I was at an airport when it hit me. What if Death Note was… ya'know, switched? Oh yes, and some other stuff. But all of them… eh, whatever. You'll find out yourself.

I DO NOT OWN THE DEATH NOTE CHARACTERS

Chapter 1

The Girl

Misa Amane wasn't doing anything special that day. Not really. Oh, maybe, for some people, it would sound out-of-the-ordinary. But, hey. They were a buncha bums who had nothing better to do then gawk at the rich and famous.

As I was saying, she was just coming home from a movie shoot. But something was different. There was a slight change in the atmosphere that sent the chills up Misa's spine.

It was mid-winter, so, naturally, it was cold out. Misa was wearing fur-lined boots with high-heels, some denim jeans, and a jacket made of the finest rabbit fur. (Fake, that is.)

Hey, she had to act the part, didn't she?

Finally, she was home. She smiled, and stomped her feet to get the blood flowing in them. She took out the house key hidden in a place nobody dared to look. Well, unless a man had a dirty mind.

She put the key in the lock and, to her concern, found that the key would not turn.

Misa jiggled the key in the lock but it wouldn't budge. She was just about to kick the door down with the shovel next to the door when the key moved in the lock. And, with a quiet creek, the door opened. (Nevermind the doorknob).

Misa's eyes widened. She took a tentative step inside, and, on a sudden impulse, she did not slam the door shut as she usually did. In fact, she took a few extra seconds to guide the door to its frame, so that it closed with a silent click.

When she took a few steps ahead she heard singing coming from the dining room. It was a haunting melody, made of no words in particular. Or, rather, it was made of carefully chosen words, but using some kind of gibberish at the same time.

Misa, after a few seconds of very concentrated listening, made out a few "words".

Iemsg O-nag hooteah pleatecmf JOHANA PREN poshi afpioi foridos qyhaldishe porfavorite DEATH lsofnd rill popopoff SONG…

And then she heard the music. It sounds like a flute. Misa mused. It was playing a whole different son, it seemed, though the flute-thing and the singing went along perfectly. The sound was high and bubbly like a clear, spring day.

Misa, leaning against the doorway, (which was one of those swingy doorways with no handle) fell forward into the dining room.

When she looked up, she saw a child, no older the 9, with her short black hair and solemn blue eyes. She was wearing black cargo pants and a black cloak that covered her plain black shirt.

"So. You came."

A/N: And that is where the chapter ends.

I hope anybody who read this liked it. I know I loved writing this…… well…. Anyway…..

I hope you will continue reading my Death Note parody/fanfiction/whatever else you want to call this.

I'd love some reviews, and I'll only put out the next chapter if I get a review.

And I know it sounds stupid, but my writing isn't very popular.  I wish it was. Well, don't most writers wish that?

And on that happy note, Sayonara readers!