand a word they're saying!" I pouted.

"Look, I'm sorry. It's out of my hands."

With a small sigh of defeat, I pulled my hair into a sloppy ponytail and grabbed the new book-bag uncle Marcus had gotten me. Welcome to the first day of hell, Japan style.

I heard the teacher say something about 'seats' as soon as I got in the room. What about them? I decided he said 'take your seats', so I sat in one near a blonde haired boy who was semi-cute. I gave a small wave, not knowing if he could understand English. I grabbed a piece of paper from my notebook and wrote my name, then pointed at myself.

The boy smiled slightly. "Relax. I speak English."

I leaned back into the chair. "Okay, that's quite a relief. I'm new here, and don't know much Japanese so-"

I was cut off by the teacher taking attendance. Damn you, teacher!

"Ciana Lewis?" My name rolled off his tongue like something foreign, which is understandable, but it didn't change the fact that it made me feel like even more of an outsider. I raised my had slightly.

"Ciana..." the boy observed. "That's a nice name."

"Um... thanks, I guess."

The teacher finished taking attendance and the lesson began, although I looked out the window most of the time. All the little animals were out. I wished I could join them. If I was a squirrel, life would be so much simpler. Squirrels didn't have to go to school!

Lucky squirrels.

"So why is your hair purple?" the boy asked me after school.

I screwed up my face. "Why isn't your hair purple?"

He was silent.

"Uh-huh. Exactly." I turned around and walked backwards, just for the heck of it. "You know, maybe I'll come into your house at night while you're sleeping and dye it purple..." He glared at me. "Jeez, I was kidding! Lighten up! I've got better things to do than break into someone's house."

"You know, you might walk into a tree if you keep doing that," he said.

"And...?"

"And... it would hurt."

"Believe me, I've had more hurt than running into a tree, boy."

He got this curious look on his face. "Like what?"

"You know what, enough about me. You haven't even told me your name yet."

He paused. "Light." And with that, he walked briskly in another direction, muttering something over his shoulder.

What the heck was that about?

L.Y. POV

I tapped my fingers on my desk, thinking. "What did she mean by that?" I wondered. More hurt than running into a tree... It could be as simple as a broken arm, or... much more.

"You're thinking about that girl from earlier, aren't you?" Ryuk said from behind me. It can get really annoying having him follow me 24/7.

"So what if I was?" I retorted.

"She ain't worth any time," he scoffed.

"She is, though," I replied. "She's... different from the others... somehow."

"Eh, I don't really see it."

I ignored his remark and went back to writing names down in the death note. My task cannot be stopped by some girl I barely know, now can it?

But maybe it can...?

"Ryuk...?"

"Yeah?"

"You talked about how you could tell a person's name and life span just by looking at them. Is that the only thing you can do? Or can you also tell certain things about them?"

"No."

"Oh." There goes my idea.

C.L. POV

I suppose every story must have a scene and a setting, so let me set the scene for you. I was sitting at my desk, in my room; head in my hands. Honestly, for a person like me, who has tried learning several languages that at one point I had become obsessed with for one reason or another and yet failed (miserably, might I and) at trying to learn them.

To put this simply, trying to learn Japanese was very frustrating.

I groaned. "Ugh! I give up!" I said to no one in particular. Maybe I was talking to my squirrel friends outside :) Yeah... no. "Okay, radio time, because I'm bored." I grabbed my radio and put in the custom CD one of my friends had given me. I smiled when one of my favourite songs came on.

"I heard you were back in town. I heard you would come around. Tryin' to get off the ground. And every road you look down. I walk down your street. Still feel the old heat. If you're burning on empty, I'll be holding a golden ring."

"Cause HEY, HEY! They don't know you like I do! I'd wait for the whole world to show you! Baby we're not, we're not that gone!"

"Do you ever think about me? Do you ever call my name? Ask me now I'll give you the reasons my love will not fade through the fire and rain! The fire and rain!"

I heard a knock on my door. "Ciana? Can you keep it down in there?" uncle Marcus asked me.

I jumped up off of my swirly chair and turned the volume down on the radio. "Sorry!"

"It's fine," he replied.

I layed on my bed a while just listening to the song until the next one came on. And the next one, and then next one, and so on.

"Losing my control. Here it is the day I have to go. Just sit beside me, I can't let this show. How sick I feel to leave you so alone. God, I'm terrified. We've lost respect for decency. When no one could turn our world into an ant pile. We run in circles, no direction do I see. The dust has blinded you, the dust has blinded me.

"I kissed her on the cheek, and then I waved goodbye. She had the saddest look I've seen in years, a kangaroo cry. A warm pathetic ocean flow we have to live by. We have to live by. Because we have to live.

"And you choose to break our families. Tell me you've used all precautions know. And I'll stand by the ones who stood alone. How long will we have to sing before you finally bring our sons, our daughters home? We'll let the prayers start healing what times been stealing."

I nuzzled into the blankets of my bed as I drifted slowly off to sleep.

Maybe Japan wouldn't be so bad after all.

So guys? What did you think?

Anyway, if there is an mistakes I will fix them as I know more.

To be honest, I only decided on doing a Light story because:

1.)He has a similar mindset to me, at least at the beginning of episode 1.

2.)L's hair scares me. Not kidding. It's freaky looking.