Mad World

FULL SUMMERY

Christy Rose was your typical Death Note fan girl. She loved the munga, series, film and book, and hated anyone that didn't. That's normal. But one day she was taking a bath and made her younger brother so mad he knocked a T.V into the water. She wakes up in an unfamiliar place, not only with the Shinigami eyes, but CAT ears. She uses this to her advantage to become a Kira suspect to get involved in the case, try save L and meat no one other than Beyond Birthday himself.

I know there are lots of stories when the OC goes into Death Note, but I just thought I would try it. I hope you like it!

CHAPTER 1

DREAM

CHRISTY'S POV

"I'm taking the first bath!" I yelled at my brothers the second I was in the car and we were driving home.

"No WAY!" Ted replied, water dripping from his thick, oily, bronze hair. "I already bagsed it!"

"NO YOU DIDN'T!" I practically screamed. "THAT ONE MAY HAVE WORKED WHEN I WAS . . . like, FIVE, BUT NOT ANYMORE!"

"I want the first bath!" my youngest brother, Brien, cut in.

"NO!" we both yelled at the same time. Brien pouted and crossed his arms, realizing he wasn't in anyway involved in this argument, and it seemed to be enough to shut him up. Good. I turned back to resume mine and Ted's fight.

"I am covered in sand; I think I need it more that someone that was just in water!"

"Nah-uh! When I was in there I got this huge rash, see!" He was just about to stick his thumb in his swimming short and pull at the waste, but I thankfully looked away.

"What the hell?! I don't want to see THAT!" He is so gross, and he knew that, he was just trying to put me off out of my bath! Not working, if anything it just makes me feel dirtier!

"Kids! Stop SHOUTING!" mum yelled. Wow, she was scary when she was angry! The expression she held was seen by all of us through the revue-mirror, and I just knew Brien was pissing himself because of it. I swear she could scare Kira! "We're home." Oh, yeah, sure, she could be all angry one second, but the moment she knew we were quiet she went back to her normal self.

I sighed in frustration and got out of the car, marching my way into the house and into the bathroom. "WHATEVER!" I heard Ted shout from the porch as I turned the bath tap on. "I'LL JUST GO HANG OUT AT SAM'S PLACE!"

"DON'T FORGET TO GIVE HIM A REAL BIG KISS WHEN YOU GET THERE!"

"OH, YEAH, REAL FUNNY!" That was the last I heard from him. I rolled my eyes and tipped some bubbles into the water.

"Christy! Don't forget to put your books in your bag! You have your Japanese tutor tomorrow!"

"Yeah I know, mum!" She tells me this every Sunday! She should know I have already gotten into a habit in putting books in bags, why keep reminding me?

It's going to take some time until it's full enough. Well, I hadn't read any Death Note stuff in a while. I left the bathroom and entered my room, searching amongst the gunk I had on my desk to find a munga. I was very close to finding it, I knew I was!

I looked up into my mirror only to come face to face with the girl I saw every day. Me. I had fairly long, dark black hair abandoned the left side of the desk to closely examine the right side, but as I stepped towards it I kicked something. A book. I looked down at it and saw it was my beloved 'Death Note Another Note LA BB Murder Cases'. I could read that one again. I had read it only two nights ago, but, whatever. I left the room taking Another Note and Death Note episode one with me.

The bath was so nice. I relaxed as I let the water's warmth sink into my skin. I was tempted to take off my swimmers, but decided against it, my muscles were too relaxed. I hummed in approval when as I watch the first episode play and picked up my book, slipping my headphone (that had fake, black cat ears that I had stuck on) and began reading. "Christy! Christy!" Oh no. Trust Brien to ruin the moment.

"What do you want," I grumbled. I know it sounded mean, but I wasn't in the mood for talking to him. I just wanted my bath.

"Can you help me with my computer?" Was he serious? This would be the fifth time this month. I tell him not to download anything without my help, but does he listen? No. So my only answer is . . .

"No."

"Why?" he whined like the annoying little rat he is.

"I'm in the bath," I stated, rolling my eyes.

"After your bath!"

"No."

"WHY?!"

"Because you didn't say please." Not that it would have mattered in the slightest. He widened his near-to-black eyes, and pouted. Oh, no he didn't! He was not trying to pull off the cat face! That was MY face! It might have suited him when he was six, but it really wouldn't do anything for anyone now that he's twelve.

"Please."

"No. Get out." He looked furious, but didn't say anything. Good, the last thing I needed to deal with right now would be him. So, when he was at the door I went back to reading.

"YOU SUCK!" Then, something happened, something that changed my life, forever. He kicked the table the T.V was sitting on, accidently knocking it off, making it fall into the bath. Shit! My book's gonna get wet! That was the last thing I was thinking before the electric pain came then a blinding light.

Where . . . am I? Why do my . . . eyes and ears hurt? What's going on? Oh, god, my head hurts too! What is going on?! It felt like I had been lying here for a while now, but I wasn't sure now long, maybe an hour?

I tried to stand, but I forgot how. Okay, don't panic, just . . . take baby steps. First, open your eyes. I tried, but they didn't move, it was like my body had no connection to my brain. I tried again, but still, nothing happened. Oh, come on! Don't tell me you can't do something as simple as opening your eyes! This time it worked, my eyes flew open and my lungs pulled in a sharp gasp of air. My eyes . . . stung . . . like hell! What is happening?! Where am I?! Who am I?! I'm . . . I'm Christy Rose! Yeah, that's right! My name is Christy Rose, I am a girl, I have black hair, blue eyes, I am fourteen years old turning fifteen in August and I have two brothers.

Wait! Brothers. BRIEN! That rat shoved a T.V of all things into the bath! I could have died! I looked around me. Everything was . . . so weird! Where am I? Had I died? It . . . looked like it. Everything was red, the trees, the leaves . . . where am I? A . . . forest? Yeah, probably. Why?

I blinked, trying to eliminate the red-ness, but it stayed exactly the same. What the hell?! I sat up and shook my head, my eyes shut tight. At least they didn't hurt anymore, but my ears . . .

I lifted my left hand to touch my ear . . . but it wasn't there. What the . . . ? I kept feeling around the side of my head, but all there was, was my hair. I lifted my other hand to help my left find the missing ears, but failed epically. Where are my ears? Wow, never thought I'd be thinking that one. I knew they weren't completely gone, because I could still hear everything. I could hear the birds chirping . . . and I hated the sound. I could hear some person hiking nearby, maybe they could help me? Anyway, the point is that I have ears, but I can't find them.

I trailed my hands higher, and higher, and higher until they were on top of my head, which was when I felt them, my ears. They didn't feel like my ears, they felt . . . bigger, pointy and . . . furry. I have . . . furry ears! WHAT! My eyes widened as I gulped, leaning forward into a sitting position and looked around. Maybe there's a river somewhere close by, I have to see this!

Yep, there isn't a river, but there is a lake, didn't matter ether way. I gently and hesitantly crawled over to it. My mind is playing tricks, there's nothing wrong with my ears! But the second I looked into the water . . . well, I screamed and I cried, because I have cat ears. Oh, and I looked like some anime character.

Okay . . . so . . . I have ears, that's a good thing, it's just . . . I have damn cat ears! And red eyes! And I'm in anime form! What the hell?! Where am I? This can't be heaven, and I haven't done enough bad things to end up in hell . . . have I? No way! But where else could I be?

"Damn it, no reception!" some guy complained. He was close, very close; in fact he was just behind the tree I was hidden behind. Could he help me? There was no way I was about to stand in front of him with no cloths on, but I didn't have a clue where I was, maybe he could help me! Alright I have to do something, now!

"Umm, hello?" I called out, gently sticking my head out from behind the tree. The man look to be around twenty with sandy blond hair and a box in hand and he had red numbers above his head. What? He had a name too. Bed Guyver? The moment he looked at me I regrated revealing my presents.

"Y-you h-have . . ." He pointed at my ears before falling. He had fainted! Great, now how was he supposed to help me? Well . . . he didn't need his cloths . . .

No. no! don't be ridiculous! You can't just steel some random guy's cloths!

But . . . all I need is a shirt and pants or I might die when night falls! I kept on arguing with myself until I gave in. Fine! Take the cloths, but only take what you need!

And I did. Kind of. I might have taken more than necessary (bandage from his first-aid kit to rap around my chest to work like a bra, his green long-leave t-shirt, his button shirt to go over the shirt, his overly large pants and a beany to cover the ears), but I was a naked, fourteen year old girl in the woods for God's sake, I need this stuff!

Okay, I'm still confused. I managed to get out of the forest and get onto an average looking street, but some part of me couldn't help but think this place looks familiar, even though I know for a fact I had never been here before. Well, strange things happen in dreams. That's all this is, a dream! It wouldn't be the first time I had a dream were I'm in anime.

I would have gone on about the 'this is a dream' theory, but I came to a house, a house that stood out above all others. Why? I had seen this house before! But where? Should I go in? No, that would be bad! But . . . this is a dream . . . so why not? Besides, I'm hungry.

So, I walked up to the door. There were no cars out front, so that must mean the house is empty! I try the door, but it's locked. No surprise. I check under the mat, no key, I check under the rock next to the mat, no key, I check in the shoe. KEY!

The house looked just as familiar on the inside as it did the outside. Weird. Okay, whatever, where's their kitchen? I walk around a bit, but was unsuccessful. Kitchen, where are you? Well, at least they have a bathroom! I walked in to look at myself in the mirror.

Okay, I have cat ears, and red eyes, and letters floating above my head. What! They weren't letters, but a name. Christy Rose. Ha! If I didn't know any better I would say I had Shinigami eyes!

Wow, that would have been cool! But what are we going to do about me being a homeless girl? Everyone knows homeless girls my age could easily get rape, or worse. I felt a shiver crawl up my spine. But, I don't look like a girl . . . well I do, but with this bandage rapped around my chest this tight and in these guy cloths I look like . . . a wannabe she-male! But minus the long hair I could place as a very girly boy, it would be safer; I don't want to get raped, even if it's just a dream.

I pulled off the blue beany, took the scissors next to the sink and held it to my hair. Good-buy beautiful hair! See ya when I wake up. And with that, I cut. I already knew what stile I wanted. So I cut and cut, and only stoped when I was sure it looked just like Beyond Birthdays. And with these eyes, I looked just like him! Or at least, a younger version of him. Hey, I could pass as his brother!

I pulled the beany back on and continued to walk around until I walk through a door that led to a room with a bench, sink, cupboards and a fridge. Behold . . . the kitchen.

Okay, what'd they got? I searched there cupboards, but nothing court my eye. They had rice, bread, fruit (yuck) and other things, but not what I was looking for. Okay fridge, your turn. I opened the fridge with a motion the owners of the house would have considered rude with the why it was so practiced, so though this fridge were my own, and looked in. Alright, eggs, more fruit, leftovers, jam . . . jam! Yes, just what I was looking for! I grabbed the jar of strawberry jam and slammed the fridge shut. With bread, or without bread? I rubbed my chin in thought. Well, I had always wanted to try it without, and I would have earlier if mum had approved. It was the perfect opportunity!

I walked out of the kitchen, deciding I would eat it at the table, unscrewed the lid and stuck my hand into the jar of red goo when I past a date calendar. 2007. Wait . . . what? I froze my jam covered hand (that was in my mouth) and my steps and backed up so I could stare at the calendar. 2007. It was 2007, and it was in Japanese! What? But . . . what?! 2007, that's the year Kira―

"Who are you?!" Shit! Busted.

I turned my head to see a very frightened Light Yagami mum standing at the door. "Hi," I mumbled through a mouthful of jam. "I'm Kira."

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