Hey so this is my first Death note fanfic so I hope you all like it :) I don't own Doctor Who or Death Note (even though I wish I did) Enjoy~

Chapter 1: A Blue Box

A girl with red hair clung on for dear life. The rail she held vibrated and shook violently. "Doctor!" She yelled. "What have you done this time?!" Her patience was wearing thin as this was about the millionth time that he had gone on a path to crashing the ship. A man with long quirky oak-brown hair was slamming buttons on the circular console before him. Sweat ran down his brow and his face showed panic with a large hint of excitement as if crashing was his plan the whole time.

"Hey! I didn't do anything!" Protested the dark haired Doctor. "Blame Rory as I sent him to sort out the circuits!"

Sliding along the floor was a light-haired man. "Doctor, stop lying to Amy!" He exclaimed, trying to grip something. "You were the one fixing the circuits earlier." Rory sighed. It was apparently all his fault. Again.

Amy, the red head, joined her husband, Rory in sighing. "The question is Doctor: Can you fix this?"

The Doctor glanced up from the controls for a second. "Well, yes... yes? ...maybe? ...I don't exactly know but this seems like a lot of fun!" He grinned, setting off both Amy and Rory's sighing reflexes. "Just this! That! Annnnnnd... Ding!" He rambled on.

Thump!

The room jumped for a second before everything settled down. Hitting the wall with a small thud, Rory proceeded to rub the affected area on his head. This was only one of a few injuries he's had once he joined the TARDIS team, he thought. But he was the clumsiest after all. The Doctor was typing into the typewriter on his console, occasionally snatching a look at the small screen hanging in front of him. On the other side of the room, Amy was rubbing her lips which had just smacked into the metal bar she hung onto. It hurt a lot, she thought. She hoped that it wouldn't swell up as she didn't really want massive puffy lips like some of those women on TV.

"Well, it seems that we are on Earth." Muttered the Doctor.

Rory's eyes wondered over to him. "What year?" It wouldn't be the first time the Doctor managed to land the TARDIS in some forgotten year.

"Your time, give or take a few years." He replied immediately.

Amy raised an eyebrow. "What does a 'few years' mean?" Questioned Amy, staring up at the quirky man.

"We are somewhere between 2001 and 2015 it seems." The Doctor smirked. "Not too bad if I say so myself."

As a reaction, Amy shook her head, smiling. Ceasing the adventure ahead of him, the Doctor leapt down the glass stairs to the wooden door. "Ready to go?" The Doctor asked enthusiastically, seizing the handle to open the door. The couple nodded silently and as they did the Doctor swung open the door with great force. He may look quite skinny but he did have a bit of muscle on him. Straightening his bow tie, he examined his surroundings. Amy and Rory then exited the TARDIS, mouths gaping open. They seemed to be in a large city. The wind rustled the broccoli-like trees and skyscrapers towered above them like giants. People were rushing around everywhere as if they were in panic. It was pretty cool, they thought to themselves. The Doctor sniffed the air loudly, raising Amy and Rory's eyebrows.

"Japan. Present day." He muttered completely oblivious to the couple next to him.

"Well, that's a new place I guess..." Mumbled Rory.

"Let's have a look around! Maybe there's something fun happening y'know!" The Doctor grinned with a childish glint in his gleaming eyes. Racing off and grabbing his friends' hands, their mouths dropped in amazement. Amy had the feeling that this was going to be fun but then again, she always had the feeling when travelling with that raggedy man.

They spent the day wandering around the city, eating Japanese food, feeding fish, shopping, reading manga and whatever they wanted to do. "We should do this more often, Doctor." Rory proclaimed. "Today has been a great day!"

Amy nudged her husband. "No need to jinx it, you moron." She smiled innocently at him as she snuggled into his arms. They all lay on grass in the park whilst taking in the slowly disappearing sunlight.

"What are we going to do after this?" Rory asked, looking over to the Doctor, who was plonked on a rock.

"Hmmm..." His hand was placed on his chin and he seemed to be deep in thought.

"Something wrong?" Questioned Rory, propping himself up with his arm.

"There's something wrong." The Doctor watched the clouds. "Something here is definitely not meant to be here."

Amy sighed. Even if everything was perfect, there was always something wrong in the Doctor's mind. "What exactly do you mean?" Asked the Scottish redhead. "Aliens?"

"Probably."

"Are they going to kill us?"

"Probably."

"Do we have to stop them?"

"Probably."

"Is it going to be dangerous?"

The Doctor's eyes darted over to Amy. "Always."