Fifteen year old Nami is forced to live with her mom's brother Matsuda in Japan. She hates this arrangement with every fiber of her being, but once in Japan for a while she learns of a mysterious person called Kira who seems to be killing for the good of mankind or so it says.
But then in only a few years, Kira disappears like he never once existed. But even still her goal to uncover the truth behind Kira still stands. Now with a trusty new tool by her side, Nami feels she has and even better chance of answering all her questions.
Disclaimer: *I don't own Death Note*...if I did Matt and mello would've had more screentime...
"Remind me why I'm doing this?"
"Nami, I cannot cart you around the world. I'm sorry, but I just can't keep up with my job and home school you at the same time." The girl, a.k.a. me, Nami rolls her eyes, her head hanging down so her mother does not see.
"But Japan…why Japan? Don't we have any family here in the states? Why do I have to go to another country!" Nami is outraged, but nothing I say seems to make my mother change her mind.
"Look honey, you're going to be staying with my brother. He won't be home much so it's not like you'll have to see him. You'll exchange morning grunts hello and then go to school. I've heard his work has kept him lat now, so you probably wont even see him. It's not like you have anything tying you down here."
Unfortunately my mother is right. I don't have any friends, boyfriend, close family members, pets, nothing keeping me here in Seattle. I lead a sad, sad existence.
Mom hands me my tickets as we prepare to board the plane. She's only coming with me because her next "assignment", as she puts it, is in Tokyo. I don't really know what my mother does…but it pays well and has her out of the house. And recently I've had to tag along. Which has its positives…but mostly it's negatives.
We board the plane and for what seems like days later, we arrive in Japan, a.k.a. the strange alien planet I am now living in. And the planet gets stranger and grosser when I enter the two-bedroom apartment my 'uncle' and I shall be sharing. The reason for the quotes around uncle is because I pretty much know nothing about my mom's brother. He stands in the middle of the living room picking up forgotten trash as we walk in. The dude is wearing a suit and probably should already be at work…but he's not.
"Hello Matsuda." My mom says giving him a quick hug. "Thanks for doing this. Oh, and here's Nami. Nami this is my little brother Matsuda."
"Hello, Nami nice to meet you." He says this all cheery and holds out his hand as if I'm a little girl. But little does this egghead know that I'm fifteen. But I see my mom's look and the faster I comply the faster she leaves. So I shake and say 'Hi' at an audible level.
"Right, well then I have to run. Be nice to your uncle Nami." Mom says. She hugs her brother once more and leaves. Queue awkward silence.
"Okay look, 'uncle', I'm not four and I can take care of myself. So just keep the fridge stocked, the water running and the TV working and I'll be fine. As long as that happens you can go about this job of yours like I never existed. And I want it to be like I don't exist, got it?" He grew this weird expression on hi face, but that's how it's worked.
For years I suppose I was Matsuda's unknown niece. Like super non-existent. He didn't tell anyone about me and I didn't tell anyone about him. I ended up being the same friendless weirdo I was back in the states, which from one look at this guy made me think it was a family trait.
But this isn't the real story. The real story starts now. I guess it began when I figured out about this little thing called Kira. Apparently he was some big murder/savior depending on how you looked at the situation. I don't know, I guess I became obsessed figuring out the mystery that was Kira. Now he ceases to exist. But I still want to know why, how, and who he was. And I have just the note to find out.