A World Away From Normal (A Deathnote Fanfiction)

Pilot

*THUD*

"Blasted-! Mother fucking egg suckers-"
Whatever you were saying did not finish being said. Your brain was going into overdrive trying to figure out what was going on and was screaming at you in fight or flight.

"Y/n! Are you okay?"

Turning to see who spoke to you by rolling your sore body on the ground, you yelped and promptly smacked your head onto the wall behind you. Apparently you chose fight.

"Y/n, Y/n! It's okay, I'm here!"
Light said, rushing down to your side on the floor and checking your forehead temperature with the back of his hand. You flinched away from his hand but it followed you like a determined spider.

"Yeah, no shit, that's the fuckin' problem! What is going on?" You were on the edge of laughing manically and having a panic attack and that  was not good combo. Light was looking at you like you'd grown too heads which was crazy to think about because Light was looking at you. 'He should not be looking at you.' Was all your brain supplied.

Light's brow furrowed, "Did you hit your head? Are you concussed?"

You sat up fully and looked down at your hands turning them over, "Am I dead? Have I... have I broke the universe?"

That's when you noticed you were not wearing the pajamas you had been wearing. 'What happened to my Yoda pants?'

"What Yoda pants? What are you talking about, Y/n? Should I take you to the hospital?"
Okay so you had said that aloud but it was a fair game kind of question.

Putting aside your current clothing choice, you stood up slightly wobbly and looked around. Light followed you with a concerned frown.

Wherever you were was certainly not your bathroom. It looked like a house of some sorts, wooden stairs and pale walls in front of you, plus Light, which you still couldn't wrap your head around. You briefly wondered if you'd been kidnapped but then how the hell could a fictional character kidnap you?

Said fictional character seemed very real and very worried about you and had reached out to rub the growing bump on the back of your head.

"I'm sorry, Y/n. I didn't mean to startle you like that, let's get you cleaned up. You've got a little blood back here."

You nodded in a daze and let him lead you into a kitchen, eyeing your surroundings. As he sat you down and patted your hair with a wet washcloth to clean a small wound at the back of your head, you considered everything by making a mental list of things you knew.

One; the last thing you remember, you were in your bathroom because you had woken up needing to pee.
Two; Light Yagami seems to know who you are and care for you?
Three; you were wearing a school uniform, which is weird because you're in college??
Four; it seemed that you were in Light's house from the anime Deathnote???

Processing all of this, you came up with the most reasonable explaination to this information. You had officially gone batshit crazy.

But. And that is a very small, feeble but yet a but nonetheless. But, if somehow this all is real, then you are now in Deathnote. That made absolutely no sense whatsoever so you preferred to think you had gone insane. A tiny bit easier to accept.

As Light fixed you up, he apologized continuously for startling you at the top of the stairs and causing you to trip and fall back down them. 'That's a really stupid way to break realities.' You thought.

Swallowing that whatever was going on was going on no matter if you understood it, you decided you'd toy with this and figure things out before doing anything stupid. If Light thought you were acting weird, you'd say you did have a concussion.

"What-What day is it?" You asked hesitantly.

Light's hands paused in your hair and you practically heard the confused judgement.
"December 24th... 2006"

"Okay." So, you were about a two decades worth of human advancements set back. Cool.

"And where are we?"
"..."
"Tokyo. Japan. Earth. My... house?"

"That's a lot of places, Light."

"That's a lot of questions with answers you should know, Y/n."

"That's... a very fair point, Light."

He let go of your hair and walked in front of you to lean on the counter.
"Are you messing with me because I scared you or are you that confused about basic things?"

You met his eyes and thought about all the things that made no sense.
"I think you gave me a concussion, you should take me to the hospital."

...

"Y/n! Are you okay?"
In through the E.R. curtains came the miniature army of Light's family.

"Yeah, your son gave me brain damage."
Light smacked you on the arm from where he sat by your bed.

"Minor brain damage, Y/n, it's minor." He sighed.

Sayu launched herself at Light, "You gave her brain damage?!"

"Minor!" Light defended desperately.

Sachiko bustled to your left side and immediately began conducting her own inspection of you while Soichiro exhaustedly scolded his son for making him leave the office early.

Zoning out of Light's mom worriedly running her hands along your hair, you listened in on Soichiro's woes.
"-and I had to tell my boss that my son, my supposedly perfect son, injured his friend and I needed to leave the Kira investigation! I am working myself to the bone, Light, to catch this murderer and you're here shoving Y/n down the stairs?"

"I didn't shove her down the stairs! I jumped out at her while she was coming up them and she tripped! I didn't mean t-"

You zoned back out and thought about what your existence would do to the plot and timeline of the original story, especially considering that Soichiro's boss, definitely L, now knows you exist and you play a major role in Kira's life. You looked over to Light and you almost couldn't see it, he looked so innocent and caring and thinking that the same person who held you in the taxi and hospital for hours could be the same mass murderer you'd watched execute people on TV made your brain hurt again.

Sighing and curling in on yourself, you prayed your professors would make an exception for you and not flunk your grades just because you teleported into another reality. Then you hoped someone would take care of your dog and lizards while you were here, you had a feeling you wouldn't be home for a while.