Death Note: The Work of a Child

It was a dark and stormy day. (a/n I apologize, I REALLY wanted to use that intro, but never got the chance to…lol) The birds hid in their nests, and most sane creatures found shelter from the ever thickening clouds that threatened to spill all of its wet harvestings at any given moment. Quite frequently, a loud, ominous rumble could be heard at intervals that seemed to occur more and more regularly.

The thick clouds seemed to have broken a few leaks, and were now releasing large, wet droplets that splashed on the sidewalks, streets, buildings, and all others that were exposed to the dark sky. A small figure, however, was walking at an awfully slow pace toward her home from her visit to the library. Seeing that the rain droplets had grown larger, and fell more, the small girl took off her backpack and plopped it on the ground. The child's eyebrows knitted into a frown as she searched through her stuff with absolute concentration.

After tears and curses (that 6-year olds should NOT know…), the girl emerged with a fairly large umbrella, which she opened with the usage of the automatic button that opened the umbrella with a drum-like "pomp." The rain at this point was more or less like the shower head on jet mode. So, in this case, the girl and her backpack were already soaked during her panicked search for an umbrella.

Shivering, the girl picked up her backpack and continued to trudge on her journey home. Occasionally, she would sweep back her silver hair that had now set its mind on matting its wet mass over the child's face. Muddy water sloshed at her feet and went up to her ankle at points.

After sloshing through only one block, the girl stubbed her toe on a hard object and said in the sweetest little voice, "Aww…F***…Damn rectangular object that's black and has "Death Note" written on it…" (hence the child has told you ~more or less~ what she encountered that day…however, you still have to read my blabbering! ~haha…)

The girl glared at the book, her cheeks flushed with…rage, or perhaps embarrassment. Taking a crumpled and damp, and somewhat unpleasant wad of…napkin (I think… might've been her homework though…), she took hold of the book, and was in the process of throwing it all the way to the happy pits of hell. At that moment, she saw that the book was fairly new, had a leather cover(or something that looked like leather) with a cool title punched on it, and the paper was better than manilla paper quality.

Wiping as much mud off the cover as humanely possible(with a "napkin"), the girl tucked the book under her armpit and strutted home.