Okay guys, I know I haven't updated ANYTHING in forever, but i'm really really sorry and hope you can forgive me enough to help me with the problem I'll tell you about in the end author's note.
It was all a Mistake
Chapter 2
I sighed and decided that I would people watch, see what I could see. After all, it had been one of my goals to travel around to see how cultures differed from country to country. This was a perfect opportunity, considering the fact that I was marooned in Japan with no way to get back to America.
The little sweet shop had a few tables and a fair-sized television. I sat down at an empty one in a corner where I could see the rest of the room, including the TV.
There wasn't really anything of note, apparently not a lot people came through this place in the evenings. A lady came by and asked me something in Japanese, but I shrugged and shook my head. She must've gotten the hint that I couldn't understand her, and moved away.
A few moments later my complete attention was wrested away from watching the people walking by the store window by the television suddenly spouting out familiar words in English.
"I am Lind L. Taylor, more commonly known as 'L'- the sole person able to mobilize police in every country worldwide."
Lind L. Taylor? Well that's a nice na- wait WHAT?! I thought rapidly, my entire mind going on overdrive, Hold up, if that guy's name is Lind L. Taylor… Oh shit this is SO not possible. Nope. Some producer guy must have been super obsessed with Death Note and decided to do this. Oh hell he even found somebody who looks EXACTLY like the Taylor in the manga! Holy fucking shit!
"Criminals have been the targets of a killing spree, which has turned into the biggest mass murder case in history. This monstrous crime must be stopped at all costs"
There's no way that producer can copy this stuff word for word right? Not without asking the authors/artists?
The broadcast had reached the part where Taylor was supposed to die and at this point all I could do was gawk at the television in shock, hoping that this was fake, that the letter I got was just a prank by one of my friends trying to give me a late birthday gift anonymously. After all, my birthday was just a week or so before school ended, and the last day had been when I got the package.
Unfortunately, the man in the broadcast clutched at his chest like he couldn't breathe, and collapsed. Now there was no way I could convince myself this wasn't real. You can't fake that amount of pain and panic, no matter how good of an actor you are. I had to face the truth.
I was in Death Note. I was going to die, it wasn't going to be heroic, and I wasn't going to go down fighting.
Now I had a choice to make; literally dance with death and get my analytical ass into the case, or keep my head down and try to survive as long as I could.
There's no way in hell I'm going to let my third least favorite character ever think he's getting away with this bullshit. I'd rather make-out with Aizen! Shuddering at the thought, I decided that the first option was much better suited to my moral compass.
Once that was settled, I had to make up a believable alias and figure out a way to get into the case. There was no way I was going to trust whoever wrote that letter to tell the truth about the L necklace being able to protect me from death notes. I wasn't that stupid.
That was when I remembered the second name I always chose in my Spanish class when it was required; Carmen. I had basically trained myself to react near-instantaneously to it. It would work, and I only needed to change either my first or last name to negate the death note's power. Carmen K. Anderson it was, then.
The news broadcast had long since ended by the time I'd removed myself from my musings enough to take better note of my surroundings other than the table I was glaring and scowling at. Which obviously meant I'd missed the real L's whole 'Kill me if you can, bitch!' rant, and that kind of upset me, but I would live.
It was dark out, and I figured the little shop would close soon. I stood, grabbed the satchel I carried in with me, and bowed to the lady behind the counter whilst murmuring a 'thank you' in Japanese (One of the many perks of having been a huge fan of anime and watching episodes in the subbed version when possible) and left the shop.
Maybe I can find a park with a tree I can climb? …No, this is Japan. The only places I'm going to find good-sized parks with good-sized trees are the countrysides and suburbs. And alleys are DEFINITELY out of the question. Where the hell am I going to sleep?
So I thought about how Violet- now Carmen- is going to find a place to sleep, but I came up with nothing. So I'm leaving it to you to decide. Please leave a review stating your idea and the idea with the most of similar ideas will be the one I use. I'll leave you guys to it, LOVE YOU ALL! (Homo intended)