Burning at the Bottom of the Sea

by TheDeathNoteFreak

Takamoto Aki is hiding one big secret from everyone outside her family and friends: despite her boyish apearance, she's really a girl! How will this shy girl learn find friends, and how will she react to a certain black haired detective? L OC

1. Preface

Burning at the Bottom of the Sea
Preface

TheDeathNoteFreak

I do not own Death Note.

I'd always for warned the people who came to me to stay away from my little deception and myself. I never told them what I did to deceive others- or how I did it, for that matter- but I did tell them not to get involved with someone like me. But people getting involved was still a problem. Girls always seem to get involved with men. And to others, I seemed to be a man, and so they always got involved.

But I wasn't a boy. I was a girl, and I still am. But according to any normal human's eyes, I was (or am) a teenage boy. A not-confident boy, but a boy nonetheless. And in a completely different region of my country- The Kanto region of Japan- where blue eyes were envied and were sought after, I became a gorgeous boy.

This caused- as you can tell- many problems for me at my new home.

I tried to tell the man who took me in, but he wouldn't listen. He put me under alias as a boy, and I had to act as one. It was too late. Until I got home, I would play the part of Akira Tadashi instead of Aki Takamoto.

As time went on, I came to regret never coming fourth with the truth.

Especially did I regret it as I stared into the dark, wide eyes of the man who'd given me everything I needed- food, the large baggy clothing I desired, and a comfortable bed to rest in when night arrived. I could see the emotion laced in his eyes, but I could never read it. The emotions of a man who almost never used them are very shocking, and when you try to understand them it's almost similar to reading a book while a thunderstorm is booming right over your head. But where there is a problem there is always a solution. My guardian taught me that. The only problem is finding the key to the lock.

To find out how the book ends, all you have to do is duck under a tree and put in some ear plugs. This is is why a man's emotions that confusing can be better compared to hearing someone in a grocery store speak Chinese for the first time. Fast, irrational, choppy, boxy, and impossible to understand. Impossible without a dictionary, I mean. But how can I buy a dictionary for one man's emotions? Can he write me one? I think not. Maybe I'm thinking too far ahead. Maybe all I need to do is ask.