It naturally started with cake. Or more correctly, a cake shop, then a cake. The cake shop was not well known, but it had the best cake in the world. Or so my friend said.

So there I was standing in front of the door with the wind flipping my shoulder length, almost golden hair in my face and a fifty pound backpack on my back ready to go into the dingy little shop my friend wholeheartedly recommended.

I walked in and a bell tinkled cheerily above me. I looked across the room to where the cash register sat. The room was filled with refrigerated glass cases and cake. I began to browse. I didn't expect much. I expected high quality cake when I did eat it, and this didn't look too promising.

The woman at the other end of the store looked at me for a moment and came over to me with an overly friendly smile. I grimaced at her in an attempt to smile back. My day hadn't been as good as it could have. Heck, my last month of life had taken my already mediocre life and flushed it down the toilet. My only salvation had been my favorite anime, Death Note. It was the only reason I was still sane. I watched the parts I loved over and over again. I also did that with the parts I hated so I could throw popcorn at the TV and yell at the characters.

"We have more."I blinked rapidly out of my internal monologue and asked the woman, her name tag told me she was Naomi.

"I'm sorry."

"Another cake just finished cooling. It's a strawberry crème cake if you'd like some of that instead."

I gave her a sincere smile this time as I thought of trying the cake that L was fond of. I had never had the chance to make it myself ,so this may be a good opportunity to try it out.

"If you really do that would be great."I told Naomi and she nodded brightly and went into the back of the shop.

Quiet music played in the background as I waited for the door to open .When it did open I stared at the slice of cake she had brought me. It was perfect, white and pink with a red strawberry sitting elegantly on top.

She carried it over to the cash register and I followed to pay for my slice of happiness. It was two fifty, less than I expected. I snatched my cake and looked for a place to sit. The shop was empty except for me and I chose a spot in the back corner, away from the windows. I hated the feeling of too many people or even people watching me.

I looked at the cake in front of me and grinned, taking a fork and slicing the closest point of the slice and placed it gently in my mouth. Naomi was watching me from the other side of the store. I must have looked strange to her, leaning all the way back in my chair with a blissful expression on my face.

She giggled and I swallowed to ask what she was laughing about, but decided to take another bite of cake instead. By the time I had finished my morsel of joy she was almost rolling on the floor. I finally spoke up.

"What the heck is wrong with you?"She smiled at me and waved as she said,

"If you want to stay at the end, you'll have to tell your shinigami."

"Wha-" I slipped to the ground. What was wrong with me? Everything was spinning and fading into a glaring white.

When I woke up I was in an alleyway. I pulled myself up, surprised I didn't have a migraine. I slipped out of the alleyway and into a massive crowd. I nearly collapsed again. Everyone and everything was anime style. Death note anime style. I prevented myself from falling and followed the pull of the crowd into Tokyo square. As I approached the middle a nationwide broadcast was announced, in Japanese. Good thing I had taken four years of Japanese in school.

I watched as Lind L. Taylor died on live TV and it hit me. I was IN Death note, and if I got caught by either party, L or Kira, I was either locked in a cell where I could do nothing, or I was dead. I swallowed and stared at the screen as L's mechanized voice declared that the broadcast had only been showed in the Kanto region of Japan. Another voice broke me out of my daze.

"Humans are indeed interesting, but Ryuk went too far."

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