Nine normal children in search for adventure. One Shinigami, who hid 22 Notes from the Shiningami King. Moira, Princess, Andrea, Emily, Melissa, Adedas and Blake, accompanied by her younger brothers Jared and Lex, were down at the Manga Store which was newly opened. When Moira and Princess have an argument and accidentally sets free a Shinigami, they are tasked to find the 22 Notes. Problem? They were scattered across anime dimensions. Now the children, aided by the Dimension Note and supernatural abilities, have adventures full of hardship and lessons, and go through things that they are too mentally young to understand.

A/N 'Sup! Hello, just wanted to rewrite everything and make it at least worthwhile to read! Enjoy! P.S, This is not a Death Note x SnK Crossover, because the only thing this has to do with the other world is the dureigami/shinigami concept and the eye deals + Notes I made up. Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note or Shingeki no Kyojin,nor do I own Blue Bloods (Melissa De La Cruz) and I do not own their characters!

I will never experience something like this ever again.
The creature hovered in front of us expectantly. Its raven-feathered wings flapped slightly while its human-bird twisted head tilted to the side. Its talons twitched every once-in-a-while, while its stick like hands rotated from under its cloak of shadows. They held a notebook, the color of a kaleidoscope of dark shades. In large white letters, the words "Dimension Note" was written on the top of the notebook. 'So, do you agree?'
You're probably wondering what the hell just happened. Well, it started like this:

We were in the Otaku Store called Tokyo Underground. I have waited for this moment! My first time visiting an Otaku Store to get my own actual anime and manga! I squealed in delight as I started to stuff anything I could in the basket I brought. Why a basket? No idea. But it helped! I quickly rushed into a bath room to try on my new random outfit. My best friends- Princess, Andrea, Emily and Melissa - were looking around with less excitement than me. I rolled my eyes at their behaviour. Princess could have at least been a bit excited! She's an otaku like for goodness sakes!

Oh, oh right. She had to act normal 'cause he was just outside with his buddy guarding my two little brothers. Who's he, you ask? Adedas Mau (true first name, fake last name). Seriously, love sticks its nose into people's lives and messes them up a bit. Princess had changed a bit after developing a crush on that guy. Yes, he is one of my temporary friends, but I feel so alone when they talk with me in the background. Even though my other friends are there, I just can't help but feel... excluded... Huh, I really grew attached to her.

I exited the bathroom, fingering the ebony cross and the fake-ivory angel pendants from a necklace I bought. I approached Princess, who glanced at me. 'Can't you just confess to him already?' I asked, irritated. 'I mean, if you continue to be like this, you'll regret wasting your time in love than spending it with your friends!'

'I can't!' She snapped back. 'Didn't you hear it on the bus back when we were at school? I clearly am not on his Top 5 list!'
'He hasn't confirmed everything yet!' I grumbled. 'Man up and just tell him, woman!'
'Why are you always pushing me?' Princess cried. 'Can't you tell I am being pressured here?'

'It would be better! I am sure he likes you! Weren't you saying how he always looks at you and stuff? Why can't you gather the confidence? Just do it already! If he rejects you, I'm sure you will find someone right for you! After all, you are a great person! So why don't you just confess so that everything would be back to normal?!'

Her eyes narrowed. 'Oh, so this is what that's about, huh? Everything going back to normal? You always say you support me, and now you don't?!'
'I do, Prince, I do!' I insisted. 'It's just that... you spend less time with your friends now that you are day-dreaming and always chatting with him!'
'No. I don't think that's the reason. You're just jealous you aren't in love, aren't you?' She snarled. 'You're just jealous that you don't have the guts to be in a relationship, aren't you?'

'It's not like you are in one!' I protested. 'I wasn't suggesting that! I was saying-'
'That you are an attention-seeking brat who wants to be loved but can't because she only dreams of it and doesn't have the guts to be in an actual relationship?' Princess spat. I just bat away insults like they were nothing, I was really sensitive to insults.

'Well then,' I retorted angrily. 'You are a helpless girl who may talk about love like she knows everything about it, but actually can't even confess to a guy she really likes for like, eons!'
'What a bad insult, brat!'
'Helpless romantic!'
'Fix your attitude and you might get a date!'
'Fix your face and you might actually gain courage to confess!'

'Bitch.'
'Trottel!'
'WHAT WAS THAT?!'
'MORON IN GERMAN, STUPID!'

She grabbed a nearby object which was red and yellow in color. It was a Daruma doll. What? Was she gonna give me good fortune or something? 'I wish you would learn the true meaning of love!' She screeched. 'May be then would you understand the struggle! I wish lots of men fall for you!'

'Tch. Daruma Dolls aren't real charms, jerk!' She threw the doll at me, missiing by an inch. It crashed onto the floor, making a little breaking noise. No clerk decided to check that. Phew. Good thing the shop was empty of customers, excepting us, of course. I glanced at the broken peices, before staring back at her.
'What? Scared of the wish, brat?' She taunted. 'You talk big but you are nothing!'

Being sensitive to insults as I mentioned, I grabbed the nearest object I could reach- a so-called "unlucky" symbol in Japan- a raven. Of course it wasn't real, it was just a jar. Or so I thought. It was of course, black, a bad-luck color. In its beak it carried a white carnation, symbolizing death. 'I wish you could feel how it's like to feel left out!' I cried. 'I hope you know how it feels like to know you can't love someone because of a simple wish you had for that friend! I had wanted not to interfere!'

'Wait, you like him-' I threw the jar in her direction, which she dodged, making it shatter on the wall behind her. I heard footsteps and I glanced in the direction. My two blonde friends and my shy friend approached us.
'What the hell was that?!' Emily scolded. She and the other two picked up pieces. 'You broke two things! We need to pay! But judging by how many items Moi... got...' Her eyes widened. Andrea and Melissa's eyes did the same, their breath ragged.

'Um, guys?' Princess looked at them, before looking behind me. She gasped.
'Hey, I know I look kinda hedious right now, but-'
'Not you!' Melissa cried. 'Behind you!'

I quickly swivelled, only to come face to chest with a creature that stank of death. I froze. My heartbeat quickened as the creature unfolded its raven wings and extended a white carnation out to me. I glanced at it before looking back up at the creature. It sighed. 'People don't enjoy the beauty of death...' He muttered, throwing the carnation behind his shoulder.

'W-Who are you?' Andrea stuttered. I was proud that the shy one of the group actually spoke first.
'I am Shinigami Sirem.' It replied, its voice sounding like dry leaves being crushed. I loved the sound. He sounded male, and definitely looked like one. 'I am here because I kind of got trapped in that jar.'

'Like a genie?' Emily asked blankly. THe shinigami nodded.
'You see, I am not like any Shinigami, or death god/s in english. I am a collector, and I love researching. One day I decided to search the Universe if other Notes existed-'

'Wait, what?!' Melissa glanced pointedly at Princess and I. We sighed in sync, before glaring at each other.
'From the manga Death Note, there were death gods living in a realm above us. They have magic murder-notebooks that, if you write a name in the book and picture the person's face clearly, they will die in 40 seconds of a heart attack. The human's lifespan is added to the shinigami's.' Princess explained.

'They are the only known Notes to exist. Sirem here is trying to find out if other Notes with different effects exist.' I continued.
'Yes, precisely.' Sirem muttered. 'After years of researching, I found 24 different Notes, including the Death Note!'
'WHAT?!'

'Interesting, I know, but eons ago, I was forced to hide the Notes so that the Shinigami King won't find them. I only kept my own Death Note, and concealed one of the 24 in my cloak before the King decided to trap me into the jar so I won't "disrupt the balance". Well, my concern is that somebody might have picked up the remaining 22 notes and used them for evil or greed.'

'So, can't you just find the Notes yourself?'
'Well, the problem is...' Sirem pulled out an object from his cloak. 'I used one of the concealed Note to hide the others...'
We all looked at the cover. Dimension Note. 'Aaaannnddd... Why are you telling us this?'

'I used the Note to transport me to your dimension so that I am safe for the punishments of the KIng. I can't go to the other dimensions since I am from a different anime...'
'WHAT?!' Princess screamed. 'HOLY TRUCK, YOU SCATTERED THE NOTES THROUGH ANIME WORLDS?!'
The SHiningami winced. 'Yes, two in each. The point is, seeing as you set me free and are the only ones that can see and talk to me, you are the only ones who could save worlds from possible destruction.'

'Wait, usually you touch the Notes to see a Shinigami.'
'The jar is made of the same material the Notes are made of.'
Emily, Melissa and Andrea looked down, seeing their hands still holding the broken peices of the two objects we threw at each other. 'Dammit!'

'Do you agree on helping me?' The shinigami asked. I was too stunned for words. Sirem held out his Dimension Note. 'I know it's a shock, but take this Dimension Note if you accept the mission.'

'W-Why me?' I croaked.
'You are the one who set me free. Therefore, you are the leader.'
"And that's how we got into this situation. I kept my gaze on the Note. 'Remember, whatever choice you make, there's no turning back.' I heard Emily say. I reached out a quivering hand and gently plucked the Note from his grasp. He sort of grinned with his messed up beak-mouth.

"'D-Do we start at the beginning of the series?'
"'Yes. You could either choose to stick to cannon or create a new story the way you like it. Remember the fates of the worlds depends on you.'
"'Then let us begin the Summoning proccess.' He said. He started to draw a "magic circle" around us with his nail. THe ring glowed blue. 'Step inside the circle.' We all stepped in reluctantly. 'Now, envision the first world you want to go in, leader.' I imagined the world of titans and 3DMG. 'Second, you must all think of a power you would all love to get.' I thought of Blue Bloods... 'Now, leader, imagine the location you want to be in...' I took a deep breath and concentrated... 'Okay, now, make sure you stay in the circle since it will transport you in 20 seconds. There's no stopping it!'

"'Hey, I knew you guys were- WHAT THE HELL?!' My head snapped up. Blake, Adedas' buddy, was pushing my baby brother's stroller. Adedas himself was beside my brother, looking bewildered. 'I knew Moira was conspiring with creatures!'
"'Don't worry, we'll save you!' Adedas grabbed my little brother's hand, dragging him towards the circle. Blake pushed the stroller and himself forward, yelling.

"10...
"'YAHHHH!'
"9...
"'Back off guys!'
"8...
"'Stop!'
"7...
"'We'll save you!'
"6...
"'Stop them!'
"5...
"'They're coming!'
"4...
"'That's what she said!'
"3...
"'Shut up Adedas!'
"2...
"'Imbeciles! They're going in the circle!'
"1!
"'ADEDAS, NO!' I heard Princess cry. But it was too late. Brightness filled my vision.

Tch. Even in the most dangerous situations she would care and think about him... I wish I could be like her.

Thanks for reading! I know it's long, boring and crappy, but feel free to critisize! /strong
I do not own my friends, temporary friends, or my siblings!/strong
(P.S Their names really are Princess and Adedas! Don't create a mob to haunt me down, please!)/strong
(P.P.S I hate swearing! You could imagine how hard it is to type out the B word. Don't judge! Haters, back off!)