Okay, so I have been in the process of writing a Death Note Fanfic that is the whole, create a character and insert. It's a romance, in case you're wondering, between L and my character, Naomi (her alias). I know that many people have a thing about Mary Sues and stuff like that, but I swear that the "I" is not any reference to me. Anyways, I wanted to see if anyone would be interested in it.

Summary:

After the death of her best friend, "Naomi", an FBI agent is transferred to Japan to work on the Kira case. This is after the deaths of all of the agents formerly sent there. Her friend was an FBI agent and was not killed by Kira.

The whole "death of her friend" thing is in the process of being tied in.

The following if the "rough draft" of how I am beginning it all.

If you could comment, it would be much appreciated because I have about seventeen other pages already written! ^-^

Thanks,

LostRevs / Cole

It was another one of those days. The kind of day when nothing, and I mean nothing, seems to go right. Even to this point my mind is full of what if's. What if I had gotten there sooner? What if I had done more? What if it had been me? All those questions mean nothing. They mean nothing because there can be no way to take back what had happened. There's no way to erase the past. There's no possible way that I can remove the pain. All I can do is sit here and think over what went wrong. I constantly play the scenario over and over in my head until it consumes me. Nothing has even been certain before in my life. Now the one thing that is certain is the one thing I wish never happened. He's never coming back, and I can't change that. All because of one mistake, his life was taken from him.

*****

Everything reminded me of him. Everywhere I went I could see his face. It haunted me in my dreams and while I was awake. I would still talk to him sometimes. It's not like I expected an answer or anything, but I felt comforted in pretending that he would say some sarcastic comment back to me. If only I could hear his voice, see his smile, hear his laugh. Just one more time. It would have all been worth it if I could, but I could never again. Not since that day two years ago.

You're probably wondering who, or why for that matter, I keep babbling on about, right? Well, here's the shortened version of the story.

Two years ago, I had been working a case with my best friend. His name is– was– Carter Brooks. It was a case that called for our "special" skills. You see, the thing is that we were geniuses. To be a part of the FBI at only nineteen proved it. We had always thought that it would give us some sort of adventure in our lives. We had gone through everything together, so working the case wouldn't have been any different.

It was a kidnapping. A little girl had been missing for three days. The president's daughter, to be exact. I never thought that a case like that would be as easy to solve as it was. I had my suspicions about the circumstances the whole time, but I always ignored them. It turns out that I shouldn't have. When we went to the warehouse to rescue her and to take the kidnappers into custody, they were ready for us. We had backup, of course, but Carter had told them to wait outside.

They won't even know we're there 'til it's too late if there's only two of us.

Why didn't I disagree? I could have saved him. Especially when he suggested that we split up to search for the room where they were held up. He went one way and I went the other. Five minutes into the search, I decided to catch up with him. That's when I heard the shots go off. Above all else that night, I remember his scream. I bolted to where the noise had come from only to find that two of the five kidnappers were down, but so was Carter. I wanted to run to him, I wanted to help him, but we had already discussed the importance of the case. Above all else, we must rescue the president's daughter.

That day, I saved a little girl, got a promotion, and lost my best friend forever. After that day, I knew things would never be the same. I became obsessed with catching killers and hardly talked to anyone. My life was filed with case after case to try and remove the pain from my heart. That is what lead up to the newest, and most dangerous one I've ever taken on. My life was at great risk, for the killer could kill using only a name and a face. I was to be flown out to Japan to become a part of the Kira case.

*****

It was eight a.m when I got the call from my boss. It was a call that would change my life forever.

"You're going to Japan," Agent Raymore said. "The head of the Kira investigation has requested more help from our agents, but considering that all twelve died the last time we sent aid, he only asked for one. He asked for the most skilled agent we've got. That's you. You have two hours to get ready and then you'll be off to their head quarters. The tickets will be waiting for you at the front desk in your apartment building's lobby."

With that, he hung up. That was sudden. Hmm... the Kira case. This should be interesting.

I packed as many clothes as I could, seeing as though I wasn't told, I had no clue how long I would be needed in Japan. And so let the journey begin...

Again, thanks to anyone who'll review!!! :)

And I apologize for any spelling or grammar issues you may have come across...