Disclaimer: Neither Aj or I own Death Note, however, Aurora and Aero are our original characters.

Author's Note: HUGE thanks to Aj for writing Aurora's POV! This is the first Fanfiction she has ever worked on, so PLEASE REVIEW!

Chapter 1: Taking Notes


Aurora


Sitting in Science, I try so hard to focus. The human whose name written in this note shall die. What the hell? What kind of cruel, twisted joke is this? I turn to check the time on the clock in the back of the room, but, instead, I see that my classmate is pointing up front. Snapping my attention back to the teacher, I see that Mr. Z is staring at me.

"Excuse me, Ms. Mikinley, if you're done staring into space, are you ready to answer my question?" Well, that certainly gets me back on track. I've never been called out like that by a teacher before. It literally has never happened before in my life.

Ding Dong Ding Dong. The bell sounds like a grandfather clock, but at this moment, I don't care. All I want is to get home and examine that book.


Aero


I collapse into the seat with an exasperated sigh. Thankfully, I'm on break, which means I have time for a hurried dinner. Turkey and cheese on a stale roll. Yum. Just as I'm about to take my first bite, Cindy, a fellow worker, comes over.

"Aero, you need to clean out the lady's room." She stands over me, mop in hand. While Cindy might not be my boss, she's the boss's son's girlfriend. She obviously has some pull around here. Whatever she doesn't want to do, she dumps on everyone else, usually me. It's not worth even mentioning to my boss since he'll either defend her or say that he'll have a talk with her, which never happens.

"Fine, just let me finish my sandwich." There goes half my break. Cindy walks outside to make a call, that lazy bitch.


Aurora


"A.M. wait up!" shouts my breathless best friend, Michelle.

"P.M. whats up?" I ask, uninterested. Obviously not taking the hint, she continues to talk. While she goes on and on, I think back to how the "A.M., P.M" days began.

Our nicknames came about one day while driving past the actual gas station named AM/PM.

"Oh, I'm so calling you A.M. now!", said the random thirteen year old on the way back to my house on the day of my mother's burial.

"What are you talking about now, Michelle?" I asked so tiredly. I didn't want to talk about something stupid, especially after just burying my mother. Burying my mother, something that is still painful to think about, even now.

"Well, your initials are A.M., and if you put Paige in front of Michelle, you got P.M. I like it, so therefore, you are now A.M. in my eyes." Of course I gave out a long, dramatic sigh, but eventually the nicknames grew on me. Good ol' Michelle, I honestly don't know where I would be without her and her family.


Aero


Digging through my bag, I pull out the book that I found in the library, Death Note. I was planning on reading it more thoroughly once I finished eating, but now I don't have that extra time. I flip open to the first page and reread the first line of white on black text.

The human whose name is written in this note shall die.

I read the rest of the page:

This note will not take effect unless the writer has the person's face in mind while writing his/her name. Therefore, people sharing the same name will not be affected.

If the cause of death is written within 40 seconds of writing the person's name, it will happen.

If the cause of death is not specified, the person will simply die of a heart attack.

After writing the cause of death, details of the death should be written in the next six minutes and 40 seconds.


Aurora


"—so I was like 'no way' and he was like 'yes way!' So, Andrew and I are officially dating! Can you believe it? Me, of all people, dating the hottest stud muffin in the school!" finished P.M.

I smile like always do and say the usual, "Hooray for my P.M! But I have to go home now, besides there's your parents."

Sure enough, they're sitting there in their nice, black Camaro with an excited child running their way. Smiling and waving towards them, I turn on my heel and began to walk in the opposite direction. They learned years ago not to even ask if I needed a ride home; I enjoy walking. Besides, I need to be alone for my next discovery.

Not so long after, I'm in front of the nicely trimmed lawn with different colored tulips on each side of the path leading towards the door. I managed to to take care of this after all these years. Sighing, I go through the front door, sitting my bag on the table that's right next to the door. I grab the notebook and go into my military-neat living room—Mother would be oh so proud. Grabbing a pencil, I flip back to the page where chapter one was.

Death Note

How to use it

II

This note shall become the property of the human world once it touches the ground of (arrives in) the human world.

The owner of the note can recognize the image and voice of the original owner, i.e. a god of death.

The human who uses this note can neither go to Heaven nor Hell.


Aero


I scoff at the words. Skipping a few pages, I find white, lined paper. Humoring myself, I grab a pen from my bag and write out Cindy's full name on the first line. She's such a pain in the ass, I doubt anyone will miss her, I think to myself. Smiling, I close the notebook and put my pen back into my bag. Like it would really happen.

Outside, I see Cindy grasp her chest with an expression of pain on her face before she just drops to the ground. Shocked, I can only sit there, staring at her limp form. I open the notebook again, rereading the fourth line.

If the cause of death is not specified, the person will simply die of a heart attack.

Instead of being horrified, like I probably should be, I find myself smiling cruelly. It actually happened. It's just some kind of coincidence. I tell myself, but curiosity takes over and I open the book to the page that Cindy's name is written. Just under her name, I write my boss's name, Dean Harrold. I glance over to where he's talking to a customer and watch to see if anything happens. After forty seconds, he too grips his chest in pain before collapsing to the ground. I find myself smiling even more.

I look down to the Death Note, reading the first page yet again.

"How many times are you going to read and write names before you believe it?" A husky, male voice asks, pulling my attention away from the book. Annoyed, I look up.

Towering over me is a huge, terrifying creature. It's face is pasty white with black lips that spread into a sinister ear-to-ear smile, razor-sharp teeth lurking just beneath. My heart thunders in my ears, threatening to hammer right through my chest.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" A blood-curdling scream escapes through my lips, and I push back in my chair so hard that it tips over instead of sliding. Death Note clenched in hand, I scramble to my feet, running towards the door behind me. "Get away from me!" I screech at the horrific creature as I flee.


Aurora


"Pfft, this is some pure bullshit. I will prove it." I said to myself. Flipping the television to a random religious channel, I choose the annoying girl who does the stupid-ified version of the Bible portion... thing.

Elizabeth Turner. There, no Shimigami or anything. The bitch is still going on and on and—

"Sorry for this interruption, but our sister has just suffered from a heart attack. Prayers are welcomed as she goes home to our Father. "

I turn off the television and just sit there.

"So you figured it out. Took you long enough."

Oh. Fuck. All. Types. Of. Duck. Turning my head around, I see the tallest, most bizarre looking thing in world.

"Why you lookin' at me like that?" It says.

I let out a nice, hearty scream.

"If I was God, what would I change?"- Natalia Kills