Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note, if I did, L wouldn't have died.

Hey. My name is Senyaita Boulibashi. That's: SEN-YAY-TAH BULLY-BAH-SHEE. But please, call me Sen. The following events you are about to read are not real. They are visions, possibilities . . . in other words, events that could happen. I guess you all would expect as much, since this is a fanfic and all, but . . . . ah hell, nevermind, I don't really feel like I have to explain myself on this.

I'm known to most as a . . . I guess you could say, a vagabond vigilante. Long story short: I was just your average teenager blah-de-blah-de-blah, and somehow I ended up with superpowers. Yes, I said "somehow". For some reason or another, I can never remember how I ended up with these things in the first place. All I can remember is what happened before, what happened after, and the little freebies that my Foresight Ability gives me. Between my old life and the new, there is a complete blank.

I usually make it a point to never actively see into the future. My reason? Well, I figure a lot of things are never that fun if you already know what's going to happen. Although, sometimes, it can give you an edge . . . which is why I gave one of my "superpowers" a mind of its' own. If it's something that I really, really, really have to know in order to insure my own survival and that of my friends and loved ones, it'll "tell" me. I'll be just fine figuring the rest out by myself.

Just for the record, this wasn't something I could do overnight. Like everybody else, I had to keep working at it, and working at it, until the visions would leave me the hell alone. I got what I wanted, but in the aftermath, I had to deal with the plethora of visions that got shoved into my brain while I was fixing the duct tape over the Oracle's mouth. Among these visions, were, if you couldn't already tell by now, the ones that dealt with me, and the people in the world of Death Note.

Vision 1: I meet L

It was nighttime. The both of us were in a dark room in one of the higher levels of whatever building it was supposed to be in this, no doubt, random city. Maybe we were in New York . . . China maybe . . . Maybe this building was a hotel, or perhaps some old business building that no one used anymore. Ah well, that all didn't matter really.

The only light in the room came from, of course, the city lights outside, and also a laptop that lay on the floor in the middle of the room. A young man with shaggy black hair, white shirt, and baggy pants sat in front of the laptop, one leg drawn up to his chest and the other stretched out on the floor. He was talking . . . . wrapping up a case I think, talking to . . . I don't know, the government, FBI, CSI . . . oh look, it seems the criminal has been caught . . . he's talking official stuff with the head of whoever through the microphone sounding, for all the world, if the inflection of his voice was anything to go by, like he was bored to tears.

I chuckled to myself. Poor guy . . .

Oh, whoops, looks like the bastard tried to pull a fast one. That's okay, L's got that covered.

Soon he finished talking, and softly closed his laptop, and then stood up.

I laughed, probably startling him a bit, though the only sign of that was a slight twitch in his right shoulder. He turned around, his wide dark eyes, his utterly blank stare looking right at little old me, right leg drawn up to my chest, and my left leg dangling off my seat towards the floor.

"I knew I liked you for a reason!" I exclaimed.

I'd come here around a month or so ago, and somehow managed to catch L as he was beginning another investigation. I didn't feel like introducing myself just yet, so I watched him . . . and had a real ball of a time with it. I swear, there were times when I just felt like cracking up, not caring about who was going to hear me or if I even had my shield up. I mean, L was completely owning this guy at every turn! I have no idea, even to this day, how he managed to last this long with L riding on his ass!

I grinned at the pale, insomniac little detective. From his face, I couldn't really tell much what he was thinking, but I could guess a few things, like: Who was I? How did I get here without him knowing? And, most importantly, were his eyes going, or was I really floating in midair?

For a moment, there was complete silence.

I leaned back in my "seat". I was going to give him ten minutes to think, bring himself back together, and ask me a question . . . well, he's a genius, so maybe he wouldn't need that much time, but . . . I wanted to be polite.

Idly, I wondered what exactly L saw as he looked at me. I was thinking that maybe he just saw a strange little girl (I'M EIGHTEEN, BY THE WAY! . . . well, physically) with dark hair and dark, yet somehow sparkly eyes, wearing black clothing, who just happened to be sitting/floating in midair and grinning like the little idiot imp that I was. But, on a more profound level, I wondered: Did he see a girl? Or a threat?

. . . If I were him, I'd go with threat.

Sen's Playlist:

No Angel – Dido

What the Hell – Avril Lavigne

Fighter – Christina Aguilera

Help, I'm Alive – Metric