Author note: So I'm thinking of this for a while and I think I'm ready to post my first story. I don't know what you guys will think of this idea, but I hope you will like it :) Oh and by the way, sorry if there's some mistakes

I think something will be quite unclear, I'll explain at the end.

I do not own any characters of Death note. It belongs to Tsugumi Ohba.

Chapter 1. Lost book

''Dammit...'' I silently cursed under my breath while going through all my drawers and cabinets. ''Where did I...?''

When I didn't find anything I leaned under my bed, but, of course, nothing was there, because I never put anything there, especially something this valuable. I rose up and quickly looked over the room. My eyes stopped on my bag, which was sitting in the same place where I threw it just an hour ago. I snatched it and poured all of it's contents on the table. Unfortunately, only my phone, wallet, some documents from work and cosmetics fell out.

I realised that it wasn't here and grabbed my head.

''Did I lost it? Or could I have put it with the mine?'' I thought out loud with panic in my voice.

That was my only hope. I ran into the kitchen and carefully took off the painting of the wall, near my couch. There was a little hidden safe. I quickly opened it moaned, when all I saw was some important paperwork and a red book. No black one.

But where could I have lost it? I need to think back. I remember how a couple of days ago when I was on my way to work, I noticed near a tree in the shadow a black book. Even from afar I knew it was a Death note. When I came closer I also saw some grey sand all over it and realised that this note belonged to a dead shinigami. I knew it was my job to get it back to the King, even though any other shinigami would have kept it. But I need to be in favour with the King.

I carefully picked up the Death note, becoming its owner, and put it in my bag. I couldn't do anything now, because I had to got to work, and I can't just not come for no any good reason.

But it must have fallen somewhere. I have no idea where, because the path from my home to work is quite long and it could have fallen anywhere. If a human found it...

I deeply sighed. There was only one way to find out.

I closed the safe and placed the painting back. Then I pulled the curtains, even though it was almost midnight. Then I began to transform. I has always been a strange process. Like I was being born again. In real time ot only took a couple seconds, but for some reason it felt way longer.

In my true form I was taller, so everything seemed different. I summoned my wing and flew up through all the other apartments 'till I was outside. And there, not so far as I expected, I saw a dim light, only visible to me. Not knowing what will happen next, I flew there.

Author note: I went over the rules of Shinigami, and it stated, that a shinigami can't stay in the human world for no reason. If he/she does stay over two weeks, that shinigami will be sent to the Shinigami King for punishment. Well, I figured, that maybe this particular shinigami could be an exception. Maybe she was always „the good girl" and the King sympathizes with her. He saw how she liked to examine and watch the human world, so he decided to give her an ability to turn into a human and live with them. However, in 72 hours she can only be human 48 h. The left 24 she has to be a shinigami. But, of course, she doesn't have to be 48 hours straight human. She can be, let's say, 12 human, 6 shinigami, 12 human, 6 shinigami... I hope you get what I mean. And other issues I'll explain during the story ;)

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