I was thinking about the manga, and I remembered Light saying something like "If a little kid got the Death Note, he would probably just use it on people he didn't like." So it gave me an idea.
This going to be an extreme altered universe. If it's not your thing, don't read. Warning: this chapter is a test. If I get no reviews within a certain time, I may take it down. I've never written a story quite like this, so this could go really bad. Well, I hope you enjoy.
-SlytherinDemigod13
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"Another fight this morning? Wow, that's not good," Light murmured. He held on tightly to the chains on the swing, watching the other kids run around on the play ground. Some played tag, some deeply gossiped (or as deeply as fourth graders could), some were being yelled at by teachers. Screams of joy and excitement came from all corners of the gravel covered lawn.
Multiple classes filing in to take a short break from the classroom, never seeming to stop, each adding to the noise.
In a word, it was chaos.
It was the big kid playground, only third grade and up, no kindergarten, first or second. They had there own, think goodness. If the chaos where to double, Light wouldn't be able to handle it.
"Yeah, I saw it up close! Two fifth graders! One stabbed the other with a pencil," Misa temporarily let go of the swing and did a gesture with her hand, like she had a knife.
"Both sent to the nurse. It was insane!"
Light snorted. "That's one way to put it, Misa... Haven't you seen enough fights to have gotten over it?"
Light eyed his friend carefully, waiting for an answer. When she said nothing, he sighed.
"They're has literally been a fight every week since school started. The teachers don't do anything about it. Principal Watari tries, but he just doesn't have enough help."
Miso shook her head. "It's not that bad."
Light rolled his eyes. Misa was his best friend, but she was just so wrong a lot. Sure, Light suspected there were worse schools, but his was pretty bad. Not only with the fights, but also with bullying. Light had thought elementary school would be fun, but he felt so overlooked. Some other kids would pick on him, just because he was different. Maybe it was the way he dressed, maybe it was his interests, maybe it was because he was so smart. He only had one real friend, Misa. People would often tease the both of them, ask them if they were dating or when the marriage would be.
He hated them.
"This school is just a mess. And no one cares about me, anyway."
Misa looked at him sadly. "I do, Light."
Light smiled at her. "I know you do, Misa."
They sat in silence for the rest of recess, until the old fashioned school bell ripped through the playground, telling the students it was time to go back to class.
Misa sighed, her small amount of freedom was gone.
Light also sighed, he just wanted to go home.
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"Light and Misa sittin' in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!"
Light briefly looked up from his math worksheet. He rolled his eyes.
"Shut up, Mariko."
The girl huffed. "You shut up! It's not my fault you love her so much."
"I don't love her."
Mariko laughed. "Maybe you wouldn't, if you were a normal kid." the girl chuckled lightly before returning to her work.
Light, however, didn't get back to his math. He stared at Mariko. He was used to people saying such things, Mariko was one if the worst. But just because it happened so often, didn't mean it never hurt. Light lost another piece of his self esteem every time it happened. Pretty soon, it would all be gone.
He sighed, looking across the room to where Misa sat. She was staring at nothing, bored out of her mind. Her pencil was on the floor, she had dropped it and not even bothered to pick it up.
She was completely about of it.
Light rested his face in his hands. He could feel Mariko staring at him.
And he hated it.
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The walk home was short, but Light enjoyed it. It was the only time he had any alone time. At home, he could always hear his family talking through the walls or he was forced to do something with them. School had it's obvious flaws.
This was the only time he got with just himself, and he liked it.
He looked down at the sidewalk as he thought about his day. The fight, recess, Mariko. Who knew 4th grade could be so hard?
He was almost to his house when something caught his sight on the sidewalk. It wasn't what was normal there, trash or sometimes lost clothes, which he normally passed by.
But this was different. It was a book. Solid black, medium thickness. It looked like a journal.
Across the cover, in large letters, were the words Death Note.
Well, that is the first chapter. Please tell me how it was, should I continue? Constructive criticism very welcome.
