Pt.2

Hi, it's me again, umm so just wanted to say that here's another chapter! And that I do not own Death Note or any of it's character's. If I did I wouldn't be doing this disclaimer. The only thing I do own is of course, my OC, and my plotline.

Story Start

After school was officially over, I began to walk towards my house. I lived alone as well, I had no parents or even grandparents. No family members to speak of at any rate. My parents had been murdered when I was younger by random street gang members. Till last year when I turned 18, I had been moved among random Foster homes. My parent's had left me a sufficient amount of money so that I would be comfortable for the rest of my life.

As I was walking, I noticed Light Yagami headed in the same direction, with the Death Note sticking out of his bag. So I walked up to him.

"It's fake you know." I spoke plainly and clearly. Light turned around and looked at me.

"Excuse me?" he asked protectively clutching his bag.

"The Death Note, it's sticking out of your bag plain as day." I pointed at the half stuck out notebook. A look of realization came into his face as he stuffed it hurriedly into his school bag.

"Thanks, but why do you think it's fake?" he asked me as we resumed walking.

"Honestly? Whose ever heard of a killer notebook? A notebook that can kill someone so to speak, it can't be real. It's probably as real as Ghosts, or aliens, or even God, Heaven, or Hell for that matter."

"Don't you believe in God?" Light paused, absorbing my words.

"No, if God existed why does he let criminals and street gang members get away with taking innocent lives? Why do criminals go unpunished? If that's the case...Then the world is just rotten." I finished bitterly. Light stopped in his tracks and really looked at me. He attempted to decipher whatever was beneath my gray eyes, and saw that I really believed what I said.

"That's funny, I've been thinking some of those same thing's myself lately. So, why did you pick it up?" he asked steadily.

"I was bored, depressed, hoped something good would come out of it. What does it matter? The point is I did. Why did you pick it up?" I countered with an equally calm demeanor.

"I was bored, oh I don't believe I've introduced myself. Light Yagami," he pronounced holding out his hand. I shook it solemnly before responding.

"I know I sit behind you in class. Namida Kuroya," I smiled tentatively. I saw the slight shock in his face moments before I reached my house.

"Well this is me, let me know if you ever feel like talking again Yagami-kun." I said carelessly.

"Wait! You live two houses down from my house." Light pointed out smirking as he did so.

"That's nice to know."Was my bland reply, I watched his smirk grow into a charming, persuasive grin.

"So, would you mind walking to school together tomorrow then?"

"Alright, but don't expect me to wait for you." I said just loudly enough. As I closed my door, I watched Light walk away.

I felt somewhat accomplished. I'd talked to someone, and they hadn't called me a freak. If anything, Light seemed to agree with me. Perhaps, certain humans weren't so hopeless after all.

Later that night, after I'd finished my homework I was watching T.V. I watched as the man holding all the Hostages died. The reporter's said he had clutched his chest suddenly and dropped to the floor. I knew that Light had decided to use the Death Note. It was real.

"Well, well, Yagami…let the massacre begin." I laughed to myself slightly. Now all I had to do was wait for Light to threaten me into silence somehow. Since I was the only other who knew about the Death Note.

Well, there's the second chapter. Please review with any tips on how to improve. As I've said before, CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM ONLY. Thanks a lot and please continue to read my chapters as I update