Claire: Ms. Green had a lot of fun writting the Ebony part ;)

Ms. Green: Oh yes I did ;)

Claire: I kinda wanna spoil it for them...

Ms. Green: Noooo! I worked too hard for that! But I'm not the only one who was hard ;)

Claire: oh yes Mr. Sexual hardwood ;)

Ms. Green: Just call me Sexy for short ;)

Claire: well Mr. Sexy, you wanna do the disclaimer?

Ms. Green:... Ugh fine.

So this shit that we be writin don't be our original shit. We don't own no Light Yagami or L or any of dem fools. We don't own no Death Note or shit. We just own our pimpin' OC's and ALL dem boys in da hood. Ya get my drift?

Claire:... That was beautiful. *tears up* true poetry! BRAVA!

Ms. Green: *bows and suddenly has on a tiara, a sash and is holding flowers* I'd like to thank my family for being so supportive of my writing, and all the ice cream I've eaten during this creative pro-

Claire: AND NOBODY GIVES A DAMN! On with the show! L OPEN THE FRIKIN CURTAINS ALREADY!

*L in sexy maid out fit*: yes ma'm


Ebony threw her math text book across the room. She knew she wasn't smart enough to be going to To-Ho University, especially on a scholarship. She had grown up in a small orphanage, with no name and no friends.

Ever since she could remember she could see floating red numbers above people's heads. They didn't seem to have anything to do with anything, but whenever she talked to people about it, they looked at her in awe. Apparently they thought she was some sort of math prodigy. When in reality, she barely knew anything above Algebra. Actually, she was just bad at school. She made horrific grades in everything but languages.

She excelled at languages, she barely had to hear a language to be able to speak it fluently. Yet she recieved a scholarship to Touhou for math. A math scholarship.

She stood up and collected her papers. Maybe if she talked to the teacher he could explain it. She walked over to the mirror by the front door of her dorm. She fluffed her scarlet red corkscrew curls and smiled. She wasn't very tall but she still looked like a model. Grinning mischeivously, she made her way to the math lecture hall.


"Knock knock?" She raised the pitch of her voice flirtatiously as she popped her head into Professer Abel's office at the back of the large empty room. She made sure to come during his office hours when no other students were around. The young professor had his back to her, he was pretending to work, but was actually on an online dating sight. Ebony laughed lightly. He quickly switched tabs to his next math lecture.

"Miss Archer, please come in!" He motioned for her to sit across from him on the other side of his desk. She walked in slowly, careful to swing her hips seductively. She sat down in the leather chair and leaned over the desk, her low cut tank top showing off her C cups that she had pushed up to D's for the occasion. She looked up at her teacher's handsome face through her long thick eyelashes. He was an attractive man with short light brown hair, five o'clock shadow, and large hazel eyes. He had a strong jaw line and was built like a swimmer, he looked maybe twenty five at most. He loosened up his blue tie and took off his suit jacket, leaning back in his chair.

"Well I don't understand the material and I was wondering if maybe you could explain it to me? Or maybe we could work some sort of extra credit out?" She batted her blue eyes at him, his cheeks flushed slightly. 'This is so easy, poor bastard is desperate. Look's like I'll be getting an A.' She grinned.

"Well I'm sure we can work something out," he smiled back and uncrossed his legs, "how about you come over here and show me the concept you didn't understand?" He motioned for her to move next to him. She stood up, closed the door and pulled her the chair next to him, not bothering to pull down her blue jean mini skirt as it rode up, barely cover her underwear. She leaned across the table and grabbed her text books, lingering with her chest infront of his face a moment longer than necessary. When she sat back down his face was bright red, "Um, so about that, uh, problem," he stuttered, looking her over. He snapped his gaze back to the text book, she flipped it open to a random page, her eyes never leaving him. She slipped her purse off her shoulder, pulling one of the straps of her shirt down too. She pulled out a bottle of whiskey and two glasses.

"I don't know about you, but I can't work when I'm thirsty. Do you want some?" She unscrewed the lid and began pouring the golden liquid into the two glasses.

"Well, I can't turn down the offer, that would be rude," he lifted up the glass and downed it in one gulp. She could see him relaxing, she had a sip from her own cup and looked the man over, trying to figure out where to go from there.

"So, I didn't really understand that concept, Mr. Abel," she pointed at some random numbers and pushed the textbook to the far end of the desk away from her. She was maybe and inch away from the professor, he leaned farther back in his chair and laid a hand on her arm.

"Please, Ebony, just call me Gill," she imagined him turning into a fish and suffocating in the air. The thought made her laugh. His face went from a loose, lazy smile to a serious one. "Ebony, we need to talk about your behavior in class lately, you're making things... Hard for me."

"Is that a bad thing?" She traced a hand down his shirt and her other on his shoulder. She was happy about how smoothly things were going. She'd have an A in his class soon.

"No, I want you to make it harder," he grabbed both of her arms and pulled her of her chair and onto him, kissing her passionately. She wound her thin fingers through his hair and wrapped her legs around his waist. He stood up, her still locked around him, and sat her down on the desk. His breathing became harder and more ragged, he leaned over her as they kissed, bracing himself with one hand on the table and the other on the small of her back.

"Wait," Ebony said, pushing him away with one hand. She lifted both arms up over her head and stared at him expectantly. He pulled his tie off and ripped her thin shirt up over her in one swift movement. Suddenly, the math text book that had been knocked onto the ground in the ruckus, flew up into the air. She rolled out of the way right as the book came crashing down on the teacher's head. His eyes lolled into the back of his head and he fell forward, unconscious onto the table.

A shinigami appeared, holding the textbook in hand. Ebony rolled her eyes, not at all surprised. The shinigami looked almost human, except for his taloned bird feet, large blood red wings, and the grey bird skull he wore on his head like a helmet, glowing red orbs, filling the eye sockets. He ripped the skull off his head and looked at her angrily with two amber eyes. His golden hair disheveled.

"Are you trying to give me a bad grade?" She sighed in irritation.

"You can't go and sleep with every professor that gives you a bad grade!" He growled back, "What kind of guardian would I be if I let you get away with that?"

"Actually, you just made it that much easier. But why do you protect me? Shinigami aren't supposed to protect, they're supposed to observe," she began dragging the unconscious professor onto the ground. She ruffled his hair and undressed him, sloppily throwing his clothes around the room, "Oh my god, he calls that a dick?" She snickered.

"Ebony," The death god warned. She was pushing her luck, she knocked over one of the whiskey glasses and tossed the bottle to the shinigami.

"Raiden," she mimicked his gravely dark voice, "drink this." He sighed and drunk the rest reluctantly, tossing the bottle back to her. She threw it into the garbage can, knocking it over. She shoved the unconscious man's boxers into her purse and quickly rushed out of the room.


Ebony stormed angrily through the cafeteria with her lunch gripped tightly in her small dainty hands. She ignored the shinigami who floated calmly next to her. Soon she spotted a friend sitting close by, eyes glued on an object. 'Probably one of her new boy toys' Ebony reasoned to herself while she sat down next to her small friend.

"Oh god! Ebony! I'm in love!" Yori, one of Ebony's friends, squealed in delight. The girls short brown hair, bounced up and down uncontrollably while she moved around in her seat.

Ebony looked at the girl in mock excitement. "Oh, really? Who is it? You have got to tell me." Ebony shouted while grabbing Yori's shoulders. 'I might as well play along.' Ebony thought

Yori's sighed dramatically while letting her head fall back. "Light Yagami..." Yori sighed dreamily.

'Light yagami... I've heard of him...' "Light Yagami? Wasn't he the one who got the top scores during the entrance exams?" Ebony commented, while she released her friend to sit normally in her seat.

"Oh I totally call bull shit on that one!" Another voice interrupted. A girl with white long curls plopped herself between the two. She haphazardly dropped her lunch tray on the metallic picnic table. Taking big gulps of food she began her explanation. "There's nothing special to that kid. From what I can tell he's an arrogant prick." The girl said with hate dripping off her tongue.

"No way! You've got it all wrong Kaori! That's not my Light! Light is kind and gentle... A true gentleman!" Yori retorted angrily at Kaori.

Kaori flipped off Yori, and glared at her with cold green eyes. "Get your head out of the clouds, Yori. Either Light is just a double sided ass or a really good actor. He's not the sweet guy you and his other fan girls make him out to be."

'A really good actor huh? Sounds like its time for me to do some research'

"What are you thinking Ebony?" Raiden mumbled suspiciously in her ears.

"Oh you know. Just how I'm gonna sleep with my next tutor." Ebony answered with an evil glint in her eyes.