Hello everyone. I am a french fanfictions writer and this story is the translation of my fanfiction named "Victime". My english is pretty good but I can't promise you that there will be no mistake in this chapter or future chapters. I wish you all a good reading and thank you for giving me a chance !

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OC, Ryuzaki and Light are highschool students. Ryuzaki is not a detective. Misa, Mello and Near are also part of the fanfiction. This fanfiction does not follow the original story. Romance is one of the main topics but the story around the Death Note plays a bigger part (I worked a lot on it). Rated M because of future lemons and because of the general negative atmosphere of the fanfiction. 31 upcoming chapters. Around 140k words.

CHAPTER 1 : ORDINARY DAY

"Haha, coward !"

Sitting on the toilet of my highschool, it was the third bucket of water that was poured on my head. What did I do to these people ? Nothing. Besides being myself. I was that kind of person who was put aside because I was slightly different from my class. I did not have many friends. I always had very good grades. I was not really talkative. I was this person who was harassed because life was boring. There was a limit to wickedness. My comrades had crossed it for a long time now.

"So you don't want to come out anymore ?" someone asked, knocking on my door.

The girl who was talking to me, her name was Misa Amane. At first, she did not really pay attention to me. But since that day her boyfriend Light Yagami had defended me in front of the whole class, she decided to annoy me. She was jealous and every day was a nightmare. It was only when I was home that everything was normal again. I was pretending to be well in front of my family. Sometimes, even locked in my room I was not safe. Internet was a strong weapon for bullies. But I was mentally strong enough to not give up. All I knew was that one day, I will take revenge on all these people.

"We should go to class." another girl said."Let's go Misa."

Misa was always accompanied by other girls. She could obviously not do anything herself. I was alone and I was trapped. Despite my complaints to the school principal, he refused to believe me. Misa was his daughter, he trusted her. She only had to shed her best crocodile tears to persuade him and make me look like the troublemaker. In the end, I told my parents that the whole case was resolved. They had no idea that it was worse than before.

The bell was ringing. I checked below the door. The way was free. In front of the mirror, I was looking at myself. My hair was soaked. I always had extra clothes just in case something like that would happen. I quickly changed before putting my dirty clothes in my bag. I cleaned my glasses at the same time and then quietly left the room. The corridors were practically empty. I was about to join my classroom when someone suddenly called my name.

"Emi, what happened to you ?" the person asked in panic.

This girl was my only friend. Her name was Lola. Like me, she was constantly bullied. But she was much weaker than me. Just by watching her blond hair, I could guess that she had been assaulted just a few minutes ago. One of her braids was completely undone and I could see bruises on her face. I really felt sorry for her.

"Don't worry about me." I sighed. "A pretty girl like you doesn't have the right to leave her hair like that."

With a light smile on the lips, I removed the elastic on my wrist to help her. She was about to cry. At the same moment, Misa passed in front of us. Clinging to her boyfriend's arm, she stared intently at us. I saw Light's gaze lingering on me. Paying no attention to him, I urged Lola to move forward. I did not want to create more troubles.

Near the classroom, Lola took a deep breath. It was her usual ritual. She was preparing herself to go through something identical to a nightmare. I was honestly in the same situation. Only I was used to it. I put my hand on her shoulder to encourage her. Then, I passed in front of her and entered the room. Some comrades were already giggling while others were just staring at me. I was avoiding the feet that others were deliberately putting in my way. Now in front of my table, I noticed that words were written on it. Insults, threats or even suicide requests, I erased them all with my sleeve.

During the lesson, I was thinking about what I could tell my parents about my new clothes. I was sometimes looking out the window, imagining a life where I would have a lot of friends and no issues. Light, who was behind me, discreetly hit me in the leg. Pissed, I turned my head slightly towards him. He threw a paper ball on my table. Curious, I opened it. He asked me if everything was fine. I did not necessarily want to tell him what Misa had done to me today. There could be consequences. I write on his paper that I was fine before sending it back.

Lola and I were both lining up for the cafeteria. We were sometimes intentionally pushed. Misa was taking pleasure in talking about our unhappy lives in highschool to her friends from other classes. They did not even try to know us. They were simply following her in her actions. They were behaving like people even weaker than us without knowing it.

We were now looking for a table. Getting around other people was a bad idea. I had already experienced it. Installed at the back of the cafeteria, we started to eat. It was difficult to have a peaceful lunch with all those eyes fixed on us. Lola had already skipped meals just because of that. I was glad to see that today it was not the case. I started a random conversation to distract her from the atmosphere. Oddly, she suddently talked to me about Light. She was wondering why he was so kind to me. My only answer was that he was certainly pitying me. Even if I appreciated his support, I sometimes felt like he was trying to trick me.

"You know Emi, maybe I'm going to change school."

I lowered my head. She had already told me that but I still could not realize it. I was strong but her presence was bringing me something more. I gave her a fake smile, encouraging her wholeheartedly to have a fresh start. She needed it, much more than I did. If I had not change school in the past that was because the situation of my parents could not allow it. And leaving this school would be a victory for those who hate me. I could not give them this satisfaction.

I was walking along the corridors a little nonchalant. Lola had gone to the bathroom. Sometimes she was going there as an excuse to cry secretly. I preferred to leave her alone. After climbing several stairs, I suddenly bumpted into someone. I rubbed my forehead and raised my head. My cheeks immediatly became pink.

"Excuse me." he said to me.

Like nothing happened, he continued his way. This boy was called Ryuzaki and only Ryuzaki. I had heard many times that his name was fake. He was in my class. He was one of the few people that had nothing against me. In fact, his situation was a little similar to mine. He was a bit special. The others put him aside for that. But he was not often annoyed because he was a precious friend of Light. I was so unhappy and desperate that I fell in love with the only person that was not paying attention to me. I giggled. He did not even notice that I was spending my days admiring him.

Back in class, my head was resting against my hand. Lola was still missing. When she finally entered the room, I directly noticed her puffy eyes. She had cried again. I put my forehead on the table with a sigh. I wanted to find a way to change all that, to reverse the situation. I wanted to be the person they feared. My eyes moved to Ryuzaki. Some people said he was scary. On the contrary, his way of behaving was cute for me. He was mysterious and discreet. His way of sitting always made me laugh. And he was very intelligent, even more than me. I just always wondered why his real name was hidden from us.

While I was still in my thoughts, I did not notice right away that he was staring at me. Finally captivating my eyes, he indicated with his finger the back of his chair. I raised an eyebrow. What was he trying to tell me ? Perplexed, I touched mine with my hand. I suddenly felt a sticky substance on my fingers. I immediately heard people laughing. I did not need more details to understand that someone had tried to make fun of me. I shyly turned my head towards Ryuzaki. He was still looking at me.

"Thank you." I whispered.

He just nodded. I really wanted to get to know him. What would he say if I tried ? Certainly act like the others, he would be disgusted. I admired him a lot and could only do it from afar. I was in love with him and it was my little secret. Nobody could know that.

"You talk to ghosts now ?"

This unbearable voice could only belong to one girl. Misa passed by my table and sat on it. She crossed her legs, looking at me with insistence. How someone could be interested in this girl ? She was pretty but very stupid. She was spending her time belittling others to feel superior. I hated her.

"You're not really pretty, you know."

"If you say so." I simply replied.

"You don't even look like a girl." she sighed. "Do you have curves at least ?"

Her stupid friends giggled. She could criticize my physique as many times as she wanted. It was not like I was upset or disappointed. I was not especially a pretty girl, nobody had ever complimented me except Lola. It was true that sometimes I wanted to be a little more feminine, but that was impossible.

"Misa, leave Emi alone."

This other girl's name was Jenny. She might looked like a nice person but she was just a hypocrite. She defended us, me and Lola. She certainly thought me silly enough to believe her. Misa was her best friend. But in front of us, they were enemies. Jenny was cruel, she was trying to get closer to us to hurt us even more. The problem was that Lola trusted her. I had already tried to convince her but she had refused to believe me. Jenny was her friend. Jenny was a good person.

"Well." Misa whispered. "I'm going to annoy Lola instead."

"Do you really have to do that ?" I replied. "You seems very interested in us for someone who hates us."

She stared at me intently. She took a pack of cigarettes out of her bag. She grabbed one before lighting it up. Everyone else was looking at us, already laughing at what was going to happen. A moment later, she blew all the smoke in my face. She was trying to provoke me, to show me where my place was. I could not do anything against her just because her father was protecting her.

"Shut up and just be what you've always been." she smiled. "A victim."

The other students applauded Misa. I lowered my headn not thinking of anything in particular. My eyes crossed Ryuzaki's. He was impassive. Was he also pitying me ? Despite Light's ceaseless demands, people continued to insult me. I did not even have the strength to cry. Suddenly, someone screamed in a strange way. Arms in the air, Ryuzaki caught the attention of the entire class. He suddenly closed his mouth seconds later as if nothing had happened.

"Something's wrong ?" Light panicked. "Are you in pain ?"

"Me ?" he asked innocently."I'm stretching, that's all."

At the same time, our teacher entered the class. The students returned to their places. The teachers were corrupted by Misa's father. There was a mess around me, yet the teacher made no comment about it. I thanked Ryuzaki a second time. He had never spoken to me since the beginning of the year and now he was saving me twice in the same day. Did God finally show mercy after watching all the misery I was going through ? All I knew was that I had fallen in love with the right person. I was more certain of it, day by day.

School was soon over. Through the window, I could already see the sun going down. Suddenly, something caught my attention. An object had just fallen in the middle of the courtyard. I looked discreetly around me. Light was watching the same thing as me. Curiosity was a bad thing, I knew it. But something was telling me that if he ever discovered what it was before me, I would never forgive myself. That's why at the end of the hour, I rushed to pack my things.

I waited for Light to be in the corridors to go in the courtyard. It was a notebook, like I thought. His title attracted even more my curiosity. Death Note. I turned the first page. There was a long text written in English. The human whose name was written in this notebook shall die. I raised an eyebrow. What ? I decided to bring it home to read more. A notebook that killed someone just by writing a name ? It was way too awesome to be true.

I was at home. My parents were already waiting for me in the hall. They used to do that to make sure I would not hide anything from them. They did not trust me, they knew that I was someone who was suffering in silence. I greeted them with a fake smile. I started walking up the stairs when suddenly my mother called me.

"Emi, you did not have that shirt when you left this morning ?" she asked me sadly.

"There were pasta with tomato sauce at lunchtime today." I laughed. "And you know me well, I eat like a baby ! Fortunately, Lola was there to lend me a shirt that she kept in her locker."

She naively believed my lie. It was better that way. She did not have to worry about me. Once in my room, I threw my bag on my bed. I grabbed this strange notebook that I had found earlier. Sitting on my desk, I read it a little more carefully.

-This will not take effect unless the writer has the person's face in their mind when writing his/her name.

-Therefore, people sharing the same name will not be affected. If the cause of death is not specified, the person will simply die of a heart attack.

-After writing the cause of death, details of the death should be written in the next six minutes and forty seconds.

I sighed before throwing myself on my bed.

"I am happy I waited for Light to be in the corridors." I said to myself. "Otherwise, he would have seen me."

I was pretty sure he wanted that notebook too. Even if I did not believe in his power yet, I was glad to have it. I closed my eyes, thinking back to the rules of this notebook. I would like to know if it was true. But what name should I write first ? A part of me was afraid that all of this was real. I did not want to become a murderer. But another part was whispering to me that i needed to write all the names of the people who made me suffer.

"I want to take my revenge." I whispered."I want to kill them all."