Hey, this is my first Death Note fanfic!
It's about someone who had a Death Note, and loved a Shinigami
I don't own Death Note wish I did I really wish I did…..but I'm poorer then…..something really poor!
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1. there are male and female gods of death, but its neither permitted nor possible for them to have sexual relations with humans. the gods of death also cannot have sex with each other.
"It's one of the rules, you can't have sex with a shinigami, and shinigami just don't have sex, but there are possibilities open.
I'm not going to tell you my name or my shinigami's either, just know I found a Death Note, and I used it, how I longed to have the power I had, life and death at the tips of your fingers.
People have been dictating my world since I was placed in a mental institution, different personalities they said, they told my parents I needed to be there, inside those four white walls most of my life.
I think that's why I can still remember, I can still remember everything about him, my shinigami even though I don't have my Death Note any longer, I no longer have my shinigami to plot with, to laugh with, I hardly used my Death Note, but we still have fun. I got out of my four white walls, I lived a good life, I was content, then one day, Kira emerged, Kira the owner of a Death Note, and Kira hasn't the eyes.
Then one day I seen a boy sitting down at a park bench talking to what would have appeared to be no one, feeding him an apple, but I saw, I saw my R--"
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AN: hoped you guys liked it, leave me a review, and tell me what you think!