Summary: On the plain surface its just another Death Note yoai fanfic, but like a creamcheese bagel, the bread underneath is a philosophical mirage that may tamper with the true spelling of man buttsex. Perhaps bagel was a bad example, but nevertheless- this story is set in total seriousness that will more or less contain emotional breakdowns and eventually mutal love confessions. Sooner or later. So read on, young grasshoppers!
Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note, made by mangaka God, Obata-sensei. The Fangirl is not based on anybody in particular, just a individual subculture within our population. (And yes, the title "yoai" is intentionally misspelled, it came from an interesting encounter with a PWP fanfiction. )
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Just Another DN Yoai Fanfiction
Chapter 1: Google, Bloody Google
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It was a day of nothing extrodinary at the headquarters.
Everybody went on with their business with a familiar routine and mindless precision, like usual. It started like just anyother day, and Raito Yagami can't see how it's going to be any different from the ordinary. Yagami was tired of the daily shmuck, he really was. He was wary of playing both roles of the good guy and the bad guy. Maybe the mind games were getting to him; or maybe he missed his old way of life as a high schooler. Either way, Raito knows his boredom can't do good for L's suspicion of him. But perhaps it will help, since Kira would pretend to care very much so for the case. So if Raito did act bored it might clear his name since he is acting like a normal, sane highschooler. But! What if L knows that Raito knows that bordom will make him more unlike Kira?! L would indeed be more suspcious of Raito now wouldn't he!?? On the other hand…if Raito knows that L knows that Raito knows…then he, Raito Yagami has the upper hand in things! Though…if L wo—Raito stopped there. He was thinking way too much again, this wouldn't do for his blood pressure. He quickly turned on his heels and quickly strided to the bathroom to do some sudoku; like usual.
As he locked the bathroom door behind him, he pretended he wasn't aware of two bulgy fish-eyes staring and calculating his every move. Damn no-life.
L nibbled on his creampuff and snapped out of his trance. He had been watching Yagami again…it wasn't as much watching as automatically tracking. He was so preoccupied with Kira, aka Yagami; his eyes followed him like an involuntary action. Lovely, I didn't know eyes could do that. L reminded himself to add this to his checklist of superpowers. He nibbled some more, relishing the cream around in his mouth…and painfully reminded that his molars are going to be drilled this Sunday. Bloody bacteria.
Nothing unusal ever happened, it's all the same ol' same ol'.
Though little did they know, a young, teenage, and fully hormone-pumped adolesence was going to be born into the world of yaoi.
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This girl, she whose-name-shalt-not-be-mentioned, is just a statistic among many, millions of others. Let's call her, Fangirl, FG for short. She had been searching on the web for some nice shojo manga to drown out the day, since she decided that she had outgrown Sailor Moon. Or perhaps she had reread it once too many times, and that defeated the purpose of surprise, and maybe some nonexistent plot. She had to find another fandom to latch on to, so she won't wander through the harsh environment of the anime kingdom, like dust in the wind. FG is also in desperate need of a bishie to fantasize about while she sleeps through math class.
FG flitted through sites that came up on google under "anime manga"; but so far, none appealed to her one-dimensioned personality. The mangas contained too much plot, too much angst, and too little bishie-harem.
Then, a single blue link came up, shining with an aura of mystery. It depicted a single word, YAOI. Mystified, and if not a little curious, she ventured on and clicked the link.
She did not come out of her room for the rest of that day.