Authors note!

Yay! First time ever writing Death note! I will say that I got the inspiration for this during the middle of English class today and stayed on my mind until I got home to type up my very quick drabble.

I can honestly say I detest Twilight, but this idea amused me for so long it just happened.

Reviews are most welcome as this is my first fanfic and I would love to know if I was in character or not.

Dedicated to the beautiful BurningDecks, I love her for giving me this idea and would willingly have her children.

Disclaimer: I do not own Death note or Twilight, If I did L would never die (And neither would Matt) and Edward would be ripped to shreads by the wolves.


Pulling out a large black notebook, the male flipped it open revealing a bare page.
Light Yagami smiled to himself. At last he would finally put that Godforsaken man to rest. The smile quickly vanished as he thought of the one he intended to punish. The one who constantly niggled at his mind, won his family over and made Sayu squeal with delight when she first saw him. Leaning over the cream coloured pages, he plucked a Biro from his pot, twisted it until the pen could be seen at the end and began writing in his smooth Japanese script.
His sepia eyes danced with malice as he slowly wrote out the plot for death:

'...dies torn to death by fangirls at 6:40pm. His corpse is found shortly after, mangled beyond recognition.'

Light smirked as he finished the last word with a flourish. Brushing his auburn locks from his face, he stretched a look of relief on his features.
"...Ryuk it has been a good day."
The death God looked up just in time to see the young man burst into laughter, his face twisting up in joy. Ryuk stared at Light, disappointed that his fun would soon be over, even though Light had promised to show him the makings of the new world. Somehow that didn't seem as...fun as Light said it would be, no more people meant no more apples and contrary to belief he liked apples. Leaning over Light's shoulder Ryuk glanced at the notebook, suddenly laughing at what Light had written his form reaching higher as he threw his head back to cackle at Lights doings, he was wrong, Light was more fun than he thought.
"It's about time you started getting creative with deaths."
Light shrugged, the smirk never leaving his lips.
"I will...when the world trembles in fear of Kira. When they recognize ME as their king and not some figure who you can't even call human." Light spat out the last word, he could almost taste the bitterness in his own voice. "And when that happens Ryuk, when that happens...justice will be served."

He looked down at the notebook, the ink still shimmering with wetness.
"Looks like I've won."
He stared at the name once more, failing to brush the arrogant grin from his face as he traced the outline of the words with his forefinger. The two words imprinting themselves on his brain. Relishing the thought that not another day would pass when he didn't have to hear about this stuck up brat from other people, who neither knew him or had even spoken to him. They knew him from T.V and yet some humans still chose to idolize him in a way that would make God himself angry. What was he thinking? He was God. And Light Yagami was angry. Snapping the notebook shut, he carefully placed it back in his drawer. Lowering the fake bottom, he rose to leave his room. Looking back over his shoulder he rested his hand on the door frame. His eyes gleaming.
"Goodbye...Edward Cullen."