[a/n] the idea wouldn't go away, even though it's completely different than what I usually write. So here you have a DN/Maximum Ride crossover in which Max is her gloriously sarcastic, kick-butt self. How will she fit into the world of Death Note?
Chapter 1: Look what Misa-misa found!
"Just because I can't fly doesn't mean I can't kill you!" I screamed harshly into the empty air, not caring that the guy with the sniper was probably going to find me and finish me off.
So much had happened. I'd been chilling with the Flock, and everything was all right as we flew off into the sunset… Just kidding. You know enough about me to know that I don't fly into the sunset.
No, instead I get shot by some kind of evil sniper, almost fall to my death, on top of it all I discover that my wing's been shot through and my arm's practically broken. And what's happened to the Flock? Why didn't Fang come when I plummeted like a rock towards almost certain doom? Did the sniper get them? And ouch, my wing actually has a hole in it.
Not that I'm going to whine about it. I'm the strongest, and that's why I'm the leader of the Flock. I'll find them, no matter what it takes. Although right now I'm barely in any shape to move.
"LOOK WHAT MISA-MISA FOUND!"
I barely propped myself on my elbow, trying to ignore the loud and annoying girl in front of me. "Seriously."
"Misa-misa thinks you're unhappy." The girl mused. She was wearing the most idiotic outfit I could begin to conceive of, filled with ruffs and frills and bows in unnecessary places…and way too much pink. "Misa misa didn't think she would find someone like this while she was on her way to her next modeling tour!"
"I'm guessing you're Misa-misa." I said. "All right."
Time to ditch this strange girl and move out.
"FANG!" I called, as loudly as I could. "FANG!" Coughing, I brought a hand to my mouth. It came away wet with blood.
"My name is Misa." Her mascara-ed blue eyes widened as she knelt next to me. "Are these…wings?"
"Yes…uh, no!" I said, becoming panicked as I heard approaching voices and footsteps. What city was this again? "It doesn't matter. Misa, whoever you are, just-"
"Only a few minutes until the paparazzi come." Misa told me, looking behind her. "And did you just cough up blood? I'm taking you to my doctor!"
"No, Misa, please-"
"Or else you can be swallowed by the paparazzi!"
"Uh…that's okay…"
I said a silent apology to the Flock as I allowed Misa to drag me to my feet and towards what I assumed was medical help. Not that I like asking people for help, but there is such a thing as death from too much blood loss. Which is not good at all.
I looked behind me and immediately wished I hadn't. Misa hadn't been kidding about the paparazzi, because there was a mob of reporters that looked ready to tackle us. My paranoia senses were tingling insanely as I limped along after Misa.
"Quick! In here!" Misa yelped, shoving me unceremoniously through some doorway and slamming the door behind us. I do not take kindly to being shoved, so it was all I could do to keep myself from leveling a punch at her face.
"This is Misa-misa's life!" Misa said happily. "Chased everywhere by people who love me way too much! What's your name?"
"Uh…I'm Max." I said grudgingly. "Now. Where were we again? Medical attention?"
"We're in Japan." Misa said uncertainly.
"I mean medical attention."
Right!" Misa chirped.
I could already tell this was going to be a long, long day.