Inspiration struck, so I'll be writing another Death Note Fan-fiction along with my first one from now on. Now, we all may have read or at least glanced at the description/story of a person from our world suddenly gets sent into the Death Note universe. In these stories, we most usually see the main character obtaining an incredible intelligence (or not) and trying to save L (or something along the 'save-a-character' lines). Well, what if someone was put into the Death Note world, but didn't remember they had ever existed anywhere but there? What would you do if you only faintly remembered you had someone to save? (A/N: any colored hair mentioned in the story is assumed to be natural unless written otherwise; meaning, no one's hair is colored, the characters were born that way. Oh, and I'll only continue this story if I feel other people actually like reading it. ^^ Please review if you want it to continue.)

Oh, and I don't own Death Note. Thank you...

Tears started to collect in my eyes as I stared at my computer screen. I was re-watching the moment L died, and it still got to me. How could they kill off my favorite character?

I got off my red computer chair and started pacing the square-ish room. The computer was in the corner across from my door. There was a closet in the adjacent corner not near the door, its width being directly across from my bed. My bed was up against the other wall, the black and blood-red sheets, pillows, and blankets all arranged nicely. Everything was placed out of the way in order to leave me space to walk back in forth without banging into anything. There was a window up on the same wall as my headboard, and it looked out over the parking lot of the three-story apartment building. We lived on the top floor, so I would occasionally look down and watch people enter and leave the building. In the midst of all my pacing, I decided to stop and look out this very window. I liked just watching and waiting, not really bothering to care who it was I was watching. It was more of a day-dreaming habit. I didn't register the person, just their presence.

I sighed. All I could feel was my pained, 17 year old heart beating as it remembered that L had died. Mello and Near would then try to catch Kira, with Mello and Matt also dying in the process. It felt as though all of my favorite characters were all being picked off one by one. I used to be a Kira fan, but Light had pissed me off with the deaths of M, M^2, and L. I was honestly ready to rip his throat out; but it was impossible considering the fact that I was not animated or in Death Note…

Oh, how I would so cherish the possibility of entering the Death Note universe. I closed my eyes and let a goofy smile take up my face. I had ordinary features: shoulder length blue hair, big brown eyes, a straight nose, and a regular mouth. Everything about me was pretty ordinary, actually. I was only slightly above 5 feet tall. I had an average weight, and usually wore black shorts and a black t-shirt. I sometimes added dark accessories, but I didn't particularly like the jingle they would make whenever I moved. My shoes were always some form of sneakers, usually of the black variety. Many people called me a Goth, but it was somewhat true. While I didn't wear black make-up, the dark color was usually the only thing I wore besides certain shades of red.

I stopped looking out the window when I heard a familiar female voice call, "Orijinaru! Dinner's ready!" My mother, Sai Kyara, had a loud voice, so it reached me even with the doors closed. My family was Japanese, but we lived in America, so I only knew how to speak American. Even so, I knew my name, Orijinaru Kyara, was quite odd when translated into English. My parents like original things, so my name was made to fit that quirk.

I went to go eat with a sad heart. I wanted to finish quickly, hoping to return to my room and mourn in privacy. My mother obliged me this and didn't make any comments during dinner. She also had blue hair, though it was darker than my sky-blue. Her face held many of the same features, though her eyes were a pale purple. I often found myself wondering if a ghost was staring at me whenever we locked eyes, but that was the cool part about her. Other than that, she was the same height as me, in her thirties, and a successful actuary for All-State Insurance. She often complained about the assholes at work, but she loved her job regardless.

I also hated the asses at her work. Many of them hit on her in subtle and not-so-subtle ways. They were completely insensitive to the fact that my father had passed away just a few months before. Kiyori Kyara, a middle-aged lawyer with a 6 foot height, midnight black hair, thin brown eyes, and an easy smile always on his face, was killed in a plane crash on his way over to Japan for a family reunion. My mother and I had barely stepped outside the house after that because we were so heart-broken. My dad had been a good man, and one that didn't deserve to die. But fate would have it otherwise since it killed him despite all of his greatness. I still felt sad whenever I thought about it, but I had moved on to the more tolerant phase in mourning.

I finished eating along with my mother and did the dishes, making sure to clean up the wet counter before returning to my room.

What I didn't expect was to see a 7 foot tall creature standing in the middle of it.

I opened my mouth to make a blood-curling scream when it placed its hand over my face and effectively took away any opportunity to do so. Its hand, as well as its other limbs, was long and thin. The entire thing seemed to be covered in some form of Indian clothing, and its face was similar to a boar's skull. There were even tusks sticking out of it. There didn't seem to be any eyes in the skull, but it was as though it was able see just fine regardless of that fact.

"Orijinaru Kyara, I have been sent by the Shinigami King to retrieve you by any means necessary. I am Inoshishi, one of the Shinigami King's supportive workers." The boar skull opened to communicate this message, only serving to freak me out even more. I brought my hands up to try and wrench the hand off of my face, but its grip was steel-like, and there was nowhere to back away to considering my back was pressed up against the wall.

I started hyperventilating. The skin touching my face was cold and dry, and there was a freaking monster attached to it. A monster who claimed to be one of the henchmen for some Shinigami King. The one who had sent him to kidnap me. I had just been eating dinner and in a somewhat normal environment when some creepy thing just appeared before me in my room. Despite the strong grip, I struggled to get loose and run somewhere, anywhere, just to get away.

"Please stop attempting to struggle." Attempting? I was not attempting to struggle; I was actually doing it with the idea of saving myself before this thing dragged me off to its leader to be supper. "You will not be killed, so your mortal qualms are unnecessary. The Shinigami King merely wishes to make you an offer." With that, he (at least I assumed it was a he considering the voice) plucked me up, making sure to keep one hand over my mouth. My hyperventilating was starting to make me dizzy, so I attempted to calm down so I could think over my escape strategy for when he put me down.

He unfurled a set of black wings on his back, walking towards my now-open window and jumping out. I nearly felt like screaming all over again when the ground started to rush up towards us, but then we began to gain altitude and I just felt every inch of height instead. We flew up into the clouds and continued to get higher until the misty material was the only thing I could see. After a while, everything began to turn a dark shade of red, and the air grew stale. The thing carrying me, Inoshishi as he called himself, removed his hand from my mouth. Although I was glad to be able to scream again, I felt it wouldn't matter considering my current environment, so I kept my mouth shut and instead let my insides turn in rabid fear as more and more of the situation hit my brain. I was being carried by a flying monster through a bunch of spooky, red clouds, and I was about to meet his boss and listen to this deal of his. I doubted I would find anything looking very normal where he was. None of this seemed as though it was a prank, and it felt too real to be a dream. Could it be an illusion? I doubted it, since I wasn't diagnosed as crazy before and I could definitely still feel the great height we were at.

A good three minutes passed before I began to feel as though we were descending. My idea proved correct as the clouds began to part and more of the ground was visible. At least, it could have been considered a ground, if not for how barren and disgustingly dry it looked. We finally landed, kicking up dust as we did so. I choked as I accidentally inhaled some of it, feeling as my throat tightened and dust particles settled in some areas.

"It is this way." Inoshishi began walking in a certain direction, expecting me to follow. I didn't oblige him this, instead staying right where I was and glaring at him. He turned around after a while and looked back at me. "What is the problem?" he called over at me.

I let sarcasm drip into my tone as I answered him, "Oh, nothing, nothing. I just got taken away by some strange beast who tells me to follow him to some leader of his. It's not like I'm freaking out or wondering about my mom and what she'll think when she walks into my room and finds me gone. No, no, it's all good."

He snorted, the first real emotion I had seen from him. "The King of this realm would like to make a deal with you that many humans from your world have silently wished for. Please excuse us for wanting to grant you this wish that you secretly desire. Would you like me to take you home, then?" He also let sarcasm enter his voice as he replied to me.

That set me off. I was very stubborn, or so my mom had said, and I didn't like being looked down upon by anyone. "No, I want to see this king since he went through all of the trouble of getting me here." With that, I stomped right up to him and we continued on. It was amazing that I had gone from freaked out to only mildly spooked in such a short amount of time. Maybe my brain thought it really was an illusion, and was just coping with it all by saying it wasn't real. We walked for a couple of feet in silence. But I broke it when I saw a structure approaching in the distance. "What is that?"

"That is the arena housing the King's throne." He spoke in a monotone once again. I wondered at why I had been brought here as the arena grew closer and closer. Maybe they wanted to offer me immortality. Or could it be one wish that I could come up with? I didn't know, and the possibilities chased each other around in my head until we were at the entrance. Inoshishi led the way inside, and we stepped into a large space that had no roof. It looked as dry and colorless as the outside did, but the smell was less imposing in here.

My eyes immediately went to the only thing in the wide space: a throne. It was rather large, and had little hints of being the same color as gold underneath all of the dirt and dust. On this throne sat yet another creature. It was long-limbed, but I couldn't make out any of its other features as it seemed to be completely made out of darkness. The red eyes peering out at me served to be the only features that weren't too black to distinguish. Although they were red, they didn't seem to hold any menace, only boredom. The thing I supposed was the Shinigami King spoke to me. "Welcome, Orijinaru Kyara, to the Shinigami Realm. Right now, you have not transferred over to a different sort of atmosphere, so you retain your original form. But I wish to make you an offer, and you will most likely have to change in order to completely accept it."

My legs shook as his raspy voice reached me. I couldn't help it, I was facing the king of this realm, and he was talking to me as if this were all normal to him. I wondered what that said about my safety right now, but I decided that if I died, there wouldn't be much I would able to do to stop it. "I-uh-I mean, what is it that you w-wanted?" Crap, I hated that stutter. It only made me look scared and like more of a target.

He chuckled a little. "It is not completely what I wanted, but that is beside the point. I will offer you this one opportunity to fulfill a wish you have wanted for a while: I will recreate your presence in the Death Note universe."

My jaw dropped so hard and fast I heard an audible click. Was this thing for real? It just wasn't possible. But then again, none of this should be possible. I looked around me. I shouldn't have been here. I should have been in my room with my black-and-red bed and once again mourning the loss of my L. "I'm sorry, but I don't really understand. Why, and how, would that happen?" I said when I had finally regained the usage of my vocal cords.

"We are shinigami, or gods of death. We have many powers that can grant many things." he replied.

"O-okay, but why?" That damn stutter again.

"Why?" He let out a full on laugh. It lasted for a few seconds before he slipped back into his uncaring attitude again. "Because shinigami these days often find themselves bored as time ticks on and there is nothing left to do. Truthfully, I want to see what happens to the Death Note universe when I add someone like you in." He looked at her thoughtfully.

"Then, why me?"

"Don't get too conceited. We would have found another fan of Death Note either way, but your hair color caught my eye since it resembled your world's sky so much. That is all. I have put forth the offer, now I will wait for your answer." He straightened up a bit in his seat and gazed at me while I made my decision.

It was a really tempting offer, and I could just see all of the possible things I could do. I had moved past the whole unreal aspect of it all, instead choosing to believe it was as possible as being in that arena was. Now, all I had to do was decide what I wanted.

"What about my world? What will my mom think if I just disappear?" I inquired.

"Nothing. Time will be frozen until you decide whether or not you wish to return. If you choose not to, I will simply erase your existence there and allow you to live in realm you decide to stay in. If it makes you feel any better, I will incorporate your mother's presence into Death Note as well, though she will never know that she was switched into a different world."

That made the decision much easier. My mother was one of the things that would keep me behind in our universe. Now that that was resolved, I knew what my decision would be. "I will accept this offer." I couldn't keep the smile off my face as I said it.

He chuckled to himself again. "Very well. However, there will be some conditions."

I waited for him to continue. "What are they?"

He pulled a necklace out of what appeared to be a pocket. I couldn't really tell since everything about him looked solid to me. "First, you will agree to allow your memories of your world be erased, and for new memories to be implemented for the world you are about to enter."

"But," I grew desperate at this piece of information, "how will I save L if I don't remember what it is that I'm doing this for?"

"Do not worry; I am only able to erase the memories from your conscious mind. Your subconscious will retain your memories and will give you subtle warnings of what it is you wish to do. You may even have them transferred to you in a dream." He smiled as though what he said wasn't stressing me out. "Secondly," he lightly shook the necklace in his hand, which appeared to have a flat, metal heart on the end of it, "you will only receive great intellect while wearing this item. While it is not on you, you will be unable to come to conclusions as L or Light would."

"And how will I remember to always wear it if I forget everything?" I was getting annoyed with this whole thing.

"Oh, you will remember. Not only will your subconscious remind you, but you will also figure it out yourself. I have already come up with a life that will allow you and your new situation to seem believable. So, do you agree to these conditions?" He looked at me with bored eyes, awaiting my final answer.

"I-I," I thought over everything he had said before I answered as eloquently as I could, "I a-accept."

He rose from his throne and strode over to me. As he got closer, all I could think of was how much he smelled like death, but I kept my face neutral so as not to insult him. He extended his hand towards me, and I took it hesitatingly after a few seconds. His palm was warm, but still dry.

That was the last thing I felt before blacking out. Then, I fell down into relative peace as my memories were all taken away, and replaced with new ones.

Thanks for reading ^^.