Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note.
Write
It was then that I finally realized from the moment the magic of childhood faded, I'd been sleepwalking through my entire life. Nothing ever changed. I'd wake up, get dressed, eat breakfast, go to school, learn nothing, come home, do homework, eat dinner, study and sleep again to repeat it the next day, always barely aware of what I was doing as the world around me went through the process of decay that only ever got faster.
Disgusting people became only more disgusting, and the great slowly made their ways to disgusting as well. People were beginning to forget why they were here, to forget their purpose and their duties besides continuing a line of idiots because we're afraid to die.
(Man were once giants with giant footprints to fill. Each generation is subtly smaller than the last.)
And we began to wonder if existence for the sake of existence was existence at all. Some could not bear the idea. Some pretended they didn't care if life had no meaning. Others forgot about it. And others yet thought if they waited long enough, the world would change.
Ryuk may have said it was complete chance that I was gazing out the window when the Note fell. I find it difficult to believe in chance anymore, only plans so elaborate they can make things appear to be coincidence.
Touching the Death Note was nothing grand. There was no electric surge to warn me that it was not a regular notebook I was about to possess, but an artifact trembling with power that maybe I couldn't hold a long time ago, but would have to learn and master now.
And I did.
With strokes of pen against paper, I changed the world.
("How does someone change the world?"
"No one can change the world by themselves."
"Alright, but what is a start?"
"Many people write, Light. Writing can be very influential.")
It was a thrill, a moment of brilliace with every name I wrote. And then it was just life.
I would stare at my hands for a long time and despise the way they looked. Not stained with blood or even ink.
A/N: Ah, a guilt/boredom fic. Very original. I'm sorry for the sloppy beginning, I need to work on those.