THINGIE BEFORE HAND

Thanks to everybody that read and reviewed! I guess I'm supposed to put up a disclaimer: I do not own Death Note. If my story ever begins to (or does) sucks, please tell me and I'll rewrite it darker or something. Sorry for previous confusion between character changes, I didn't know didn't use the key characters I used to separate them (star symbol). If you notice anything else weird, please tell me. Or if you have ideas- I'm sorta making this up as I go.

STORY – CHAPTER 2

"Oh, Mr. Depp, this is a dream come true!" I stared into his sleepy eyes, a lovesick smile plastered on my face.

"Ai, my dear Shinomi, call me Johnny." His face slowly came towards mine, his soft breath caressing my welcoming lips. I closed my eyes and-

"Yagami!" A coarse, nasally voice woke me from my dream. I cringed.

The class snickered as I slowly lifted my head from the desk, pretending to still be half-asleep, though I was wide awake by now. "And how may I help you today my lovely Sherry?" I asked, slowly blinking, eyes half closed.

I saw her blush puncture her usual stern façade. "That's Mrs. Harthorn to you, Yagami. The answer, please," she said a bit quieter.

I opened my eyes fully and looked at the complicated mat problem on the white board. My head tipped to the right as I thought quickly, and said "x equals 47."

She didn't bother to look at the answer. "Right, as always," she said more to herself than I. She placed a blank pink detention slip on my desk. "This is what you'll get if you fall asleep again." She took the paper away. "Next time," she whispered so only I cold hear, "don't get caught." She walked back to the board. "Now, can anyone tell me why the answer is 47?"

I gazed out the window, bored. Even Accelerated math wasn't enough to challenge me in the least. School was a waste of my time, but I still had three more years to go if I wanted to graduate as a senior. Dropping out isn't an option, as it is clearly a horrible choice for my future. There's always graduating early, but I still have college after High School, so why rush it?

Being occupied in my thoughts as I was, I didn't notice the thing falling from the sky until it had already passed my view out the window. I blinked. My body involuntarily leaned closer to the window to try to catch a glimpse of it before it hit the ground.

"Yagami!" The teacher shouted, making me snap back into my seat. My other smart classmate, Samantha, rolled her brown eyes at my 'atrocious' behavior, but I paid her no attention. There were no classrooms above this one, and the roof is inaccessible to anybody, so where did it come from? I'll admit, my curiosity was peaked.

Ten horrible minutes later, the bell finally rang, signaling the end of the day and I was the first one out the door and outside. I ran over to the fallen object. Luckily, nobody had found it yet, but I didn't really think anybody else would, not only because it was hidden behind a bush, but also because there was nobody else to find it in the last ten minutes outside other than myself (I admit, I was watching).

I snatched the thing off the ground. It was a book, a black notebook. The title was in silver writing, etched into the cover. "Death… Note," I read from the cover. I flipped it open and found a bunch of people names written down. Some of them I knew were dead criminals.

The other students began coming out, so I stuffed the book into my bag, got on the icky bus and went home.

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I was sitting at the kitchen table eating my snack of carrots and peanut butter. Mom was drinking a cup of tea, which I believe also contained a bit of Sherry, standing next to me while listening to how my day at school was.

I thought of my notebook. "Mom, what's a Death Note?"

She dropped her cup and t fell to the floor, shattering, tea spilling out and creating a puddle. Fear flashed across her face and she began shaking. "W-where did you hear that word, sweetie?"

I rushed and got the broom and dustpan. I began sweeping the larger pieces and looking at the ground. "Some kids in school said it, that's all. It doesn't matter, really."

"No, it's just- my brother. Raito. Kira." Tears streamed down her face and she fell to her knees on the ground. I struggled to figure out what she meant as I cleaned up the rest of the mess.

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It was nine at night. The pull of the Death Note was willing me to come to it, it needed to be used. I flew towards it, no longer able to control myself. It hadn't been five days since it fell to the human world, and I knew someone picked it up since I could feel its movement- I always knew where it was. But who picked it up?

I flew through the big apple (America, New York), went northward a couple hundred miles, and stopped at the lighted window of an apartment building, eight units, and no other buildings directly around it. So this is where the new Death Note owner lives.

I opened the window, going inside to find a young 15-year-old girl lying on her bed, her eyes closed and listening to music on headphones. I walked towards her bed.

"Took you long enough," she said suddenly, sitting up, opening her eyes and taking off the headphones.

I froze, now able to see the name above her head. "Ya… gami?"

"Shinomi," she replied confidently and with a smile. "Shinomi Yagami. Nice to finally meet you, Uncle Raito."