Sahxyel: Another tidbit, or prompting, one-shot I decided to throw out into the Death Note fan fiction community. I'll admit that I suck at a continuous update, but my abilities with plot expansion and creation is overwhelmingly strong…Blame the bunny.

Random Moogle: That's PLOT bunny, kupo!

Danny: Since most people, when deciding to break the 4th wall with Death Note, just pull the characters into our 'world' itself, or place themselves within theirs, Sahxyel has decided a somewhat unorthodox way of introducing the breakage of 4th wall. She wonders if the new approach will catch on, or has been attempted at all, but she'll try to make it appealing.

Sahxyel: Thank you my muses! Now, let's get Mr. Disclaimer Guy in here and begin this!

Disclaimer Guy: Nothing is owned or gained from this fic; only amusement.

WHACK!

It was a typical night, what with stars twinkling outside and the bright moon illuminating the city below in an effervescent glow. Cars bustled down streets, people hurried to their homes and families for the night, ending their diurnal processes for the rest of the night; lights upon lights flared on to brighten the emptying streets. Normal people, living completely normal lives were completing their day.

Unlike these normal people who shunned the appeals of nighttime work, a man sat quite comfortably in a seemingly awkward position within the darkness of his current residence. Currently, his unblinking and orb-like eyes were focused upon a bright computer screen, whilst his brain processed the information that flicked up like pop-ups. He didn't seem very intrigued, actually he seemed a tad bored at the trivial information that revealed itself. Already there was solid evidence to convict the felon of the case he was surveying, anything more seemed too superfluous.

"Things are getting too simple." He murmured, his voice reverberated against the empty walls in a faint echo that lingered in the air. Sighing softly, he grabbed a small strawberry and examined it briefly. Apparently finding it to his liking, he simply devoured it, leaving the remaining green leaves to be all that was left. Without looking, he tossed the remains over his shoulder into a large bowl behind, filled with random residue from his snacking spree.

A strand of black hair fell limp in front of his left eye suddenly, and he tensed. His eyes focused on the hair, watching it sway back and forth. In the light of the computer screen, the hair was black and thick, swaying threateningly as if it were going to poke his eye out of spite.

"I can't believe it." He muttered to himself, still staring. "Am I actually watching my hair?" He frowned noticeably, very sure that his boredom had led to this. He supposed that things could not go any lower from this moment. At any case, he redirected his attention to the computer.

WHACK!!

He tensed and whirled around, immediately scanning the darkened room with wide and alert eyes. The back of his head throbbed painfully from some sort of projectile that must have been launched directly at him. Although, as much surprise he felt from the sudden attack, he was not prepared for seeing what was in the room with him.

Nothing.

Nothing else was in the entire secure room. It unnerved him greatly; he was VERY certain something had hit the back of his head. And judging by the force, he had assumed it must have been thrown by someone from approximately three feet away.

The entrance to the room was seven feet away, the door firmly shut tight for good measure.

"What…?" This made no sense. There had to be a rhyme and reason for everything, including what hit him and more importantly who hit him with the object. How could somebody easily break into one of his most secure sites and infiltrate his own room without alerting the security systems or himself? It was logical to think of some sort of enemy; being a great detective did have the unfortunate repercussion of having those sort of people who were out to get him. But…if one of his enemies did manage to infiltrate the compound to the very heart, why did they not kill him?

"There was certainly enough time to simply load a gun and fire…and at the range they were at to throw something that hard would have made it easy to perform a fatal shot. " He mused aloud, examining the door first. It bore no evidence of ever being opened. "That's peculiar."

He scratched the side of his head, pushing away the messy black hair that was hampering his scratching process. "Hmm…" He hated to admit he was stumped; but perhaps the surveillance videos had caught something regarding the mysterious infiltrator. He turned and walked back to the computer, slouching as he walked, and stopped. Something on the floor had caught his eye; the object that had hit his head had skidded, landing not too far away from the computer by the look of it.

Crouching down, he carefully studied the object. Simply put, it was some sort of book. It was fairly small, and possibly not wordy enough to make it a true novel. A disturbing picture graced the cover, featuring a young man and a horrendous monster with some sort of clownish head and long limbs. It was a black binding, which allowed the man to conclude that it was the reason why he had not noticed it earlier.

"Death Note…" He muttered, reading the title of the book. It was a grim omen, possibly from the infiltrator themselves to imply his impending death. Or perhaps it was to psychologically unnerve him; he had yet to decide which one it was.

After a moment of deliberation within his mind, he tenderly reached out and took it between his thumb and index finger, plucking it from the ground as if it were diseased. He examined every single aspect of the book, finally concluding it had to have been a translated Japanese manga from all the flashy tags and graphic images displayed within. There were two names listed on the spine of the book, and a copyright in the first page with all the legalities listed in an interesting order. He made a mental note to look up all the information to verify it as he flipped through the pages.

He paused.

On a page he was examining featured a simple 'L' on a computer screen. It was obvious that the place shown was Interpol in the manga, but…

How could anyone simply syndicate his own alias into this? He was certain he had discouraged whoever had used the name 'L' to never do so again, using various methods, but he never did once think that the public would read about his own self…-fictionalized by the appearance of it. These people that had hands in creating this manga were in some serious trouble.

Then again, he reasoned that perhaps the person or people that had done this were not afraid of anything he could do to stop them. As a matter of fact, it seemed as if they were mocking him.

The great detective carried the book back over to his computer and crouched down, already typing something out on the computer with his free left hand. His right hand gently placed the disturbing manga next to the monitor. He started to work.

-- Death --Note -- Manga --

Several Weeks and Hours Later…

Not one security tape had shown anything regarding an intruder. And coincidentally, the great detective L still breathed and lived for another day.

L suspected that the perpetrator's goal was to first taunt him, but with it being two months later, he had assumed that something would have happened by now. During the prior weeks, he had thoroughly inspected and studied the manga's details and plotline. However, on every search he launched for the publishing company and authors/artists of the story, his searches remained futile. No companies existed like 'Shonen Jump' or 'Viz Media', no copyright was filed for the title 'Death Note', no authors with the names Tsugumi Ohba or Takeshi Obata ever existed in any place in the world, including Japan itself.

What really unnerved L was how close it seemed that the artist was to depicting how he really appeared. The empty room with the lowly computer was a dead bulls-eye on his setup at the moment, and the messy black hair and simple clothes just cinched the similarity of appearance…

Luckily it did not reveal his face, or what he really looked like. That was a relief.

L did not think much of the storyline. He found it mildly entertaining, but he truly was not interested in the notion of Shinigami or some kid with a complex that wanted to 'improve the world'. He thought the name 'Kira' was absolutely unoriginal, both looking and sounding as if someone was truly struggling with the English language.

Another popup appeared on his computer. Another death in a prison; cause of death was a heart attack.

…That was strange. That was the thirty-sixth heart attack related death in a federal prison this week…

But it was ridiculous to think that it was connected to the manga. More than likely, the person that had snuck into his compound had managed to pull off this stunt. Obviously, it was to try and shake his nerve but it would not work. L did not fall for petty tricks like the one he was facing now. If somebody wanted to toy with his mind, let them try and figure out how to do that.

Ignoring the existence of the gothic manga, L settled down to studying the facts regarding the deaths. Perhaps he would be able to find out who had dared to challenge him in such a pathetic and childish way. The manga lay upon the floor innocently, no longer attracting any attention from L.

He noted to himself to get Watari to contact the Interpol about the serial killings soon; this was a case that fulfilled his requirements and had to be dealt with. The help from the agencies involved would contribute some sort of relief on his own sources, and L was sure that he would be able to catch the cocky challenger before things developed too far.

L tried dispelling the odd notion of déjà vu as he stared at his computer screen. There was just something very familiar about this situation, that was comparable to the same manga that lay on the floor nearby-

WHACK!!

Once again, L felt something definitely hard slam into the back of his head. He spun around as quickly as possible, alert and wild-eyed.

Yet again, nobody was there. Only a book lay innocently on the floor, similar to the first one L had received weeks ago, but…different in the same manner. It was hard to mistake the 2 on the spine of the manga. The door on the other side of the room was still firmly shut, suggesting no entry whatsoever.

The words 'Death Note' gleamed from the cover.

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Although Light Yagami was busily scribbling away in his Death Note, he had been as alert to his surroundings as his television. He could detect anybody heading for his room from just the soft sounds made from outside of his locked door. He could even tell where the Shinigami, Ryuk, was at the moment without even looking. Ryuk, by the sound of his shuffling, was somewhere on the ceiling. Probably to annoy him or perhaps for a lark, Light really didn't care at the moment-

WHACK!!

Something very hard hit the back of Light's head, bouncing off and landing on the floor in a 'thump'. Light jumped slightly in his seat from the initial shock, then turned his head upwards to glare at Ryuk. "What was that for?!"

"What?" Ryuk asked curiously, cocking his head to look at Light correctly. He had an odd grin on his face, odder than usual anyway…

Light narrowed his eyes dangerously at the Shinigami, clearly not amused in the slightest. "You hit me with something Ryuk."

The Shinigami shrugged, but the grin did not vanish. "No I didn't. It hit you, but I didn't throw it." Ryuk burst out with chuckles at Light's unbelieving face, then pointed to the object lying on the floor. "And I don't think you own that book anyway, Light." He said deviously.

Light slowly stood from his seat, still glaring at Ryuk as he did so. Looking to the item Ryuk was pointing at, Light saw that is was merely a small novel lying innocently on the floor. Light picked the book up and looked it over carefully, noting to himself that for a small book, it did hurt when it hit his head. He flipped through the pages to find text within, with extremely disturbing pictures at intervals as well. Closing the book, he observed the binding a little more extensively.

The book had a black, semi-fuzzy binding, with a white cover around the middle. Silvery letters on the front of th book read 'Death Note: Another Note, The Los Angeles B.B. Murder Cases'. Incredulously, Light looked at the author's name and even the back, seeing labels stuck on the lower portion of the white binding.

"Ryuk…what is this?" Light asked, his voice testy. Were there Shinigami authors that he didn't know about who randomly threw their novels down from their world just for a laugh? There were Notebooks in the Shinigami World so it wouldn't be a bad assumption-

Ryuk laughed loudly, doubling over on the roof. "It's a book! And it doesn't look like anything I've ever seen in the Shinigami Realm either!" The clown-like Shinigami kept on laughing, ignoring Light's alarmed expression.

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Sahxyel: And that's all folks!

Danny: WHAT?!

Random Moogle: That's right, Kupo! Sahxyel cannot maintain a Fic updating schedule, so she has shoved a plot bunny into a one-shot and hopes the idea catches on! For all of you that enjoyed it, we humbly thank you!

Sahxyel: I changed my mind and decided to fly with this for a while! Check out the next chapter!!