Well, this took a while to put up xD Sorry about that, school got mad. Thanks to the people who expressed interest! Stick around, things are (hopefully) gonna get awesome ^_^

For a few moments I simply stood, looking at the Death Note. Then, after a brief hesitation, I reached out and took it, turning it over in my hands. "Do... do you think it'll actually work in this world?"

"Only one way to find out."

"Of course." I muttered, flicking through the pages. "But that means I'd..."

"Have to try killing someone, yes. That's generally how it works." I stood there for a few more moments before scooping my jacket up and heading towards the stairs, tugging Light behind me - which prompted him to say "Try and walk a little more naturally. I noticed that today."

"Walk more naturally? What?"

"You're walking with your hand stuck out behind you slightly." Light explained, catching up and walking by my side. "There."

"Do you always have to be so observant?" I grumbled, waiting for Light to enter my room before slamming the door, then grabbing a handy chair and positioning it under the handle. Goodness knows why, but I wasn't allowed a lock on my bedroom door, hence why I had to wedge a chair underneath instead. Sighing, I flopped backwards onto my bed, holding the Death Note above my face. After a short while in which the only noise was Light drumming his fingers on the desk, I spoke again. "Okay, there's two things I want to test out."

"Hm?"

"One is obviously this." I gestured to the Death Note, sitting up and watching Light. "Hey, stop tidying my desk. That mess is organised. And two, I want to test out this." Another gesture, this time to the chain as I held my hand up. "We got around today fine, but I want to see just exactly what we can do." A pause. "Get up." Grudgingly Light obeyed, and I took his place in my desk chair, tossing the Death Note on top of my laptop. "Okay... go out of this room and see how far you can walk away."

It was an almost tense feeling that spread through me as Light started to walk away. My theory was that, seeing as most of my time would be spent sitting in a chair at school, we needed to work out how far he could go without causing any damage. So I sat there, alternating my gaze between the Death Note and assorted posters on my wall, before the chair suddenly spun around and I began to slide forwards. "Stop! Stop walking!"

He didn't.

"Oh, sorry." Light called, though I could tell from the tone of his voice that he was smirking. "Is that the only test of yours?"

"Not quite... bastard." I muttered, getting up and brushing myself down before moving over to my bedroom door. I could see Light halfway down the stairs - a fair distance - but just as he opened his mouth to speak, I slammed the door. It didn't snag on the chain - in fact, it was if there was nothing there at all. Interesting... I opened the door. "Alright, you can come back now." As he walked upstairs, I explained. "The chain isn't affected by objects, which is probably a good thing. It means that we can move around easily without being paranoid or anything."

"I already noticed that today. Really, it was fairly obvious. I'm surprised it didn't cross your mind."

"And you didn't mention anything? Great. Wow. Helpful." Gritting my teeth I tugged on the chain, pulling Light through the hallway slightly faster before sitting down in my desk chair again.

"Okay, part two: testing the Death Note. This is probably your area of expertise..." When Light entered my room again he grabbed the chair, sitting downs I continued to speak. "Guess we have to find someone to... kill... first." The words sounded bitter in my mouth.

I wasn't sure if I liked them.

"Obviously I'd suggest a criminal. Someone big, so you'll hear about them on the news if it works, and preferably not in this country." I nodded at Light's suggestion, feeling slightly dizzy as I reached over and grabbed my laptop. I was about to test a Death

Note. I was about to test what could be a real, working Death Note. Within the next 40 seconds, someone could have a heart attack and die because of me.

Shaking my head as if to clear the thoughts, I turned my attention to the search engine, typing in the name of a news website. Within moments I was quickly scanning through the stories listed until I settled on one in particular. As I read it, I quickly grew disgusted. "...Is a bastard charged with raping and murdering his daughter good enough?"

"Absolutely."

Well, it was decided.

Suddenly a pen was in my right hand, the Death Note underneath my other as I took a good, long look at the picture of this bastard before writing his name, slowly and deliberately forming each of the letters. When the last had been formed, I released a breath I hadn't realised I'd been holding, settling back and staring at what I had just written.

"...And now we wait."

"Do you want milk with that?"

I took the small shout I heard from my mother in response to be a 'yes' and started adding milk to the cup of tea I was making for her. Wasn't I a good daughter? Well, good and loving to a point - as soon as my mobile buzzed on the counter, I downed tools and grabbed it. As expected, it was Chloe, and the conversation continued for the next few minutes. 'Hey, what you up to?'

'Making mum a drink. Aren't I nice?'

'Nice? You? Lol! My mum's making me watch the news -.-'

That reminded me... quickly, I finished off the drink and carefully picked it up, shooting Light a death glare so he didn't get any ideas about knocking me and making me spill it. "Okay, mum, here you go-"

"So, to recap: the man charged today with brutally murdering his daughter after raping her has died of a sudden heart attack in his cell..."

The cup slipped from my fingers and smashed on the floor, the brown liquid seeping around my feet.

"Oh, Scarlett! Quick, get a cloth!" Mumbling apologies I sped off, although my mind was on more important things than stopping the carpet from staining.

"Interesting."

"Look, Light, I do not have time for this!" I hissed, spinning around and pointing the cloth accusingly at him. "What are you on about?"

"Earlier on I wrote a name in the Death Note too. And yet his death hasn't been reported." A pause. "It looks like the Death Note doesn't work for me here." I stood and stared at him, half intrigued by what he said, half annoyed that he had gone behind my back. After all, if he'd managed to use the Death Note without me noticing, what else could he do?

"Scarlett! Cloth!"

"What are you thinking about?"

Rolling my eyes, I sat up from my sprawled out position on my bed, sighing heavily. "I'm marvelling at the bizarre turn my life has taken." I began, a hint of sarcasm in my voice. "I have a real working Death Note, with a crazy serial killer - who happens to be one of my favourite characters ever - attached to me via some sort of ghostly chain... thing." A pause. "I'm also thinking about Kira."

Now Light was interested. "I assume by that you mean being Kira in this world." When I just nodded, he continued. "I would do it myself, but we've proved the Death Note doesn't work for me. Are you considering acting as Kira in place of me?"

"Yes." I admitted, rolling over so my face was buried in the pillow again. "Just shut up for a moment, okay? I need to think things over a bit more."

Sighing, I shut my eyes, allowing thoughts to fly through my head. Could I really be Kira? I'd felt awful earlier when I wrote that guy's name in the Note. But yet... strangely satisfied. He'd done an awful, awful thing. And he'd received his punishment, in my opinion. Oh god, it was this sort of thinking that led Light down the Kira path - and ultimately, to his own death, and the deaths of god knows how many others...

Then again, I knew information that Light didn't. I had advantages. One quick Google search and I had every single rule of the Death Note at my fingertips. As far as I knew, there wasn't a person like L or any of his successors out there. I could look in my Death Note books to check out Light's mistakes and then avoid them myself. And yes, I know I'm not the smartest person in the world, but I did have Light with me. With our combined efforts...

I sat up.

"I'm going to do it. I'm going to be Kira."

And as I said those words, I felt a small smile creep onto my face.