OKAY! so now we are back to first person. And so, let us continue onwards with the chapter. I want to thank all those who have read this, I'm sorry for the huge gaps in updates though. I just want to make it good and not crappy. I want to write it when the words flow from my head for the best results but I'm just not sure about it... Sorry for the shortness.

I had already boarded the plane to Japan and was now in a hotel room, in a room separate from where L was currently on his computer doing research. I wonder what sort of things await me here. I longed for something different. I miss my friends.

I want to go back to Whammy's and steal chocolate from Mello and steal Matt's video games again. I want to be with my two best friends in the world again. I miss them more than anything, but my choice has already been made. I don't regret my choice. I only regret not bringing Matt and Mello along with me. They probably hate me now. The thought of that sort of guilt is crushing, but I have a job to do. No matter what, I will not allow L and Whammy to leave me behind again. I always hated it. I hated feeling alone when I knew I was surrounded by children. By people. Not that many of them really liked me otherwise.

I bolted up on the comfortable bed. I couldn't just sit there. I had a job to do. I had to go and help L. My father. I put on a precautionary mask that covered up half of my face, leaving just my nostrils and down uncovered. My eyes were not able to be seen from behind the mask. It was perfect to keep people from searching my image on the internet. It would protect all of us. If only my father didn't have that thing with any form of restrictions. He doesn't even wear tennis shoes or socks due to the hatred. To be quite honest I can see his point even if it is only a half face mask. It's annoying.

"Dad, I want to help with the case."

"No." He rearranged files, shuffling them all around.

"Okay." I shuffled my way to the kitchen instead. I didn't want to go back to my room. I wanted sustenance. I checked all of the cabinets of the ridiculously ornate kitchen and found them to be primarily filled with sweets, fruits, and supplement pills. I found the same thing when I checked the refrigerator and freezer. I sighed. I guess I'm having vanilla bean Ice cream then. Maybe if I'm lucky I'll find some orange juice. I love my father, I really do, but he really needs to eat something other than fruit and sugar. He's going to have a heart attack one of these days from all that sugar. Then my mind dwelled off into the land of Hetalia.

I should watch some Hetalia... Right now. I remember first finding out about it. I was Google searching my name just for kicks. And then I found an anime called Hetalia Axis Powers. It all went downhill from there. I became addicted to say the least. I like America, Italy, the Baltics, the Nordics, all of them. It's too hard to pick a favorite. I found myself smiling and humming a song I heard Italy sing while I grabbed a spoon and sat in the room where my father was conducting his research.

I nommed on the ice cream, plugged in my headphones to watch Hetalia and relished the silence of the room and took comfort of in the sounds of the keyboard tapping almost consistently. I could practically hear the smooth whir of the gears in his head while he did research. Or maybe that was the episode of Hetalia I was watching.

It took me around thirty minutes to realize that Watari was not home. Perhaps he was grocery shopping. I shrugged and continued to watch Hetalia. I let L do his speaking while I was deep in thought, secretly listening in. Maybe I should... do some research.

I walked with my head down to my room just before L contacted the ICPO. I felt sick to my stomach. Why did I have to read that blog? Oh gosh why? There's no way that can be possible. Stupid occult fanatics. I have to keep this to myself. There's no way L would believe what I had found. It was probably all some prank anyways. I must admit it is an interesting concept to toy with, but given all that L has taught me that should be physically impossible no matter who you are. Shinigami are also strictly Japanese, though other religions also have a representation of death. Angels of death, murderous ghosts, the Grim Reaper, and Hades. If that is the case then it is highly unlikely that one specific group of representations of oncoming death are true, right? The likely hood of Shinigami being real is highly unlikely. But still... That blogger...

Deadman's Blog: Part 1

Written, January 15, 1981- January 24, 1982

Posted: October 31, 2000

I found an old diary in my uncle's closet. It was a diary. He said it belonged to a friend of my father's. Since my father couldn't bear to keep it, and my uncle had the key, he figured it was better left with him.

My uncle bestowed it to me. Needless to say, when I opened the diary I was surprised by the contents. It was written in red pen and in a rather horror story worthy chicken scratch. Needless to say, I figured it would be the perfect post for Halloween.

January 15, 1981

I always thought nothing special would ever happen to me. I was merely a highly curious doctor who did autopsies. My wife was merely a detective. We've always been so happy, but as of late, the world seems to be almost poisoned with the kinds of cases she takes on and the amount of autopsies I've had to conduct recently. The number is increasing. It's almost maddening.

Then, a little black notebook just... fell. It fell from the sky directly into my hands. When we got home today though, my wife and I flipped through it. Then we saw that... thing... staring directly at us through the window. It looked like it was missing an eye. One was just a socket, the other eye was filled. It reminded me of the old children's rhyme of The Crooked Man made into a terrifying movie as it's neck was shaped almost like a candy cane. We screamed at the sight of it, and then when the car in the street's headlights hit our window and went away it was gone. Just like that.

I don't think I'll be able to sleep tonight knowing that somewhere that exists. I left the ordeal with salt dashed into the sweetness of the brand new house.

-N.A.C.L.

January 20, 1981

Today the creature known as the Crooked Man approached Lorraine, my wife, and I. He explained to us the importance of the notebook. To prove it I wrote down the name of a sweet little girl living across the street from us, May Spears. I almost thought nothing would happen. I never thought anything would happen until... She clutched her chest, and fell off of her brand new sled she had just ecstatically shown us at Christmas time. At first I thought she was having growing pains, but she never got up off of the ground. Soon she was swarmed by children... I... I killed... a little girl. To make things worse, I'm the one who has been instructed to do her autopsy.

I think this little black notebook could do that is horrible... And yet I can't let it go and neither can Lorraine.

-N.A.C.L.

HEY GUYS! LONG TIME NO POST! I had marching band and blah blah blah, I'm making excuses. I got the idea of a blog from... I don't know. I wondered what it would be like if Light had a diary, but was already a little bit off, which he likely was. I have plans for N.A.C.L. lots of plans. Who ever finds and gets the joke will get their username said in the story somehow. I'm not sure if I should make the beginning of each chapter a blog post or not though. It is tempting and I kind of want that to reflect on her mental state as the story goes on, but that's just an idea...