You know the Death Note fanfiction cliché where a Death Note fangirl (usually white) with a shitty life enters the Death Note universe after an accident and fucks up the plot? They also usually obtain some power that would help them in the Death Note universe, they save L, know all about the Kira case and make both L and Light fall in love with them. Well, this OC's still going to be in an accident and then fuck up the plot of Death Note, but in this story, the OC is male, has an enviable life (Star Quarterback on the High School football team, has good grades, is smart, has a kind and loving family, is popular, etc...), is not white, and...wait for it...he has no idea what the hell 'Death Note' even is, or what it's even about! He has no previous interest in going to Japan in the first place, and the closest thing to anime that he watches is Family Guy and Pokémon. Hope you like it, please review, and- I love you guys!

- Epic-chan

Hello! I guess I'd better introduce myself, then! I dunno, I'm not too great at Language Arts or anything...never have been, never will...but I'll do my best, K? My name is Gabriel Lee-Howard, I live in Seattle, Washington, but I was born in Chicago, Illinois and lived in Texas from when I was 10 until I was 13. I am 16 years old, in my sophomore year in high school (10th grade to the people in other countries), the Star Quarterback of my High School football team, and I'm fairly popular, if I do say so myself. I have a 24 year old older brother who's...as we in the team like to call them, a total weeaboo. He wants to go to Japan and live in an anime or some shit. I hope he'll grow out of it eventually and see that he should be happy about who he is one day.

But yeah, as you can probs tell, I've never watched anime or read manga, in case you're wondering if my brother's weeaboo-ness has rubbed off on me. My favorite food is New York style pepperoni pizza, but I do like chow mein and strawberry shortcake as well. Yum! By the way I hate, hate, hate fried chicken. I sometimes think people give it to me because I'm half black, but do I hope not because that's freaking racist. I want to get a become a pro football player when I get out of school, but I'm planning on a law degree so that I could become a criminal prosecutor if I break some shit and can't play. I think of myself as a person who acts justly, and I want to make sure that bad people don't go free.

You're probably thinking, "What a goof. He just spent 2 paragraphs describing himself. Why can't we learn anything about him from the story?" And you're right. I am probably a goof for doing that, so...on to this thing! DadadaDA!

"Stupid-ass piece of shit! Hell, school computers run faster than this! Ugh!" I exclaimed, whacking the piece of shit, also known as my printer, with my hand. It made a smacking noise, like when you smack a dresser drawer, and finally spit out my half-assed piece of shit that I was attempting to call a "Personal Narritive" for my language arts class, which I had a C- in. I was a hop, skip and a jump away from flunking and having to take the stupid class again next year, and I really, really didn't want to do that. How on earth would I get the credits needed to go to college then?! I'd have to go and do a whole other year, or worse: Summer school! I yanked the still-warm final page of my personal narritive from the print tray, stapled the thing together, and slid it into the broken thing that was originally a 3-ring binder, and slid that into my backpack. Well, that's life, I thought, as I dashed from my room with my backpack on and jumped to slide down the banister like I usually did.

But I just had to trip on my Godforsaken shoelaces that day, tumbled down the stairs, and smacked my head.

"Ugh...what...what happened?" I groaned, lifting myself onto my side. The scenery was different ーmake that way different than where I'd landed, for sure. It was a sunny, grassy park, and I'm pretty sure that my house is not a park. Aw, shizzle. Did I die and go to heaven or something? Because for God's sake...where am I? I thought irritably, standing up without any sign of anything having happened. Not even the dizziness that's supposed to come with falling down the stairs and quite possibly having broken your neck and died. Probably a weird ass dream... I thought, before I turned around and noticed the motherfucking Tokyo Tower on the skyline.

"The fuck...?" I muttered, my hand reaching up to my forehead. "This has gotta be some whack-ass dream...how and why an I in fucking Tokyo?!" I then remembered the shit fan-fiction bullshit that my friends dared me to read. "Oh, no...no...no no no...am I in a fuckin' anime?! I never fuckin' wanted this...why me? Why not my weeaboo of a brother?!" I grumbled, my hands pushing my curly, black hair out of my eyes. Remind me to get that shit cut off, it gets in the way of everything. Aw, now I'm starting to sound like Foghorn J. Leghorn with my rambling! So you see, now, so ya see...I'm off topic!

I opened my bag, expecting to find...I'm not sure, actually. That hentai shit books that my brother likes? Sailor Doofus? Yandere Simulator? Dunno, but I just know what I found... Friggin' Death Note. Seven friggin' volumes of the dang comics. My schoolwork and shit ass binder was still there, of course, but...still. Some random ass manga I've never read. Perfect. Just...fucking perfect. I'm stuck in another fucking universe, and if that fan-fiction was anything to go by...I think that I'm stuck in some shit ass universe that I don't know nothing about. Guess I should read it to learn what to do...But when I tried to open the pieces of shit in my bag, they were like, glued shut. Like, I couldn't fucking open them glued shut.

Fucking hell. Well, let's walk around a busy street and try not to get killed or something, because there's absolutely nothing better to do. I thought. So I did that for a few hours, following what I assumed to be Main street, because I, to this day, had and still have no idea what Japanese letters mean. I think they're called Kana and Kanji or something like that. I walked in a straight line on a large arterial street until I bumped into some random ass dude walking on the road with a weird ass black notebook in his bag that looked a little like the dude on the cover of the unopenable books. He had short, medium-brown hair that extended just beyond his earlobes, a well proportioned face with a straight nose and thin chin, brown eyes, and he looked about my age. Of course, he was, er, real. Hello, guy, I thought, hoping desperately that the dude knew English.

"Uh...Hello, Mister...Sorry for bumping you...I guess..." I greeted, in my clearest English. I tried to make it sound as much like a Seattle accent as I could because people learning English in other countries don't know shit about how a Southern accent sounds. He looked at me and smiled.

"Oh...thanks, but it was really me who bumped into you, so I should apologise." he replied in slightly accented English. He bowed for some reason, most likely cultural, as I figured out from Google. "Are you from America?" he inquired.

I nodded. "Yeah, and I have no idea where I am. Can you help me figure out how to like, navigate because I am completely and utterly lost." I asked, looking around for emphasis on my situation. He nods.

"There's a food place that's cheap and pretty good right down the should be able to see it. That is if you like octopus, because it's a takoyaki stand. Also, you should be able to recognize hotels if you need a place to stay, and if you have Japanese currency." he answered, pointing at a food stand with a long-ass line. "Hotels do have things printed in English for people who speak English, so you shouldn't have too much trouble." I checked my bag for Japanese money. Inside, I had a key card to something called Tohei. The dude I just met's eyes widened momentarily before he finished with, "Well, it looks like you have covered. Well, I have to get to jûku soon, so just call me if you need help, OK?" he said, with a slight chuckle, scribbling something and handing me a note with a phone number.

+81 3-427-4444

I nodded graciously, even though I didn't know whether or not my cell phone would work in this universe. But I handed him mine anyway.

+1 206-555-060

"Yo dude, by the way, I don't even know your name yet and I already have your phone number. Seems a bit weird. And I really don't want to just call you and accidentally get your mom or something and say 'I want to speak to the dude I met today.'" I said, gesturing like I always do.

"Oh, yeah." he said. "I'm Light Yagami, spelled with the kanjis for Moon as my given name, Night and God in my surname. What's your name?"

"Mine? It's Gabriel Lee-Howard. It doesn't have any kanjis or anything, but you know..." I replied, introducing myself. "You should probably go to the jûku place...well, sayonara, then, dude!" I call, waving and starting to walk off, before turning around and looking for this Tohei place.

"See you, Lee-Howard!" he replies, turning away and disappearing into the sea of people as well.

And that was the start of how shit happened.

A/N: Do you guys like this story? I think it's good work...some of the best stuff I've ever written, to be honest. Please leave a review~! By the way, before you start being all upset at me for using a couple of Japanese words in the dialogue, this story was written from the point of view of an American who knows very little Japanese, so he doesn't know what jûku means. That's why it's written in Light's dialogue as jûku instead of cram school because although Light was speaking English, Light said jûku and not cram school. I figured that Light'd be more accustomed to saying jûku than cram school because that's what he's been saying for his whole life. Gabriel said sayonara when saying bye to Light to show some respect towards Light's native language because Gabriel is not native to Japan and is making an effort to speak the language of the country he is in, even though he knows very little Japanese. So that explains a few things, ya? And don't forget to leave a review!

Edit: Thank you guys for the reviews calling attention to a few embarrassing mistakes...they have been rectified in this version of chapter 1! Thank you for reading!

P.S.: The small amount of detail pertaining to Gabriel's past was intentional.