Disclaimer: This story was inspired by both Death Note, Serial Experiments Lain and Future Diary, all of which I do not own, nor any element or script of these three anime that you will find in this fanfiction. No matter how much I want to own them all…sadness. Enjoy!

Author Note: Main character is an Oc of mine. There may be a pairing but I have not decided on that yet.

Dear Diary

Entry 001: The Game

The apartment door creaked open slowly, as if hesitant. A boy of fourteen walked past, shutting the door as quietly as he could behind him. He was dressed in a school uniform that looked tailored to his slim petite body that could easily mistaken for a females curved form, finely pressed without any wrinkles. He had pale blonde hair that nearly looked white; his eyes resembled honeyed amber, stunning and mysterious.

Bending to take off his shoes he replaced them with the slippers sitting by the other shoes lined up and walked further into the apartment, not even minding his school bag he had dropped down onto the floor without so much as a care. Letting it slip out of his fingers like a ragged toy.

He stopped and looked to his left, peeking into a room, the door jarred a bit to give him an almost clear view inside. It was dimly lit, illuminated by the dim lights of numerous computer screens. There was a constant tapping noise coming from within, the silhouette of a man sitting hunched in front of those many screens stacked up on top of shelves. From count, the boy made a total of eleven.

"Did you get another computer?" his voice was barely a whisper, as if it was reluctant to even speak out loud, or even speak at all.

The tapping stopped and the man turned around, still hunched as he gazed at the boy. His face was covered in a months worth of hair, glasses casting off the light of the many computer screens. He looked worn, cheeks sunken in without nutrition to keep them healthy, skin pale as the white of the snow untouched. His clothes were wrinkled, white dress shirt, unbuttoned, covered with what looked like coffee stains. Looking over the boy could see a mug sitting to the man's right, tipped over, brown liquid dripping off the desk and onto the floor where many papers were scattered about without a care.

"Oh, Lain, welcome home."

His voice was barely audible even over the hushed generated winds of the computers.

He turned back and went back to his typing at the keyboard in front of him.

"Are you playing a new game?"

"…"

Lain frowned before looking down at the floor to see Styrofoam everywhere and boxes thrown about as if something had wrestled with them, "You ordered again, didn't you?"

"…"

"Mom is going to yell at you again."

"…"

Nothing else was said as Lain simply walked away from the only response he got, the echoing taps of a keyboard and the groans of the computers. Despite that room the rest of the house looked spotless and clean of any mess or stain.

The kitchen was open to the living room. It was made up of expensive stainless steel and the counters were a white marble. The floor was a white tile and the cabinets were rosewood. Leading out into the living room the floor was a smooth brown wood. There was a glass table in the center set a top a small furry carpet. In front was a cream leather couch, right next to that was a love seat.

In front of the living room set was a fireplace which was underneath a flat screen TV. Everywhere, antiques were placed at different points of the room, and were of very expensive taste.

Lain looked at the only other occupant in the room, or in the kitchen area. He was an old man of about late fifties to early sixties. At least of what Lain knew, the man looked at least early fifties. His gray hair was completely gelled back and he wore what looked like a butler's attire. Perched on his nose were a pair of clear lens glasses.

He was cooking, a white apron round his waist. The man moved around the area like a professional chef, handling utensils with fine skill and knowledge.

"Ah, Master Lain, welcome home" said the man as he turned to him with a grandfatherly smile as he wiped his hands on his apron.

"Hello, Toga."

"I purchased a new variety of cakes today at the bakery as well as some tea that I find will suit your sweet tooth."

Lain grinned, "Sounds wonderful. I'll be in my room if you need me."

The man nodded and returned to what he was doing, "Oh, and the mistress is returning home early."

Lain sighed and just walked down the hall extending from the right of the kitchen where a set of doors on either side were lined up.

Walking to the farthest end he turned to a door to his right, only stopping to look to his right at a closed door beside him. The door looked worn and old; scratches were all over it and looked like it had been left alone for years.

Sirens echoed in the distance.

"We can only save…"

Sobs screeched about in the brightness of the lights flashing above, hands moved in synch over him like they were fixing something, conducting something so complicated that it made no sense to him.

"Please, please!"

Lain ripped his head away from the sight and turned the doorknob his hand was still placed on before walking in and shutting the door. The room was empty save for a desk in the northwest corner where books and papers sat, along with pencils and pens. There was a bed against the wall directly in front of him, a window positioned above, the blue curtains flapping in the wind. The only thing that would tell you he was just a kid was the pile of stuffed animals on top of the neatly made bed. Against the wall to his right was the only thing to occupy that side of the room, sitting on the floor.

It was a flat screen desktop computer and hard drive, a keyboard and mouse positioned in front of it. Despite being on the floor it looked to be well taken care of. It was black and silver in color.

Lain walked over to the bed he climbed on top of it and reached out, shutting the window, the wind swaying his blonde white locks around his face. Sighing, he got up and walked over to the computer before sitting on the floor, like it was the natural thing to do.

He pushed the power button before getting up and walking over to his closet. Opening the door he reached in amongst the handed clothes before taking out a white baggy shirt and black shorts from the drawers underneath the hanged clothes. Returning back to the computer he set them down and began to undress to the beeping sounds of the machine.

Please provide access code

Lain shook out his hair as he put the baggy shirt on which fell off his shoulders before looking around from his bed to his desk before walking over to the rosewood furniture and picking up what looked to be an ear piece off the surface of an open book.

He placed it in his ear and turned it on, "Log in Voice verification passcode: Lain"

Voice identification passcode of user acknowledged

The computer beeped a bit more.

You have mail

Lain back over and sat down, drawing his knees to his chest, snuggling into the stuffed animal in his arms he had grabbed off the bed, a panda bear, "Access email, open file."

The emailed beeped a bit once again and gave a bing.

Hey Lain,

We've been missin' you down here at 'Wired,' where ya' been? Anyway, we're having a rave tonight, hope to see ya' there.

End of email file, sender: JasperK666

A rave, huh? How boring. Closing his eyes, Lain laid his head back against a large stuffed bear.

"Goodnight, NAVI."

Goodnight, Lain

The Laptop made a few more noises before falling into sleep mode. Lain reached up and took the ear piece out just as he heard the front door of the apartment open and slam shut, practically shaking the entire living space. There was a pause from the irritated sounds he heard.

"Did I not tell you to stop ordering those! Useless man, you'll bankrupt us if you keep doing this. What model was it now, the most expensive one on the black market!"

Despite the muffled shriek Lain still flinched at the sound of the furious female voice. He gazed dully at the door of his room as the dull sounds of footsteps stomped about the house. He faintly heard Toga greet the angered female as she raged about the house some more, not even bothering to reply. Then, the footsteps seemed to remain in one spot for a bit before moving and going quiet. There was a sound of a door opening and a bit of shuffling before those footsteps moved again, this time approaching his room.

The door opened with a slam against the wall. A tall woman with long blonde hair and angered blue eyes looked around the room before eyeing Lain on the floor, glared at him. She was dressed in a silver woman's suit and stockings. In her hand was his school bag. She grit her teeth as he does not even turn to acknowledge her, seeming to not notice her entrance.

She held the bag up, "What is this, Lain! How many times do I have to tell you to not leave your stuff around the house!"

Lain still did not look at her, clutching his stuffed animal in his arms even harder to his chest.

The woman growled, "Lain, you will look at me when I am speaking!"

Lain did not make a sound or move from his spot as the bag was thrown across the room, skidding across the floor to stop just behind him. The door was slammed shut once again.

Lain sat there in silence before focusing slowing on the entrance of his room. Taking the stuffed animal into his hands, he threw it at the far wall as hard as he could. It slapped against the surface of the farthest wall with a dull thud before landing sprawled on the floor.

"Bitch."

His eyes flashed a blood maroon.

He could do without her or his useless father. They were nothing but trash anyway to take care of him till their usefulness was served. What was the point of having them anyway, adults were a liability, inferior.

Picking up his ear piece from the floor beside him he put it in. Reaching out, he picked up his schoolbag and opened it before taking out two retractable flash drives. They were on a key chain, dangling from silver chains. One was pure black with what looked like a white sinister face of a Joker with a Cheshire smile on it. The other was pure white with what looked like a gothic C.

"Good morning, NAVI."

The computer came out of sleep mode.

Voice verification acknowledged, Good morning Lain

Lain opened the black flash drive and put it in the connection circuit of the hard drive.

Reading file, Opening Lain's Diary….

A black screen popped up over the red and black gothic screen saver. On the screen were folders that had dates written next to them.

"Print new file, title- 07/22/20XX."

As he spoke another window popped open, and the date was typed in. He sighed and laid back onto the floor, sprawling out to stretch his limbs. He looked up at the ceiling in a bored manner.

"Begin audio print."

07/22/20XX

This game is not for us, it has no feeling,

no soul to it. It's just a dull existence that

we live. Parents are so inferior. We wish that

all of them would just die, all the adults

that treat us like trash. We deserve better.

This world is just so-

"Boring."

Then let me give you a way to freedom.

Lain gasped and bolted up before looking around. Looking behind him he saw nothing but an empty room. But, that…voice was so close, right up to his ear. Shaking his head he put it off as him hearing things.

"Save file to Joker Flash drive, Goodnight NAVI."

Goodnight, Lain

There was a knock on the door as Lain reached up to take out his earpiece.

"Come in."

It was Toga. The man smiled at him, a tray of cakes in his hands with a cup of steaming hot tea and sugar. Lain smiled as the man waked forward and knelt down, setting the tray down in front of the young teen. Lain grinned down at the assortment of cakes, his mouth watering at the sight of the slice of triple deck strawberry cheesecake. He immediately seized it and took up the fork on the tray.

Toga smiled at the child as he watched the boy's face melt in ecstasy as he took his first mouthful. Moaning at the taste of it before licking the fork clean and going in for the second bite. He chuckled at the sight before picking up the saucer of tea and spooning in 13 spoonfuls of sugar, turning the steaming liquid into nothing more than a pile of brown coated sugar.

Lain set the plate down and took the offered cup before sipping at the sugar mountain that barely had a hit of the bitter tasting tea in it.

The man stood and bowed before leaving. Lain's attention was focused mainly on the sweets the strawberry filled donuts most of all. A theme of the tray consisted of the one fruit it seemed.

He was done soon enough, enjoying every bit of it. When he was done he turned back to his desktop to find his flash drives not in the computer, but sitting neatly on the keyboard.

"How?"

He reached over and picked them up and thought nothing of it after a while, he was known to black out and do things that he had no idea he had done before. Standing he left the sheets forgotten on the floor and walked to the bed. Looking at the stuffed animals on the bed and counted only 34. Looking around he found his Panda Bear on the ground and frowned before walking over and picking it up. Walking back to the bed he laid down and went to sleep in seconds.

13 13 13

"You Have Gain…"

Lain stared at the screen with mild interest. It was a green screen with a 3D poker table and several avatar players around it. His own was a blood covered demented clown with a sadistic Cheshire smirk. The others were also sinister looking. Under each one was a money counter, his own being the highest mount in the game. Eventually the players backed out one by one and Lain did a transfer before closing off the mini laptop.

He looked up to see a group of his classmates crowding around their respected group of friends and glared in disgust.

'How fake.'

Turning, he logged out of the poker game and accessed his flash drives which were already in the connect circuits of the laptop. He opened his diary, leaving the earpiece aside as he did not want those imbeciles to hear him.

He however stopped when the screen of his diary opened and he frowned. Scrolling down he was shocked to find a list of entries he had never made before.

"What is this?" he whispered.

Scrolling up he read the first entry and discovered that it was a detailed description of the fight he had with his mother that very morning and even his thoughts of killing her in the most gruesome of ways and wondering how hard she could fight him off.

Scrolling down a bit more he continued to read and then finally got to one to which he looked at the clock.

07/23/20XX 12:10

A Kid fell from the sky, we could have laughed

Then and there if not for the audience. He fell like a

Sack of bricks and cracked his head open right of the ground below

Oh, the sight of it, the blood. We're getting hard just thinking of it.

Lain looked at the clock again but stopped in mid stare as a shadow passed over him. Looking to his side, out the window, he was shocked to find the horrified face of a bloodied boy staring in shock and horror, and ear right at him, as if pleading not to die. Trying to grasp onto a meaningless hope that he was going to live that fall to his death, which would not be a pretty one.

Lain sat there, barely registering the screams around him or the skidding screeches of chairs as his class mates ran over to the window, shouting at one another and opening the windows to lean out and get a closer look, they even took pictures.

Lain's body seemed to convulse, his breathing ragged like he had run a mile around the track. He wiped at his mouth trying to erase the saliva forming at the corners of his lips. Sweat fell from his brow, stinging his eyes as the drops fell into the golden hazel honey pools.

This was not happening. Not Happening.

He upchucked, covering his mouth as bile swarmed into his warm cavern. Shaking his head he closed his diary and removed the flash drives before he got up and stormed out of the room, stampeding past those who were in the hall, and fled into the bathroom.

Reaching the sinks he threw up in the white bowl, clutching at its smooth sides. He retched, spluttering and dry heaving as that sickening look of pure terror and fear flashed through his head. Those words that should not have been there. Those dull eyes that looked at him as if saying 'I don't want to die.'

"Fascinating is it not?"

Gasping Lain turned around and was shocked when he was not looking at what should have been the stalls of the bathroom but a large room he had never seen before, a large domed shaped room with mechanical gears operating everywhere. And sitting in an odd throne was a large creature that scared and fascinated him at the same time.

"Wh-who are you?" he asked as he backed away.

The creature seemed to smile in glee down at him, "I am Deus, God of Time and Space."

Lain rubbed his eyes with his left hand and looked around, "this has to be a dream."

"Why do you say that, you wanted freedom did you not, a challenge? You have one."

It pointed a long bony finger to Lain's flash drives.

Lain looked down at them and then at the creature called Deus, "What?"

"That is a Future Diary; it will be your tool in a game of mine, you like games don't you, I know you do. This game is to choose my successor amongst thirteen bored souls, such as yourself. Those with the potential to become my heir."

Lain frowned, "And what if I do not want to play?"

Deus laughed, it was thunderous and shook the room, making Lain nearly loose his balance.

"You do not have to play if you do not wish it, but be warned."

Lain frowned, the words 'be warned' never came out with a good result.

"Others will come after you for your future diary. And if they succeed in destroying it-"

Lain gasped as his surroundings changed back into the school bathroom. He looked around finding nothing out of place and perfectly normal. He shook his head, rubbing his forehead as a headache began to form. Turning back to the sink he turned on the cold water and leaned over, hands on the sink sides. He took a few calming breathes before reaching in and cupping some water in his palms. Splashing in on his face he sighed. His mind was playing tricks on him…just tricks…just-

"Then your life shall end."

Lain gasped as those words echoed in his ear as if someone had spoken them clearly from behind in his ear. He stood hunched over, hands still on his face. Minutes passed before he moved, taking his hands from his face he slowly lifted his head up bloody maroon eyes reflecting back at him, accompanied by a sinister Cheshire grin that crept on his mouth inch by inch.

"Sounds like fun."

Here is the first revised chapter. I don't think it is as good as i wanted it to be, but i wanted to have a diary that was something else other than a cell phone, so why not a flash drive where the entries are saved, and where you can access any computer. More about the diary will be revealed in later chapters. Most of the revised chapters are basically the same as before just a few changes here and there.

Sayonara!