Disclairmer: Death Note belongs to Takeshi Obata and Tsugumi Ohba. I do not own any of the characters in this story, except for the OC who might intervene.

I. I'm in La la land.

According to Merriam Webster, is an euphoric, dreamlike, mental state detached from the harsher realities of life. The mental state of someone who is not aware of what is really happening. In other words: me.

Look, I'm actually a very ordinary girl, even cliché sometimes. Just your average fangirl why too obessed with fictional characters and asian boybands. I don't have a supermodel's body, and I usually refrain from wearing shorts because I'm self-conscious about my fat thights. My hair is the before in a anti-frizz shampoo comercial, and without my glasses I'm as blind as a mole. Happy childhood, from a middle class family. The middle child of a regular marriage. Ordinary, normal, average. That was me… Until the day I completely lost my mind.

Common sense as it is, would definitely have me believing that, of course. Because suddenly waking up inside a fictional universe was simply not possible. However, seems like it is. My name is Alicia Pemberly, and I'm way down the rabbit hole.

It all started as a regular day. It was monday, so I woke up and left for school. Classes went uneventful, boring, ordinary. My friend Cameron lent me his copy of Death Note's volume 13 and I was extremely happy as I headed back to my house. Its information was going to be useful on a fanfiction I had been planning on writting since I last watched the Drama they made, starring my hot baby Kento Yamazaki.

That's when the truck appeared. It came out of nowhere, I swear to God that I checked twice before crossing the street! But no, the phanton truck had to materialize three meters away from where I was stading. It was from a japanese fish market, I saw the big salmon fish logo in the back of the truck. It almost gave me a heart attack, but I was able to jump and roll to the next sidewalk. The driver didn't even stop! She kept driving, until I lost sight of the vehicle. My heart was pounding heavily in my chest as I stood up. My legs felt like jelly, it was horrible!

Probably no one else saw what happened, since no one came rushing to help me. So, after I managed to calm myself down and the adrenaline wore off, I resumed my walk home, suddenly feeling exhausted.

When I arrived, my mother was watering the plants outside. We lived in a very regular house: two floors, kitchen, dinning and living room downstairs, rooms upstairs. I kissed her and went inside the house.

But my timming was the worst when I decided to climb the stairs. My little brother James was chasing with our dog Watari. (Yes, I picked the name). Watari was a german shepperd, big and fat, and which had a strange taste for avocado. I was in the middle of the stairs, standing next to the tainted glass panels that had a nice view to our neighbours pool, when he came rushing down, closely followed by Watari. To avoid being hit or stumbled upon by my brother or the dog, I took a step back.

But I must have miscalculated because my feet became entangled with each other…

…And I fell out of the window.

Yes, as stupid as that. But wait, this is not the part where I tell you about how I died and was reincarnated. No, this is way far more complicated than that. I haven't figured out the reasons just yet, but I never got to hit the ground. Because as soon as my body flew out of the window everything went black. It was like waking up from a dream… or a nightmare. Yes, that would be more accurate.

My eyes snapped open, and I found myself starring at a white celing. Disoriented as I was, I sat up and noticed I was lying on a bed with blue sheets. This wasn't my room, but it wasn't a hospital either. It was dark, but I noticed the green bookshelves that covered the room. There was a desk, and a tv too. An awfully familiar tv. Why was it familiar? I brought a hand to my face… had I fallen sleep with my glasses on? Apparently yes.

That room was cold as a freezer and I was naked...

Wait what?! WHAT?! I checked my body again, and indeed. I was naked. NAKED! Fucking naked in a room that didn't belong to me, and with no idea how the hell I ended up there! This was a nightmare, it had to be. I quickly pulled the sheet to wrap myself in it, and when I did, I noticed the brown-haired man lying next to me.

Shit. Shit. What did I do?! WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO?! This couldn't be hapenning, this wasn't hapenning. It was all a dream! It had too be! I closed my eyes and pinched myself… but it was of no use. The pain was real, this was happening. Oh no. No. No… wait. I glanced at the man again and noticed he was fully clothed. He was wearing pyjamas, so… Why was I naked?

At that moment, he woke up.

We stared silently at each other for what seemed like an eternity. Neither of us move an inch. And then, as if we'd both been under a spell that had worn off, we sprung off the bed with a scream, to opposites sides of the room. I seccured the sheet around my shoulders, to cover myself.

'Nanda-?', he blinked several, completely confused. His bedhair and those sleepy eyes made him look even more lost than I, almost adorable. His face…

'Oh, my God…' my mouth agape when I recognized that face. The cheekbones, the hazel eyes, the hair. This was impossible. 'Light Yagami?'

God All-Mighty… was I-? No. This was not a dream, I couldn't possibly be imagining all this, I didn't have that much imagination. I stared at his clueless expression with an equally clueless look. But then he frowned and that suddend change froze me right where I was standing.'ittai nani wo yattenndo?! Anata wa dare desu ka?!'

'Huh?' He was talking to me. But why couldn't I understand him?

Okay. All I knew about Japan, I'd learned through mangas, animes and dramas. There's was just one problem, though… that I had no idea how to speak japanese. I mean, I knew the basics every otaku knows: baka, tasukete, urusai, kawaii, desu and on… But I didn't know how to ask for directions, how to buy food, how to ask for a restroom or how to understand a word Light Yagami was saying. But, but… wasn't I supposed to magically learn the language? At least that's what happens in the hundred fanfictions I have read. Why the hell wasn't it happening?!

My heart was pouding in my chest. Panic flooded my senses and I just stood there… Oh, god. Why me? No, no, wrong. Stop. This is bad! Like… this is happening, right? But it is simply not possible! Have I gone insane? I pinched myself again, and it still hurt. Damn, this is not happening… but aparently it is.

'Oe, ni hanashi terunda zo', he said again. Carefully, he walked over. 'Nihongo wo hanasukoto ga dekimasuka?'

I shook my head. 'I don't know what you are saying'. He knew english, right? In the manga he is supposed to know english.

'Who are you?' He said. English, at last. He had a slight accent but it was almost perfect. 'What are you doing in my room? But most importantly, how did you get in?'

'Listen, I don't know… I'm-', I looked around. The light of morning was flooding the bedroom. 'I woke up here, like this…', my cheeks went bright red just by thinking of my abscence of clothing. That was the most ridiculous part of all, why didn't my clothes travel with me? I sighed. At least my glasses did. Calm down, girl. You've got this. 'The truth is that I don't now how I'm here either'.

Light narrowed his eyes at me.'But you know my name', sharp as always.

'Yes.' I swallowed hard. 'It's a little hard to explain but… I'm not from here'

'The girl who can't speak japanese. Really?', he said, sarcastically. I rolled my eyes.

'I don't mean Japan… I mean, this, here', I gestured circles with my arms. 'The anime'

Light frowned. 'What the hell are you talking about?'

I bit my lip for a moment. Was it prudent for me to reveal that I came from a place where he was a character in a manga, and that I had knowledge about what will happen? I mean, this is the stuff you keep for yourself, right? L's name, Raye Penber, the whole Lind L. Taylor thing. At least that is whay I know the girls do in the fanfictions. They lie about what they are to be safe… But, they end up revealing all this stuff anyway when they fall in love with one of guys.

Well, I'm naked in Light's room. There is no lying my way out of this. Unless of course…

'I come from the future if you want to put a name to it', yes, future sounded better than dimension or "the real world" for now. 'I don't know how I travelled back in time, I just know that I did'.

Light raised an eyebrow. 'Right… the future. I'm going to call the police. For all I know you are a stalker', he said picking up the phone from his desk.

'No, no. Wait! I can prove it'

'How?'

'First, I need to now… Are you Kira yet?'

Light glared at me. Ugh, bad idea. Bad. Shit, shit what do I do now? It's too late to take back what I say. He's killed people for less than that and judging by his reaction… he is Kira already. I wonder what date is it, I've written tons of fanfiction, I believe I would be able to place a date in a chapter. Wait… don't astray from the current problem: Light giving me that death glare.

'Did someone asked you do this? Do you actually expect me to believe you are from the future? You are a crazy perverted woman!' Changing the topic. Yeah, he's Kira.

'No. I'm not… I-'I looked around to find a way of proving hin once and for all that what I was saying was true. My glance landed on his desk, and then on the drawer.

I knew exactly what I needed to do.

I walked slowly towards the desk, holding the sheet around my chest with one arm. Light watched me closely as I grabbed a pen and took out the plastic lead. I opened the first drawer, took out the diary, and kneeled in order to open the hidden drawer just like I'd seen him doing in the anime several times, revealing the black notebook.

When I touched it, I finally saw Ryuk. He was flying above the bed. Okay, the way he looked is far less terrifying than what I thought. I couldn't help but giggle wave a hand at him. Oh, I wish I had an apple right now. Maybe Light had one hidden somewhere and… shit.

Light was staring at me in a sort of panic state. He was like frozen, why didn't he move. It was creepy.

'Now you believe me? How could I possibly know where you hide it if you haven't told me yourself?', I dared to ask, but he did not reply. I cleared my throat to make a point and he reacted.

He pushed me aside and secured the notebook almost violently, before turning around to face me again.

'I believe you'. He stated. As simply as that.

'Oh, great. Thank you.' That took less that what I had expected.

'You know my name. So, what is yours?' He asked. I let out a laugh. And Ryuk laughed too again.

'I'm not stupid. I'm not telling you that', I replied but my heart start to race faster when he shot another glare at me. Great, now I had made him angry. 'I know about the death note', I pointed at Ryuk. 'The shinigami too, the apples and about L'

Ryuk chuckled. 'Interesting', apparently he knew english too. Well, that made sense, he did write rules in english after all, didn't he?

'L?', he frowned. 'What do you know?'

'I don't know his name', I lied. 'But I know him, well… kind of. It's complicated, I know who he is. But I don't think he knows me. It's a future thing'.

Light brought a hand to his head and sighed. It was sort of a defeated sigh.

'Okay. You said future… but how long in the future?'

The good thing was that he believed me. The bad one was that he was Kira. But the real REAL problem was how was I going to get out of there. And I don't mean Light's room but the Death Note Universe. I looked at my bare feet, and a cold shiver ran through my back.

But first things first, right?

'Ehem… Do you think I can borrow some clothes?'

Light blinked and look at my body, but inmediately looked the other way with a hand on his neck. 'Yes, that's pertinent', he replied. And I swore I saw a faith red on his cheeks.