A/N: Hey all! I know this is late, but I changed up how this chapter was going to work. Also look down at the bottom A/N because I have a little contest going on.

beyond birthday 667: Yes L will be alive, but as this chapter shows, things will be changing if anything happens differently. I'm glad you like it, I got the idea after people started asking questions about the stories. Hymn is pronounced like Him. At least that's how the people in Southern America pronounce it. Hymn is somewhat based off of a Gargoyle and a futakuchi-onna.

Sleeping Moon: Thanks, I'm glad you liked it!

OFTO: Time paradox? I'm not quite sure what that is.

Orange Diary: It takes a lot for me to write a proper dialogue, but Light being evil was easy. Hymn is based off a Gargoyle and futakuchi-onna. These two features will come into play the next chapter though.

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Light was unsure if it was because he was aware that the notebook was coming today, or because he was honestly bored but, this day felt like it was never going to end. Each minute on the clock ticked by unbelievably slow, and all the words from the teachers buzzed in his head in an annoying fashion that made him want to swat them. The annoying sounds coming from Hymn didn't help either, they were a low groaning that came from deep within her chest. On top of all of this would be the random heart attacks he would have, and then would have to assure the class and teachers that it was a condition he acquired over the weekend. Even someone with his sparkling record and parentage could barely get away with that.

"Can you quit that?" He snapped when the groans suddenly sped up in tempo and raised in volume. "It's not like you have anything to be moaning about anyway."

"Mr. Yagami." His English teacher said. "Is there something you want to tell us?"

Light snapped his gaze from the eerily grinning woman to his elderly teacher. "No, sir. I was just saying the parts out loud."

His teacher stared at him for several seconds before nodding. "Alright then, please recite to all of us."

Gritting his teeth Light stood up and spoke the few lines from his English textbook, yet only half of his mind was really on it. The rest of his energy was used trying to see with his peripheral vision, awaiting the sight of a black dot to fall out of the sky like a dying crow. And just like clock work it happened, a small speck of black against the bright orange of the early evening sun. This event caused him to stop mid-sentence in his reading, a stumble that was not normal with his perfect record. He wasn't even sure what caused the massive train wreck that became his reading, perhaps it was taking in the mystical moment of spotting the death note again, or maybe it was his lack of concentration. Whatever it was, he knew his teacher would pick up on it.

"I am afraid Mr. Yagami," His teacher said. "that all of your talking in class will have to end so that you may pay attention with your lessons. Please do not leave for your home before writing out the section you missed today at least five hundred times."

He could not afford to waste time on something as mundane as school work! If he faltered for even a moment then everything that would lead up to his god-hood would be destroyed! Light put on a distraught look and sighed deeply. "I understand Mr. Oyashi, but I was due to pick up my little sister from the hospital."

The old man raised a bushy eyebrow. "Is that so?"

"Yes sir," He shook his head. "my mother is unable to do it, and as you know my father is the chief of police. It'd be impossible for anyone else except for me to do it and if I don't she'd be stranded and all alone..."

The old man shrugged and turned back to the bored. "Then write it out one hundred times, you may start now."

Sighing he sat down in his chair and yanked out a pen and piece of paper, the blandness mocking him as he began his work. One hundred times was no problem, he had done twice as many when he was using the death note, and if he hurried he would be doing it again.

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Running out into the sticky warmth of early fall, Light glanced around at his fellow students. Some of them were sitting around and talking to each other, while others were going to their respective clubs. It was mandatory to join a club at Light's school, but he managed to find a loop-hole via cram school.

"So you're finally going after it?" Hymn asked, large wings flapping as she remained airborne. "I thought you would have snuck out of class or something."

Light walked down the path that led to the death note's hiding spot. No-one was there except three girls sitting on a bench, chatting happily to each other. "I can't do that or my reputation would be destroyed."

"Isn't that about to happen with the death note?"

A small smirk curled onto the young man's face. "No, I am about to create one."

Finally coming under the shadows of the bridge he stared down at the green grass and dirty, grey concrete. There were bits of crust from a left over sandwich and a scrap of magazine that had a women's hotline number printed on it, but nothing else.

"My, my, my." Hymn shook her head. "I guess someone got to it before you did, what a pity~."

Warmth slithered through Light's bones and threatened to set his blood on fire. Never in his life had he wanted to kill someone with his own two hands, but now all he could think of doing was going to his English teacher and strangling him until his face turned blue and his eyes threatened to bulge and spew blood.

"Shut up." He hissed out, his breathing now labored and heavy. "Tell me who has my note-book."

"Hmm~...Nope!"

"Hymn, I swear to god if you don't tell me I'll-" Light leaned back somewhat as she came so close to his face he could feel her cold breath on his nose.

"You'll what?" The grin on her face widened so much he though the edges would rip. "You'll write my name in the dirt like a child? Please, don't make me laugh! The only thing you can do is gather the clues and get the death note for yourself." She shook her head. "I can't even say get it back, 'cause you haven't even touched it."

Light opened his mouth to retort, but the pains of death once again hit him. Within seconds he was on the ground struggling to breathe as terrified screams met his ears, only making the pain worse. After a few moments he could feel his soul and body forcing itself together again, as well as warm touches from soft hands. Having had enough pain and disappointment for one day, Light shut his eyes and submerged himself in the quiet abyss of sleep.

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"Light?"

He moaned and tried to turn over to ignore the noise, just to feeling something tugging on his wrist. Opening his eyes he found himself staring up at a white ceiling that had silver rails screwed to the very top. Attached to the rails were white curtains that were currently drawn to the side to allow a person to look out the small window. Glancing over to his wrist he saw a red-haired girl holding it, her head drooped forward in obvious exhaustion.

"She's been like that for the last hour." Hymn said from her place on top of a chair. Her thin body was leaning forward and her smile was set perfectly on her face, her eyes wide and unblinking. It reminded Light of a gargoyle...or a demon.

Blinking he sat up somewhat. "I'm in the school's nurses office."

Hymn nodded. "The girl brought you after you fell unconscious. She was the one who noticed you had no pulse, but no one believed, hence why she's touching you."

Memories from earlier suddenly rocketed through his mind, bringing back his rage. Ripping his wrist away from the girl he punched the bed with all his might, just to succeed in popping a few of his knuckles. The brittle snaps caused the girl to gasp and open her eyes, the pale grey orbs darting left and right. When they finally settled on Light they calmed down.

"I thought you were asleep."

Gritting his teeth he swallowed the rage for a moment and tried his best to look weary and kind. "I was, but apparently I've had enough rest."

"Oh." The girl stood up. "Are you sure you're alright? When I found you on the ground your heart stopped..." She shook her head. "I guess I was wrong."

He stared at the young woman and tried to put a name to her face. He knew that she was in his science class and was one of the smartest people in school, but she also was infamous for going through depressions. He had heard that her father died when the two towers in America were destroyed and that led to her mother moving to Japan to get away from it all, what was her name?

"Well thanks, I'm better now so I'm gonna go." He swung his legs over the bed, accidentally kicking over her back pack. A flood of books, pens, and notebooks fell out of it. Before he even had time to react the girl was on her knees and getting everything up.

"I can see that." She dead panned. "If you're done wasting my time I'm leaving." She stood up again, a few of the books under her left arm. "The nurse said you'll have to check on her before you leave."

"Thanks for telling me."

"Uh-huh." Turning on her heel she left the room, slamming the door shut behind her.

"Wow, that's a sour one." Hymn muttered. "It's hard to believe she looked so sweet and innocent while asleep."

"Hymn, how much are you invested in me?"

The creature glanced over to him, dark brown orbs narrowing. "Not that much, why?"

Light leaned back against his pillows. "Just curious, because I know who has the death note."

"That's great and all, but how are you going to get it?" She asked, held tilted to the side. "You can't just kill whoever has it."

"Yes I can." He said with a small smile growing on his face. "You obviously don't know that much about humans...or shinigami." A few deep chuckles left his lips before he tossed his head back in a full-out laugh. It was deep and penetrated past the realms of sanity and into the dark abyss known as insanity.

Hymn smirked as she watched his display. "You're truly something Light, but let's see how long this big bad attitude of your's lasts."

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A/N: And done! Alright so I said that there would be a contest and I wasn't lying. I suck at drawing and as such I decided to hold a contest for who can make the best cover art. There will be three different prizes for the different places.

1. First place get's their art as the cover as well as acknowledgment and a One shot, and an Oc who will stick around until the end of the story.

2. Acknowledgement and an Oc that may stay within the story.

3. Third place get's acknowledgment and a One-shot.

I really don't care what it looks like. If you want Hymn's full description then I suggest you wait until the next chapter that comes out on Tuesday. As long as it all keeps to the image rules I don't think it matters much, I want to see you guy's creativity!

Thanks guys!