Author Note: So this is my first shot at a Death Note fanfic. I got the idea for this story from a dream I had, believe it or not. I use pictures as my inspiration, so on my profile, there will be a chapter image for each. Check them out if you want, sometimes they don't even really go with the theme of the chapter, but they give me my ideas. Thank you! Review please! Enjoy :)

Full summary: When Anju Akiyama moved to Japan to escape her past, she never excepted this. After finding a strange notebook on the ground, she's now wrapped up in a dangerous world full of lies and pain. Light planned on killing her as soon as he saw her with his Death Note, but he's found a better use for her. Get L to suspect her of being Kira(so he is clear), get close to the witty detective, find out his name, and then finish him off. This mission started off hard, and its only going to get harder. Anju Akiyama never figured she fall in love with him, but boy is she falling. Can she still finish out the plan, and save her own life. Or will her newfound love get in the way?


Killing to Love You

Chapter One


The Strange Notebook

Ratted, destroyed, high-top, converse patted the street silently. The pair of black shoes had seen better days. Writing, paint, and dirt covered the shoes, fading them out, and creating holes. The soles of the shoes were long worn down, and covered in earth.

Small feet were shoved in the shoe, socks protected them from the rough material. Each toe was painted a different color, one green, one blue, one purple, yellow, red, orange, etc. The colors contrasted with the cream-colored skin.

Connected to the feet were long, lean legs, seemingly stretching on forever, but hidden from the world. Grey jeans clung to them hopelessly, like an extra pair of skin. Holes were shredded on the knees and thighs, exposing the same colored skin as the feet.

They continued along until hips were shown, jutting out from the body in a too-skinny fashion. They were perfectly sized, giving the body a perfect figure, and connecting to the, also too-skinny, legs. A bit of weight might do this body good.

The hips, stomach and chest of the body were covered in a black hoodie. It clung to the small form loosely, and hung off the thin shoulders. The sleeves covered the wrists and part of the hands. The hood was drawn over the person's head.

Black, fingerless gloves coated the hands, and long, pale fingers were exposed. The fingernails were painted black, a tiny bat on the thumb, gleaming with yellow eyes. Ink was splashed onto the tips of the fingers.

Long white hair fell out of the hood, and piled down the chest, landing just above the waist. It was perfectly straight until the end, were it curled in slightly. Bangs fell directly to the tips of the eyelashes, and surrounded the face.

Two big, doe-like eyes was glaring down at the street as the fall rain pounded on the person's back. They were surrounded by long eyelashes, and dark eye shadow. Black eye liner outlined them, contrasting with the light green hue of the eyes.

A petite nose covered in freckles was half hidden under the hair, as were thin pink lips.

'Who is this girl?', that's what you may be asking. Of course, you have no idea who she is…Does anyone really? Most walking down the street would turned their nose up, not finding her the least bit interesting. She wasn't really. She was just a lost soul.

Anju Miyako Akiyama. That was her full name. She was an outcast in a world full of lies. Hidden deep were scars from the past, and wounds never healed. Looking at her, you could tell she was poor.

She lived alone with her eighteen year old self, working at the local café. She didn't go to college, she couldn't afford it, but she was smart. She mostly used her free time to paint and write, but occasionally, when the café was empty, you could see her doing math on napkins.

She held her black knapsack close to her, and hunched her shoulders in from the cold. Her whole body was wet from the rain, and tears mixed in with the rain falling from the grey sky. As she walked through a puddle, the water splashed around her, soaking her shoes.

Just as she was crossing the street, she noticed something. A black notebook was sitting on the ground, and though it was pouring rain, it remained dry. Curious, she bent down and snatched it up. She stood up and examined it.

The notebook was completely plain except for two words written in Japanese on the front cover. Death Note. She opened a few pages and read the "rules". She rolled her eyes at the fact someone would joke around about death like this.

She only realized she was still standing in the middle of the road when a car honked at her. She shot her middle finger up, and walked off the street. The car sped away and she continued walking.

She read more about the notebook, and skipped to the next page. Names were written in neat characters, and she frowned reading them. They were all recent criminals that Kira had killed. Was this person recording Kira's killings?

Just as she passed an empty alley, someone grabbed her by the shirt and yanked her down. She let out a scream as they pulled her into the dark, narrow path, and clamped a hand over her mouth.

She bit the hand, and the person let go, exclaiming loudly. She made a run for it, but the person, once again, grabbed her shirt and pushed onto the ground. She landed roughly and let out a squeak, biting down on her lip.

She tasted metal in her mouth, and realized her lip was bleeding. She looked up at her attacker and saw a boy that looked her age. He was attractive with neat, brown hair, and matching eyes.

He glared at her, and snatched the notebook from her hands. A figure appeared floating behind him, and she looked up. A huge grin was marked on the creatures face as red eyes gleamed at her.

She let out a startled scream and the boy slapped a hand over her mouth, looking at the open to see if anyone noticed. No one stopped to see what was wrong, but kept walking by. Anju watched with distressed eyes at people just kept walking by, paying no attention to the crime folding out.

The boy yanked her chin towards him, forcing her to look at him.

"If you don't want to be killed, you will listen." He whispered forcibly, "I'm going to remove my hand from your mouth and you are going to stay quiet. You will follow me into our next destination and by no means will you talk. Got it?"

Anju nodded, her green eyes wide in fright. The boy nodded back and let go of her mouth. She remained quiet and followed him out of the alley, ignoring the creature laughing behind them. He walked fast through the crowd and Anju had to jog to keep up.

He pushed through the people and walked down a street with lined-up houses. She thought about running away as they were in the crowd, but he kept a firm hold on her wrist, squeezing tightly. She was sure there would be a bruise there tomorrow.

She followed him and they stopped in front of a respectably sized, two-story house. He pulled a key out from his pocket, and Anju thought fast. She could either try to make a run for, and possibly be caught and killed, or she could follow this stranger into his house and be killed later.

She decided to take her chances and run. Just as she made a break for it, he grabbed her upper arm harshly and dragged her inside the house. She tried to break free, but the boy was to strong for her.

He slammed the door behind him and Anju heard footsteps echo in the house. Her eyes widen even further in fright at the fact he might have an accomplice. The door leading into another room swung open, and Anju took an intake of breath.

"Light, your home!" A warm voice said, Anju's head shot up. A petite woman walked in wiping her hands on a kitchen towel. She looked like Light with light brown hair and warm eyes. Anju was sure that this was his mother.

"And you brought a friend!" She said, excitedly, "Oh, your drenched, honey. You're going to get sick, I think Sayu might have some clothes that would fit you!"

"Um, Hi, Mom." Light said, rubbing the back of his neck, "This is…"

He trailed off, not knowing her name. Anju figured she should step in, but he did tell her after all not to speak. He glanced at her, a sign to tell her name, so she responded.

"Akiyama, Anju." She said, bowing. Her Japanese was raw, and it was clearly shown that this language was not her native tongue. It had a slight Irish accent to it, and judging by her light hair and freckles, Light figured she was from Ireland.

"Nice to meet you, Akiyama-san." She said with a gentle smile, "I'm Yagami, Sachiko."

Anju gave her a small smile, trying to hide her frightened state. She gave a nod and Light opened his mouth to talk again.

"Now that formalities are done, we'll be going up to my room, Mom." Light said, "Don't bother with clothes, we'll only be a few minutes."

Light grabbed Anju's wrist and yanked her up the stairs. The white-haired girl sent the older woman a smile and bow and followed the boy up the stairs. Anju felt a bit better knowing his mother was downstairs.

As soon as they were in the room, Light slammed the door shut behind them, and leaned on it, crossing his arms. Anju watched him with frightened eyes and hugged her body close, shivering.

"Anju, huh?" He smirked, walking over to his desk. He sat down on the computer chair and pulled open his book bag. He grabbed the black notebook that Anju had found on the floor and placed it on the desk.

"Do you know what this is?" He asked, taunting her. She frowned and looked at the black book.

"A notebook?" She said as a figure flew into the room. Her eyes widen further, and she bit the inside of her cheek so she wouldn't scream from fright. The creature laughed at her answer.

"Yes, but it's a special notebook." Light said, "A Death Note."

"Death Note?" She said, clicking her tongue in disbelief.

"Tell me, did you happen to read the instructions when you had the notebook, Anju?" He asked. Anju nodded her head. She did read them, but found them childish and stupid. She figured it was an immature prank.

"Thought they were fake, did you?" He said, his smug smirk still intact, "So did I…at first."

He motioned for her to look out the window behind her. She turned around, then leaned out the window and saw a lone figure walking under the street lamp. His hood was drawn over his head, and he had a bottle of beer in his hand.

Light scribbled something in his notebook, and then pulled back the sleeve on his sweater, checking his watched. Forty-seconds later, the figure fell to the floor, clutching his heart.

Anju slapped a hand over her mouth as tears formed in her eyes. A minute later, after wiggling around on the ground for a good fifty seconds, the man dropped dead. Tears leaked out of her eyes as she gasped.

"That man was Kuro Motuo. He-" Anju cut Light off by sprinting towards the door. This boy had used that notebook to kill that man by knowing his name, she was certain he would kill her, and so she took her only chance of running.

Her hand reached for the doorknob, but Light grabbed her roughly around the waist. He tossed her onto the bed and threw himself on top of her. She went to scream for help, hoping his mom would hear, but he covered her mouth.

She fought with him, trying to push him off, but he grabbed her hands in his other, and pinned them above her head.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you, Anju." He taunted, "I could kill you right now."

Anju didn't doubt him.

"As I was saying," He said, still laying on top of her. She wiggled underneath him, and tried to break free, "That man raped five woman, but our legal system let him go with a simple smack on the wrist. He got what he deserved."

Anju believed that Motuo should be in prison, but killing was killing. She knew that this man holding her down was Kira, and she knew she would be killed. She only hoped to get to the police before he finished her off.

"I am Kira." He whispered into her ear, letting go of her mouth, "And I will be God of this world."

She tried to move her legs out from under him, but his tall frame was too strong for her.

"You're nothing but a murderer." She spat, harshly. His head shot up and his eyes glared into hers. With a swipe of the arm, he slapped her in the face. A drip of blood poured out of her lip, and she let her head fall sideways.

"I am God." He snarled. Anju blinked back the tears in her eyes. She didn't want to die. Not here, not now. She wished she was safe at her apartment, alone with a cartoon of ice-cream and her plaid pajamas.

"Are you going to kill me?" She whispered. Light looked at her for a second, and then let out a crazed laugh. He kept her arms pinned above her head, and ran a finger down her neck, stopping just above her left breast. Her breathing grew heavy from fright.

Glancing at her lips, he smirked, "No, I have a better use for you."

A/N: Yay! A chapter is done! I'm excited :P

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