Sense and Responsibilities

by MoonoLander

Moon Watanabe is at the age where it seems as if nothing is going right. Not only has she been cursed with a talent she never wanted but the entrance of Kira into the world just made her life that much harder. When the dead come knocking will she answer? "That my samurai friend, is a question for the birds. I will only know when it happens." Give it a chance :)

1. I See Dead People

So my first Story on FanFiction

Please Forgive any mistakes and I'm not Genius enough to even own Death Note.

I don't Own It just my Oc's

Prologue : I See Dead People

The dead tell no lies, more like they can't tell lies, only half truths, if they're clever enough. I've learned this little detail through trial and error. I at one point in my childhood imagined I was someone akin to the Young Nancy Drew or even a female Sherlock Holmes with her trusted friend Dr. Watson, who was actually my most treasured stuffed rabbit. I would always go sleuthing around the neighborhood looking for a puzzle that need to be solved or even a crime. It was at the age of four that I saw my first Ghost or otherworldly guest as I like to call them. I didn't know what It was at the time, I thought it was just another 'human' but I realized I was wrong two years later when I was berated by my older brother.

The first time when truth set in was when I was six. My brothers and I were walking back from school. I saw a man sitting in an alleyway staring out at God knows only what. I stopped and asked him what was wrong. He had flinched at my voice and stared at me like I had two heads. I pointed him out to my two brothers but the oldest Akihito told me to stop telling lies and that I was far past the age for imaginary friends. It was at this point that the man smirked at me with smugness. As my brothers continued to walk I asked the man why my brothers couldn't see him. And do you know what he told me? He told me that they did not want to see him. That they were afraid to "open their eyes". I asked him if he was a ghost but he told me he was just as alive as any other person walking out on the streets. He then proceeded to tell me I was different and I believed him.

I was foolish to believe his nonsense but he did tell one true truth. I was different but I wish it wasn't so. I wish I was normal and like any other teen, living in ignorant bliss. The dead talk far more than even the living and I don't consider myself that social to begin with. But for some reason I seem to attract dead people like Hideki Ryuuga seems to attract rabid female fans.

Its not pretty, especially when one tries to give the impression of being a normal student. It's really hard to get the poor suckers to shut up when they notice someone can actually see them and understand what they're saying. But the funny thing is, the people who I wouldn't mind seeing most in the world refuse to appear before me. I've looked and have yet to find them and that's only if they've chosen to stay around. But that is a discussion fit for another time.

So now you know. I see dead people and I'm not proud of it.