"Please, don't kill me…" the woman sobbed. "Why are you doing this?!"

I didn't respond. That trash didn't deserve shit.

"Please, I'll give you whatever you want!" she screamed as she cowered against my gaze."...You humans disgust me," I spat.

She blinked in confusion, but stayed silent. Good. Her crying started to annoy me.

"You think that bargaining will get you out of every fuckin' situation. 'Oh, a fucktard wants to kill me? Might as well become a whore, then!'" I mocked. "This world is complete and utter garbage. And it is humans like you that I am cleaning this world of."

I raised my hand to my belt and pulled out my gun. The woman's eyes widened, frozen with fear. I raised my gun to her forehead, smirking.

"Night night, bitch."

I shot her before she could utter a word, the gunshot echoing through the blackness and loneliness of the night. I stared at her brains that painted the alley wall I had pushed her against, her eyes frozen with that hideous shock and fear that I had grown accustom with. I sighed as put my gun back into his holder. I had never been a fan of torturing my victims; it just used up much-needed time. There have been killers in the past that have been fond of gutting or ripping apart their victims. I was not one of them, as I had never had enough time to do so. Or maybe I was not fucked up in the head enough to take pleasure in doing so. Probably both.

I lifted the hood of my jacket over my head to cover my face, causing my long, black hair to become a mess in my hood. I sighed, knowing I would have to deal with it later. Being a female serial killer had its disadvantages. I walked down the empty sidewalk, feeling comfort take over me. I had always enjoyed silent nights. They were quiet and comforting, not to mention that it would be easier to kill someone with arousing suspicion. I chuckled lowly.

I walked further into the night, wondering who my next victim would be.

I sighed and kicked a lone can on the sidewalk. There isn't anyone out here... fuckin'...

I looked up and saw something that peaked my interest. A house that was completely dark except for one room. I smirked. This one won't be hard...

I walked under the balcony of the house, and using all of my strength I threw myself toward the balcony, using the bars to hold myself. Too easy. I used the bars to hoist myself up onto the balcony. I peeked through the window, which the dumbass left open, and saw a guy with ruffled light brown hair sitting in a desk chair faced away from me. This might be easier than I thought...

As quietly as I could, I sneaked into the room and tiptoed toward the guy in the chair. When I was close enough, I lifted my gun out of its holder, and cocked it.

The sound was loud enough to catch his attention, which I expected would happen. His chair swiveled around quickly, and I pointed my gun to his head before he could move a muscle.

"Make one move and I won't be afraid to blow your brains out," I stated with no emotion whatsoever.

He stared at me, his brown eyes filled with shock and the tiniest bit of fear. Shame... I was hoping he would be different.

I took a glance at his desk and saw something that made my blood run cold.

Death Note, the notebook read.

I slowly lowered my gun, staring at the little black book. I could feel the boy still staring at me.

"...You have a Death Note...?" I asked in a low voice.

He gave me a look of shock. "How do you―?"

I looked back at him. "I've done intense research on Death Notes in the past," I stated in a serious tone. "I had a friend once who had one. His shinigami never deleted my memories, though." I left out a low laugh.

The boy blinked.

I put a hand to my hip and laughed again. "What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?"

"I... don't get it. Why didn't you kill me just now?" he asked.

I shrugged. "Eh. Guess I changed my mind after seeing your Death Note."

I put my gun back into its holder. I took another glance at his Death Note before picking it up and flipping through it.

"Hey!" the boy shouted, exasperated.

I smirked at all the names he had written down. "Damn... I wouldn't expect you to have written this many names. You seem like a guy that wouldn't hurt a fuckin' fly."

He glared at me.

I immediately took notice of all the criminals he had written down. Being a criminal myself, I had met―and killed―many criminals in the past.

"Care to explain why you write down so many criminals?" I asked.

He sighed in defeat. "This world is broken and evil. I am only fixing what his been destroyed, for I am the only hope this world has left. I... am justice."

I smiled. "It seems you and I have the same goal, then. Interesting."

He looked at me in confusion, but I continued before he could say anything.

"I think this world is complete and utter trash. Humans are what made it this way. This world used to be beautiful, and now... just fuckin' look at it. I kill every person I come across, male or female, child or adult, I don't care. I'm saving this world from these disgusting humans."

The boy stayed silent for a moment, his bangs covering his eyes. He smirked. "Interesting."

I didn't say anything.

He got out of his chair and approached me. It was then I noticed how tall he was. He had to be at least two inches taller than me. Damn.

"I say we make an alliance," he said.

I raised an eyebrow. "Oh? And what would that be?"

"We both claim ownership to the Death Note. We work together to clean this world."

I thought about it for a moment. It didn't seem like a bad idea. That way, I can kill quicker and easier, and if we get caught, I won't go down alone, or I can just put it all on him.

"Alright. You got a deal," I said.

He smiled.

"So you're the legendary Kira, huh?"

"Apparently so."

I let out a 'hmm'.

"Well, if we're gonna be working together, you know I'm gonna have to know you're name, right?" I asked.

"It's Light. Light Yagami," he stated.

"You can just call me Ayano," I said with a smirk.

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I've been into Death Note a lot lately, so here's this shit for you fuckers.

Sorry if Light's a bit OOC, but I'm tired and shit.

Baii bitches.