Sora- I'm having writer's block so now I'm trying out a strategy… writing the entire story and updating normally so you won't have to worry! I'm doing death Note (death note)

Kanda – I've always wondered why you have a male alias/pen name but are female…

Sora – because a lot of Japanese name like Sora end in 'a' but are dude's names (i.e. Sora kingdom hearts, iruka Naruto) but in America (no I'm not a red neck hillbilly that holds a shot gun and drinks whisky) more over Philadelphia, male names don't usually end in 'a' so I went to translate 'sky' to English I got 'Sora'…

Kanda – that is so… otaku… Sora doesn't own death note in any way possible but she owns her OC and the story… and she owes me money…

Sora - … shut it!

It was another one of those days; Wake up, Put clothes on, and watch anime for a few hours, debate whether I'm truly living, or if my existence is a false one.

My existence is used to make others look good, frankly I'm not need as a person; I'm a monster. You'll see why soon, I'm reminded everyday of my life. Every mistake haunts me to the point I'd rather die holding everyone's burden from their shoulder, than to live a life as liability.

Lately I'm hooked on death note, it just seems so thrilling, so fulfilling, everyone lives for a reason and death is a burden on everyone, and staying alive is the least you could do in the situation. It's very intelligent and well thought out. Me, I'm one to connect, I love chess, tarot card fortunes, and several fine, culinary, and sewing arts, which isn't a very popular topic.

But my style is why people say I'm a contradiction, I wear striped t-shirts and baggy pants, so at first look, people think I'm a dude. My coarse and spiky shoulder-length hair is natural dark brown and it fades to a brownish gray on some areas like when you part a cat's fur. My eyes are also natural but I have heterochromatic colors, one is light blue on the left, but the other is gray with a yellow ring in the iris which is on the right, I usually wear a pair of steam/cyber punk goggles to avoid people staring or commenting, not like it helps. My life was terrible even without what people say about me.

I the adopted daughter of a family of five, though they boast to every body they're so kind and considerate to take in another's child, in reality my adoptive parents don't give a shit what happens to me. Always saying I shouldn't stand up for myself because I'm an orphan and their real kids are all ways right! If I use self-defense on they're bratty kids to keep myself safe it is like signing a death wish.

I eat in a different room, just to be safe from their real kids, those asses can't fight if they're lives depended in it, so I could easily beat up bitch 1#-3# and bastard 4#-5# without breathing but that's not the case for their dad. If they get hit once, by me, they go running to 'papa' and he hits me with his belt, if they fight me, I can't fight back, at least they can't punch well, even I can take their hits.

"Hey Persephone, if you don't get you filthy ass down here I'll get dad!" that was bitch #1, aka Melanie, she was a slut and an ugly one too. She was trying to intimidate me but I had a plan.

"Say that again and I'll give your current three boyfriends every record of your dates with other guys that include each other," I grinned, walking out the door. She fumed on the way out but her curses were unheard, it was always like this when I went there. I was already walking to my safe haven, so I hear nothing but my heart beat and breaths.

I caught the bus to center city Philadelphia toward an old shop that most would ignore or pass; it was a fortune telling booth and pawn shop.

I had a childhood friend, Lucas, who lived with his aunt and uncle due to school. He would say things like "I wish I could see mommy!" or "when I get home dad's gonna teach me how to be strong and defend myself!" but sadly he never saw them after he got back from school. He died when I was 8, in a car accident.

It should have been me; he pushed me away from the car and sacrificed himself from me. I've come here ever since, he always told me that his parents worked here and I've always come because I don't want them to fall under the hard times and lose the shop to lack of customers, I want to keep my memories of Lucas alive, because the last this he said was, "Thank Kami you're okay…I want to tell mommy and daddy I've learned to become strong, but I don't think I'll be able to just yet, could you do I…" his heart stopped and he went cold.

This was the least I could do for him, he was my best friend. I the overwhelming guilt was even more painful when his parent said it wasn't my fault, I wanted them to hate me, but in all actuality I didn't, I felt him with me, I felt him say in my ear, "it was my choice, I wouldn't want you to die just yet, you are too special, Persephone," so I bit down the tears.

"Persephone, here again I see, would you like a reading?" Lucas's mom, Sicily, asked. I nodded and set down the money, but added about five dollars to it, hoping they wouldn't see and refuse the extra out of kindness. She drew four tarot cards, the combo was weird: judgment, knight of pentacles, six of cups and lastly the eight of wands.

"that's ironic, it means a situation from the past will be brought back," she mused, I couldn't remember my past at all, only that at age five I got adopted by that dread family and met Lucas, before that was a blur. I had amnesia.

"Hey honey could I talk to Persephone, alone?" Lucas's father, Mitchell, asked, she nodded and left. He sat down and placed the picture of Lucas next to me. He said it was to keep a part of him listening to us, but I think it was to make me feel ashamed. I stared at Lucas's smiling face, his curly black hair over lapped his yellowish eyes.

He looked at me and sighed, "I know you've been giving us more money than I ask and I glad you care," I coughed like I was choking, and stared, "but we can take care of the business, so with the extra money I got you this and dug this out of his room…," he passed over a book…no… books, a death note collection of every volume out all in one book to be exact. In his other hand was the charming and punk rock short katana in neon red with skull designs, roses, etc. I saw on eBay. It was impossible to get from my adoptive parents since they gave me hammy down and made me work for food and clothing. I was barely able to get my goggles with out Mitchell giving me some and my video games were Lucas's so I got those too.

"I had found this is… Lucas's room, and I couldn't bring myself to throw it out, I know you love this series, that is how you and Lucas became friend right?" he explained, I stared at it, and flipped open the cover, on the side was written.

'Yo Percy, I know you LOVE death note so I got this for your 9th b-day! I can't wait for school to end!

P.s. this volume is special, I think it fell out of the sky, look out for shinigami, and I transfer ownership of this death note to you! Thank KAMI!

Huggies,

Lucas'

I felt like crying, he wrote this before he died, before he knew he wouldn't be able to attend my 9th birthday. I some how choked the tears back, I thanked Mitchell and opened my present to page 1, and walked out to the street katana in hand. After my weird conscience voice reminded me I shouldn't read and walk, I put the book down.

~o0o~

"I must have gone out the wrong exit, this looks like something out a Takeshi Obata* manga," I turned around half hoping to see the fortune booth, instead I saw a large glass building, thus seeing my reflection, thus looking like I've just had to sell my soul to the devil, I was anime kung fu, kick ass, awesomeness! The normal person would have freaked out, but no, I'm a crazy professional otaku. So watch out, Itachi Uchiha I will find you!

Okay back to problem at hand: (1) I'm in a Japanese manga, most likely Death note, (2) I can't speak any other language then English and Awesomese, so finding a English speaker was mandatory (3) I don't know how the hell I got here, if it's a dream, it sure is fucking real, and I hope I never wake up and (4) I might die spazzing from total fan girl happiness. Oh. My. Shit! I got it, if I find L I can find light and finally I can find not only happiness but a bit of vengeance on light for killing L! And they speak English so… to to-oh** I go! Maybe I should go to the police instead… NEVER! I want to find me Lawli-pop***!

Sora – I'm gonna update soon; P

*manga artist of death note

**light and Ls college

***a nickname I came up with, from L's name, L Lawliet, Lawli sounds like lolly so you get the picture. ( I just found out that name canon three months after I wrote this, I swear the name just came to me, but I guess it's not my idea anymore, people already figured it out)