Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note. Only my Oc, Yuzuki.

"Life changing moments are the ones you seem to remember as you rot."

Life Lessons

Number One:

For Better Or Worse

I could see them for as long as I could remember.

These creatures up in the sky and I couldn't help but stare. And what's crazy? They were all staring back.

It's all because of my parents. They were basically...well...they believed in so called, "Shinigami" or "Gods of Death". And let me tell you bed time stories where a trip!

I never told anyone about what I saw, for the fear of being put in some institution...not even my parents. I knew they couldn't see them...but I guess their wishes to were brought down on me.

So as a result, I began to isolate myself.

I guess isolation was a bad thing. I grew extremely bored, and began hacking other people's computers, Facebooks, and other accounts. I even stole some items from a guy on World at Warcraft.

I bet he wasn't so happy about that.

By this time I was twenty-years old. Single. Unemployed. Level 82 Warlock. And the self-proclaimed best hacker in the universe.

It was a pathetic life indeed.

I wasn't on drugs, or neither did I have mental problems. I just had some whack parents with this strong belief in something I don't want to exist. Even if I see them with my own eyes.

But now that I'm older, I don't see those creatures much as I did. The last time I saw one was when I walked to the store to buy a twenty-four pack of soda...which was last week...and I'm out of soda...

Did I mention I am addicted to caffeine? Well now you know!

Well I guess I should introduce myself. I'm Yuzuki Cross. And everything I'm about to tell you is true.

Even though I don't believe in it myself!

Well. I guess I should tell you where all the interesting stuff happens, right?

WRONG. I'm going to make you suffer a bit. Just because I can! Hahaha!

I'm just kidding. Geez, don't get mad. Hey, you better not press that button.

Because here starts my story.

Everyday was a new day. Except in Yuzuki's book. It was a day she had wished was yesterday.

Twenty-years old and counting. The years went by so fast, it wasn't even called 'living in the moment'. There were no moments. Just tomorrow.

Most of the time she was cooped up in her apartment building, on the computer, or writing poetry or studying a new language.

She had no education, according to her records, but was smarter than the average collage graduate.

She lived in the Kanto region ofJapan.

And the only times she ever stepped out of her apartment was to run the Quick Mart across the street, and rapidly returned, as if she were afraid of something.

Yuzuki stared at her computer screen blankly, blinking only to rest her eyes for a second and re-open them. Her green eyes were wide open as she read the following page;

"Narkori Mastukia died of a heart attack early this morning. No foul play lingered in the scene, and he was a healthy man, despite living in his life of imprisonment...police undergoing further investigation..."

Yuzuki frowned to herself realizing that this type of incident had appeared several times before.

Something in the pit of her stomach churned, thus causing her to clutch the fabric that concealed it. Sighing as she pulled a strand of hair that had made it's way into the field of her vision, behind her ear.

She stood from her computer chair and entered the kitchen stuck in thought. There, she pulled open the fridge, revealed neatly stacked cans of soda, all within reach. She reached for the closest one and popped the can open from the top. The liquid began to fizz form around the top but quickly disappeared as it was poured down her throat.

"Heart attacks..." she whispered to herself.

"That's like what, the twentieth one this week...?" She returned to her computer desk, and her slim fingers typed in pass codes that allowed the series of ones of and zeros that provided inside information to the National Police Agency.

"NPA. Live feed. Nearest computer, or laptop..." She followed the lead and arrived in a video chat.

On the screen in front of her there was a conference of several men from the police bureau.

"That is all." A digitally altered voice announced dismissingly.

An elder man approached the computer, obviously seeming to fit the role of a police officer.

An excess boredom caused Yuzuki to consume the remainder of her soda.

The man on screen stated; "I have no idea what you are up to...but something tells me you've been ready for this for a long time, L."

This caused Yuzuki to spit out the liquid that had settled in her mouth, which continued to run down the computer monitor.

She was in awe, heart speeding rapidly in her chest, hands shaking slightly. Unable to tell if she was scared or full of joy.

The computer she had hacked belonged to L; her eyes were witnessing what L was seeing.

'L.'

'The world's most famous detective.'

Her world was taken off auto-pilot.

Fate took control.

Without her consent, Yuzuki's entire life was about to change.

For better or worse.