Alright, I suppose the first thing in this I should do is introduce myself...

Hi. I'm Natalie.

Anyway, this beginning may actually sound familiar to you, but that would be because I wrote a different fanfiction on a different account with the whole Maxey Island idea as the base. I am so uncreative. Although, really, this story was originally just a fun project on the side that I never expected to finish, so... Well, I hope you enjoy it, in any case.

This first chapter may seem short, but it's really just a prologue of sorts. The first real chapter will be put out tomorrow. :D

Hope you like it! (Right... I don't own Death Note. There.)

Maxey Island. I still remember the day I went there. I had been so excited to go there, for my mother had only just bought it in anticipation of her retirement. It was only the beginnings of summer, and the realization that vacation had begun had only just started to sink in. I woke up before the alarm went off that morning, due to a restless sleep. I'd been too excited to explore the new house. A vacation house, you could call it.

It took mere moments for me to remember what day it was, and I flung of the sheets and jumped to my feet, scrambling to get ready. I needed to keep busy; otherwise I'd probably, well, spaz. And I wasn't too fond of the idea of hitting my head on something and dying.

I wasn't just excited for the house, nor the mere idea for vacation, however. I was to bring along my best friend. As you may know, at my age, fifteen, friends seemed more important than family. At least, it seemed so, even though that wasn't very true. It was not only my best friend, too, but my two nieces. It would be the first time that my friend and my nieces would truly meet. The one other time they had met each other was when one group – my nieces – was going, and the other – my friend – was coming. They hardly even got to speak to each other. All they managed was a small, "Hello." In fact, it was more of a, "Hi-bye!"

I frowned at the shelf in my room, trying to decide if there was anything I should bring for the sake of my guests. On the shelf was a variety of anime-related items; Naruto headbands, a Death Note DS game, origami, drawing books, etc…. After gazing at the shelf for a bit, I shrugged and headed to my bed. My hand reached beneath it and pulled out a box. I clicked open the lid, and grabbed a few stuffed animals. My nieces still loved to play with them, and my friend might want to squeeze one in fear if there was a storm. …Nah, scratch the latter; she had her plushies. I grabbed four in total, one anime character per person; there was one for Near, Itachi, and Mello, plus a demented Light plushie. But that's beside the point.

After I shoved the animals into my bag, I looked at the shelf again. After pondering over it a moment, I snatched my Death Note manga box set and put that in my big black bag that served as somewhat of a suitcase. After all, the older of my two nieces may want to read it; I had accidentally gotten them both into the series, even though they hadn't read or watched it. I feared showing it to the younger of the two, though. She was only seven, so I just wanted to wait until she was a little older. As for my friend… she might want to read it. Might. She more wanted to watch the anime, and had gotten through part of it already.

Satisfied, I went down the stairs.

As I waited for the people to arrive, I listened to music, twiddling with my fingers. I was jumpy with excitement, I can tell you that much, but listening to the music just gave me a sort of far-off, blank look. My thoughts were far from blank, of course. My thoughts were in another world…. It's not like anyone could really interrupt me. I was alone in the house; Mom was at work. My mom, surprisingly enough, had trusted me and the others to go to Maxey Island on our own. My dad would pick us up and drop us off, and my parents would visit occasionally, but other than that, we'd be independent. I already had a whole bunch of snacks gathered on the kitchen table. We'd certainly have fun, I knew that much….

I snapped out of my music-induced daydreams when I heard the back door open and close, footsteps thumping closer to me. I pulled the earphones out of my ears, shut off my Walkman, and stood, a grin on my face.

"Aunt Natalie!" Anna, the younger of my two nieces, cried in delight at the sight of me, and jumped at me in an excited hug. She had light brown hair; so light that that it almost looked dirty blond. It had a slight curl to it at the ends, and it was put in a low ponytail. Of course, she still had hair falling down around her face, almost as though she were imitating Itachi Uchiha of Naruto.

"Anna!" I replied just as enthusiastically, though she'd nearly knocked me over.

Sierra, the older of the two at thirteen, trudged in with a grin on her face, weighed down by what seemed to be hers and her sister's belongings. "Hey!" she squeaked. I ran to hug her, as well. She had a darker brown hair, that also had a slight curl to it; more of a wave, actually. It was pulled into a ponytail as well, but it was higher than her little sister's. She looked a lot like me, actually, the only difference being that my hair was down, and it lay flat. My dark brown hair was completely and utterly straight. And I liked it that way. Actually, it being short, flat, and lifeless, it gave it a look that reminded many of Light Yagami. Don't ask. My best friend actually screamed when she first saw that haircut….

"Is Sam here yet?" Anna asked hopefully, speaking of my friend.

I shook my head. "No, but I'm sure she'll be here soon."

"This is gonna be so fun!" Sierra said happily, then carefully set down hers and Anna's things.

"Yeah!" Anna agreed. "We're meeting Sam! And we can tell scary stories at night; maybe we'll even meet a ghost. And we can play games, and have a party!"

"Yes, it shall be quite fun," I said with my 'sophisticated look' on.

"Ooh, can we go upstairs and play until Sam gets here?" Anna asked.

"I dunno…," I replied hesitantly, putting my hand to the back of my neck. "Sam could get here at any point in time, you know…."

As if on cue, there was the sound of a bell being rung. At my house, we actually have an old-fashioned bell at our back door. The actual doorbell was in the front for people like… delivery people. And Girl Scouts.

"Stay here," I told the two of them. "I want to be sure to see the look on her face when she sees you, and vice versa."

"Okay," Sierra grinned.

I ran out of the living room, through the dining room, through the kitchen, and down the steps into the back hall. I opened the door as quickly as possible, and jumped to hug my friend once she was through the door. "Hi!" I squeaked.

"Hi," Sam muttered, shoving me off. She wasn't very fond of hugs. Ah, and Sam. Her hair was currently curly, much to my enjoyment. She had been straightening her long, deep brown hair recently, and I liked her natural look better. Plus, it made her hair more pettable.

"C'mon, c'mon!" I coaxed, pulling her by the wrist.

"I'm coming, Natalie, jeez!"

I led her into the living room, where the three had their first real meeting. Sam was bombarded with questions from Anna. Things like, "Do you really get drunk off of chocolate?" or "So you're the fangirl of Itachi?" or even "Is it true you don't like hugs?" My dad's car soon came, though, and we were on our way.

"Tell a scary story; tell a scary story!" said Anna excitedly. We were "camping out" on the floor, as that seemed to be cool to Anna. Sierra, Sam, and I didn't see anything wrong with the idea, so we were now sitting in our sleeping bags on the floor of the living room of my house on Maxey Island.

When no one else offered to obey, I sighed and obliged. I flipped into my story mode easily. My voice naturally lowered, and words flowed smoothly. "Do you know, Anna, why no one has bought this house?" I asked. "Or why it's called Maxey Island? Well… there have been disappearances, you see. Long ago, a boy and his mother lived on this very island, in this very house. …Especially since it's the only house on the island…. The little boy's name was Max, and he was only five years old. He went missing a week after living here. He was just… gone, without a trace. No one ever found him. The mother moved out, unable to bear living in the very place her son had disappeared. Time passed, and people were hesitant to buy this place. 'There's a kidnapper,' some said. 'The boy was taken away!' Others said it was an unnatural phenomenon that caused it, and others still claimed he had wandered off on his own. He was only five, after all.

"Nonetheless, the price of the house went slowly down, and a poor family bought it. A mother, who worked as a jeweler, a father, who was searching for a job, and an infant girl by the name of Sophia. Poor Sophia disappeared the second night. Now the people grew more sure that it was a kidnapping, for how could an infant go off on her own? They closed off the house, searching the island for Sophia or any signs of a criminal. There were none. The parents of the girl stayed here even after, as they had nowhere else to go, and certainly couldn't afford another home. However, there was a month or so where they didn't come out of the house. They weren't missed. Both had fallen into a coma of sorts, and when someone went to check on them, they were dead, for unexplained reasons.

"No one bought the house for a long while after that. Not until quite recently, actually…. We are the next to come, and thus, my friends, we will be the next victims." I paused. "The end." And then, I collapsed into a laying position, as I had been sitting up before.

"Did that stuff actually happen?" Sierra asked.

"Yup!" I replied happily. "I looked it up, isn't that awesome? I do hope we all disappear." I gasped. "Maybe we'll be whisked off to another dimension!"

"Like Naruto?" Anna asked hopefully.

"Or Death Note!" I chirped.

"Or Black Butler!" Sam squealed.

"Or One Piece!" Sierra squeaked.

"Or Bleach," Anna grinned.

"Or Fullmetal Alchemist," I added.

"Or Vampire Knight," Sam laughed.

"Or Fruits Basket!" Sierra cried in delight.

"Or Tai-chi Chasers!" Anna exclaimed.

"Or Spongebob!" I finished with a laugh.

Anna giggled, while Sierra laughed along with me. Sam was trying not to laugh, but failing epically due to the simple fact that laughing is contagious. We soon settled down for the night, though, and Anna was the first to fall asleep while she listened to songs on my Walkman that she liked and cuddled with the stuffed animal I had brought that represented Near. It was a white teddy bear that I'd had for years. "Natalie?" Sam asked absently. "How much money have you got saved up?"

I pursed my lips, and grabbed my wallet from my purse. I don't know why I bothered having a purse; I didn't really bring it with me anywhere.

"Hey, Natalie, you said you brought along Death Note?" Sierra asked. "Can I read it?"

I smiled and giddily changed my course so I could pull out the box set of all the mangas. Then, handed it over to her. She immediately took out the first volume.

Sam gave me a look. "Wow, Natalie," she said, raising her eyebrows.

I shrugged in reply, and flipped through the paper money I'd grabbed. "Two hundred and fifty-three," I told her. "Wow, I finally broke a hundred! And two hundred… and I didn't even know it…."

"Meh…. I'm gonna get a snack," she announced, getting to her feet. She came back with a bag of chips.

I grinned and snatched a chip. "I wonder if I can eat chips dramatically like Light!" I exclaimed.

"Drama!" Sierra sang, and flipped a page. "Whoa… he looks all… happy and stuff…."

"Yeah and yeah…. Light looks so innocent in the beginning, doesn't he?"

"Oh my god, yeah!" Sam squealed. "The sparkly chips!" As if to demonstrate, she took a very dramatic bite of her chip. "I hate Light," she said, some chip in her mouth. "With a strong passion."

I sighed. This again. "Why ever do you hate him, Sam? I know the whole thing with L, but really?"

"He's a gay bastard! And I know when I call Sasuke gay, I don't mean it, but with Light, I really mean it."

"Please, Sam, do inform me your proof that he's gay." I paused. "Other than his last name."

"His hair," she said curtly. "It's so… gay… and flat. It's lifeless!"

I rose an eyebrow. "So you think he's gay because he has flat hair?"

"Yep!"

"That's kinda mean," Sierra frowned.

"Light's a creepy murderer dude with a horrible laugh!" Sam argued.

"He's still human," said Sierra.

"I thought he believed he was God," Sam shot back, raising her eyebrows.

I pursed my lips. "Guys," I interrupted, "please don't argue about this. And Sam, please stop freaking out on me."

"Speaking of fangirls," Sam said, and I frowned in confusion, "you gotta feel bad for the ones who like L…. I friggin' hate bananas!" Sam exclaimed, pounding her fist on the ground, and she laughed.

"Why?" Sierra gasped, looking up. "Deidara's a banana! Do you hate him?"

Sam shook her head. "There's a girl in my school who's a major L fangirl, and I was quoting her. Bananas are the last food L eats before he dies."

"Oh," Sierra said, nodding.

"Actually, the last food he ate was those little panda cookies," I pointed out.

"Whatever. Tell that to Hayley," Sam shrugged. (Hayley would be the L fangirl.)

I sighed. "Okay, guys, 'night! 'Night, Sierra, 'night Sam, 'night Anna…."

"G'night," Sam mumbled, rolling up the bag of chips.

"I'm staying up a bit longer…," said Sierra, flipping another page.

"Yup. Me too," Sam said, pulling out her iPod.

"Ah, well, 'night."

There was a pause, and Sierra grinned. "'Night Light."

I held back a laugh. "Heh… 'Night Light!"

She giggled, and I joined her. "'Night Light!"

"'Night Light!"

"Oh my god," Sam mumbled, snatching my potato chip away from me and nomming on it before I could grab it back.

"Meh," I huffed, and rolled over. "…'Night Light…," I grinned, and closed my eyes.

"Marsh-Mello," Sierra smirked.

"L-vis," I snickered.

"It's a near-icle!" we said together, spreading our arms palms forward in am imitation of a rainbow.

"Oh, wow," Sam laughed.

I smiled. "Good night. May you all have wonderfully weird dreams, and let us all hope we will be whisked away and discover the mystery of the disappearances."

Pause.

"Right…," said Sam.

I smiled and drifted off into a peaceful sleep. I was tired, it was late, and Anna was most likely going to be waking me up in the morning.

If you're reading this, then you read it all the way through. *grin* Thanks. Next chapter you can guess what happens; typical real-people-enter-new-dimension story... And there will be pairings.

Just much, much later on.

Fun Fact: Because I never planned to finish this, there was a time where I never showed it to anyone. Then Sam saw it in my folder one day and asked me what it was... If she hadn't told me it was awesome, I may have never kept it going. So... yeah.

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