This took me FOREVER to write! And it still turned out boring! GUH! Well, forgive me. I had a long day today. Here's the next chapter. Go nuts.

Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note

At first, I couldn't move. I was frozen to the spot. Marichka's eyes grew wide and stared at the shinigami with awe and Meagan had the exact same expression. I slowly turned my head to the left and came face to face with a god of death.

He was about Ryuk's size, I would guess. He had a dull white face and pointed teeth, with a faint trace of crusted blood in the corners near his gums. His black fur slightly shielded his shinigami eyes and he had a huge, murderous smile. His neck was covered with jet black fur, a chain was wrapped around his shoulder and across his chest, and his wings were furless and grey, casting a shadow over the three of us. Silver handcuffs were around his grey wrists and ankles-the chains linked between them were broken and dangling to his side and the one from his ankles on the floor. Small bones were chained together in the form of a bag with black cloth which was wrapped around his waist-probably a place where he would keep the Death Note-and his feet were skeletal and dull white with pointed toes.

The shinigami crackled and I snapped out of my frozen state. I slowly backed up into Marichka, who shoved me aside and raced to the shinigami, knocking me into Meagan who shoved me aside as well and followed Marichka. I ended up face first on the floor.

You've got to be kidding…

"So, you're my shinigami?" Marichka tried to regain her composure and act cool, but the sound of her voice led one to believe otherwise.

"Yeah. That's right. You don't seem surprised to see me," the shinigami broke out into malicious laughter and looked at the Death Note in Marichka's arms.

She had the Death Note in her hands the entire time! I could've taken it in the dark! Stupid! Stupid! STUPID! I cursed myself for being so careless and panicking during the blackout while I rose from the floor.

"Why would I be? The Death Note had to belong to someone before it was dropped," Marichka smiled.

"Hehehe…Interesting…" The shinigami's voice trailed off and looked over at me. Chills went through my body again as I stared into his eyes. He started laughing again. I then realized he started eyeing my bleeding arm.

"Am I interrupting something?" He still didn't take his eyes off my wound.

"Not at all! Actually, we've been expecting you," Marichka gave an evil smile and walked towards the bed, sitting with her elbows on her knees.

"Oh?" The shinigami looked at her with surprise.

"Yeah. So you got a name?"

"Hehe…You can call me Ketsueki."

Marichka grinned and closed her eyes. "Perfect."

"And you?"

"Marichka." She pointed to us. "That's Meagan and Amanda."

"So why the scare back there? You nearly killed me!" Meagan laughed.

I shot her another glare. "Are you the one bleeding? I DON'T THINK SO!" I bellowed, shaking my left fist in the air to emphasize my condition.

"Oh! Near, you're bleeding!" Ok. That one was on purpose. Meagan burst out laughing when I gave her a horrified expression.

"I'm just teasing. What happened, anyway?"

"YOU happened! Do you not see the blood on YOUR fingernails?!"

"Oh yeah! So that's what it was!" She glanced at my wound. "I did that?" She then looked back at me. "Well what d'ya know? I'm capable of being awesome even when I can't see!"

I stood up furiously. "I'm leaving for the bandages. Have any?"

"In the bathroom under the sink. Open the drawer to your left. They should be in there."

I stomped off.

I can't believe them!

I grabbed some bandages and began washing off my arm.

"…So you know the story, then?" I heard the shinigami say.

I heard another voice, but it was muffled from the running water.

"Well, well, well. Aren't we smart? Ryuk wasn't kidding. This will be quite entertaining."

More muffled voices.

"Oh?"

I managed to distinguish whose muffles were whose. Marichka seemed to be explaining something. Probably what she saw from the Death Note series.

"So what're you gonna do?"

Ok. Maybe I was wrong. What were they saying?

I turned off the water and grabbed some bandages, making my way to Meagan's room.

"…get us there?" I heard Marichka ask with excitement.

"Get us where?" I asked her as soon as I walked in.

"To the Death Note world!" I gave Meagan I disbelieving stare as she said this.

"What did I miss?" I looked over to the shinigami, who sighed and began to speak.

"The anime series 'Death Note' actually exists. Not in this world, as one would think. It's in another universe. They aren't just drawings there, they're real people. And shinigami have the ability to take you there."

"Take me!" Marichka leaped up off the bed, raising her hand in the hair.

"Sorry. Traveling from realm to realm isn't my specialty. I could try, but you would probably end up dead." The shinigami smiled, awaiting our reply.

Marichka heaved a sigh and sat back down on the bed. "I really don't want to die. Is there a way of getting there without getting killed or injured?"

"Nope. At least, nothing I'm capable of anyway."

"What all can happen if you try to transport us besides death?" Meagan inquired.

Ketsueki thought for a moment. "You could end up in the wrong universe, your appearances or personalities could change, memory loss, burns, and other nasty side effects."

"Yeah, but how?" Meagan's excited expression was gone and replaced with curiosity and seriousness.

"Something to do with which realms you pass through. For example, one wants to go from point A to point D. Which means they would have to pass through points B and C. When you enter a realm, you can end up anywhere. You could get transported to a natural disaster or to a crime scene. You could also end up underwater and drown. Since I'm a shinigami, these issues don't affect me. But you are humans. Only the more experienced shinigami can control where you go when you enter a realm. Get what I'm saying?"

"So you're a rookie?" I asked him.

Ketsueki nodded. "If I were Katsutoshi or Yami, then I could take you there in an instant, without passing through other realms."

"Who?"

"Some shinigami I know. Though, they would only be willing to do so for a price."

Marichka sniffled. "I wanted to go to the Death Note world…"

Ketsueki looked at Marichka at laughed his signature laugh again.

He reminds me so much of Ryuk. Constantly laughing with amusement. But what's so amusing about all this? I don't understand… I looked at the shinigami and a sudden thought came to me. Wait...I've heard that laugh before…I laugh like that sometimes when I'm watching a movie and I know what's gonna happen next. Usually when something bad happens to a character I don't like. He knows something we don't, doesn't he? Once I caught Marichka's eye, I gave her a wary look and glanced at Ketsueki. At first, she didn't seem to understand what I was trying to warn her about, but then the shinigami laughed again.

"Why are you laughing?" Marichka had caught up. She had a blank expression on her face, hiding any feelings she might have felt at the moment.

"No reason…" Marichka and I gave each other knowing looks.

Liar!

Then, the most unexpected thing happened.

The floor started shaking.

"Earthquake?!" Meagan screamed.

There aren't any earthquakes around here! What the hell?

The door to Meagan's room shut by itself and the lights started to flicker. Ketsueki burst out into amused laughter. "Well this is unexpected. Have fun." I heard him say. He slowly disappeared into the shadows.

What'd he mean by 'have fun?'

"What's happening?" I was beginning to panic. Marichka was clutching the Death Note with fear and Meagan tried to ease her way to the middle of the room where she wouldn't get hit with anything. Marichka had the same idea, but the room was shaking so violently that she was flung off her feet and onto the floor.

"We have to get out of here!" Meagan shouted over the noise. She began to make her way to the door.

"Wait! You can't use the stairs during an earthquake! You would fall right through!"

I took a step forward in an attempt to stop Meagan, but the force of the shaking threw me backwards, headfirst into the open closet.

I don't get it! Why is this room still in one piece?

Meagan was flung to the bed and Marichka was on the floor on the other side of the room. I couldn't tell if she was alright or not.

The closet door slid shut.

No! I'm still in here!

I rose from the floor, using the wall for support and tried to find a knob or a latch or some sort of indent to get it open. I had failed to do so and started pounding on the door, hoping someone would come open it. Then I stopped.

No one's gonna come to the door, you idiot! You're in an earthquake! Get them in this closet, now! I scolded myself.

I tried to find the knob or latch once again. The original plan was to grab Marichka and Meagan and throw them in the closet. I once heard that a closet would decrease your chances of getting hurt, but I wasn't sure. That information was better than nothing, though.

Exhaustion suddenly swept over me and my legs fell from beneath me. I had hit the floor, and passed out.

It was dark.

Where am I?

It was silent. I was disoriented.

I'm forgetting something…what is it?

After some time of asking myself questions, a rough voice could be heard in my head. Why don't you open your eyes and find out, dobe!

I obeyed the voice and slowly opened my eyes. I sat up and looked around.

A flood of memories suddenly struck my already pounding head. Meagan…Marichka…Death Note…Ketsueki…earthquake…closet! Oh my god! What happened back there?!

My mind had recovered and I took in my surroundings. The walls were a light brown color and there was a dresser and a mirror in the middle of the room, against the wall. Elegant lights were hanging from the walls, turned off, and the only light that showed was the sun which could be seen through the soft, brown curtains. I was in a small bed with dark brown sheets and a white pillow. I stood from the bed and looked over at the other bed next to mine. Marichka was on top of the covers as I was, with her glasses still on.

The sight of her caused me to jump.

She didn't look normal.

How can I put this into words without sounding insane?

She looks like an…anime person!

I looked at my hands with shock as I noticed I was outlined in black as well and raced to the mirror. My long, light brown hair was all straightened out and seemed completely manageable to brush. My teeth were pure white and I had the same clothes on as I did when I was in 3D. Black lines outlined my clothes, giving them a crinkled look. I was still pale. Not as pale as L, but pale enough to make someone look twice. My eyes were a hazel color, just as in the real world, and they had a small sparkle in them. All in all, I didn't look that bad.

I then noticed Meagan on the floor against Marichka's bed. Better wake them up…

I crept over towards them and shook Meagan gently. Hopefully, she wouldn't freak out as much as Marichka would. She nodded her head and opened her eyes, swaying a bit from dizziness. As soon as her eyes met mine, they widened and she jumped up.

"What the hell is going on?" She saw herself in the mirror across the room and stared for awhile. Her hair was the same color as before except brighter and it was still pulled back. Her blue eyes seemed slightly darker and her clothes didn't seem to change in any way. 'Disturbed' was plainly written on her shirt in a cartoon form-as everything else in the room.

I looked over at Marichka, half-hoping that I wouldn't have to wake her up.

I sighed. "Here goes…" I shook her arm and she jolted awake.

"What…" She looked at me, and as Meagan had done, her eyes widened and she jumped up. She didn't react how I thought she would. I figured Marichka would yell with excitement and scream like a crazy fan girl.

Looks like I was in luck.

Marichka looked in the mirror with shock and ran a hand over her face. Her square glasses and big eyes gave her an innocent look, but I could tell just by the looking at her-it was too innocent. She could easily turn into a Kira if she wanted to. Her Death Note T-shirt had the exact same look as in the real world. A smile slowly appeared on her face and she started laughing.

Ok maybe I wasn't so lucky.

"YYYYEEEEESSSSSSS!!!!!!!!" Marichka jumped with excitement. She ran to me, grabbed my shoulders, and shook me violently. "I'M….I'M….I'M A CAR-"

I slapped my hand over her mouth. "If we're in a cartoon, we shouldn't let everyone know. That wouldn't be the wisest decision, now would it?" I hissed and released her.

Marichka shook her head back and forth like some kind of dog. "Sorry! I'm just so excited!" She beamed at me and looked at Meagan. "This is so cool!"

Meagan nodded. "I know, right?"

I sighed. This was cool and all, but really? "Which cartoon are we in?"

"Death Note, I hope!" Marichka leaped with glee.

I pulled open the curtains. The familiar city of Tokyo shined through and I looked at my two friends.

"If that's the case, you should get rid of that shirt," Meagan pointed out after witnessing the scenery. Marichka looked down and her smile got bigger.

"Yeah, I'm sure L would be pretty ticked if he found his face on a 15 year old teenage girl's shirt," I sighed and handed her my jacket. "Put this on. It'll give you some cover. We need to go shopping for new clothes. Anyone have any money?" Meagan and Marichka shook their heads.

"Well we can't just stay here. What kind of building are we in, anyway?" Meagan asked with a confused expression.

"I don't know. We better go find out. Come on." I waved my hand for them to follow and I opened the only door in the room.

It led to an empty hallway with brown walls. There were doors side by side with numbers on them.

"Hotel," Marichka confirmed. She walked forward and picked up a box in front of the door that I didn't see. "What's this?"

"Bring it inside." Meagan held the door open and Marichka set it on the bed.

"There's a note." Marichka was right. A slip of paper was taped to the top.

I grabbed it and flipped it over. Whoever tried to write the note apparently hadn't succeeded in spelling the words correctly, let alone had nice handwriting. The words scrawled across the slip of paper read: To get you started. –Ketsu

I read the message out loud and stared at it with confusion. "Go ahead and open it."

Marichka obeyed, and ripped open the box. Inside were stacks of Japanese money. Then a thought struck me.

"Do people here speak Japanese?" I know it was a stupid question, but with what was going on, nothing made sense anymore.

"Well, we are in Japan." Marichka stated, as if the answer was as plain as day.

"I don't know cause we could be in an English dubbed version of this universe." Meagan said.

"Oh. I don't know. Perhaps we should get going, then?" Marichka grabbed some money and stuffed it in her pockets.

"We should buy a backpack to put this money in, too." I suggested.

"We should each get a backpack and put money into them, just in case we get split up."

"Good idea, Meagan. We'll do that." Marichka grabbed the box and we went to the lobby.

"Checking out?" A woman at the desk asked politely.

"Huh? Uh, yeah." Marichka muttered.

"Halleluiah! They speak English!" I sighed with relief.

"Room number please." Marichka looked at us with a 'you should know this' expression.

"121." Meagan said as the woman typed away at her computer.

"Just in time, too! You're time here has just expired. Thank you. Have a nice day!"

We left for the nearest store, which happened to be a clothes store.

"Why is everything so…Gothic Lolita?" Meagan said with frustration once we were inside.

I stopped by a black frilly skirt and checked the tag. As soon as I saw the name, I immediately let go and wiped my fingers on Meagan, trying to get the germs off. She looked at me with confusion.

"It's Misa's clothing line!"

Meagan widened her eyes. "Well don't wipe it on me! You'll give me a disease!" She stepped back and started walking in the other direction. "So we are in the Death Note world…." She sighed. "I'm gonna be over here if anyone needs me."

"Yes! I knew it!" Marichka fist pumped the air and ran off to find clothes.

"Ok. Let's see what else they have here." I couldn't find many pants for woman. Just skirts. Everywhere I went. Skirts. Skirts. More and more skirts. I started to get frustrated after a while.

There is no way in hell I'm wearing something that short!

I grabbed a few decent skirts here and there. I finally found some jeans and I grabbed some shirts as well along with a white jacket. I got a few other accessories too, such as scarves, gloves, shoes, and anything else that Marichka or Meagan would forget to buy for themselves.

It took me ten minutes to find what I needed and went up to the desk. I paid for my things and waited at the entrance for Meagan and Marichka.

No more than five minutes had passed before Marichka came with her wardrobe in hand. Meagan followed behind her, with an angry look on her face. They paid for their clothes and made their way towards me.

"What's wrong with her?" I pointed at Meagan.

"She had a tough time finding jeans," Marichka answered.

"So did I, but I found some."

"Trade me!" Meagan demanded and gave me a death glare.

"What'd you get?"

"Not jeans," Marichka smiled and let me look inside the bag. There were a few skirts with leggings and other fashion items.

I sighed. "You know, we could have just gone to another store…"

"Most of the stores in Tokyo are the same, nowadays. This is looks like one of the plainest stores in this city. This is the best we could do."

"Why'd you buy them if you didn't want them?"

"I was gonna trade with you cause you seemed to know where everything was and I didn't feel like looking." Meagan took her bag from Marichka and we walked out the door.

"Fine. But I'd better be allowed to wear them, too. I'm not wearing skirts the entire time we're here." I stated in an business-like tone.

We stepped out onto the sidewalk and journeyed down the street.

"Where are we gonna stay while we're here?" I asked. The time that was mysteriously booked for us at the last hotel had expired, and we were now wandering the streets with shopping bags.

"I don't know we'll figure that out later. Did you guys get backpacks?" Marichka asked us.

"Yeah," we both replied.

"Good."

We stopped at the park and unloaded the few things we bought into our backpacks and split up the money evenly. We went into store's dressing rooms and changed into our Japanese clothes so we wouldn't look suspicious. This all took about an hour because the money was already divided and the next clothing store was a few blocks away. When all of this was done, we began to explore the city of Tokyo.

"So here we are!" Marichka exclaimed. Her clothes fit her style. She wore a black jacket and a red T-shirt along with black plants that had a chain hanging from the belt loops.

Meagan had a regular black sweatshirt with blue jeans. I had a white sweatshirt and blue jeans as well. We dressed plainly since the store we went to didn't have much variety.

"Yep. Here we are," Meagan sighed and her eyes rested on the street.

"Now what?" I asked impatiently.

I bumped into someone. "Sorr-Marichka, why did you stop?" She seemed to be frozen to the spot. Marichka had a look of shock and amazement on her face.

"K…K…L…Luh…Kuhu…" Marichka was stuttering. It looked like she was about ready to drool.

"What's wrong?" Meagan asked from behind me.

"I don't know. She won't ans-"

I finally realized who she was looking at.

It was none other than Light Yagami.

"…….Lah….Lah….Kah..."

I gave Meagan a worried look and the expression on her face was no different. How she managed to pick Light out from all the people walking around was beyond me, but she'd done it.

What Marichka had said next, though, made my eyes widen with horror.

"KIRA!!!"

Well, that's Marichka for you. Screaming "KIRA!" on a crowded street in Tokyo. Haha I wonder what's gonna happen next! Wait…I'm the writer…uuuuummmmm…..

R&R