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I wasn't completly convinced about the notebook. After dinner, I had a prep course to go to. I brung the notebook with me. I don't know why, but it's like it calling to me every time I leave it alone. When I got to the prep course at school, I paid attention to my teacher. No one was paying attention becaues a guy named Mark was picking on one of the students.

"Give me my glasses, Mark!" the victom cried out as he tried to get his glasses back by jumping to reach Mark's hand.

"Come on shorty, keep trying, I like to see you try!" Mark said

I wanted to kill him so badly. I look at Death Note and thought about killing Mark, but then again he's not a criminal. It'll be wrong to kill an innocent person. I think I should aviod anyone who I actually know, not it makes any differences anyway.

As the prep course was over, I was walking home. There passing by I saw a motorcycle gang. A woman walked passed me as she was sayin goodbye to her friend. The girl had blonde hair and blue eyes. She was very actrative and it looked like almost any man could want to have her. I went into the nearest store and went over to the magazines, pretending to read them.

The motorcycle gang came up to the woman and circle around her. She stopped and looked frighten about the situation. The leader of the motorcycle gang smirked at her.

"My your pretty arent' you?" he said.

"Leave me alone!" The woman shouted

Suddenly the leader put his arm around her neck. The woman screamed and struggled to get out of his grip. The rest of the motorcycle gang laughed in ammusement of the woman's despreate cry. One of the gang came up to her and placed his hands on her short. The woman shriek and place her hands on top of his so he won't pull them down.

I took out Death Note and placed it on top of the open magazine. I open the notebook and took out my pencil. I watched the woman and the motorcycly gang so I can see what the leader's name is.

"Please, leave me alone!" The woman cried. "Let me go!"

"Aw come on cutie," The leader said. "You can't run away from Ron Richardson."

I smirked and whispered. "Perfect."

I wrote down the name: Ron Richardson, on the notebook and this time, I wrote down what kind of death he'll have. After I finsihed writing the cause of his death, I waited for six minutes and forty seconds to see it happened. The woman kicked Ron Richardson on the shin and she ran as she tried to escape from him.

"Hey, wait come back hottie!" Ron Richardson called

He got on this motorcycle and begun to chase after her. As the woman was running, she ran onto the streets and luckly the cars didn't hit her. In the same time, as she got to the other side of the road, Ron Richardson was hit by a truck. It was like slow motion when I saw his death.

My eyes widen with shock. "Death Note is real!"

Five days later...

Hades POV

The Underworld is boring as ever, but when I drop my notebook a few days ago, it was fun to watch. Down there I saw a eighteen year old boy using my notebook and he seems to be enjoying it. I mean a lt of souls are coming form the human world and I really do mean a lot. My other godly friends were just looking at their notebooks and trying to find which person is going to die, by looking at their life line, but no these days humans have a long life line and it's hard to find someone that is close to their deaths.

"Hey, Hdes come and talk to us," one of my godly friends called out. "You've been being bored for a long time."

"No, it's alright," I said. Then I began to smirk very slowly and whispered. "I think I should pay this boy a visit."

Back to Octavian's POV after the five days...

As I got home form school, Mom was eagered to see if I won the competition that I entered for school. Julie was also excited to see it too. Actually everyone in my house was excited to see it. I handed the lettre to Mom.

"I hope you won." Mom said excitedly.

"Octavian is going to win anyway." Julie said.

Mom open the letter and read the papers. She squealed like a little girl. My sister took the paper out of her hands and read the letter too. She too squeal like a little girl. I screctly rolled my eyes behind their backs and headed up to the stairs.

"I'm going to my home to study," I said. "Don't bother me."

As I got to my room, I locked the door. I opn my lock drawer and there was Death Note. I placed death Note on my deask and open it. I flip through the pages as I laugh. So many names on criminals that I putted on the last five days. This is brilliant! My plan is working!

"It seems like it, you grown fond of it." said a voice.

I gasped and turn around. I screamed and fell off of my chair and onto the floor. There I saw a man, a human man. He was wearing a long black cloak. He had black night hair, muddy brown eyes, and ghost pale skin. He was wearing some sort of Greek or Roman helm.

"Let me introduced myself," The man said. "I'm Hades god of the Underworld. I'm the one who drop that notebook."

I got up from the floor, calmly.

"I'm not surprsied that a ruler of the underworld drop Death Note." I said calmly. "The truth is, I've been expecting you."

Hades's eyes widen with surprsied. "I've heard stories of Death Notes falling into the human realm before, but never has I heard of a mortals to write down so many names in merely 5 days, saying that most mortals would be too scared to."

"There must be some kind of consequence to using the notebook and assumes that my soul will be taken." I said confidently.

"Now you have picked up the notebook," Hades said. "it belongs to you now and that if you no longer desires it, you can simply pass it down to another mortal; the only consequences to using the Death Note will be that the user will experience terrors that only Death Note owners can experience and that the mortal user will not be able to go to heaven or hell after they die."

Suddenly, the door knocked.

"Octvian, can you open the door?"Mom called out as she knocked.

"Coming, Mom!" I called as I took the Death Noe and placed it under my bed. I gazed at the death god. How can I hide him? Mom would freak out to see a strange man in my room. She'll call the police!

"It's alright." Hades said. "You can open the door. She won't see me."

I wasn't sure if he was right about this, but I did as he told me to. I open the door and there was mom holding a bowl of apples.

"Octavian, theneighbors gave us some apples." Mom said. "I want you to have a snack for your studding, you know the extra strength. Why is it dark in your room?"

I look at Mom and look back at the death god. He was right! Mom can't see him, which I was pleased. That means, I may be the only person that can see Hades then. This might be entertaining for me.

"Thank you, for the apples Mom," I thanked her as I took the apples. "Oh and sorry for my room being dark, I like it this way so I can consentrate."

"Oh well, just study hard." Mom said and she went back downstairs and into the kitchen.

I closed the door and placed the apples on my desk. I look at Hades wondering why I'm the only person that can see him and no one else. I mean he's a god after all and he can change his appearance.

"How come, I can see you and no one else?" I asked

"Becaues, since you've written in the notebook, you are the only one that can see or hear me." Hades explained.

Then Hades helps himself to the apples. I frowned. Doesn't the god of the death has food in his home? I mean he did gave his wife fruit so she can stay with him a half or a way or whatever it is. I mean I don't see why he can eat food in his home instead of mine.

"Why was I chosen to have the notebook." I asked

"You were not chosen based on anything." Hades replied. "It was all a mere coincidence, which is why I wrote the Death Note's instructions in English—the most popular language in the mortal world than Greek. Not believing that I wrote the instructions on a mere whim."

"Why did you dropped the notebook?" I asked again

"I was bored." Hades answerd as he rolled his eyes. "It's boring my realm has become. My wife is just in her garden, while my mother-in-law naggs at me everyday. All the other death gods and goddesses spend their time either sleeping or gambling, and if they see someone writing names into their notebook. The way I see it, it is more fun to be in the mortal world."

Then Hades asked. "Why did you only specified the cause of death for the motorcyclist?"

"If the most vicious criminals begin dying of a heart attack," I explained. "That even the most simple-minded people will notice that someone is passing righteous judgmentupon them."

"Why you wanted to pass righteous judgment in the first place?" Hades asked

"I was bored, too." I simply answered and then I explained more.

Flashback

I was walking away from the scene slowly as I tried to get the death in my mind. I killed him! I killed him! I killed two people! They were criminals, yes, but still, I killed somebody! Is this justice or injustice? Then I huess that someone must take it upon themselves to do it, even if it means sacrificing one's own life.

At school, as the first signs of the sunlight appear on my desk, I convinces myself that no one else would be able to do such a thing and that only I can cleanse the world. I am justice and nothing else. I will clean this wold until no evil is left!

As I went home, I open Death Note and started to write many crinimal names that I got from my father's desk in his stddies. I made copies of them so I can see how many is there. I stayed up until midnight to write down these namesof all the criminals. I laugh quietly to myself as I enjoy this moment.

Flashback ended

"If I were to do this, then the only bad-hearted person will be me, myself." Hades replied after he heard my whole explaination.

I merely brushes this comment aside. "I am a serious straight-A student who will reign over a New World as God! I will clean this world from evil. I will stop anyone who gets in my way! I am justice!"

Hades smirked. "Mortals are indeed a riot."

How To Use: II

1. The notebook shall become the property of the human world, once it touches the ground of (arrives in) the human world.

2. The owner of the note can recognize the image and voice of the original owner, i.e. a God of death/Shinigami.

3. The human who uses the notebook can neither go to Heaven nor Hell.