"A death note? Really? They expect me to believe that?" the brunette looked at the black notebook she had grabbed off the street. "Still, you can never have too many notebooks. And who knows maybe it can kill." Snorting she slid the note into her bag and continued the final blocks home, mentally reciting her homework.
Letting herself into the looked house Anna dumped her art case in her room and continued into the lounge. Her parents wouldn't be home for at least another hour and homework wasn't that entertaining. The s getting to her Anna flicked the TV on, flipping it to a music channel briefly before turning it off in disgust. Justin Bieber. She hated the kid and his music, homework looking more appetising she pulled her books from her bag.
The Death Note slipped out. Glancing thought the rules she eyed the TV speculatively. If this was something like Kira's weapon/power then maybe there was some use for the little black book other than doodles and notes. Grabbing a pen she wrote quickly.
Justin Bieber, stabs himself in the eye with a pen and dies three months later of ink poising. Laughing at herself she dropped the book in her bag, really what was she thinking? A note book as Kira's weapon of choice?
By the time her parents came home she had all but forgotten about the book.
Three months passed and Anna was finishing her homework (an essay on the differences between Meiosis and Mitoses) when the news caught her attention.
"Teen pop sensation Justin Bieber finally succumbed to ink poising, ending his three week hospital stay on gruesome terms..." Anna gaped at the TV in shock.
"What a ridicules way to die." Her Mum shook her head in disbelief.
"WHAT?" her Dad shouted from the kitchen.
"Justin Bieber died from ink poising, from when he stabbed himself with that pen, remember?" Mum shouted back at Dad
"Don't look alarmed, get your Death Note and meet me outside." Anna glanced around, looking foe that voice.
"Anna? What are you doing?" the girl blinked at her mother.
"Nothing, just thought I heard something." Wandering gout of her room Anna's eyes widened almost comically.
She had killed Justin Bieber. She had written ink poising in the book and it happened. Did that mean the voice had been... a Shinigami? Grabbing the black book from under her bed – where all things end up eventually – Anna hurried downstairs and out the back door.
"About time you got here." the voice came from a beautiful woman with blond hair and red eyes. She could have been a super model, until she turned to face Anna completely. Forcing the girl to hold back her gag reflex.
While the woman's left side was beautiful, her right was anything but. That side of her face was a skull with some strands of hair cling to her scalp. The rest of her body was a mix of bare bone and rotting flesh. The woman – Shinigami –she reminded herself, was half dead.
"My name is Hel." She/It said "how do you like my note book, Anna?" Hearing her name brought the girl out of her state of shock.
"So it's true? All the rules and stuff in that book?" Anna's mind was racing to keep up with the influx of information. "Are you here to take it back or can I keep it?" the Death God looked vaguely amused.
"You can keep the book if you wish, but surrendering the Note will result in losing all memory of it." Anna nodded, looking thoughtful.
"And can people only see you if they've what... touched the book?" Hel nodded.
"Or a part of it" Making a mental note not to let anyone touch the book and moved on.
"Ok, do you need food or anything? Assuming you'll be following me around of cores."
"I will tell you if I require anything" Hel assured with a roll of her eye.
"Okay then, you do that." Anna walked back inside and Hel followed with a sigh.
It was the first official day of the term 1/2 holidays when Anna put her plan into action. First she photocopied the rules of the Death Note. Saving them in a word document and writing down everything that happened since finding it. Then she made a video.
It really was amazing the stuff you could do with a web cam, editing software, and an internet connection.
Anna smiled at the uploaded video, three hours and it was already going viral and 'NoteTheAnarchy' had subscribers by the bucket load.
"What this?" Hel had been absent for the day, off hiding some pages of the death note.
"Listen." Anna said, hitting the play button and smirking at her distorted voice.
"Hello, I am Anarchy. You will by now have heard about the death of teen sensation Justin Bieber. I am the one who caused this. I can kill anyone. I am not Kira, I am not L. I do not care who you are, where you are, or what you do. I can end you. I am holding the world to ransom and there is nothing you can give me that will change this. To prove that I am not jumping on the 'I am Kira' bandwagon at 3:10 pm on the 23 of April Greenwich mean time Miley Cyrus will bite through her tongue and die from the blood lose. Look on the bright side; you have a one in over seven billion chance of death. Don't piss me off, your odds go up.
"Until next time." Anna looked up at Hel.
"Do you like it?" The Shinigami tilted her head to the side.
"Is the user photo a picture of me?" Hel glanced up and saw Anna's too-innocent expression.
"Maybe?" Anna smiled widely. "So what do you think of my broadcast? Not bad for a few hours work, eh?"
"Well, at least you promise to be interesting." Anna just laughed.
A/N – So, this is my first Death Note fanfiction. I can't promise regular updates or anything like it. I'm doing this because it seems rather natural for someone who hasn't had such a justice orientated life as Light did to just treat it like a game. Anna does have a few mental issues that will explain how... easy she is treating this which will come into play later. Hel is based on how I invasion the Nordic Queen of the Underworld Hel the Halfborn. She is the child of Loki in mythology but here is just another disturbing Death God.
TTFN
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