Hey everyone! This is Teasha-san here, and I've published this new crossover fanfic about Death Note and Mistborn!

Plus, I can confirm that it's the only one out there! Cudos to me for being original!

Of course, this also means that not many people will look at it.

But oh well! I could care less for once! People who actually read this, please enjoy, review, and message me.

Oh, and one more thing... uh, Kelsier? Could you come out here?

Kelsier: I'm not even alive right now! Why would you make me do this?

Teasha: I don't care if you're alive or not, you're awesome and I loved you in the books until you commited suicide!

Kelsier: Yeah, sorry about that by the way...

Teasha: No you're not.

Kelsier: You're right. Fine. Teasha-san does not own Mistborn or Death Note. Can I go back to God now?

Teasha: Oh, you mean Sazed? Alright, but when you come back bring cake this time!

Enjoy!

"Put one foot in front of the other," the girl, Zara, sang. Her black wavy hair swung back and forth as she skipped across the sidewalk. Her beige dress fell just past her knees, and jumped up and down every time she hit the ground. "And you'll be walking, walking just like me." She was on her way home from work. Even though she was sixteen, Zara worked full-time. One had to make a living in a great city like Tokyo, and ever since her parents died, Zara had had to fend for herself. She had even dropped school in the eighth grade to stay out of debt. It was handy being a mistborn sometimes. Zara could accept jobs no one else could, and say she was just a misting. She could be a thug or a coinshot or a lurcher for anyone who needed it, and got paid real money. But she was never a mistborn. Mistings were valuable in the world, but mistborn were practically legend. Maybe one of every million people would inherit full mistborn powers. And Zara did. So if anyone found out she was mistborn, they would find her. And she could not, would not, allow them to find her.

Zara turned into the alley. It wasn't just any alley anymore, but her alley. Zara's alley. She hated to admit it, but she was homeless. After all, just because she was mistborn didn't mean she was rich or anything. She still had debts to pay off from staying in school so long.

She heard a sound behind her. A twig snap or something. Maybe a shuffle. But when she whirled around, she saw nothing.

Suspicious.

Zara burned tin to enhance senses, but she heard nothing anymore. Either it had been something not alive, or a very sneaky animal. Maybe a person. Zara kept going, but more carefully this time. Had they found her already? Or was it something else?

She heard another sound.

And whirled around to look and see what it was.

There were two red eyes peeking out from the newly forming mist.

"AAAIIIEEEEE!" Zara screamed, stumbling backwards and landing on her butt. She flared pewter to keep herself from getting hurt.

"Shh!" whispered the eyes.

"Who are you?" asked Zara, backing away.

"It's okay, don't be afraid."

Zara burned bronze now. Was this person a misting, mistborn, or not one at all?

He was a pewterarm. A thug. He couldn't be mistborn, because he was only burning pewter. If he was mistborn he would burn copper to keep himself hidden from them.

The man stepped out from behind a crate, and stepped forward towards Zara. He was tallish, but not too tall because he slouched. He had messy dark hair, and large, blood red eyes. Zara stepped further back again.

"Don't be afraid of me," the man insisted. "Am I that scary looking?"

'Yes, yes you are.' Zara thought. She burned iron now, trying to create a quick escape route if needed. Blue allomantic lines appeared all around her, with one end touching Zara and another touching a piece of metal elsewhere. These lines only Zara could see.

"Please don't be afraid," the man insisted again. But Zara was afraid. Terrified. What if this man was with them? If they sent him then things would go downhill very quickly.

Zara pulled.

She pulled from a metal church spire far above her, causing Zara to fly into the air quickly. She didn't care how many people saw this, she was getting away from the man.

"Wait!" he shouted at her. But it was too late. Zara was already in the air, gripping the spire in her hands tightly. She would have to stay somewhere else for the night.

So? Did you like? Review and favorite please!

I love you all if you do!

(JK I love you anyways, you amazing people!)