She shouldn't have been surprised, and she wasn't really.

After all, something name 'Death Note' had to have some death with it, right?

She had been slightly disappointed when she had searched it up and turned out it wasn't actually called death noodle.

Though the thing sorta creeped her out.

Who would take the time to write dead people's names in a book? One guy had apparently even been a sex offender.

She had utterly failed when it came to finding out what the first page read, just that it was rules not a list.

What kind of rules could a death note have? Besides writing about deceased pedophiles? She was starting to reconsider her idea about asking Light to translate it for her. She would definitely be pegged as either weirdo or a psycho.

But did she really care?

No, but she did care about who owned the book. She was sure she didn't want anything to do with them.

She sighed tiredly. She could worry about the mysterious death book in the morning. Or, later, seeing as it was 2am. She needed to get some sleep or she would be absolutely exhausted during school, then she would have to go to work tired.

With that thought, she stumbled to her room and passed out as soon as her head hit the pillow.

During school, Kaho found herself blinking tiredly while spinning her pencil. She had only managed to get a few hours of sleep before her alarm began blaring. Only shutting up once she threw it against the wall.

She gave a small yawn, looking out the window as Mr. Taha something droned on. She was a little too tired to care.

Not like she ever paid attention in class anyway.

She watched a butterfly go by, watched the trees sway in the wind. She wished she could just jump out the window and fly away.

Her tired mind barely registered as she held the window seal, almost as if she could just hurl herself out the closed the window.

Her unintentional suicidal thoughts were put on hold when she saw something strange. Something was falling.

A small, black recognizable book was falling to the ground, coming from seemingly thin air. She blinked, mouth opening. For a second she had thought it was her book, but that wasn't possible. There was another emo diary?

She looked around the room to see if anyone else was seeing what she was, it seemed like no one had noticed-

Two rows in front of her, a confused Light Yagami looked at the falling notebook with furrowed brows.

Kaho looked at him, the book, him, the book.

Was it his? If it was, then it would be way easier to ask him about the english rules. But he looked confused. Just as confused as she had been and still kinda was about the book.

With a small sigh, she watched the book hit the ground.

Maybe she should check it out after class.

She watched Light leave the classroom, probably to go look at the death note. it was either hers somehow or there was another one.

She didn't really know the probability of either.

Standing up to go after him, she could now probably ask about the rules. Well, assuming that all books were the same.

Making it out of the school, she watched him walk up to the book. He crouched down and picked up. It looked like he flipped it open, read a bit then scoffed. Setting the book back down he began to walk away.

Only after a few steps to turn on his heel and pick the book back up again, slipping it into his bag and walking away.

This only further confused her.

At work that night she found herself slightly restless.

Was the book actually Lights? And if it was why did he act so strangely around it? And if it wasn't, where did it come from? Books don't just magically pop up into thin air.

She tapped her fingers on the counter, watching with distaste as a familiar group of bikers rode up to the store. They were nothing but a nuisance to her.

Rolling her eyes, she began to flip boredly through a magazine.

Maybe she would be able to ask Light about the book now? Unless it was just a crazy coincident and the book he has wasn't a death note. Just a random black book that happened to fall out of the sky.

He would probably look at her like she was insane. Maybe she should ask someone else about it? There was another student she forgot the name of that was also very good in english. Hiro.. Hiash.. Hichako? She'd probably have to search him up in the school records. It's not really polite to ask someone something if you don't even know their name.

The bell chimed on the door, signalling a customer had entered. Assuming it was one of the biker guys coming in to buy a pack of cigarettes, she looked up boredly only to blink in shock as Light Yagami walked to the magazine isle.

Speak of the devil. Huh.

She watched his tense back flip open a magazine. What was getting on his nerves? Another fruit cup? She was about to voice her teasings when a shout had her looking outside of the shop.

The gang of bikers were laughing and jeering at a woman who was trying to get into the store. She thought about leaving it alone. What did it matter to her anyway.

But when on of them grabbed her arm and the other started unbuckling his pants..

She stood up from the stool, quickly walking to the door and barging outside.

"Let her go and get out of here!" she yelled, taking in the way they scowled at her while the woman looked slightly relieved.

"Hhaah? What are you going to do about it?" the guy asked and she stilled. What was she going to do? There wasn't really anything she could do. But maybe if she distracted them enough for the girl to get away or the cops to show up..?

"I won't have to do anything when the cops show up. They should be on their way now." she threatened knowing she hadn't actually called the cops. She was internally cursing at herself from not doing so before she came outside all gung ho.

Oh well.

"You threatening me girly?" the guy with the unbuckled belt questioned, furious. She stared at him, missing the crunching of footsteps from behind her.

He suddenly snickered, confusing her.

"What can you do?" he asked and before she could retort, something hard slammed into the back of her head. She crumpled to the floor, grunting out as her vision blackened.

The faintly heard the woman yell out, there was a struggle and the running of heels. Had she gotten away.

"Hey, where do you think you're going!?" someone yelled and a motorcycle engine reved up. There were a few tense moments until a loud, crashing sound. A woman screamed.

She hazily razed her head to the destruction in front of her. Then looked back.

For a split second she met Yagami's eyes. They were disbelieving and.. Scared?

She blacked out.

At first she didn't understand what was going on. Where she was, who she was.

Then after a slow moment of taking in her surroundings, she finally pieced together the puzzle.

She was in a hospital. Considering the white walls, the bed and gown she was dressed in.

Reaching up to touch the back of her head, she winced. There was a bandage wrapped around her skull but she didn't feel any stitches so that was a good sign.

The room was dark so she could only assume that it was night.

She sighed. Just had to be a hero didn't you?

She couldn't deny the small thrill the whole thing gave her.

Who knew life and death could be so exciting?

She didn't know how long it had been until she woke up again.

It was still dark outside and the tapping on the window informed her that it was now raining.

What an eventful day, she thought.

First the possibility of another book like her own. And then getting bashed over the head with something by some biker punks.

Guess she can't exactly be upset about it. She did ask for something to happen. Anything.

Maybe she should have been more clear in her wording.

She turned her head. Watching the raindrops trail down the window.

Now there was the big question of what now. Maybe she could use this whole incident to finally ask Light about the Death note? But she should do it in privet. Something tells her Yagami wouldn't appreciate her talking about an emo diary in front of everyone.

And then there was his reaction. Would he help her translate? Or would he ignore her? The last one is a strong possibility. He could probably just call her crazy and walk off-

"You are not Misa."

Her heart felt like it leaped out of her chest. Slowly turning her head, she got a good view of her 'visitor'.

She screamed.

Hmm, who's her special visitor, I wonder..

Hey, sorry about taking like 7 years to update, I sometimes struggle with motivation to write and i'll end up writing something and then deleting it because I didn't like it anymore.. It's a bad cycle.

But anyway, thanks again to all of your support, it means alot!

s, thanks for your comments!