I never thought I would be writing about this. Even now, I can hardly believe it myself. Maybe it was all just a dream—a fracture in my reality. As a child, my imagination often ran wild, but this... this felt real.
I've always noticed strange and unusual things in my daily life, things that most people overlook. And, honestly, it terrified me. I would see creatures—monsters—floating in the air, circling people like sharks waiting for the right moment to strike.
At first, I thought they were oblivious to my awareness of them. But I was wrong.
The shinigami—gods of death.
I knew them as figures from Japanese urban legends, beings who could see the lifespans of all humans. They knew exactly when a person would die. And if someone was desperate enough, they could gain that same ability—at a terrible cost. All it took was a deal with a shinigami, sacrificing half of their own remaining life to see the lifespans of others. A price I prayed no one would ever pay.
But over the years, I learned an awful truth: people will do anything for power, even if it means taking lives.
Shinigami carried notebooks called Death Notes. If a name was written inside, that person would die. It was that simple. That terrifying.
But for some reason, I was immune.
No one—not even the shinigami themselves—understood why. And yet, I could see the ones who wielded the Death Notes. I could witness what they did with them.
And because of that, I learned what it meant to lose nearly everything I loved.
All because my brother wanted power.
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Justice
FanfictionSaki Yagami is sixteen years old and the middle child of her family. She's best friends with her younger sister Sayu and her older brother Light. He always looked after her and her sister. When her brother finds a mysterious notebook with the power...
