Alright, a bit of an update: I, Kira will soon have multiple pages in the Death Note fanon wikia! No reviews or anything to reply to yet, but that's not too big a deal.

(Chris' POV)

'Well, Light, it's been fun.'

At that last sentence, my eyes snap open, only to be met with sunlight streaming through the window. As the last traces of sleep vanish, I slowly realize I have my face smushed into a pillow in the corner of my bed located in the corner of my bedroom. There is very little color in my room. White walls, white ceiling, a grey carpeted floor and dark wooden furniture.

I look around half-asleep before hearing a faint noise from across the upstairs hallway. The shower. Obviously I can't tell if the person in it is my mum or sister, but either way, the fact that someone was in there meant I must have woken up much later than normal. I turn on my IPhone to see what time it is, and sure enough, it's already 7:24. Shit. I need to get ready for school in half the time I usually do.

I immediately rip off the world-map-themed bedsheets I was lying under and flop out of bed, but as I'm about to run downstairs I see that the bedsheets have knocked over the Nendoroid figurines on my desk. I definitely don't have OCD, but sometimes it sure feels like it. So I stand them back upright one by one, all Death Note characters, starting with Teru and then Mello, Misa, Near, L, and finally, my favorite of them all.

Light Yagami.

If you ask most Death Note fans who Light was, almost all of them will say he was the antagonist, the villain, the "bad guy". But if you stand back for a minute and see what Light was really doing, what Kira was really doing, it all makes logical sense. If I recall correctly, in the manga Light stated that by the time he was defeated, global crime rates dropped over 70 percent, conventional warfare had ended and most criminal organizations around the world had collapsed completely. Had Light succeeded, it wouldn't be long before (almost) total world peace was established, saving and improving millions of lives for every one he took. So since Light's aim is to abolish all evil in the world, is there really a more noble or honorable cause for murder? Sure, he had his problems, but doesn't everyone have their imperfections? In any case, I don't have time to ponder that for too long. I carefully set my Nendoroid of Light back on the desk.

I meander my way to my dresser and throw on my school uniform. Once dressed, I go to the kitchen, grab something to eat, and sit down at the table. So what was my dream about? By now I can only remember that last sentence, no doubt Ryuk's dialogue from episode 37. Everything else has already been erased from my memory and probably lost forever. But those last words run through my mind at least a dozen times as I eat. Something about the way they were spoken seems... off. While I'm thinking, my seriousness catches the notice of my sister.

'You okay Chris? You look like something's bothering you… It's a girl, isn't it?'

'N-no, why… why would you think that, Indy?'

'You're only 15. You should be focusing on studying and schoolwork; you shouldn't be getting distracted by things you aren't even mature enough for.'

'Look, I just had a bad dream, okay? ... And what do you mean I'm not mature enough?'

'Well, for one thing you still watch those Chinese cartoons…'

'Indy, how many times do I have to tell you? Anime and shitty western "cartoons" are completely different!'

'They're both animated shows for little kids.'

'Did you… seriously just say that the anime I watch is for kids? Fine, in twenty years when I'm babysitting your children I'll show them Attack on Titan and see how they like it.'

'I'm not having kids.'

'You say that now, but I bet you'll change your mind eventually.'

'After hearing you two have this same argument so many times, I can almost see where your sister's coming from,' I hear behind me.

'Mum, what did I say about chiming into our conversations?'

'I can do whatever I want, Chris! For as long as you're living under my roof, I make the rules, not you! Just when will you get that through your thick head?!'

'Mum, let's not have this argument now,' I reply, making sure my bag is packed before jumping out the door.

Once I get onto the train at the last possible moment, I turn on my phone and look at my news feed, to see if there's anything interesting today. Just the usual shit. Another terrorist bombing in Iran, another mass shooting in America, rising tensions between the US and Russia, the stories begin to blur together as I stare out into the countryside. Every day you're just hearing the same story about war, terrorism, murder, crime, and injustice. The names of the people and places involved always change, but in reality, you just hear the same thing over and over again. Combine that with the collapse of the planet's stable climate and the rise of overtly fascist police states in the so-called "free" western countries, even down here in Australia, and the conclusion is unavoidable: This world is dying. Not that anyone cares.

So today is starting out as usual. I go through the usual pattern of sitting in the seat closest to the window (to increase my chances of becoming a main character), taking out a notebook and pretending to write notes, while most of the time I'm actually just writing ideas for fan fiction stories. Next thing I know it's lunchtime, and I slide my books into my bag and leave the classroom with the others.

As usual, I'm just walking around the school aimlessly with my friends as we talk about things. Really I'm not sure if you could even call them friends since all I ever do is tag along with them to ease the boredom of lunchtime. Still, it's good to have nothing to worry about-

'Hey! Chrissy!'

-except this asshole. Alexander Rockley. You know how every school has that guy that lets his anger out on all the weaker kids, thinking it'll make him look less weak himself? Well, that's Alex. Oh, and did I mention that he's the principal's son? So yeah, he can basically do whatever he wants without ever being punished. Much like most western governments.

'What is it now?' I succeed in omitting any "descriptive words" From my question.

'Where the hell is my 5 bucks?'

'You know I didn't accept that deal'

Just for some context: In Agricultural Studies, Alex challenged me to change the password to the teacher's computer to something ridiculous, or I'd have to pay him 5 dollars. Obviously, he was too much of a wimp to try this himself, or perhaps he wanted me to be the one that gets caught. It's probably both, but I can't exactly blame him for the latter since I too prefer people other than me to be the ones to have their asses handed to them. Either way, I told him I had no interest in the deal, but he's now pretending I accepted it.

'You can't turn back now. You said you accepted my challenge!'

'I didn't accept anything! You're just making shit up now.'

And that, kids, is how to get a 16-year-old freckled redhead's fist in your stomach. Oh, I should mention that the only people in the entire hallway are me, Alex, and my previously mentioned "friends". They aren't going to get involved, since they're all even weaker than I am. Either that or they don't really care. Probably both.

'Well, it looks like someone's off his meds today', I say, trying to ignore the pain.

'Yeah, you.'

'Is that seriously the best comeback you could come up with?'

And that, kids, is how to get a 16-year-old freckled redhead's other fist in your throat. I instantly drop to the floor, barely able to breathe.

'WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!' Comes a voice from the back of the hallway, behind Alex.

No, that was not said by a teacher, or by an ordinary spectator, but rather by Her. Viper Scott. The second hottest and deadliest girl in the entire school. Nearly every boy east of the Murray-Darling has had a crush on her at some point, but I was one of the few people she didn't pretend to not even see. Ever since I first joined the mafia in my first year of Junior High, she's promised to keep me safe from any "threats". She probably thinks of me as just a former business partner and minor liability, but I'm not actually sure what to think of her. On one hand, she's pretty hot, like REALLY hot, and we share many of the same interests. On the other hand, she's an assassin and with 7 kills to her name. And most of those kills were of relatively innocent people.

Alex drops me instantly and I fall to the ground. He probably remembers what happened when Viper caught him bullying me last month. His gunshot wounds are still probably visible under his shirt. And he can't ruin her like he can ruin any other kid, since she is one of the most high-ranking members of the Australian mafia, who's easily capable of ordering Alex's "accidental" death at a moment's notice. So, to sum it all up, she's basically Mello. But as a girl with brown hair and purple-ish eyes.

'This isn't what you think it is!'

'I think you just punched my friend, Christian Atarashimono, twice. You know that even under the legal-'

But Viper can't even finish her sentence because Alex has darted out the hallway.

'Hey, you OK?' She asks, extending her hand down to help me back on my feet.

'Oh, yeah, I'm fine. Just a little-'

'You still hang out with these nerds? Come on, how many times do I have to tell you!'

'They're my friends okay? So what if they may not be as "cool" as other people.'

'I'm just saying, with your skills and intelligence you should spend your time with us again, not… this.'

'I'm not returning to the mafia.'

I can tell Viper is upset by this. She's always said I was one of the group's most capable members and one of their greatest assets, but I'll never want to work with heartless criminals again. And I'm not exactly on good terms with some of them anyway.

'Well, if you ever change your mind, the door's wide open. I've missed you, Onomihsarata. We all have.' I highly doubt that. (For those wondering, Onomihsarata was my alias in the mafia.)

The rest of the day goes by as normal. After school I take the train back home. Now I'm just walking home from the station. It's pleasantly quiet. There's no-one else around, just the occasional car passing by. I reach into my pocket and pull out my iPod, put my earphones in and randomly click on one of the soundtracks I've saved. I end up with the first Code Geass opening. Good enough.

It's actually quite a pleasant afternoon. The sun is covered by clouds but there's a nice breeze coming through the street, and the birds are chirping, and its raining books… wait what?