It's me typing the first chapter of this in Canada next to Niagara Falls on le summer vacation! :D

Disclaimer: I don't own death note, If I did I would force them to do my homework! KYAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Profile (Pictures of all three main OCs can be found on my deviantart page, link here is in profile)

Mizuki Kurozuki: Name means "Black Moon"

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: Dark purple

Likes: L, Death Note, Music, Sugary or Spicy food, her daggers

Dislikes: Light (character), Takada, Light (sunlight), bright colors, arrogant people

Description: Looks like the picture on the side but her eyes are a dark purple. Wears black gloves when doing missions, Dark grey jeans and and black shoes, always has a short, tight necklace with the image of a crescent moon in the center, and three 'bracelets'on her upper arm. Her favorite colors are Black, Dark Blue, Icy light blue, and Dark Purple.

Personality: Provides for her mother and little sister by doing silent robberies to classic joints then pawning the items, sometimes working with the Mafia for high scale jobs. Doesn't murder unless the person is attacking her, can't be disabled, and wont be missed. Spends time on her apartment rooftop listening to music or reading manga, loves the night and singing.

"Speaking"

"Thinking"

Mizuki's P.O.V.

"Come on Yuki we need to go right now or Amaya will get mad" I shook my sister's shoulder as she was curled up on her bed in a fetal position reading manga. Her unblinking red eyes glossed through the familiar pages quickly.

"You've been reading that book for about two hours now and haven't blinked once!" She continued reading but spoke in her near monotone voice in response.

"I learned from the best" Yuki closed the book and set it in the backpack along with the other anime items. Yup we have a clothes suitcase, a food suitcase, and an anime suitcase. Thats my life.

Yuki grabbed her black rosary necklace and got out of bed, I straightened her long silver hair and got it untangled from the necklace. What can I say? Yuki was only three years younger then me but I still imagined her as a ten year old. She was about the size of our favorite albino detective but after the hair and the size the similarities stop. She was always cast out because the only thing she did was read and help me on my missions. In fact if you compared the two I think that people would find Yuki more of a freak then L or Near. One reason and one reason only, she was psychic.

I know what you're thinking. Psychic? How the hell does that work? And I would reply 'Well my nosy little friend, that's none of you're damn business' and walk away with a British accent. She could hear people's thoughts by focusing on her talent and hear someone's thoughts. To an extent she sometimes can see people's memories so when she talked to people before they said anything they usually ran away of went to tell the teacher she was a demon. My childhood wasn't all sunshine and rainbows either so I can feel that Yuki wanted a friend. Me and our mother were the only people there for her but she never needed us. ever. It made me respect her enough to treat her to protect herself. She now hacks computers, locates targets, and is a master strategist. I love her more then myself and will sacrifice myself to keep her safe and 'happy'

Now that our bags were ready we walked out of our room and into the kitchen. We lived on the top floor of a cheap apartment building, and if I could choose between an actual house with multiple rooms or this? I would keep this grey brick building with the awesome roof in a heartbeat. My mother is a tall woman with plain black hair straight down her back, she is very frail but strong in her own way. I got my insane stubborn and teenage rebellious-ness from her. If i think something is right then you're wrong. Plain and simple.

"Are you ready to go?" She grabbed her purse and keys in preparation to leave our small apartment.

I took Yuki's hand and gave a big 'fake' smile "Yup, so where are we going to meet Amaya?"

Why is it fake? I don't smile unless I am scary happy. I usually just give a cocky smirk.

"At the airport, I'm so glad that my boss gave me such a big Christmas bonus so we can go on this trip" She walked out the door to the pavement streets with her gorgeous white dress flowing in the frosted December winds.

I looked over at Yuki and she gave me a wide grin. Our mom thought that when did my jobs with the mafia and stray burglar jobs I was going to the library to keep up my grades. If she ever found out I was a criminal thief with a reward of 50k on my head she would be devastated. So I've just made her think i'm a Wammy level Einstein who never has a bad day.I never really needed to study in anything, except... Math. My worst enemy, even at my final year of high school I still need to bride Yuki with anime character plushies to hack into grade book and change it to a B. Yuki is a genius because all she has to do was read the teacher's mind or scan a textbook and would get an A+.

We ran down the worn stairs of the building and out into the crisp air. A light grey, clouded sky blocked any blue from prying eyes, it turned the bright ball of burning light into a soft glow in the top of the world signaling it was around noon. Perfect weather for the occasion of the trip Yuki, Amaya, and I were taking. As my shoes padded along the slate I saw a blurred figure running out of a pale yellow building with various desserts in a display window. It whirled around to us and ran tword me and my sister. You may be thinking 'Shit we otta fight this thing off! Charge!'

Yeah...WRONG!

The pale light of the sky shined on the figure just as it jumped up and gave me and my sister one big death glomp.

Yuki giggled at our attacker and gave her famous hugs that was a mix between a death glomp and a move to tackle Bears. I did a back-flip off of the concrete to see my beloved sister emptying the air out of the guilty glomper's lungs. Another move I thought her, she learned from the best!

Me!

I provided one of my cocky smirks before addressing the glomper. But I knew this girl as my only true friend, I think of her as the final piece of the puzzle that completed Yuki and I's life.

"I really glad you're here guys! I gotta show you something before we get going" She got up dusting off her hoodie that covered her down to the middle of the short pants that only went down to her upper legs.

"Amaya! Slow Down!" I called to the girl who as dragging me and Yuki in the air to her room.

She grabbed our hands and sped off to her house that just so happened to be above her family's bakery. I passed by mouthwatering cakes, eclairs, and muffins on the way up but sadly I was only able to swipe three chocolate chip cookies before running up the spiral staircase following Amaya.

'This better be worth a dislocated arm...'

The door slammed shut and before I knew what was going on Amaya was holding something in her arms for me to see. Needless to say...I nearly died. The object was about as big as my head and about that wide too. It had a reinforced binding with glossy art on the front page. I gasped as my heart did a few jumping jacks.

It was the collectors edition Manga box of Death Note.

"Amaya...WHERE DID YOU GET THIS!?" I yelled in my best friend's face.

She just smiled wider and gazed at me with a mischievous look in her beautiful blue eyes.

"A particular customer came to the shop yesterday with deep pockets and and big wallet, and It happened to fall into my hand" She twiddled her thumbs as a creepy grin appeared on her face.

"I have never loved you more!" Yuki called as she jumped onto Amaya's back in a hug.

We heard a shout from downstairs making us whip around to gather out items. "Girls! The plane is taking off in an hour you gotta go!" shouted Amaya's older brother Tyler.

I got my bag and left the room with my friend and sister not far behind. However I was the one holding the Manga box. It wasn't a manga to her...it was a glass box of ultimate power that if broken, would destroy the world. After opening the single door with an attachable bell to signify incoming customers I went into the dirty smelling taxi. It had an aroma of old cheese but to me I diddnt care. All that mattered was arriving to where we were going. Aster Island.

Aster Island was somewhat a paradise of winter. It was cold but the lakes were clear and cool. there was room for only one residence and because of a particularly bloody and messy mafia job, I got enough money to get it for the month. Yuki sat next to me, gawking at the manga. Amaya followed and just like Yuki, targeted her eyes on the box. I delicately pulled out the first manga in the series and flipped open the first page.

The three of us loved anime and manga but for me Death Note was an all time favorite.

Reason?

L.

He was my favorite character in the whole of fictional (and sometimes real) universe. I watched him in the sub and loved him but when I saw him in english dub he was just... that voice was so deep and monotone. It fit him perfectly and after the first episode he was revealed I actually blushed. Yeah, me. Ive always found love annying and a waste of time for someone my age but I think that I was the only one on the planet earth who thought that. When I watched L I really forgot about what a horrible person I am and I just lost myself in the show.

Then episode 25.

Oh.

My.

God.

I remember it perfectly, I was watching the show with Yuki or the first time and when L fell off the chair I screamed. When his eyes closed I felt a wetness cloud into my vision. It because blurry. Now the thing is that I have killed some people before during mafia raids and never shed a tear. When L died I cried myself to sleep. Yuki just sat there in a fetal position, silent, in shock. I felt a piece of me break off after that. I lost the ability to blush or feel attracted to anyone else. That emotion was replaced with a much more satisfying substance.

Wanna guess what?

Rage.

White, hot, rage.

My choice sentences during the day I saw Light die were...

"HAHAHAHA TAKE THAT LIGHT YOU LITTLE BITCH!"

"MATSUDA! RYUK! I HAVE NEVER LOVED YOU MORE!"

"DIE IMAGAY DIE!"

*cough* and I dont regret the complaints we got from the downstairs neighbor... on the 2nd floor...and we were on the 13th floor. yeaaahh...

Ill never forgive Light for kiling L. And its not just that! I loved Mello second to him and GUESS WHAT! Because of Light and Takada (a.k.a. bitch with breasts) he was killed! UGG! I swear if I could I would make sure Light dies by my own two hands.

I will never forget my hatred.

-End of Chapter 1-