A/N: Hey-ho! I suck at keeping up with my writing, I know. I've gone through some personal stuff in my life the past 9 months, but I've finally got a break and I decided to use it to my advantage. The first thing on my list was watch all the animes I've been wanting to for such a long time, and at the top of my list along with a friend's recommendation came Death Note. I'm not necessarily a weeaboo but I've watched quite a few animes in my day and I am genuinely shocked that it took me so long to get into it! I actually watched the first episode, maybe, six years ago but now here I am! I fell in love with it entirely and it is definitely one of my all-time favorite shows now, if not my absolute favorite. I am honestly extremely passionate about this particular piece. I took a while coming up with, hopefully, a more unique story and not as Mary-Sue, like other Death Note fanfictions I've come across. I'm sorry this was so long, but I would really appreciate follows and favorites if you enjoy this! Reviews are extremely helpful, too! I love to hear feedback on my writing. If you have the time and anything you'd want to say, feel free to give me any advice or comments! Thank you so much for taking the time to read my work.
It hadn't been long since the Kira killings began to be brought to the public's attention. Once he was officially nicknamed by the Internet, it snowballed from there. He was everywhere, watching and waiting. It was almost futile to continue committing crimes; it was truly incomprehensible why criminals did so. Kira had everyone wrapped around his finger ever so diligently and barely anyone, especially those of whom not in their right mind, could ever understand to what extent. Whether Kira himself was other-worldly, one of extraordinary being, or a simple power hungry man was unknown. Despite the lack of knowledge of his true self, one thing was definitely certain; he was slowly becoming the God of a new world. It was ignorant to believe there wasn't a large decrease in crime since he hastily decided to wipe the earth of both minor and well-known convicts. He terrified the terrible, even into submission. Whether it was only the beginning of a reign of terror or chaos was unclear.
Most, however, had little or nothing to worry about. The secret to avoiding death by spontaneous heart attack was to simply stay in your place. Mind your business and get on with your entirely legal life. When L, the world's greatest detective was shown on live news, Kira had swiftly killed him, or at least who he had thought was L. By then it was quite obvious that he not only killed criminals, but anyone who stood in his way of ridding the world of filth. As long as you avoided illegal actions or taking part in exposing Kira's true identity, you were safe. The world was split, they either abided by his unspoken rules or you would face the consequences of not.
I, defeatedly, decided to stay on the sidelines for this particular case. I often had a great fascination for unsolved mysteries and investigations brought to the public's eye. I would spend most of my free time looking up public releases of evidence or statements behind the case itself. It was my dream to somehow solve one of them before the task force could. Although, it was only a dream; quite unrealistic, I was aware. My interest in crime investigation turned into more than a hobby; it became my passion. Out of all things offered at To-Oh University I decided I wanted to go into the force, whether that be a forensics analyst, policewoman, or criminal investigator, that's exactly what I wanted to do. I chose to pursue criminal justice as my major.
It was quite strange that I was stuck in the bustle of Tokyo, the center stage of Kira, majoring in criminal justice. I always had a great deal of unluck in my life but I never thought it would have been to that extent. Along with being self-sabotaging my whole life, I even surprised myself with avoiding the whole ordeal, especially because it must've been the world's greatest mystery at the time. Although, it was definitely the best decision I could have made. It was my first full year in Japan, and I had just gotten into a great college. Even Light Yagami, one of Japan's top students had chosen to go there. If anything, it fueled the fire in me to work as hard as I could in college to get an impressive investigative job of some sort. Deneuve, Eraldo Coil and especially L were just a couple I aspired to be like. Even my uncle, Ukita, was a huge inspiration to me.
Out of all people in my life, I think my uncle was one I was entirely grateful for. My family back in the states never supported my decision to finish my schooling in Japan, and especially did not like the idea of me going into any sort of criminal justice force. Honestly, it was understandable. They didn't want their little girl to get hurt and I wasn't surprised that they'd rather have me pursue something like teaching or even business. Me and my uncle Ukita instead were the only two who shared the same passion of justice in our family, so he fully supported both my decision to study abroad in Japan and go into the field as well. He himself was a part of the police force, and he had let me stay with him for as long as I needed. He was truly like my second father. We didn't speak very often, especially when the Kira case was assigned to the Japanese task force. I wasn't dumb, I could take a hint that he must've had something to do with the investigation. To say the least, it scared me to death, but at the same time I was incredibly envious.
It had been raining that day. While To-Oh had only been a short bus ride from my home, it was still close to unbearable for me. I absolutely despised the rain when I had to be out and about in it. It reminded me of my name, the name in which was a month that is profoundly soggy and constantly greyed back in my home of northwest America. For some reason I thought I would never come across that weather in Japan; a stupid idea on my part. Dismissing my unpleasant thoughts of my own name and my home, I awkwardly opened my umbrella as I exited the bus, feet splashing in miniature puddles from the significant downpour. Students were encouraged to attend orientation for university, and most of those that had gotten into To-Oh did attend it. The campus was already cramped as people flooded into the auditorium. Following suit, I shyly entered the large room, already piled with hundreds of people.
As I waited for the ceremony to officially begin, I observed the area and the tremendous mass of other individuals I'd soon be attending classes with. Everyone looked polished, neat, even slightly stuck up. Out of all things, I genuinely hoped I didn't stick out too much. I crossed my legs and drew my shoulders together, making an attempt to look as small and unnoticeable as possible. While I doubted anyone was paying attention to me, I still wished I could just be invisible sometimes. It was quite apparent that back home, I wasn't like a lot of other kids. My interests and my lack of social skills separated me from most. I thought it would have been different when I moved, but if anything it grew much worse. Exceptionally intelligent people were the most observant and keen, so it wasn't difficult to realize I didn't exactly blend in. I would constantly be teased for being myself, making it not much of a mystery as to why I was insecure and shy. While my self-conscious thoughts clouded my head, the noise of the crowd began to die down as the orientation had kicked off.
To be honest, I didn't completely grasp the idea as to why the inordinate ceremony was held. It boiled down to upperclassmen rephrasing the same thing and the board introducing specific prodigy students. In all actuality it was incredibly dull and dreadful. I sensed the gathering was soon coming to a close as they worked their way to the underclassmen, then finally to the freshmen representatives. Those were the only people that sparked my interest, mostly because I desired to see the geniuses that could have aced that entrance exam. I hadn't done too bad, my score had been slightly above average. Although, I did study for that one exam for nearly ten hours of every day. As Light Yagami's name was called up to be the first freshman representative, it didn't come as a shock. However, the next name was called and something above it drove a spear into my gut. Hideki Ryuga. Why is that so strange to me? That's a pop-star's name. What came as even more of a punch in the face was the way the kid had looked; disheveled, almost. He had messy, dark hair with under-eye circles, so discernible that they could've been seen from across the auditorium. He wore a plain white shirt with jeans, contrasting with literally everyone who wore either navy or black suits, and dress suits alike. The way he stared at Light was unsettling, like he watched his every move. As he stood next to him at the podium, his back was incredibly hunched over. I could hear people chattering of him, especially that he resembled somewhat of a mad genius. As Light finished his short-lived speech, the strange Ryuga began. He held the paper from the top, only with his index finger and thumb, as if the paper itself was dirtied. His voice was crisp yet had an underlying shakiness. There was no way it could've been nervousness; no, more along the lines of awkwardness. He clearly put no effort into his appearance and showed no desire to be there. Something about him, or even everything about him made my stomach churn. As they both exited the stage, I could see Ryuga begin to speak to Light from behind. As if it were a cherry on top, Ryuga then sat with his feet on his chair, his knees against his chest. That is when I realized that I had seen him before, and even then he made me feel uneasy. I remembered when I took the entrance exam, he was scolded for sitting like so. I supposed old habits died hard.
The sight of him stayed with me for as long as I could remember. Although I didn't know why, I felt it was unbelievable that Hideki Ryuga was his true name. Maybe it was something of my conspicuous thoughts that began with my private followings of investigations, but it seemed like a great alias. I attempted to shake the thought from my mind; he could've just been different, socially awkward like myself. Absolutely nothing about that minor memory had faded since.