I do not own Death Note, I only own my character :3


I sighed, running my hand through my chestnut brown hair as I walked through the doors of the old shop in downtown Green Bay in Wisconsin. As a bell rang to signal my arrival I went immediately to the anime/manga aisle, seeing if there was anything I was interested in.

My glasses were perched on the tip of my nose as I glanced down at all of the familiar names. Only one stood out to me, and it was Death Note.

It was the first volume and a large smile grew on my face, I had lost the first volume a while back and I hadn't had the time to buy another one. I hurriedly swiped it off the shelf, and found that nothing else was to my interest. I made my way to the check-out counter.

My good friend, Lauren, was standing there with her boss, Harold, behind her. Harold was a nice guy, but he took the business seriously and I respected that. I carefully laid the manga on the counter and Lauren flashed me a smile before scanning the item.

"$10 please." she stated delicately and I nodded, pulling out a twenty and handing it to her. The low prices were the main reason I would come to this place. Most people didn't even bother to come inside because, to be honest, it looked sketchy as hell.

I received my change and I smiled warmly at the two before I turned around. I was about to exit when a voice stopped me.

"That's a special copy, you know." It was Harold who had said it and I couldn't help but turn around and look at him skeptically. It didn't look like there was anything special to it, and the price was the same as all the other mangas in the store. So how on earth was it special?

"What do you mean?" I couldn't help but question, but there was cautiousness in my voice. It made no sense what he had claimed.

"Don't worry about it, have fun!" Harold grinned, more light-hearted than before and my eyebrows furrowed in confusion before I sighed, shrugging it off. I turned around once again and walked through the door, staring out at the city I knew all too well.

And that's when everything went dark.

I opened my eyes, finding myself in the back of a black van. I was still in the same clothes as before everything went black. My outfit included a black tank top with a black hoodie with ripped blue jeans and an old Mp3 player. My shoes were still the same, a bit more rugged than before though.

"Where the hell am I?" I muttered, glancing around the strange vehicle I was in. There was something peculiar about my surroundings though.

It looked animated.

I found myself to not be tied up and I started banging against the walls, trying to tell my kidnapper that I was awake and not very happy at the moment.

This had to be a dream, right?

Nope, I felt pain. A lot of it.

The car stopped and I heard a door open and slam shut and suddenly the two back doors of the van opened and I saw a man.

An animated man.

"Wha-?" He started before I swiftly jumped out of the back of the truck and started running, not caring where the hell I was going or where I would end up. I finally stopped running and slowed to a walk when I was in town.

I sat down to rest on a nearby park bench, staring perplexedly at my lap. Why was I here? Better yet, why am I animated? I felt someone sit down next to me and I turned, my eyes nearly popping out of my head. It was Harold.

"Harold?" I asked, clearly bewildered and he just smiled, giving me a small wave and I glowered at him, my fists curling up into tight balls.

"Why the hell am I here?!" I hissed, and his smile just grew, shrugging. My temper was rising promptly and I wasn't in the mood for his stupid, immature tricks and his innocent act. I knew for a fact it was his fault I was in here. I reached out to grab him but before I could, he uttered one sentence.

"I told you it was special."

And then he disappeared, nowhere to be seen after.

In his place rested a white notebook.

"What does that mean?" My question hung in thin air, with no one around to answer it. I was in Death Note, wasn't I? The question was, how far in was I?

I glanced down at the white notebook, picking it up and narrowing my eyes at the cover. Once I was able to read it, I dropped it on the ground, my hand immediately rushing to my mouth to muffle a scream. This couldn't be possible. It had to be some kind of joke. I heard screams, and I turned to see a crowd gathering staring up at the screen and I could hear the words echoing through the city.

I remembered it from the anime. It was about the man holding the teens hostage in a school. This was when Light first used the Death Note, if I remembered correctly.

I picked the notebook back up, and read the name once again and I took a deep breath, the words barely escaping my mouth.

"Life note."


OKAY TO ANY OF MY OTHER FANS I AM SO SORRY FOR THE TWO-MONTH LONG HIATUS. I have just had a major writers block lately, seriously. But, i started reading Death Note fanfictions and I wanted to make my own. Plus I also made my own cover ;D I'm sorry if my writing is a bit rusty, but I wanted to get something out of Thanksgiving break. HAPPY TURKEY DAY EVERYBODY :D

~Revised on 3/29/18