Don't own DN...I am not Tsugumi Ohba, I promise. I'm not old, male, or Japanese.

Hello. I am...hmm...what should you call me...uh...I am the Second Narrator(?). (That sounded lame...) Well, let's not focus on how lame that sounds and begin the story. No long-winded introductions for you, because I'm at risk of making this more awkward than this is already by over-explaining things.

Naomi Misora was walking down the streets of LA, the city in which she lives. Why this segment is in Naomi Misora's point of view is a question that will be answered on another day, in another chapter. Anyway, she was walking down the street when she recieved a text message from her fiance.

「Meet me at the house.」

「-Raye」

This text message was unexpected because Raye was working while Naomi was on marital leave to...get married, like marital leave suggests. Raye wanted her to retire after marriage and her parents encouraged the notion, but Naomi found her job very important and wished to continue working, even if she had to transfer from her job as a Special Agent in the FBI to do so. After all, what would they do if they had children? Raye doesn't make enough to be the only one working if he wanted to ever see his children!

Naomi was carrying a book on wedding planning in her bag because...well, they can tie the knot quietly in a law office, or they could have a ceremony so that they could invite their family and friends. Kinda boring and tense, or happy and and the feeling that they're truly married? Also, Naomi had never been married before, and thus had no idea what should be in a wedding other than what she's seen in the movies. She pulled it out and started reading in while she walked, which wasn't very safe, but she knew where her own house was, and could navigate without being hit by a car. Or...so she thought.

HONK HONK! She looked up suddenly to find herself in the middle of the road, with a car speeding dangerously fast towards her. And what was worse, she didn't even have the walk light!

Dammit! she thought angrily, as she ran from the road. I must look like a complete bimbo! She clutched her book to her chest, embarrassed at her mistake. Well...not a complete bimbo...they're usually portrayed as blond...but still...that's not very comforting...

Naomi ran 4 more blocks, being much more careful about it. She then slowed before stepping into her home, huffing slighly from the excursion. Well...that's what we'd all like to think happened. Due to her bad luck, she just happened to have obnoxious teens as upstairs neighbors. And they just happened to have an affinity for throwing garden knomes out the window. Naomi, not paying as much attention as she should have, tripped on the remains of the fallen garden knome, her momentum propelling her right into the front door or her apartment block and her stuff flying everywhere as a result of the impact. Wallet, random pieces of paper, book, messenger bag and all. She rubbed her forehead and tentatively sweeped her stuff out of the roses and back into her messenger bag before slowly standing up.

"Sweet!" shouted a voice from above her. "We got someone this time!" She looked up to see the sneering faces of her obnoxious neighbors before scowling.

Fools...they could actually hurt someone pulling a prank like that! I swear...if they were my children... she thought maliciously, thinking of all the groundings that would result if her own children pulled a stunt like that. She may like children, but this is pushing it. A lot. Where do they even get those damn lawn knomes, anyway...?! Do they even have parents?!

Naomi unlocked the door, before buzzing the upstairs neighbors as a second thought. After all, they couldn't see her pushing the buzzer because of the overhang. She smiled maliciously and strided in, speedwalking to avoid the neighbors. She unlocked her door and entered her home, and after taking off her shoes, she found it completely empty, aside from the furniture. She flicked on the light, sat in a chair, opened up her book and began to read.

Narrator #1

Hey everyone. It's me again. I know, totally amateurish change in POV there, but...I know that those of you who care are dying to know about Light's life and not useless stuff about Naomi's life. I know, I know, that information establishes setting, but our very kind notes compiler here has already forced us to write this in a narrative format, as well as do it by her ever-changing deadlines, which are never set in stone. She should really get that checked. And because of the Second Narrator's nagging about long winded intros, I should probably get to work.

"The owner of the Death Note can trade half of their remaining lifespan for the eye power of a Shinigami. With that, you could know a person's name just by seeing their face." Light gasped. There's absolutely no way that I could let Kira get access to that power. I'd be morally responsible for any deaths that come as a result of my revoking my ownership.

"Uh...if I don't have the notebook, my ownership doesn't-um-expire, does it?" Light asked, nervously. He fidgeted. If it doesn't, then...woo! I've deprived Kira of both an ally and a power for as long as I live. But if it does...well, at least I've got a buffer zone. Hopefully. Light thought, biting his lip. He turned to Ryuk.

"Hyuk hyuk...your ownership of the notebook expires in 460 days." Ryuk answered, chuckling. Light almost facepalmed. 460 days is hardly a buffer zone...serial killers can remain uncaught for decades...and if Kira is the type of person I think that he is...his pride won't let him exchange half of his life for a power that isn't inherently useful unless you want to kill someone. He'd want to live as long as possible. And I could end up slowing the investigation down... "Hyuk hyuk..." Ryuk chuckled, interrupting his thoughts. "So are you gonna make the trade? Or revoke your ownership of the notebook?" asked Ryuk, as Light stepped into his home, slipping off his shoes as he shut the door. He greeted his mother and his sister simply before heading up the stairs and into his room. He closed the door and pulled out a coin.

"Ryuk...I can't decide what to do about the notebook because even though I don't think that this Kira's going to make the trade for the shinigami eyes, I can't be too careful. But if I don't revoke my ownership, I might just slow the investigation down. Even more so, I could easily be framed if there's another person with a notebook who just happens to have the shinigami eyes and is working with the first person. You see how I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place? So I'll flip a coin: on heads, I keep the notebook and the buffer zone; tails, I revoke my ownership of the notebook." Light explained, holding out the coin on his fist. "3...2...1!" Light said with a certain competitive lilt to his voice. The coin flew up, and landed tails-up on his desk.

"Well, Ryuk...it's official. I revoke my ownership of the notebook."

Uh...sorry to leave you at a cliffhanger like this, but I have a deadline to meet! Also known as our very kind notes-compiler who doesn't allow us enough time to make a decent recollection without all of these annoying cliffhangers! Kya! Anyway...back to the Second Narrator.

Second Narrator

Hello again...let's just start up where I got cut off, shall we? So anyway...

Naomi Misora was reading "Wedding Planning for Dummies," her book on wedding planning, when the door opened to reveal Naomi's fiance, Raye Penber. He stepped in, taking off his shoes, and approached Naomi before sitting down at the seat across from her.

"Welcome back, Raye." Naomi greeted. The words had a strange feel in her mouth as such a housewifesque greeting was new to her, being a woman with a job (she hadn't worked long enough with the bureau to have it as her career) other than housewife.

"Hello, Naomi. You're probably wondering why I'm back early. I just needed to tell you that I am going to Japan on a mission." Raye announced, in the soft-spoken way that he did.

"Oh? Isn't that the jurisdiction of the CIA...?" Naomi inquired, as the FBI dealt with affairs within the country, the CIA dealing with more international affairs. This raised several red flags. Why would the FBI be contacted, and not the CIA?

Raye nodded. "I was curious about it, too...but, I was told that the agents involved came from several branches of the Department of Justice, not just the FBI, and that this request was by someone called L." Naomi perked up at the mention of L. Oh...him...what does he want?Why would L ask several members of the DOJ to go to Japan? That seems extremely arbitrary and odd. What on Earth is he planning?! Naomi's mind took this opportunity to think about L as a chance to wonder whether he was a sociopath. She stopped herself when Raye continued. "He wants us to set a tail on the members of the Japanese Task Force and their families and do surveillance on them. What fun." Naomi detected a small amount of sarcasm in his voice as he said that. Of course, if you'd just been sent on a seemingly arbitrary mission to Japan because of who your mother is, you'd be pretty sore too. Of course, I don't think that L specified that part, but, you know how Americans can be...

"Well...I've never been to Japan before, actually...so...this could be a good opportunity to know where my mother came from." Raye continued, his body language showing signs of being somewhat sheepish.

"May I come along? I may be of some help to you." Naomi asked, feeling strange that she's asking this. Raye widened his eyes, as though he'd never even considered letting Naomi come. After all, it's a dangerous case, and Raye wouldn't wish to have the possibly of Naomi getting hurt. However, he had to consider the idea...and plus, it's not like she'd actually be in danger... "Sure. But please...stay out of it. You were a good FBI agent, but now you're on leave and shouldn't get yourself involved in this case."

"OK." she replied, simply.

Okaaaay...this was of okay quality, at least by my standards. Let me know what you think, okay? No one's been reviewing...but a lot of people have been reading, so...REVIEW! I feel lonely if you don't...

P.S.: Sorry if it's going slow, L will show up and the plot will become more interesting and progress at a faster pace very soon.