Author's Note: Yes, another story. However, this one is going to be like "All My Death Note" and I'm only going to be writing it when I feel like it. I am not obligated to write it, unless you faithful readers wish for me to!! THEN REVIEW!!
Got the idea the other day and HAD to write it. The first half of this chapter is joke after joke after joke, but the rest of the story's going to be just like the second half of this chapter, with laugh lines spread throughout. Takes place now. Okay, spring of either this year or next year. I have come up with an ending, so I know what I want to happen. I did have to do a bit of research...
Warning: Spoilers for Mello's, Matt's, and L's real names. Yaoi. Excessively. Will boost up the rating soon.
Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note. If I did, I would totally have done what is in this story and ruin several people's lives. GOTTA LUV THOSE FANGIRLS!!! I do, however, own the idea of the Life Note. Seriously, I did make it all up. I wish I had one...
Chapter 1
"G-d damn those damn Yaoi Notes!" Light Yagami yelled as another pair of girls passed by him, giggling and writing in small black notebooks. Fangirls were always trying to make him and his best friend, Michael, get together by writing their names in the notebooks. Well, either that or putting the name L Lawliet on that paper to see if the strange man would appear before their eyes to whisk Light away.
Michael laughed as he walked next to his friend, shaking his blond head. "Calm down, dude. Just get over it. It's never going to stop." He kept chuckling, even after Light gave him a dirty look that would've made a young girl—or maybe even a young boy—run crying to their mommy.
And Michael was right. As long as there was the huge fandom for Death Note, there would always be fangirls after Light…and/or his nonexistent gay relationship with L. When the manga first came out, Light was both scared and overjoyed that the main character's name was his own. But then things started getting weird. The Light in the manga looked exactly like him…and shared his ideals. It was really starting to freak him and Michael out.
And then Mello was introduced. And he looked exactly like Michael, except for his lack of scar across his face. (Michael was in a fire when he was younger.) He was okay with the likeness in character because of the cool clothes Mello got to wear…until he received the scar in the manga. Oh, but if that wasn't enough, what about Mello's real name? Mihael Keehl was just a little too close to Michael Keen, don't you think?
Still, the manga—and later, the anime—were amazing and the two teenagers could deal with the odd likenesses. Ah, but they were forgetting one major thing: Girls loved Death Note. And anyone with half a brain knows what that means: FANGIRLS! Suddenly, there was fanfiction everywhere and fanart of L and Light kissing or making out or going further. It was disgusting. And then another couple showed up. One not as equally popular, but still pretty up there.
Back to the present, Michael suddenly stopped making any noise and took to staring at a single boy walked passed them through the halls of the school. Even as he continued walking with Light, his head and eyes followed the redhead. "I swear Miles is in love with me," he finally said when his head was facing the correct direction.
"I swear you're in love with him," Light replied. They had gone over this numerous times. Their answers weren't going to change.
Miles Butler was the loner of the junior class. He had no friends and was always alone…duh. He was a dork, a geek who only liked his video games and his computer. Actually, he was known as the best hacker in the school, though how this was known without anyone talking to him remained a mystery. He always wore a black and white striped shirt that made him look like he belonged in a prison. The only thing that was actually a way for him to snag girls was the one thing he hid the most: His piercing jade eyes always hidden behind orange tinted goggles.
Now, what Death Note fan wouldn't immediately spot Miles as a Matt cosplayer? The thing is he was like this long before the series was created, and Matt wasn't created until later in the series even. Things just keep getting weirder, no? Three guys going to the same school and all of them resemble characters from Death Note even though they have no idea how is quite odd.
It gets odder.
Just then, a Misa Amane replica—down to her love of and devotion to a certain Light Yagami—appears out of the mass of students heading to their next class and squeals as she grabs onto her boyfriend's arm in a death grip. "Light! I missed you all morning! Where were you?!" she screeched in his ear.
Michael chuckled in the background as Light calmly peeled his appendage from the girl's grasp. "Class, Nicole." A let down? Not so much. The name might not have anything to do with Misa Amane, but Nicole Amdell was in fact Miss (Junior) America. Miss A. as she liked to be called. Scary enough for you? Good. The sad thing is, even though she was in love with Light and had been dating him for several years, Light absolutely hated her. Okay, here's one more oddity: as soon as Nicole asked Light out and they starting dating, Misa appeared in Death Note. Things were starting to look a lot less like coincidences.
And of course, Light couldn't refuse her offer. I mean, would any boy in their right mind turn down Miss (Junior) America? Only if you wanted to be dubbed gay for the rest of your school life. There were already the murmurings of an L/Light relationship in that damn manga. He didn't want any more proof of his homosexuality…not that he was gay, mind you.
Light's best friend guffawed at the interaction between the two and Nicole finally noticed him for the first time that day. "Hey, Marshmallow," she greeted giddily.
Michael sighed and turned slowly to her with malice. "How many times do we have to go over this? It's the Melodramatic Marshmallow. And only Light's allowed to call me that!" See where the name Mello comes from? Wait, how is it possible for any of this to be real? Easy, somebody knew all about every single one of them…
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Later that day, Light arrived home to an empty house. Nothing out of the ordinary about that. He took his shoes off and placed them carefully by the door, and then removed his jacket and hung it up in the closet, making sure it would remain wrinkle free. Yeah, this kid had a bit of OCD, but he didn't really mind; just as long as everything on his person and in his possession remained perfect, he cared not one drop about other people.
He then went to the kitchen, grabbed a bag of potato chips—he was the only one in his family to like consommé-flavored potato chips (sound familiar?) —and headed upstairs to his bedroom. Once there, his backpack was dropped next to his desk and his television and computer were turned on. All of this was routine. As he walked to his window to open it wide—it was a nice spring day—Light opened the chips bag and began crunching on his delicious snack.
Just as the blinds were pulled up and his window swung open, something fell before Light's very eyes. He dropped his chips in shock, causing them to fall out the window. "Damn," he hissed as they plummeted to the ground. Whatever had fallen was just a little too close to his face for comfort and he was startled. It could've been bird poop for all he knew!
And that's when Light looked down to see where his chips landed. Of course, he wouldn't be eating them, not when they were probably coated in dirt and germs by now. But he didn't want to leave the litter outside. Next to the shiny bag with crushed chips scattered around it was a white rectangle.
"No," Light whispered. This seemed too eerily real. It looked like a book, a notebook. "No, this can't be happening…the Death Note is completely fictional. I don't care that me and a bunch of other people I know were characters. It just makes no sense…" He tried arguing with himself, but to no avail.
Maybe he could just leave the notebook there, not pick it up. But what about all that damn curiosity he held? He could just not go down there at all to get the chips bag, but his mother would wind up seeing it…and then the notebook. She would assume both were Light's, then pick up the book to bring it back to her son. But if she did that, wouldn't she be the first to touch the notebook and therefore the rightful owner? Oh shit, but if that happened…Wait, what was he thinking? The Death Note wasn't real; that notebook wasn't one of Death; and he most certainly was going to go down and pick up his garbage, ultimately bringing the book with him.
And that is how Light decided to go downstairs and exit his house through the sliding glass doors into his backyard, pick up his useless chip bag along with the white book that were right beneath his window, and go back inside, only to lock himself in his room with the window shut tight and covered.
The crumpled bag was in his garbage and the notebook was lying on his desk. He turned his desk lamp on, turned his TV off, shut down his computer, and sat himself down in front of the odd book. On the cover were the words "Life Note" in black, elegant handwriting.
"Okay, this is getting really freaky," Light said to himself. How could a book fall out of the sky and land right in front of the one destined for this kind of shit? Really, this had to do something with fate. Taking a deep breath, not sure what he'd find, Light opened the front cover to the first page. On the front inside cover were black words engraved into the white background.
How to Use
*The one whose name is written in this notebook shall be under complete control of the user.
*This note will not take effect unless the writer has the person's face in their mind when writing his or her name. Therefore, people sharing the same name will not be affected.
*Once a name is written, anything written on that page affects that person. One may write that person's name on another page and that page shall be counted as a continuation of the prior page(s).
*The note shall never run out of pages.
*This note can be used to control any aspect of any human's life. Other than that, there are no rules.
Light gasped. How could this be possible? It was so similar to the Death Note, except…it controlled anything. And the person didn't have to die! And by the looks of it, there was no time limit to writing things. Well, that was convenient.
However, there was still the fact that this was impossible and obviously fake. Light scoffed and slammed the notebook shut. He threw it into the trashcan next to his desk, hearing the crackle of the object hitting his forgotten chip bag.
"A notebook that can control others, yeah right," he said with a chuckle as he stood and walked to his bed. He didn't understand how he had been so worked up over nothing. It was just a stupid prank, he was sure of it. Sighing in frustration, he landed on his back, bouncing up slightly and putting his hands behind his head. "Just a damn prank," the teenager muttered, closing his eyes.
"I assure you this is no prank, Light Yagami," a familiar monotone voice called out, echoing around Light's bedroom in a way that wasn't possible for such a small space. Said bedroom owner shot up and opened his eyes to find a strange pale man with black hair and eyes to match sitting oddly in his chair, a glow settling around him. The man looked and sounded like none other than L.
Light screamed and pulled himself as far away from the man as possible, only stopping when his back hit his headboard. How was this possible? A notebook falls out of the sky and claims it's a "Life Note" and then a man resembling a manga/anime character down to his bottomless eyes finds his way into his bedroom? This was all too surreal, all a dream. That was it; this was all just a nightmare; there was no other explanation.
He pinched his arm to wake up. Nothing happened except the pain now centered there. Light screamed again in realization that this was all real. There really was such a thing as a Life Note and this person must be the god/owner of the notebook that had somehow fallen—literally—into Light's possession. "No, no, no!" he kept repeating, taking his head into his hands and shaking violently.
Because of his loud protestations, Light did not hear the strange glowing man stand up and come to sit next to him on his bed. He did, however, feel warm arms wrap around him and a soothing hand rub circles on his back, trying to calm him down. Somehow, it worked. He didn't know why, but the presence of "L" was soothing in itself and had a peaceful aura. Once Light had calmed down enough, he was able to hear sounds issuing form "L."
"Shhh…shhh…calm down, Light," he was saying. That worked even more and soon, Light was quiet, eyes closed—but not tightly like before—and leaning into the other. When everything was silent, Light could've sworn he heard "L" murmur, "And Near swore he would take it all in stride from the beginning…" with a sigh.
"Who are you?" Light asked, staring at the blinds glowing white with the afternoon light. He needed to know, needed to know that this wasn't L, a fictional character.
The one still holding him chuckled and answered, "I knew you wouldn't beat around the bush. Well, actually I didn't know you would respond the way you did just now, but I do know that it would hurt your pride if I was to remember this, so no one shall find, do not worry." Light turned around with a slight glare in his eyes. How did this man know that about him? Did he assume it from Death Note and the fact that Light was, well, Light? Or was he the one who spied on him and the others and was the real creator of the series?
"L" let out another chuckle and said, "Right, right, your question. Who am I? I'm L Lawliet, spirit of the Life Note you have acquired. Well, I should say I gave it to you…I've been watching you, Light, and now I do believe you are worthy to have a notebook of the power of the Life Note in your possession. Use it wisely." He let go of Light and stood. The other remained silent. "I do believe you are knowledgeable about the series Death Note, am I correct?" Light nodded. "Then you will understand that I cannot leave your side until you die? There's no giving this notebook back and losing all your memories. However, there is also no such thing as 'the user of this note shall know nothing but misery' or 'the user of this note can go to neither heaven nor hell.'" He smiled and sat himself back in the chair.
Light just nodded and continued staring at L. This was really not good. Yet, it made so much sense…in some sort of way.
"Oh, and of course, you're the only one who can see or hear me," L added on a side note. Oh, good, this was going to be just like having Ryuk around. "Unless you let others touch the Life Note, which I don't recommend." Light nodded once more and lied back down on his bed, shutting his eyes.
Life just got a hell of a lot more complicated.
Author's Note: How'd you like it? I did do a bit of research for the chip flavor and the rules. And yes, the real first rule was "the human whose name..." I did that on purpose. Just saying. The second rule is copied word for word and the rest I made up - though the Death Note really doesn't run out of paper. Read "How To Read 13" I'm serious. I had fun writing those rules...
About the "Eyes"...They're coming up but I didn't want everything spoiled now. So, yes, Near is a character, but you haven't met him yet. And won't for a while. But trust me, he's as important as everyone else mentioned.
Nicole was a random name. Everything else was completely not random. Virtual cookie cake to anyone who can figure out Miles's last name!!! I had fun w/ all those names too, btw. Please review. It will undoubtly make me update faster. Any questions? Just ask. I'll gladly answer.
