Hello everyone and thanks for clicking on my story! I am sure it was because of my sparkling summary. Honestly, I am writing this story purely for my own entertainment and you should't bother reading it, but you do whatever you want.

Just a quick note, Elle is not supposed to be me, she is just a character that I made up.

Disclaimer: I do not in any way, shape, or form own Death Note. Though I don't think anyone ever thought I did.

Chapter 1: Superfan

I sprawled out on my bed, staring at the shadows thrown across the ceiling. My homework lay scattered across the floor. I lazily rolled onto my stomach when I heard the front door open, a voice called up the stairs, my mom, "Ella! I am going to the grocery store, be back in half an hour, 'kay?"

"Yeah, fine!" I hollered back, twisting a strand of my messy brown hair around my finger. When I heard the door slam shut I pulled my laptop towards me and logged on, absently browsing my favorite sites and putting on some music.

I paused in my scrolling, closed my eyes and enjoyed the music. The frantic beat hesitated for a split second before it plunged into a heavy bass drop, vibrating through the air from the subwoofer in the corner of my room.

"Knock, knock, you weirdo," said my sister from outside my door. I sighed and turned down the volume.

"Ya' need something Cass?" I asked. She opened the door and stepped in. My sister is two years younger than me, fourteen.

She brushed her long, silky brown hair behind her ear, "Dude, I can't find the freaking Advil."

I raised an eyebrow at her, "And you, what, want me to look for it?"

She just about rolled her eyes, but seemed to think better of it, "Uh, yeah, if you could… please."

"Fine," I grumbled, pausing the music and getting up. I walked past her and into the hall, music trickled from her room to. I wrinkled my nose in distaste at the upbeat breathy female singing about true love, "You need better music taste, dear sister."

"No, you do," she said, annoyed, following after me. "There isn't even a melody to the music you listen to."

"If my music has to have a melody then your music has to have some bass, I mean, really," I drawled scornfully.

She just sniffed primly, "At least I have had my first kiss."

Blood rushed to my cheeks, "What does that have to do with anything."

"Well," she began, and though my back was to her, I could just hear the smirk on her face, "Maybe if you listened to more beautiful… feminine music, you would have ended up with more femininity yourself."

I spun around to face her, her prefect rosebud lips were curled up in a little smile at having thrown me off so much, "Find your own dam Advil, ya little brat." I growled at her.

"But Elle! I'm having cramps!"

"Too bad, princess, "I snapped and went to the nearest room, slamming the door closed behind me, not even really caring that it was not my room.

Here I was at sixteen, and my fourteen year old sister had more curves than me, and she knew it. "At least I won't have an STD by the time I am eighteen," I spat, as if my sister could still hear me.

I flipped the light on; I was in my mom's room. The walls and carpet were a pale green; papers were piled on her desk- the novel she was writing. I frowned, what was I supposed to do in here? I couldn't go back to my room yet, I would have to walk past Cass, and she would for sure be laughing at me.

With a sigh I shuffled over to the dresser and opened the jewelry box sitting in top. I sifted through the glittering necklaces, lifting them up so that the light glittered off of the gems, though whether they were real or fake I had no idea. Once that had lost interest I went to investigate the closet, hey, I am nosy, nothing wrong with that… right?

I pulled open the closet door… clothes, duh, and shoes. I absently flipped through the fancier dresses towards the back when something caught my eye, a large, battered cardboard box. I kneeled down and pulled it open. Inside was… a bunch of books? I picked up one, "Death Note Volume 1" read the front. Huh. I set it on the floor next to me and poked through the rest of the series before finding a binder.

"Death Note 3" read the paper in the front of the binder; I furrowed my eyebrows as I flipped it open. One tap was labeled' Fanart 'another was 'Fanfiction'. Was Death Note some sort of Anime?

I snorted, "Mom was a weeb." I set the fan binder aside and continued to look through the box. It appeared to just be more anime books… what were those called, magna or something? Just as I was about to put the books back something at the bottom of the box caught my eyes, a flash drive? Wow, people haven't used those things in ages. As I picked it up I head the front door slam. My eyes widened in horror. I shoved the stuff back in the box, leaving out the flash drive and the first book of the series. I grabbed those two things and bolted out of the room, down the hallway and into my room, my heart hammering.

"Cass, Elle! I'm home!" Mom's voice rang through the house.

"Okay!" I shouted. Then I locked the door and sat down on my bed. I set the book on my lap. Oh! Manga! That is what anime books are called. I grinned to myself, and then my grin faded, not sure if knowing that was something to be proud of.

I scooted over to my laptop and exited out of all the tabs, then I plugged in the flash drive. I drummed my fingers on my thigh impatiently as I waited for the file to open up. It was probably just some bad fanfiction Mom had written… I was torn between gagging and giggling at the thought of my mother writing some steamy, gay romance. Hey, I have been on the internet enough to know what kind of stuff fanfiction is.

But when the file opened up it wasn't a word document at all. "Character Creation" read the title on the screen, below it was a male and a female anime body template.

Well… this was unexpected, I shrugged and clicked female. Then I was supposed to pick hair and eye color, as well as any special features I wanted. Umm… purple hair, gold eyes, and cat ears, why not? Then I clicked CONTINUE but a message popped up on my screen.

Don't be a Mary-Sue, Jesus

"What the hell is a Mary-Sue?" I pulled up an internet tab.

"A female fanfiction character who is so perfect as to be annoying." –Urban Dictionary

"Oh…" I frown, "What makes this character creator think my character is supposed to be perfect?" With a sigh I went back and began reselecting what I wanted. My mouse hovered over brown hair, my natural hair color, what could be wrong with that… it was so boring though. Hoping it wouldn't be a problem with whatever the crap this program was that I was using, I instead selected black hair. I also picked my natural eye color, dark gray-blue, and I left the cat ears though, a little bit out of spite because of my rejected original design.

"Fingers crossed," I whispered, and clicked CONTINUE. A message popped up again.

Whatever,

Good enough.

I was getting sassed by a freaking computer, okay then… Actually, if I thought about it, I was being indirectly sassed by my mother. Not much new there, to be honest.

Suddenly the screen of my computer flashed a blinding neon blue color. I flinched away from the computer with a yelp of surprise. My eyes blinking rapidly against the momentary blindness, "Probably have some sort of freaky virus now", I muttered and put a hand beside me on the bed to steady myself.

I opened my eyes… I was no longer in my room. I was in a hotel room; Beige walls, carpet, and curtains. I was sitting on the bed, my computer and the book still in my lap. I sat there frozen for a moment. I sat my computer on the bed and got up shakily, walking over to the window. I yanked open the curtains and my mouth dropped open. Towering buildings of glass loomed up to the sky, the sidewalk below was packed with dark haired people, cars and bikes clogged up the road, all of the signs were in another language, Chinese or Japanese I guessed. "Umm…" was my initial intelligent response.

I took a deep breath, closing my eyes in an attempt to center myself, "Where the hell am I?"

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