Well, this is my first, full fledged fan fiction story. It's non-sensical, comedic, idiotic and to be honest, it has the capacity to make your I.Q drop. Yet, it is my first story, and I hope that in time, my writing skills will improve. Anyways, on to the point. Part one of the story is all about Light. His section will have around 20-25 brief diary entrances, all of which are in chronological order. The second part will be dedicated to L, the 3rd to Ryuk, 4rth to Misa, and so on with the task force members and various secondary characters. Now, although L is far my favorite character, entertaining to watch AND listen (His eloquent, melodic english voice is purely a delightful treat for one's ears), I decided to begin with Light, given his rather solipsistic, paradoxical and tedious view of the world, not to mention his hilarious arrogance.
Oh, and one more thing...I do not own death note, this is just a fan fiction story, no profits are being made, only hilarious insanity and hopefully some giggles will come out of this story.
Enjoy.
The death note diaries!
Part 1: Light Yagami
14 February 2003
Dear diary:
The world is boring. It's always the same thing; people stealing, killing, having unsafe sex with each other (or with random objects or with animals), bad TV reruns, crappy reality shows, poor sense of fashion and a taste for senseless violence.
For starters, all of the violence in the world should be gone because I'm tired of standing out for being the good guy in my school. For once I wish I stood out for being the badass that I truly am but every time I do something bad, it always goes unnoticed. Like, this morning, I tried to get detention by giving my teacher the finger but it back fired and instead my actions were attributed to stress while Jimmy Watabe was given twenty detentions in my place, stealing my bad-ass-ness in the process.
Second of all, the world really needs to improve it's fashion sense. What's up with the recent hobo fad that's been going around? It's bad enough having millions of ridiculously dressed hobos walking the streets like zombies, eating our cats and living in cardboard boxes! We don't need to exacerbate the situation by dressing up like them! That's only sending the wrong message, which says that it is okay to never shower or try to look decent… and that idea is just immoral, for Prada's sake!
If I had the power to make the world a better place, I'd somehow erase all the violence in the world and then I'd open a great big center for hobos who can't dress good and want to learn to do other stuff good too so that then everyone in the world would share the same amazing fashion sense I posses and my eyes wouldn't have to burn with people like Dennis Rodman ever again.
March 23 2003:
Dear Diary:
OMG! I FUCKING FOUND A NOTEBOOK THAT KILLS PEOPLE! FOR REAL! It all happened while I was walking around campus, thinking about what a waste life is in this boring world, was ready to become "emo" when I saw it, decided to pick it up and have fun with it out of curiosity!
When I first read the instructions in the back explaining that the name of the human written in the notebook would die, I thought it was nothing more than a joke, yet when the time came to test the notebook something in the back of my head forbade me from using it on just anyone, as If I already knew that there was a possibility of the whole thing being real so unconsciously my mind decided to make me do ugly evil doers as a precaution! I AM SO FUCKING AWESOME!!
A few hours ago I didn't know what to do with the notebook, so I seriously thought about killing political leaders in order to plant fear into the hearts of the world and make everyone do good, but then I realized that I just want to make life harder for myself and make things interesting so after I've killed a lot of people a brilliant detective will come after me and then a really sexy battle of the wits can begin, thus, earning me a billion fangirls in the process as well as showing off mah skillage, Mwahahahahah!! Besides I want to punish every single evil doer with my very own pen, and killing off the government would be too easy, AFNANFJHAFUNN !
5 days later
Some ugly ass creature thing with a radical sense of fashion came to talk to me. It ate my apples but that was just fine since it talked too damn much and I was beginning to lose myself in fantasies starring me as the god of a new, sexier, cleaner world. I would be so totally cool, hawt, gangsta and a lot of very awesome adjectives I can't think of right now. Eh, the creature named Ryuk is beginning to ramble again so I'll drug it with more of my vodka induced apples. YES, I INJECT ALCOHOL INTO MY FRUITS, BECAUSE THAT'S HOW BAD-ASS I AM!