Shinigami Yagami Raito

Summary: The moment Yagami Raito killed his first victim with the Death Note, he died. Only problem; he never noticed that.

Pairing/s: None.

Warnings: Totally different story. Raito out of character, Ryuuku different, many things different.

Disclaimer: Don't own Death Note. If I had owned Death Note, L would never have died, and neither would Raito.

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Chapter One

Boredom was something Yagami Raito had learned to deal with, no matter how much he hated it. He had to deal with it; he had too much time on his hands and too little things to fill the gaps. He was a straight A-student, 16 years old, highly respected but a bit withdrawn and son to one of the most famous detectives in Japan. He had to be perfect, because if he was perfect no one noticed him. Everyone would just praise without seeing him. If he failed, everything would fall apart and his parents would notice him once more. Raito did not want that anymore, so he kept himself busy with studying and being perfect.

His sister, Sayu, was thirteen and total opposite to him. She was rebellious and she was often the topic his family had during dinner. She invited her friends all the time, made noise and asked him for help in pretty much every subject. Not that he cared. Just as long as his parents did not see him as they saw Sayu. They saw her far too much. Plus he liked helping her, because she was a sweet kid and always made him laugh. Just as long as no one else saw him laugh for real as Sayu had the pleasure to see, of course.

You see, Yagami Raito did not like people in general. He hid from them, yes even despised them. That was one of the reasons why he studied so hard, so he could get a job where no one would want to speak to him. He would find a place where he did not need to speak to anyone, and he had to study hard to get such a job.

That was also one of the reasons why he laid notice to something lying on the grass on the schoolyard, as no one would even think of staring out the window when it was friends in the room. It was the end of the day and yet had no one left the classroom. Raito stood up finally, gathered his things and walked out of the door. The whispers grew louder after he had left, but Raito cared little for that. He had stopped caring about someone gossiping about him when he was in fifth grade.

He came out and walked out to the thing laying there. It was a notebook. He picked it up and stared at the cover.

"Death Note?" He flipped it open and continued: "How to use it. The humans whose name is written in this note shall die. What kind of joke is this?"

The clock was already a quarter to four, and his mother expected him at four… as usual, and this time to also hand over his papers full with A's. Then she will complain about Sayu, and he will nod and agree as usual. Then he will go up to his room and study. He put the black note in his bag without really thinking about it. He then headed home for another boring evening.

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"I can't believe it!"

"What is it, Ryuuku?"

The black-dressed Shinigami turned around and nearly screamed:

"My Death Note is gone!"

"So what?" one of the Shinigamis said. "Didn't you have two?"

Ryuuku swore and ran off. He had indeed two notebooks, but he had lost the Death Note he could not afford to loose! If someone had gotten their hands on it, it was bad.

Man, his bosses were going to kill him unless he fixed this!

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Yagami Sachiko, mother to Yagami Raito, was waiting by the door. It was ten seconds to four and she knew her son would step into the house in ten seconds. Right on time, he did. He stretched out his report card without questioning and she took it. She never bothered to ask how school was. She already knew the answer. She was not aware that her son had to fight the urge to scream at her at that very moment. She was not aware it had been his desire for the last two years.

"I wish Sayu would be a bit like you, Raito," she said with a sigh as she looked at the A's. "She never gets A's like you."

"I maybe will go out later," he said quietly, not acknowledging her words.

"Alright," she said. "I'll give you some money later, as long as you don't buy any alcohol."

Raito nodded and went upstairs as she went back to the kitchen to wait on Sayu and making dinner.

Raito closed the door and leaned briefly against it, closing his eyes tiredly. He then went to his desk and put down his bag. He lifted out the black note and stared at it for a while. His homework was not due until a few days later so he could afford some slack. Not that his mother or father would ever know, not to mention his teachers. He plucked a pencil and opened the note. He placed the pen onto the black page and waited.

"If the cause of death is not specified, the person will simply die of a heart attack." The teen sighed and put the TV on instead, the pen falling to the desk. A pretty well-made joke. He then heard about a man taking hostages in a nursery school, threatening to kill them. Children; he was going to kill children. Raito saw the picture and the name and wrote it Kurou, unemployed 42-year old then looked at the time. Ten over four. Forty seconds it stood in the note. Only to wait, to see if it was a joke or not.

30 seconds…

20…

10…

5, 4, 3, 2, 1…

Nothing happened. Raito sighed and was about to shut the TV off when shouts came from the people on the scene. He looked back at the TV and saw the news with his eyes growing wider. Otoharada Kurou, dead. Police claims they did not take a shot. The news-reporter listened to something, and then shouted out death was most likely by cardiac arrest. Raito looked back at the name he had written down on the blank page and then back at the TV. He felt cold all of a sudden, and for a moment he could not hear what had been the frantic beating of his heart only moments ago. He got out one word:

"How…?"

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Raito left the house later with the Death Note in his jacket. The teen needed to know if it had been real. He felt warmer than usual, a total opposite of before, and nearly wanted to shed his jacket but frowned; it was beginning of December and he felt too warm? Usually he was always freezing around this time. He shrugged it off and went into a nearby gas station. Inside the place was full, and the teen wrinkled his nose. He was not fond of crowded places, hence the reason he nearly never went out except for school. A group of three men were standing and talking loudly, the apparent leader harassing the woman by the desk. She tried to get him out, but he was persistent. Raito glanced over before going over to the books and magazines. He pulled the note out and quickly snapped up the man's name when he yet again tried to hit on the woman and get a date from her. He wrote it down, again without a cause. It would not be a coincidence if he died forty seconds later because of a heart attack. He was rather young and seemed to be in good health.

The screams forty seconds later proved it. He closed his eyes and closed the note. Death Note; that sounded like a good name for this thing.

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Ryuuku swore again. It was too late; someone had already used the note. He looked around the street he was on, determined to find that person. But they would not just go around displaying the note. He needed to focus on finding the aura of it. And he needed to find it quickly.

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Another day, another set with A's. "Congratulations, Yagami-kun, you truly are a genius." Same words every time. Raito was sick of them. Then the whispers.

"He thinks he is so smart."

"Probably because of his dad. How the hell can you always get A's anyway? It has to be his dad paying the teachers."

"He's really rude sometimes, refusing when you invite him at lunch."

The teen were used to them all, and just ignored them as he went back to his desk. Other students were called up but Raito was busy staring out the window. It was a beautiful day with little clouds. Maybe he should call his mother and say he would be late? It was a nice day to take a walk after all. It would be break of routine but maybe a good break.

The teen was a bit happy actually, and not all that bored. Killing criminals had been easier than he thought. He felt no remorse either, and wondered why. He had read that some people broke down after one kill, but he just felt happier for each one. Did it mean he was emotionless as he had read in that book? Perhaps. He also did not feel cold any longer when he was outside; he felt sometimes he was too hot and was therefore careful to not let anyone touch him. Not that it happened often anyway.

Raito was shaken from his thoughts when the bell rang. He gathered his books, put them in his bag and prepared to leave.

"Wait, Yagami."

He looked around and saw the nuisance of the class, a teen named Hirako Kato.

"What it is?" Raito said.

"How come ya always get A's? Are yer parents givin' the teachers money or what?"

Oh, he only wanted that. Raito already knew the routine. He packed the last of his books, rose up and walked to the door.

"Hey, I'm talkin' to ya!" Kato screamed. "Don't ignore me! It's true, isn't?!"

"If you have time to come up with those theories," Raito said, back turned to the teen, "then I guess you should have time to do some real homework as well. Wouldn't want you dropped out from school, right?"

The teen left. Kato came running after him. He seized Raito's clothes and banged him towards a wall. Someone screamed. Raito could care less.

"Don't make fun of me!" Kato hissed. "I'll kill ya!"

"Don't spread lies about me," Raito replied.

"Fuck ya! Ya can't do a shit! Ya too scared to dirty yer fuckin' hands, ya little teacher-pet!"

Kato got in one hit before the teachers came. Raito did not move one inch, his head still turned to the side from the blow. His eyes had not widened with shock, his facial expression was as usual. Not even the string of blood coming from his nose seemed to bother him. The teachers threatened to call Kato's parents, to report this to the police when Raito just began walking again.

"Yagami-kun?" one of the teachers called out.

"Don't bother," the teen said with a wave. "He won't stop because of that. And yes, I'm fine."

He walked down the corridor, the blood slowly seeping out from his nose. A few drips fell onto the floor, not that Raito noticed. He was set on one thing.

'I'm going to kill him.'

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Raito lied to his mother that day. He said he was over at a friend's house, not that he had any friends, and told Sachiko he was going to be late. She did not even question it since she believed her son had lots of friends. Oh well, he had a lot of imaginary friends in store if his mother or father would question where he was. And of course their perfect son would never lie to them.

He put the phone away and looked around. He had gone to a restroom when too many people had stared at him and washed the blood off. He had an extra shirt in his bag so he had changed and was now thinking of what to do with the other one. He felt the note pulsating in his bag and did not find that too terrifying anymore. He had felt terrified of the feeling before, but now he found it comforting.

The teen walked to a fruit stand and bought some apples to eat. He then walked around aimlessly, thinking of how he could kill Kato without raising suspicions. Suicide maybe? Jumping from the school roof just for fun? Yeah, that sounded like Kato. Raito was a bit terrified that he found this amusing. He played around with life and death like nothing and enjoyed it.

He never noticed, along with a dozen other people, the truck coming their way as he went over the road. He never noticed the bus coming from the other way, both vehicles driving straight at each other. He only looked up the moment before he and another 12 people were trapped between the two vehicles.

He heard screaming and then it was all darkness.

Tbc…

My first Death Note ever even though I didn't post it as soon as I came up with it. Hope you like my different approach on this.

Chapter two: Raito wakes up after the crash only to find some out he was not all that okay.

Until later,

Ja,

Tiro