I had dropped one of my notebooks into the human realm. I dropped it in a very specific place, so little Carmen Grace could get her hands on the little black book. I wanted to screw Near over. He thought I was going to Hell, but no, I didn't. I went to a far better place than Heaven or Hell, and I was going to screw him over. The year was 2030. Near was 39, his precious daughter was 14. I think it was the perfect age for the fun to start. After all, Near was pulled into the Kira investigation around that age. The family of two lived in a small city in Maryland, USA. You ask of Carmen Grace's mother? I killed her with one of my Death Notes… no big deal.

I specifically dropped it in a place that only she knew. You might call me a stalker for this, but I watched her. I watched her from the time she woke up to the time she went to sleep. Actually, I watched her 24/7. She spoke in her sleep. From watching her, I could see what she liked to do and her deepest most dark secrets. I dropped it at her tree. Her father planted an oak tree for her when she was younger. Ever since then, she visited the tree everyday for an hour. Often, she read, she drew and listened to music seldom. But on that fateful day of April 4th, everything changed.

…

"Father, I'm going to the tree," Carmen Grace said. Today was the day that she would finally finish her interesting book on physics.

"Okay, R, be careful." Her father said. "R" was a special nickname for Carmen Grace. If you take one of the common consonants and two of the common vowels in her name, you would get the word "are" which sounds like the letter. I suppose that you could also use "cae" and have "K" as the nickname but "R" sounded better.

R walked out of the house with a heavy book and started for the tree. The tree was on top of a round hill overlooking the house. They weren't literally in the countryside. Her father had a skyscraper built with a small "outside" in it. The inside accommodated over 60 people and had two hidden helicopters on the roof… similar to L's safe house. However, this facility was R's home as well as her school. She was homeschooled. Most of the scenery was made by holographic images. The birds, the bright warm sun, and the blue skies were just images made by a projector. The tree and the round hilltop, however, were real. Today, April 4th, was a peculiar day. For R had found a real black notebook.

"What's this?" She pondered aloud. R picked up the notebook that read Death Note. "Death Note… as in a notebook of death?" She flipped to the front page. "'The human's whose name is written in this note shall die.' 'This note will not take effect unless the writer has the person's face in their mind when writing his/her name. Therefore, people sharing the same name will not be affected.' This is a weird note." She then silently read the other rules. From the Shinigami world, I jumped down to the human realm to where she was. I think she heard my footsteps toward her, because she looked up at me. She wasn't startled at all.

"Hello," I said. "I am the Shinigami Kira."

"I'm guessing you came down here to get your notebook back." R said with a bored tone.

"Actually," I smiled. "This notebook is yours. As soon as a notebook of death arrives in the human realm, the human who picks it up is the new owner."

"So, this Death Note is mine?"

"If you don't want it, then you can give it back to me or give it to another person. But if you do, I'll have to erase your memories of it." I realized that I kind of sounded like Ryuk.

"Was I specifically chosen for this?" R said as she looked me in the eye.

"In a way, yes, you were. But in some ways, I could say that… I was bored." I smiled again at the nostalgia. "Do you have any plans to use the Death Note?"

"Kira, I actually do. I must be crazy to think like this." R looked back down at the black notebook in her two hands.

"Tell me. I don't think you're that crazy." I knew as a 14 year old, she would have many ideas.

"I want to… clean up this world. Clean up the criminals and maybe even…" R trailed off.

"Maybe even what?" I asked.

"Maybe even become the ruler of this sorry world." R said with a sinister smile. "Do I have any other rules to follow?"

"You must never tell of the existence of the Death Note and I'll tell you more on the long journey."

That fourth day of April changed Carmen Grace's life… forever.