An Alternate Death Note

So, Light Yagami is a girl in this and her attitude is a bit different tham the canom Light. Basically this is is my take on DN with a little gender-bending! Hopefully it's dark enough for you all. Enjoy.

PS - I think that Kurisu (from Steins Gate) is an almost perfect (physical) version of a genderbent Light! Google her if you don't know what I'm talking about.

Light Yagami flipped a lock of her long brown hair over her shoulder as she stared boredly out the window of the classroom. Her usually perfect posture slouched, head propped in hand as she let her nearly machine-like mind wander.

Pointless, a complete waste of time. She hated how these people all struggled so hard to be better than the next when she barely had to try at all. Days like today she wanted to escape her mundane reality. She wanted to watch the world burn, after all, what was the point?

"Yagami-san. Please, solve this equation." The middle aged teacher spoke, gesturing towards the blackboard at the front of the class.

Light stood and made her way to the front of the class. She could feel the eyes of a few of her male classmates focusing on her butt as she walked. Fools.

She grasped a piece of chalk and made quick work of the problem, then turned sharply to face the instructor.

"Very good Yagami-san! You may return to your seat."

Light nodded and as she made her way back, the bell sounded.

"Alright then, class is dismissed."

She ignored the sudden bustle and chatter of her classmates a everyone began gathering their things and heading out. What she wouldn't give for a little stimulation. Change, excitement, anything.

It was warm out, a slight breeze causing the branches of trees to wave gently. Clear skies, the call of various local birds chirping. Beautiful really, so when something dark flitted past the end of her peripheral vision, Light paused. There was a distinct, soft thud as something hit the ground. Perhaps it was the sheer oddity of the thing, maybe it was her overwhelming sense of boredom; whatever it was Light was compelled to turn and walk over to the dark object lying in the grass. "Death Note...?"

She crouched and picked it up with one hand, eyeing it warily. What an odd notebook, looks like something one of those 'goth' students would carry around. She looked around. There was no one anywhere near her, no one that could have dropped the notebook anyway. So, where did it come from?

Curious creature that she was, she took one final glance around then slipped the strange notebook into her bag. She'd check it out when she was in the privacy of her own bedroom. If nothing else, it'd prove a momentary distraction.

"Mom! I'm home!" She slipped off her shoes and walked up the steps in her black stalking clad feet going straight to her bedroom.

Her mother's call of, "Welcome home Sweetie." was muffled as Light closed and locked her bedroom door behind her. She pulled out the Death Note and dropped her bag to the floor, strangely excited to look at the thing more closely.

"I must be out of my mind..." Light muttered to herself as she read the 'instructions' in the weird notebook. She was tempted to try it and pulled out a pen to write a random acquaintances name but the paused. Perhaps she shouldn't put down just anyone, on the off chance that it actually killed someone.

That's when the news report caught her attention. There was a man holding a bunch of young school children hostage in a building. Hm, what a loser, the world could definitely do without him around... wait...

The newscaster just announced the suspects name and photo and Light's eyes widened. This was her chance to test out this strange notebook. Here goes nothing. She quickly jotted down the mans name while concentrating on the image of his face displayed on her television screen.

Moments passed, longer than what the instructions mentioned and Light frowned. Of course it didn't work. How stupid, I must be desperate...

She picked up the remote to shut off the broadcast but froze as the newscaster shouted excitedly, "The hostages are coming out!"

Light's eyes grew wider as she stared dumbly at the TV, hearing the suspect was found dead, collapsed suddenly.

"No way... it couldn't possibly be..." She eyed the Death Note with uncertainty. No way. I have to find a better way to test this out. This has to be a coincidence.

That very same night Light was walking home from her cram school. It was something her parents expected their brilliant, perfect daughter to do. She was one of the brightest students her age in the country, there was no way they'd expect anything less. Of course, Light's mind was more preoccupied by the notebook tucked safely in her bag, not at all paying attention to her surroundings.

"Hey there girlie, why're you in such a hurry?" Light ignored the crude stare of a man leering at her as she passed and walked a bit more quickly. She wasn't stupid, it was clear what the creep wanted and she knew her slight size wouldn't fair well against him in a struggle. Damn her distracted mind, if she'd been paying attention she would have crossed the street before passing the grungy looking man.

"Hey! I'm talking to ya sweetheart! Come back here!" Light gasped, his voice was way too close, she thought she'd managed to put more distance between herself and this creep. Before she could sprint away, he'd grabbed her arm and forced her to spin around, facing him.

"Have a little respect will ya? I'm Takuo Shibuimaru. Why don't you come have some fun with me?" His foul, hot breath puffing in her face made her stomach turn as she tried to wrench her arm way from his vice-like grip.

"Let go!" she shouted angrily. Her heart was pounding, this was bad, he'd managed to corner her in a dark ally. How cliche and absolutely inconvenient. Her mind was working rapidly trying to find a way out of this situation.

"Haha, I don't think so. How about we see what's under that cute little skirt?" His one hand twisted her captive arm harder, making Light wince as his other came up to grasp her thigh, hand rising to the edge of her skirt.

Light panicked, "NO!" and kneed him in the stomach which distracted him enough for her to pull her arm free and make a run for it. His hand shot out, grabbing the edge of her jacket but she swung her leg back, kicking his elbow hard before she sprinted away.

Heart hammering in her chest she fished out the Death Note as she ran, scribbling a few different spellings of his name and 'accidental death'. His footsteps pounded close behind.

Please work, please work, please work! Light tripped, crossing the street and her pencil went flying.

There was a screeching of tires and a couple of loud thuds. Light looked on, both relieved and horrified, from her position on the sidewalk as the blood spread out on the pavement where her attacker had been hit by an oncoming vehicle. The driver was getting out of his car and several people started to gather. Light scrambled to her feet and shoved the Death Note back in her bag with shaking hands. It works, it actually works. Heart still pounding she took off from the scene.