Hello my lovely readers! Uh...well, erm...if you exist. I didn't write this story to be viewed by less than 100 people, so I will update it so that it's always on top. Always. *maniacal laughter* Anyway, here's chapter 3 to this!

P.S.: Gabriel isn't a self-insert, by the way. He's just an OC. He's not hot-headed enough to be a self-insert. Plus, I don't make self-inserts. That just feels a little conceited to me. Now read it!

I know that I've always had pretty much everything a guy could want.

Loving family, good friends, popular, intelligent...

I know how lucky I am to have the life that I have.

But I just don't feel right, like something's missing.

Perhaps it's the feeling that I, myself, am present in my own life.

Kinda weird, huh...

But there's always been a disconnect for me, like I'm watching it all on TV...

Could that be why I was whisked away to this strange world?

There's no other way that I know how to explain it...

Tohei was a swankier hotel than I'd thought. I'd thought that it'd be some shit-ass motel 6, but it's actually one of the best hotels in the region, with swanky room service, nice, big, clean rooms, and even scented fucking showers. No wonder Light looked shocked. How in the world would some 16 year old dude in a t-shirt, jeans, and a broken backpack be able to afford this place under normal circumstances? Of couse, the circumstances in which I got there in the first place weren't exactly normal, but it's still unlikely. I opened my backpack and dumped my shit out onto the floor. There were five more of the comics, except when they dropped to the floor, they actually fluttered (like what books are supposed to do when they get dumped from a height of about 4 feet) and didn't just drop like rocks like the unopenable ones did. Still unopenable. Spontaneously appearing books. Not the weirdest thing in the world. Happened to me all the time at school. I thought, chuckling at the memory of the many times that random comics "appeared" in my locker. Fun times. I picked up one of the openable books and flipped through it to find that they had some weird ass dudes in them. A dude with white hair and pajamas who's 17 and still plays with robots? Weird! And what's more, they, if I was placing myself in the right time, were from at least 5 years in the future!

"This is fucking bullshit!" I shouted, throwing one of the books across the room, where it hit the flat screen TV and landed on the floor, splayed out with the down, revealing someone who looked like the dude on the First of the Unopenable Comic Books being shot and dying of a heart attack before the book flipped shut. "What use is this bullcrap information when it hasn't even happened yet?! And who is this 'L' dude?!" I muttered, kicking one of the chairs and recoiling in pain, hopping on one foot and massaging the other one. "Fuck!"

And thus I remained, poring over the blurbs of the Unopenable Comic Books, hoping to find a way to do whatever I'm here for and get the fuck back into my own universe.

Because you know...you don't just have random comics appear in your bag that no one's touched after falling down the stairs for no reason.

And I learned jack shit about why I'm here or what the fucking fuck is going on, besides the fact that Light Yagami, the dude I met earlier, is a serial killer who kills criminals for the 'good' of the world, and this L dude is a detective dude trying to stop him. Bullshit. You can't get the world to become a better place by killing people because you'll become the only bad person, fuckboy! I flicked on the TV, hoping to figure out how to speak Japanese somehow from watching TV when I saw some broadcast by a dude called Lind L. Taylor.

"Hey...that's not a name!" I exclaimed. "Yo! What kind of fuckboy parents did this dude have?! For real!" I said, putting my up in that way you do when you're like "what the heck."

"My name is Lind L. Taylor." The dude started, introducing himself. "Also known as the detective L." I had a bemused expression at this stupidity. Da faq?! Dude! This dude can kill you with a name and face, moron! If you're going after the dude, don't say your name!

The moron detective droned on for several seconds before dying, live on motherfucking TV for all the world to see, of what I think is a heart attack, but I don't know jack shit about what it looks like when people die, so don't quote me, okay?

I grabbed the TV in exasperation at this moron's stupidity as he was dragged off the stand by security guards. "WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU, MORON?! THIS DUDE USES A NAME AND A FACE TO KILL PEOPLE AND NOW YOU'RE DEAD BECAUSE YOU WERE TOO FUCKING DUMB!" I shouted, attempting to shake the TV for some reason. I was literally shaking with rage. Fucking moron! You don't just do that! Who the fuck is this guy?! My 'raging at stupid idiots' session was interrupted by the screen turning white with a black "L" on it. Ah! I thought amusedly. It's the real stupid-head!

He does a speech...like a politician, except more expressive and taunting. He first did a thing about how he was all shocked, then he did a bunch of "Kill me! Kill mes!" before rubbing his life in Kira's face and sounding arrogant and saying that Kira's gonna be executed. He pointed out that Kira is in Japan, and then the screen went back to the regularly scheduled programming, leaving everyone in Tokyo in shock.

Gonna stop there, because I want to. I've slowed it down a bit so that it doesn't seem all rushed...so yeah!

Edit: Added a sentence that I forgot.