Chapter 3: Secrets.

I was sitting on my bed, looking out the window. There was a shinigami with a skeletal-like look to it, floating in the middle of the room. He had unruly navy hair that faded to black and large azure lips. This is the shinigami who owns the Death Note I have in my possession.

I looked over at Howl, "What do I do?"

"Whatever you do is your own decision," he said monotonously.

I sighed and looked down at the ground, "I can't remember anything, though. So much is happening around me, I can feel it, but... I have no idea what it is. Ever since yesterday, I've been absolutely oblivious to everything, and I don't know what to do."

He looked at me with his lifeless grey eyes, "I'm afraid I can't help you regain your memories. That is something you must do on your own, however, I can tell you this... Not everyone is who they seem to be. Remember that, child."

I stood up with my fists clenched and looked directly into his eyes, "Who am I supposed to believe!? The only thing I've gotten back memory of is my Death Note. That's it. I can't remember anything else. I don't even know what kind of a person I am."

The corners of the shinigami's mouth curled up, "You, child, are a magnificent person. It'll take some time for your memories to return, but when they do, just know that everything you have done up until now was for the best."

What's that supposed to mean? What exactly have I done?

I tilted my head as I furrowed my brows, "What do you mean?"

"Your intentions meant well, child, although your actions seemed quite... extreme," he said, remaining completely expressionless.

Before I could ask anything else, he disappeared.

I sighed heavily, "Great, now what am I going to do?" I looked around the room, but found nothing that would give me any leads about any of the things I had done. That's when I remembered...

The Death Note! How could I forget?

I quickly walked back over to my bed and sat down. I grabbed the Death Note from the nightstand and opened it up. Sixteen entire pages were full with different people's names on them. At the very bottom of the sixteenth page, 'Lind L. Tailor' was written. My eyes widened, "I couldn't have written that! I was watching the broadcast when he died..."

If that's the case, then is this how the Kira killings are happening? Does this mean that I'm Kira? No... I'm not the only one with a Death Note... Light, he has one too.

Just then, at the very top of the seventeenth page, another name appeared. I narrowed my eyes at the name, "So, it is him who's writing these names... But why are they appearing in my Death Note?" I sighed once more as I laid the notebook back down on the table. I stood up from my bed and walked over to the mirror. It was then when I noticed that my nose was bleeding, "What the hell?" I walked into the bathroom and wiped off the blood with a tissue.

Howl suddenly appeared behind me, "That happens whenever a name is written in any Death Note in the human realm."

I furrowed my brows, "Does this happen to everyone who owns a Death Note?"

"No, child. It only happens to you," he answered.

"Why only me," I asked, turning around.

He shrugged, "That's for you to find out."

I sighed, "You're not going to help me with anything, are you?"

He shook his head, "It's up to you to figure these things out."

I walked back into my bedroom, "So, the names in my Death Note, did I write those?"

"You have not written a single name down in your Death Note," he answered in monotone.

"Did Light write them then," I asked.

He shrugged again, "Why don't you ask him?"

"Good idea," I said as I sat down on the bed and pulled out the phone from my pocket. I went through the contacts and the only number on it was Light's, so I called him. Not even a moment later, he answered.

"Hello," he said, sounding irritated.

"Hey," I said quietly.

"Oh, Nanako," he said, losing his irritated tone, "Is something wrong?"

"Uh, no, I just wanted to talk to you," I said, sounding somewhat shy.

"What is it that you want to talk about," he asked.

I laid down on the bed and looked up at the ceiling, "I think I may have remembered something."

There was a small pause before he said, "That's good. What did you remember?"

Weird...

"I think it was around the time we just met... We were sitting in my room and I was showing you my notebook. We both had the same one... It was a Death Note, do you know what I'm talking about," I asked.

Once again, there was a pause, "Yeah, I remember. That was a little over a year ago. Did you remember anything else?"

I closed my eyes, "No, that was the only thing that I remembered."

"Is that so," he asked, sounding somewhat distant, "Well, if you remember anything else, let me know."

"Alright," I said, "I'm gonna go now though, so I'll talk to you later."

"Okay, bye," he said quietly.

I hung up the phone and dropped it beside me on the bed. I rolled over and wrapped my arms around one of my pillows. "He's hiding something," I mumbled to myself, "I can tell."