Inspired by Alexithymia by whisperingmist.

Before anyone throws their virtual tomatoes at me, I'm aware how unoriginal this chapter is, basically just a retelling of half of DN's first episode. But take in mind this is the first chapter, a mere introduction. It's going more of its own story as it progresses.

Not a native English speaker either. So feel free to point out any mistakes in the reviews section and I'm gonna correct them.

Chapter 1

"...The extinction of species has increased to an alarming rhythm the last 40 years..."

The teacher keep rambling on his broken English, as the student in the corner of the classroom blocked him. Normally global warming would be worrisome subject for Light Yagami, but no today. Besides she was already fluent in English, she didn't need it. To entertainment herself, she started drawing the school yard, but eventually she lost interest in that too. It was a mind numbing day, where nothing couldn't grasp her attention.

It was such a shame that Japan had such rigid rules about grade skipping. At 12 she already knew the school's curriculum, she could have been able to graduate much earlier.

Her parents were aware of that, so they always tried to stimulate her body. At five, piano lessons with Miss Park, the Korean florist neighboor. At six, ballet lessons in the local academy. At 7, she started painting. Many other activities came after.

She wondered if her parents would allowed her to skip grades if it was possible. She snorted. Probably not. Her parents (well,mostly her mother) always insisted in the importance of being not just intellectually capable,but emotionally and socially too. And with her issues,she had to agree...

Yes, she had issues... Since she entered puberty, she started to change. It wasn't obvious and she had just recently noticed, but since a few years back, she felt trapped, with feelings of boredom and dispair, focusing in just the ugly aspects of life.

Not only that, but she always tended to look down at most people in disdain, and always adopted a patronizing actitude towards them. She knew this 'cause she remembered how happy she was interacting with other when she was younger. She tried to muster those feelings back, but she couldn't. She was aware of all this, and she felt disgusted by herself at being that kind of person, but she couldn't help of them couldn't keep up with her intellect, so they couldn' t fully understand her, except him.

Probably it wasn't puberty that triggered her changes. It was his dissapearance. She shocked her head to dispel such thoughts. It wasn't healthy to keep angsting over that, after two years...Onii-chan...

After many hours with her nose on psychology books and the Internet, she determined she must have clinical depression and a certain level of Narcissism Disorder. Fortunately didn't seemed to be severe of her case, but it could reach a dangerous level if continued untreated for a long time.

She probably should open the subject to her parents, or she could just wait to be 18, move out from home and treat her problem discreetly. She was loath to admit her weakness to anybody. Besides she didn't want to worry anybody.

Her musing was momentarily interrupted as her teacher asked her to translate a quote from Darwin. She read perfectly, with just a subtle accent. The teacher congratulated her, with a sly smile on his mouth. She shuddered, another reason why she didn't like him. She was always under the impression he was leering at her, under the disguise of "praising" her hard work.

Another thing that was the object of lust, awe or envy for most people: her great beauty. She was long limbed, with a lovely willowy frame strenghtened by years of physical exercise. She had luscious, warm chocolate brown hair, marking her oval face and matching her luminous olive skin and rust-colored lips. But her eyes were definitely her best characteristic: with straight-shaped brows and long, dark eyelashes, they were the color of amber gemstones, a vibrant mix of gold, orange and red.

She took care of her appearance, but tried to not let get on her head. Beauty was such a useful tool, but a very fickle one too. Aging was all it took to dissapear. Besides she had heard comments about "how she is too pretty to be that smart" too many times. It was annoying.

It was in that moment her eyes caught a black thing falling in the school. Normally something like that wouldn't caught her attention, but that thing didn't didn't fall from the terrace of the school, but higher. How? It was thrown from a helicopter or something?

As on cue, the bells ringed, signaling the end of school's day. Thank God.

What the hell was this?

She didn't know what she expected, but an emo, gothic notebook called "Death Note" sure wasn't

1. The person whose name is written on this notebook shall die" This must be a hate notebook, where you write names of people you dislike. Like when you see messages about how "Said person is such a stealing boyfriend /#%. Die bitch!" in the girls' restrooms?

"Oh well, at least I have a notebook for free"

Light's room wasn't like most people her age. It lacked the messiness typical of teenagers. Red, gold and white composed the color palette of the place. It had a mahogany desk next to her bed, a built-in wardrobe, and an antique trunk who served as closet/seat. Books were scattered across the room, on her night table and floating shelves on the walls, along a few paintings. It wasn't a luxurious room, but an extremely tasteful, tidy one. Homever, it had a touch of impersonality, like it was hotel room instead of the regular bedroom of a young girl.

1. The person whose name is written in this notebook shall die

2. If the cause of death isn't specified in 40 seconds after the victim's name is written, the person is gonna die from a heart attack.

Yup, definitely a hate notebook. But why it was written in English instead of Japanese?

Meanwhile the news were passing a live transmission about a hostage situation in Shinjuku. The agressor's name was Kurou Otobara, 42 years old, and his criminal' record was rather minor.

"Just for the kicks" she thought while writing his name on her new notebook in elegant kanji. And after some thinking...Again, just for the kicks,she wrote "You pansy cocksucker, DIE! The kind of messages her classmates liked to write about others and giggle about.

She felt embarrassed as soon she finished writing that. Writing obscenities about others wasn't funny as her classmates seemed to think. She started erasing when the reporter announced that the hostages were coming out!

What? After some dialogue between the reporters, they announced the suspect was found dead. She felt a punch to the gut in that moment.

Dead? her eyes traveled to the page. She hadn't erased his name, just her embarrasing comment. Impossible. But then the reporter drop another bomb to her. The suspect suddendly collapsed.

Collapsed? As a heart attack? Before she could enter on full panic, her mother announced it was almost 6PM. Time for juku. She hastily grabbed her messenger bag, her laptop, and THE notebook, with the delicacy she could hold a newborn. Then she left to his father' study behind the kitchen, to grab another ítem she needed before her mother noticed.

"He collapsed? So? I could have been an aneurysm or an embolism. It's coincidence. It has to be. But what are the odds?... I have to test it again. Just in case"

Unbeknownst to her, a God of Death was watching her panicked moves and laughing at such quality entertainment.

Notes:

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This fic borrows elements of Alexythimia, one of the best GB fics I have read... (despite the fact it just has 3 chapters) and other fics I will name later, because I'm unoriginal like that :D The lack of GB fics on this fandom is what made write this.

I have just a vague idea of where this is going, so any suggestions are welcomed.

Question for the audience: Should Light kill Lind or not? Not killing him would be more original (since it was such an obvious trap), but it would mean sacrifice my favorite DN moment. Tell me what you think in the comments.