Hey, guys! How are ya? Well, due to some random, almost inexplicable reason, I've decided to write this Death Note and House, MD crossover. I know it may sound pointless at first, but that's just me. Anyways, if the summary sounds good, and you like this chapter, please put up with it! If you're not a shonen-ai fan, and you don't like, then just don't read. If any scientific jargon confuses you, and you're not sure what it means, then just ask, and I just may add a definition in an author's note at the beginning.

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Chapter I

Tension

The light shone bright in Examination Hall 1, the light from the fluorescent overhead lights blinking occasionally. The students sat in their seats in silence, except for the rare cough from the blonde haired girl in the third row, which echoed around the hall, making the nervous students wince every time. Even the invigilator at the front was feeling the tension as it emanated off of the students.

Looking at his watch, the invigilator signalled to the three people at the front, who then began handing out exam papers to the students column by column. "Now, when you've got your exam paper," said the invigilator, surveying the hall, as though scrutinising each and every student one by one, "put your name, candidate number, and centre number in the spaces provided. For this Criminology higher tier exam, you will just need your pen, pencil, eraser and yourself. Remember, read the question carefully before answering and make sure to right legibly. I'm sure you all know the drill!"

Looking up at the clock and watching the second hand tick closer to exam start, the blinking lights and the sound of a pencil tap adding to the tension, the blonde haired girl in the third row coughed again, her throat feeling more itchy and sore with every splutter. "You will be expected to do this exam in silence and within the two hour time limit." He looked at the blonde haired girl pointedly, making her shut up.

"Now," he said, smiling – or was that a sneer? – "Your test… starts… now!" And in a flash, everyone picked up their pens, turned over the cover and began scribbling furiously, all of them sure that they'd be facing some sort of wrath from the evil invigilator if a below average was scored.

An hour into the test and the blonde haired girl was still coughing loudly, stopping her writing every few minutes to lift her hand to her face and cough. Despite this though, the sound still echoed throughout the hall, getting harsher and harsher, the lights blinking more and more, and the sounding of the nervous pencil tap against wood adding to the tumult. Finally, she stopped, lifting her hand away to show blood. Scared, she put her bloody hand up, only to find that someone else had caught the invigilator's attention: a tall brown haired boy was walking to the front, test paper in hand, his left hand twitching slightly.

The invigilator walked towards him, placing a gentle hand on the boy's left arm, "What are you doing?" he muttered quietly, trying not to disturb the others, "You've still got an hour to finish the test, yet!"

"No," replied the boy, "I'm finished." The hand twitched again, this time the spasm running through the arm. The invigilator noticed, and tightened the grip on the boy's arm.

"Are you okay? Is anything wrong?"

The boy's hand flexed at this, and he smiled like the devil. "No," He said, his voice almost a whisper, "there's nothing wrong with me…" Suddenly, in one quick movement and barely a blink, the invigilator was pinned against the wall, the boy holding him by the collar. The three people at the front dropped to the ground in fright, and the students looked up from their papers in unison, unable to believe what they were seeing.

"But there is something wrong with you." Sneered the boy. It was a hushed voice, but one that echoed around the room with ease. "Every crime you have committed… every person you have hurt… every lie you have uttered to save your own worthless skin…" the same satanic smile creaked through his mouth, his white teeth almost bared. His eyes seemed to glow red in the blinking lights as his fists began to shake. The invigilator didn't – no – couldn't say anything; too shocked by the boy's transformation, the only movement he could make being the widening of his eyes.

"Do not worry," the boy sneered, obviously hoping for the polar opposite, "your end shall be swift – your guilt and what conscience you have would have tortured you enough…" One hand leaving his collar, the invigilator almost sighed with relief, but that was soon stopped, as it planted itself at his throat. "However…the soul of that poor boy calls out for at least some degree of pain!" The lights flickered quicker and quicker, the students only able to be onlookers.

The hand clenched tighter, and the man put his hands at the boy's wrist, trying to pull the hand away, but the boy just clenched tighter. "This world is rotting…" he said, lowering his head as though in prayer, "and you can't be part of the revolution." The invigilator gasped, as the seriousness of the boy's intended action hit him.

Suddenly, the flickering of the lights grew stronger, switching on and off, going through the sequence with speed. The boy's eyes widened, his mouth went slack, and with barely a word, he collapsed to the floor, his body convulsing sickeningly. The girls screamed, the three adults picking themselves off the floor to carry out emergency procedures. The students called out to him, trying to make him snap out of it – but being in the middle of a seizure, the boy couldn't respond to them even if he tried.

Well? Any thoughts? It may seem odd at first but please tune in for the next chapter! If you do have any thoughts, then just leave your comments and I'll read them all. Make them constructive if you can, and if you flame, then please don't be too harsh: I only need flames for yummy jam toast – not a barbecue! Please R&R and SEE YA!!!