Disclaimer: Don't own DN if I did Raito(Light) would have died a more humiliating death.

A/N: alright, this is a short story that I've been itching to write. It's AU-ish, supernatural, horror(?), and has abesolutely no romance (intentionaly), there is also some psychological stuff. this is the prologue more than a actually chapter. I use Raito instead of Light, I dunno I just like it beter. I hope you enjoy it! - no one of importance

They all thought me stupid, innocent, incapable of such horrible crimes. They're all idiots.

"Brother, will you help me with my math?" a happy girl asked her older brother who nodded and started to help on her homework.

"Raito, if anyone touches the Death Note they'll be able to see me.

'This will prove to my benefit, but no matter, precautions must be put in place. Idiot shinigami'

The older teen helped his sister till dinner was ready and the two ate, it was just a normal day in the Yagami household. Their father was off at work, their mother worked hard on dinner and keeping the house neat, and the children behaved perfectly with their homework done and everything. A perfect, happy, and blessed family of four, 'Three' They are the perfect family, the PERFECT family. The oldest child a boy who makes brilliant grades, and the youngest child a girl who can't even amount to her brother's greatness. See…the perfect family.

After dinner the brilliant son went to his room to study and do his job. Perhaps thirty minutes of studying, and he pulled out a black notebook and started to write down names that he saw on the news. No remorse, no feeling, nothing crossed over his face as he continued to write down criminal names, his eyes just stared at the news and glanced down at the notebook as he wrote the names. Doe brown eyes shining like glass, movements stiff and controlled.

"Hey, hey, Raito, why aren't you like other humans who use the Death Note? Most humans get scared, feel guilty, or can't sleep; but you don't seem bothered at all by it," the idiot shinigami just has to ask questions, and stick to the intelligent teen like some lost puppy.

'Why can't he just be quiet and leave me alone, I was having fun!'

"Well Ryuk, I do get nightmares, but they don't scare, quite the opposite," the teen gave a smile that would make anyone's stomach lurch and fear clutch their throat. "You see…there's all that blood," the teen's voice was airy and a look a peace flitted across his face, "My hands are stained in it and the look in my victims eyes…" that smile came back, and Ryuk was too…too intrigued to comment or laugh. When the teen knew nothing more would be said he turned back to his desk and continued to write peoples' names down, he was still experimenting with things, but apparently he could control people. This made the Death Note all the more valuable.

Controlling living beings is so much fun; so, so much fun.