A/N: Yeah, I know, another drabble... or is it? Anyway, this has been bugging me for a while - since before The Crash, as it will now be referred to (see my profile for explanation) - why didn't someone use this as an opener for an OC? It's perfect.

Plus, it gives the OC reason for wanting to worm their way onto the Task Force.

WARNING: liberal swearing, etc.

Also, you might want to have the first Death Note soundtrack for this - it makes it sound pretty epic if you time it right...

Chapter 1 - The Sound of Bells

"The bells, Light-san".

L stood to the left, tinged blue.

"What bells, Ryuuzaki?".

Yagami Light stood to the right, tinged red.

A huge pendulum swung back and worth between them.

The picture faded and flashed in and out sight, static buzzing in the background.

It was like crappy reception on an old analog television set.

I stood off to the side, watching them. I could hear music from the Death Note soundtrack playing in the background - no. 20, 'Kyrie', I think.

Then, all of a sudden, I had the urge to look at my hand, so I brought it up infront of my face.

Purple. I was tinged purple.

... why am I purple?

Shaking my head, I noticed the soundtrack was trailing off, so I looked back at the two - to see them staring at me.

Why are they...? They never did this before.

"It's seems the 'game' has just begun, L", Light said.

"Indeed, Kira", L agreed.

"A third player has joined this battle royale".

... wait, WHAT?
~End Dream~

My eyelids snapped open and I stared at the ceiling for a second before looking around my room in a slight panic.

I was still in my room and everything was right where it should be. I sighed in relief.

"It was just a dream", I breathed.

I don't really know why I said that out loud. I guess it just felt more like the truth that way.

Books covered just about every free flat surface in my room; the genres ranging from a book about 'feng shui' to spy thrillers, and then there was my manga and anime collection.

It was something I was quite proud of, to say the least. I had the biggest hard-copy, legit collection out of all of my friends - but my favourite, as you've probably already guessed, is Death Note.

"Damn, dreams...", I grumbled as I rolled over to check the time on my alarm clock, rubbing the sleep from one eye.

8:58

"Oh, Fudge!"

I slept in! Wait - there's another bus in 10 minutes! But I barely have time to make it to the bus stop!

Quickly, I threw on my favourite blue jeans, a purple t-shirt with Twitter-like birds on it, my dark violet suede jacket and slapped on my beanie newsboy hat as slung my brown leather satchel over my head and on my shoulder.

Running into the kitchen, I grabbed a couple of apples from the food bowl and yelled,"Jackie! I need a ride to the bus stop!", before taking a bite out of one, and shoving my wallet in my pocket with my other hand.

"I figured you would", my sister replied, as she walked into the kitchen, still at home at 9AM in the morning.

So my sister thinks I'm predictable... let's just let her have her moment, shall we? I don't have the time to argue!

Ever since I'd moved in with my sister, everything had been great. I mean, she lives in Japan! And that's a half a world away from my parents, by the way - as well as being that much closer to Akihabara (also known as the otaku haven, Akiba!).

Which is where I would've been catching a train to this morning if I hadn't been called in to work on a weekend.

It was over. Finally.

Noriyuki-sensei had been red in the face when I showed up two hours late. Damn alarm clock, I really need to replace it... but it's all his fault we all have to come in on a saturday! What the hell is up with that?

Anyway, so the Professor had given me a hard time all day, meaning instead of starting the lab work - like I was supposed to being doing today - he confined me to the office to take care of the paperwork.

Michael got to be in the lab - the fucking stuck up douchebag who for some reason thinks that because he's french, he's suave and basically 'god's gift to women'. Mind you, the dumbass flirts with anything that moves...

However, much to the Professor's disappointment, I finished the paperwork sometime around noon. But instead of letting me atleast help Michael - he kicked me out of the lab entirely, saying he didn't want to see me back until Monday morning. On time.

Man! He wasted my whole potential weekend in Akiba - Otaku haven - to do three hours of paperwork?

Arsehole.

Maybe this trip to Spaceland will cheer me up, plus Miyaka - my other co-worker, who isn't forced to come in on the weekend because she was only part-time - is meeting me there, so it should be some fun atleast...

Quickly swiping my bus pass, I took a seat in the middle of the bus across from the centre doors, like I usually did.

I sighed, leaning on the window sill as the bus started down it's route again, staring out at the passing buildings. The bus stopped a few more times, letting on some more passengers - including some guy who looked american.

Oooooh, that reminds me of Karate Kid. Maybe I should call Miyaka and we could have lunch at Miyagi's first?

As the bus went over the bridge, I took out my metallic purple flip phone from my pocket and started scrolling through my contact list for her number.

Suddenly, a chill swept through me and I froze. Thumb paused over the call button, mouth hanging open and voice stuck in my throat.

It wasn't just a normal chill either. I mean, considering the time of the year, I know it was supposed to be getting a bit cold about now. But, no... it just felt different, you know?

Frowning, I quickly sent Miyaka a text message instead, before slumping back into my seat as I tried to figure out what 'it' was, glancing warily around the bus as I did.

Noticing nothing really suspicious, hell even the three passengers from the last stop who had taken seats at the back, looked normal enough. I sighed slightly relieved.

But the feeling didn't go away.

I even jumped as my phone buzzed, announcing the receival of a text message.

It was Miyaka. She was only a few blocks away from the Higashiguchi bus stop, so I'd just get off there and we'd go to Miyagi's on her motorbike. I love Miyagi's - honestly, my sister and I would probably starve if it wasn't for that old man and his Chinese takeaway. Either that, or get fat on all the anime-themed sweets I make.

I turned my attention back to the front as the bus pulled into another stop. Stop number nine, Higashiguchi.

Smiling at being able to get away from feeling and getting to eat at Miyagi's, I waited until the bus came to a complete stop, before slinging my brown leather satchel over my shoulder and glancing towards the front of the bus as the doors hissed open.

Halfway out of my seat, I froze. That guy... the one who'd just got on the bus, half bald and wearing a dark brown hoodie and jeans, hands stuffed in his pockets.

I narrowed my eyes at the bulge in the guy's jacket pocket.

So preoccupied, I didn't realize the bus had started moving again, making me fall a little back into my seat, then the guy drew the item that caused the bulge, out, and pointed it at the bus driver's head.

It was a handgun.

"This bus has been hijacked!", the man announced.

The hijacker told the bus driver to call Spaceland and tell them what was happening, then get a woman to take all the receipts from yesterday to a stop a couple before the place - threatening to kill everyone on board if they called the police or didn't listen to his demands. Then he smashed the phone.

I froze as the realization finally struck me.

He had just quoted the episode 4 bus-hijacking perfectly - and then there was those three in back, maybe...

A piece of paper suddenly rebounded off the back of my head, and I scowled for a second before suddenly the feeling from before intensified a thousand-fold and my fucking god there is a fucking shinigami hovering two rows back!

No way.

There's just no fucking way...

... I'm somehow in the fucking Death Note anime.

Chapter End

A/N: Part 2 will be up soon, then that's it. Unless someone reviews and tells me to continue~!