Okay, so this is the first story I've put on fanfiction in a really long time. Feel free to give me constructive criticism or praise or whatever you feel I need to hear. Please enjoy! :)

Chapter one - Name

Light Yagami, the most intelligent student at his high school, sat at his desk, his chin resting on his palm as he looked out the window next to him. Judging from the look on his face, anyone could guess that he was downright bored.

Completely ignoring his teacher's on-going lecture, he narrowed his cat-like eyes, feeling another pair on his back. Light glanced over his shoulder to see her, that girl, just staring at him again. He quickly turned his attention back to the teacher, his auburn eyes still glaring.

Hitomi Watanabe. What had he ever done to make her obsess over him like that? Alright, so it wasn't obsessing, but nevertheless, it was irritating to see her all over school, just staring at him like no one's business. Light sighed. Just because he was popular and intelligent didn't mean that she had the right to follow him wherever he went.

He glanced out the window again, cheek on palm, when the teacher cleared her throat: an attempt to bring her students back into the physical world.

"I have an announcement," she said, her monotone lecture voice replaced by a high-pitched, cheerful one. "I know it's only three weeks until graduation, but we have a new student." She smiled at the seemingly dead room of teenagers. "Her name is Hikaru Michiyuki, and she's from the city of Chicago in the United States--"

Light tuned out again to contemplate this. This girl, Hikaru Michiyuki, was from the U.S.? That didn't make sense. She had a Japanese name, but was coming from America. Well, there was a possibility of her living in Japan previously, or adoption. He narrowed his eyes in thought; he'd just have to see her to get a clearer answer.

As if on cue, a small girl walked in, donning the school uniform and looking quite nice in it. Her raven-coloured hair draped over her shoulders--Light guessed that the full length was about mid-back--and she scanned the room with her ocean-blue eyes as she walked. She reached the teacher and turned to face the class, bowing so that all her hair fell over her shoulders. "Hello, my name is Hikaru Michiyuki. It's very nice to meet you."

Light stared at her. This girl was not Japanese. He kept his eyes on her as he thought about his options. He knew that Hikaru couldn't be her real name...though she was speaking perfect Japanese. Had she heard about the Kira case and was using a fake name to protect herself? That was possible. Light smirked to himself, shaking his head a bit. Unless she was an ex-con from America, Kira wouldn't be killing her anytime soon. And even then, her real name would be broad casted instead of this one.

One of his classmates raised his hand, signifying that he had a question. "You're form the U.S., right?" he asked, keeping his arm in the air as he spoke. "Why do you have a Japanese name?"

Hikaru gave him a small smile, rocking back and forth on her heels. "Well, when we moved, my dad thought that changing all of our names would be a good adjustment for me, so I could fit in better."

Light narrowed his eyes again. That seemed like a good enough answer; it was definitely believable. But there was obviously something else to that story...

The teacher searched the room for an empty desk and glanced at Hikaru. "Michiyuki-san, why don't you sit next to Watanabe-san?" she said, pointing to the vacant seat next to Hitomi Watanabe.

Hikaru nodded and headed to said desk, passing by Light as she went. Her eyes locked with his, and he cracked a small smile at her. She smiled back, but hers was a friendly one that disappeared as Light whispered one word:

"Kira."