Ungracefully entering my house by closing the front door with a near slam, I dropped my unnecessarily heavy backpack beside the coffee table in the living room. Falling onto the couch, I debated whether I should watch a show to relax with after the busy, but boring, day of school that had seemed to drag on for more than one, or study for the test I had already forgotten the class it was on coming up at the end of the week before I took a much needed nap. I sighed and reached for my laptop inside my bag, deciding to watch one of the greats; Death Note.

'What a neat story to be in,' I thought, 'No more crappy work to do, aside from investigation work, but that was part of the fun, and mingling with the supernatural. It'd be so cool.'

"You think that would be 'cool'? Clichéd would be more like it. Kind of dangerous, even." A voice spoke from within the room, but without face to which it belonged. It seemed to be coming from everywhere at once, but mainly from above, bouncing off the walls in a low but deep bellow.

"AH!" I jumped, nearly dropping my computer, "What the hell?! Who's there?" My head whipped around the entire room, then at the ceiling; nothing.

"…A 'creator', you could say, for lack of a better title."

"A 'creator'? A creator of what?"

"…Words…?"

"What's that supposed to mean...?" I was caught off guard, but surprisingly able to speak with the slight tremble that now had a hold of me. This voice didn't feel like a threat, however, which gave me the courage to continue, "And what do you mean by 'clichéd'?"

"I'm saying that you wanting to go on a stupid adventure in an anime world is very clichéd. Haven't you read any fan-fiction?"

"Sure I have, but that still doesn't answer my first question…"

"How would you like to live in the Death Note world?"

"Oh, now I see how that would be- Wait, what?" My eyes widened as I tried to focus them in the direction of which I thought the voice was coming from.

"You heard me."

"Well…I guess it would be fun, but… I'd rather stick to imagining-" Before I could finish, I was cut off by the voice, now booming, "Then so be it!"

SMACK!

I found myself falling and rising up at the same time, wanting to throw up and hug a toilet for the rest of my life, when in an instant, I was lying on my back in green grass. I pulled myself up into a sitting position with a bit of a stuggle; the air around me became hard to breathe, as if my lungs were just pressed flat by a steam roller.

Taking in my surroundings, I noted that I was in the middle of a field. Ahead of me, there was a small playground where children were playing. Their bodies seemed slightly disproportionate. And in the distance, high above the sakura trees before me, there stood a tower; Tokyo Tower.

"Why the hell am I in...Japan?"

Standing up, huffing as I forced the wobble attempting to shake my knees back down out of my system, I tried to go over what was happening, 'I came home, I was sitting on my couch watching Death Note, and then that voice was talking to me… It was that voice. It sent me here! But where is "here," exactly?'

As impossible as it sounded, I was probably in the Death Note world. It would explain why the children looked as if they were drawn to life by Obata Takeshi, and why Tokyo Tower was standing tall right in front of me... But to think it was true would be crazy, right?

'It's the only plausible explanation…' I thought nervously, dusting off my back, 'I know I'm not dreaming... I've never hallucinated before and I don't think I'm sick…'

"Oh, this is real, all right," said the voice, once again invading my thoughts.

"I really am in the Death Note universe?"

"Yes. I thought you knew that by now."

"Well, it's not something that happens to me every day… When are you going to send me back?"

"Send you back? I'm not sending you anywhere."

"What?"

"You're going to have to find your own way out of here."

"Find my own way back? Why did you bring me here in the first place?!" I could almost feel an anime sweat drop forming on my cheek.

"I am 'A Creator of Words'. I don't need a reason for bringing you here. And I also don't see a reason for me to still be here talking with you."

"I don't like the sound of this…"

"I'll occasionally check up on you, see how you're doing, but you won't hear from me again for a long while."

"You're just leaving me here? How am I supposed to get back home?! You could at least give me a hint!" I yelled at the sky.

"I could, but I won't. Hints are for cheaters!" A strong gust of wind flew by, "See you, later," the Word Creator said, before the wind knocked me back on to the grass.

'Crap. What, now?' I was stuck in another dimension, or whatever this was; what was I going to do? 'Maybe I should get a motel room. There should be some place I can go. I don't want to sleep here…' I stood again, paused, then frantically jammed my hands into my pockets and pulled out my wallet.

'Still intact. It's a good thing I didn't leave it, but will I have to convert all of this into Yen?' Sighing, I prepared myself to put my Japanese lessons to the test as I walked towards the street and hailed a taxi.

How I was still managing to stay so calm about the entire situation was beyond me. I had just been flung into another universe, and I was worrying about my wallet.

'Just go with it. If I sit in that park and cry about how I'm never going to get back home, then I never will.

'That "Creator of Words" won't bring me back to the real world, so how am I, a regular human, supposed to get there myself?' I thought, sitting in the back of a cab now, 'From what I've gathered, the Word Creator is a mystical sort of being. It can read minds and travel through dimensions. A mystical being… The next thing I can think of that might help me here is…'

"Ryuk!" I shot a fist into the air, excitedly.

There was a long silence until the cab driver finally mumbled, "Um…?"

"Ahaha… You can stop here."

I paid and thanked the driver, who reluctantly took my foreign money, probably letting me go without question out of sympathy for a lost foreigner, and looked at where we had stopped. I was in the middle of downtown Tokyo.

'Okay, so I know who to look for now. I should find out at what in time of the anime I'm in. I'll still have to figure out how I'm going to convince Ryuk to help me. He hardly helps Light!' I took a breath, 'Relax. Just focus on figuring out the timeline. Maybe I can find a newspaper stand, or an internet café. See if people have already begun to recognize Kira.'

Walking along the pavement, I reached the corner of an intersection. Above the streets, giant television screens were broadcasting the Sakura TV channel and fast-food ads. I made my way through the crowds of people to the other side of the street, when the sound of a woman eating a "fabulous WacWhopper" faded into the noise of a bustling news room.

I turned around to see a man in a brown suit shuffle some papers on the largest screen, "We apologize for interrupting our regular programming. A live broadcast from the ICPO will now begin."

'The live L broadcast!' I walked past the people who were stopping to look up at Lind L. Taylor give his last speech.

'This is great! Well, besides Lind's death just now…' I held my hands behind my head, while I heard a sudden gagging noise behind me, followed by gasps and incredulous murmuring, 'So, I'm in episode 2, huh? That means Light should still be in high school and living with his family. All I have to do now is somehow find his address, and I'll be home free!'

I grinned, "Man, this is too easy!"

'Wait, why am I rushing things? If getting home might really be this easy, I should kick back and have some fun.' My grin turned into a full-blown smile, 'I could join Ryuk, and "observe" everyone. I'd watch the entire series unfold right before my eyes! It'd be so cool!'

My smile faded, 'But how would I do that? I can't just go up to all the characters and say, "Yeah, I'm not from this universe. In my world, you're from a cartoon and most of you here die throughout the series. Can I watch? That'd be sweet."'

I pouted. I guess I wouldn't be staying here for too long, after all, 'Whatever, I have to go home, anyway. I need to be studying and working, not becoming a prime suspect in some fantasy world, murder investigation.' I slowed my steps, '…Investigation? Wait, that's it. I can join the Kira Investigation Task Force!'

I gave another silent fist-pump, 'Yes! This is going to be awesome! But I need to focus,' I straightened myself, 'I need to meet with someone from the force first. Ask them if L would let me join his team. I should probably go to the Task Force HQ, then, instead of directly meeting with Light. If I go to him, he'll know my secret and-'

"Oh, I have a secret now. That's neat," I thought aloud, happily, "No, two, actually. I have to hide my name... I'll come up with an alias later."

I shook my head, forcing my thoughts to slow down and stay on task, 'If I go to Light first, I'd have to tell him my secret, so I could speak to Ryuk about taking me back home. But that could complicate things later, knowing Light. However, if I go to the Task Force, I wouldn't tell them nor Light where I'm from and I'd eventually get to talk to Ryuk in the second season, after I've had my fun.

'The second season… Between the first and second season of Death Note, there is a 6 year time-skip… Well, damn it! That ruins any hopes I had of staying in this stupid place. I'm not going to live six years of my life here,' I grunted, 'I'm going to stick with my original plan: find Light and get Ryuk to take me home. Simple enough.'

"It's too simple if you ask me." The Word Creator said.

I froze, nearly colliding with the people in back of me, 'Every damn time…' Feeling my heartbeat slow down as I surveyed the street for an alley, I dove into the nearest one.

"I thought you weren't going to talk to me for a 'long while'," I said, crossing my arms.

"I can't just stand by and watch you finish this so quickly."

'So, Ryuk can help me…' I thought, before saying, "You want me to stay here?"

"Not forever, but the longer before you leave; the better. It's interesting that way."

"What was so urgent that you needed to come back and tell me about?"

"You won't age here."

"…I won't age?" I blinked, unfolding my arms.

"Yes. And that 6 year time-skip? When you sleep on the night of L's funeral, you'll wake up to the second season."

"Really? That's a little creepy, but it makes sense."

"Yes, really."

"…I guess you're going to magically disappear again, now?"

"When have I ever appeared?"

I felt another wind go by, this one almost slamming me into the brick wall of the building behind me. 'That freaking gust… I'm going to have to find a motel room, soon. Then, if the Word Creator's not lying, tomorrow I'll find the NPA's head quarters.'

I put my hands in my pockets and stepped out of the alleyway, continuing down the sidewalk, until I finally came across a small hotel that looked pretty affordable, 'Well, this is a good start. And now I finally have somewhere to sleep.'

Author's Note:

I had doubts about writing this, because I dislike these kinds of stories (the ones where the author puts in an "OC" when it's more of a self-insert) and I didn't really think this through. I thought it was a good idea and decided "to hell with it, I'm going to write one," because this story is going to be about what I think would really happen if someone were put into the Death Note world. Plus gags.

The character I came up with for this story isn't a serious one (one without a thought-out back story, etc.), even though it is the main character, but you get the idea. I'll probably come up with one as I keep writing.

And are the italics bothering anyone? Just let me know. Next chapter, some actual Death Note characters will be making their appearances. Shocker L hasn't shown up shirtless yet. HA- And if any of you have watched the anime, InuYasha, you'll probably remember where "WacDonald's" is from. Haha, thanks for reading! And constructive criticism is always appreciated.