Summary: In the south wing of the school, Light Yagami watched a black notebook fall. On the west wing side, Sayako Kurohashi jumped awake as a black eraser smacked her forehead. Light/OC/L.

Author's Note: The Death Eraser is real, people.

Chapter 1

The distant sound of a bell ringing signalled the start of another period. For Sayako Kurohashi, that period happened to be her dreaded English class where speeches were being practiced. With a small sigh, she unfolded the white report card that she had received last month and her finger came to rest on the terrible mark that would no doubt become a mountain in the path of her dreams.

Mathematics - 97/100

Computing - 99/100

Physics - 95/100

Chemistry - 94/100

English - 52/100

Strange how the one subject she made use of most frequently in her day-to-day life (for her diary) was also the one she was close to failing. All because of the speech component. Sayako could not even order a cup of coffee without practicing multiple times before. Even the phone would send her into a spiral of hushed moshi moshi repetitions and many times she would miss the call and would have to make the dreaded call-back. Speeches or even talking just wasn't for her.

Goodbye To-Oh. At least at one point, you seemed attainable. Sayako thought glumly, before stretching under the tree and allowing her tired eyes to shut. She would have to get up in less than 40 minutes to attend her next period. Even if To-Oh was pretty much out of the picture, she still could try her hand at the next best although the thought of not walking through those gates brought tears behind her closed lids.

Someone had caught her! Sayako jumped awake at the slight bump that bounced off her forehead and looked around wildly. The field was as solitary as ever - the distant sounds of laughter from the building alerting her that the period had ended. Yet . . . she had felt something hit her and . . . she touched her fingers to her forehead and winced. Sayako wasn't the most popular student, that status was reserved for her classmate Light Yagami, but she wasn't unpopular to the point of being bullied. Or have unknown things being thrown at her while she took a quick nap.

Whatever, her brain urged. Get to the next class before you fail that one too.

She hurriedly obeyed and began to collect her things when the mysterious black square rolled off her bag. Sayako didn't hesitate to pick up the object - it seemed harmless and upon further inspection, it was an eraser. With a particularly ugly skull drawn in the centre of it. Death Eraser was written like one of those Halloween font styles.

So someone had caught her, Sayako deduced, looking around cautiously again. She doubted any girl would have something like this - skulls and black were more common with her male peers. And only stupid rowdy boys in her class would do something like throwing an eraser at a slumbering person. Guess she really did have someone out there who didn't like her. But still . . . who on Earth would buy an eraser called Death Eraser? And was there some writing on the back?

"Look, look! There he is!" A group of girls giggled as she walked past them. Sayako couldn't help but turn her head slightly at their words. Of course. Light Yagami was strolling into the small field near the basketball court. He seemed aware of their stares as he turned his profile slightly to pass off his signature smirk. "Kyaa~!" They squealed and Sayako quickened her pace at the ear-piercing shriek. A headache was already on its way no thanks to that stupid eraser and she wouldn't be sticking around to have it become aggravated.

The end of the day came faster than she had expected. Her English teacher had caught up with her earlier and demanded an explanation for her absence. Sayako had fumbled terribly with her words but had just about managed to convince her that she had gone down with a temperature earlier. How many times until everyone starts to think that I cry wolf? Sayako touched her neck as if to relieve herself of the lump - she wasn't a liar . . . she was just terrible at anything that involved speaking.

"T-Tadaima." She whispered as she entered her humble-sized home. She was no rich kid - her parents were simple office workers, but their work often took them away from home for days. As long as they were together, Sayako thought noting the absence of their shoes in the genkan.

Guess that means I am in charge today again. What should I do first? Homework or food?

Sayako looked at the rice cooker and decided to put the rice in while she would work on her homework. There was some salmon in the fridge and she could quickly whip up an egg to make a decent rice bowl. It wasn't as if she was much interested in food. Nothing seemed to hold her interest now that her chances of getting into To-Oh were becoming slim.

Grabbing the remote quickly before she fell into that black landmine of depression again, Sayako paused at the breaking news. A man was holding some nursery school children hostage. Kurou Otoharada. His face appeared on the screen simultaneously along with the camera footage of the nursery. Sayako passed a quick prayer for the innocents and shuddered. What was Japan becoming into? So much crime . . . a murder every day. Thefts were becoming rampant and a country that had barely any gun incidents now had enough to be on a path to put America to shame. Sayako shook her head wryly - she was being dramatic again.

Prepare a speech about why you intend to study your chosen discipline at university.

Her attention drifted to the title and she chewed her bottom lip in thought. Why did she want to do Computer Science? An explanation that she was extremely good at computers, had near enough mastery of the programming languages and had twice hacked into her school system to obtain previous years practice material were all mediocre reasons. Someone might just turn around and say that she was good at everything so why not Mathematics? Why not the other science disciplines? Why indeed.

And the answer was glaringly obvious. Computers allowed her to be someone she wanted. She only had to make a fake ID and put in some interesting facts with a touch of good humour and she would instantly be accepted. Life behind the computers was easy like that - you could be whoever you wanted to be. And the plus side was that she wouldn't have to be in an office interacting with people around her. She could work from home, from her bedroom and never come out. Maybe her mother had been right about her all along that she was a hikikomori.

Squeals of excitement and fear made Sayako's hazel eyes pin on the screen again. Children were running out as the presenter hurriedly spouted out the news that the captor and criminal, Kurou Otoharada had suddenly collapsed clutching at his chest. Soon two paramedics were rushing in and the news came out that it had been a heart attack. The timing of the whole incident seemed straight out of a fairy tale - something no one was likely to believe unless they had been watching the transmission like her. Such things never ended well - they just didn't, but maybe those children had their own guardian angel watching over them.

I want to do computer science because . . . I just do. Sayako looked at her childish scribble and chuckled. If only such an answer could be accepted, she thought rummaging in her bag to search for her eraser. Why must everything be explained? The best things in life were meant to be felt as Helen Keller had once said. Yet, the world she lived in had become two-dimensional - everything had to be observed and explained.

When Sayako pulled her hand out of her bag, she opened her palm to see the black eraser. No, Death Eraser as it was called. This time she couldn't help, but feel eerie looking at the skull and the ominous words that were carved underneath it. She hesitantly turned it and as she had seen earlier, there was a lot of miniscule writing at the back.

Death Eraser

How to Use It

The person whose name is to be erased from the notebook will come back to life.

For the said person to come back to life, he or she must not be cremated.

For the said person to come back to life, he or she's name must be erased within 13 days of their name being written.

For the said person to come back to life, he or she's face along with their name must be held in the user's mind.

Ownership of the Death Eraser is not tied to any Shinigami.

The owner of the Death Eraser can see any Shinigami.

Should the owner wish to remove their ownership, they will need to throw away or give away the eraser.

The ownership of the Death Eraser is independent of the ownership of the Death Note.

The Death Eraser can be traded with a Shinigami in exchange for a Death Note. However the opposite is not possible.

Sayako couldn't help stop the loud snort that escaped her. Such elaborate detail of a bunch of stupid rules. Was this what boys her age were wasting their life on? She knew that all she had to do was one quick search of this thing called the Death Eraser or Death Note and a violent shonen anime would appear on her screen. Ridiculous was a small word to describe this thing, Sayako thought disdainfully as she leaned over her paper and rubbed out the words. At least it was a good eraser, she mused when no rubber shavings were left behind. Guess that's all it was - stationery merchandise of some anime or manga.

The rest of the evening crept on while the young girl worked defeatedly on her speech. She didn't pay a second more to the ominous object that sat next to her arm. A few roads away, Light Yagami watched as the sun rose. A new world was being heralded. And he was going to be the God of this New World.

Author's Note: VERY IMPORTANT¬VERY IMPORTANT¬VERY IMPORTANT¬VERY IMPORTANT¬VERY IMPORTANT¬VERY IMPORTANT¬VERY IMPORTANT¬

Did I catch your attention? Thank you to who is reading this. I have been having this idea occupying my mind for some time now. A little bit about the OC - I don't intend on writing an overbearingly smart and fearless OC for this story. I have read some amazing fanfictions in the Death Note community, however I find OCs that aren't scared of Shinigamis or have a badass/kickass attitude right from the get go to be quite intolerable. If you think about it, even Light was momentarily frightened of Ryuk. L practically screamed at the word Shinigami. I believe in writing a character that is as human as possible - Sayako isn't the bravest, smartest or the most likeable character. She is an average person who works hard and has the chance of getting accepted into To-Oh. Those are her end goals - they seem quite simple for a universe like Death Note, but once again to reinforce the message - Sayako is going to be a very normal OC character. Yes, she will have interactions with Light and L as this is a het OC fanfiction teetering between Romance and Drama, but to be perfectly clear about it, she will be very very very . . . *SIGH* normal. Sorry if I have repeated myself 50 times in this passage, but for the love of God people - please start writing OC characters that aren't geniuses/badass/kickass/Shinigami whisperers. Just make them human for once!

Until next time!