|•Oh Death•|•Death Note•|

|•Circumstances•|

Disclaimer: I don't own anything that's in this story besides my OC's. Therefore I don't own Death Note and it's plot. So no suing here~!! ^_^

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9 PM Tuesday Nov. 28 2006

Light's mind was going a mile a minute.

Thoughts were jumbling together, coming over one another in a constant cycle where one would refute the other. A fight of pure logic of one's understanding of this world over what one's own eyes seeing a seemingly impossible action to actually be possible. Blood was pumping within his veins, he felt it thrumming even as he forced himself to walk calmly with a passive face, going towards a destination to perhaps try it again.

To try the heavy weight within his bag, a notebook with the eerie words of 'Death Note' scrawled upon the cover.

That man, Otoharada Kurou, died by a heart attack exactly forty seconds after Light wrote his name down. It was just to check if it was just a game like he thought it would be, a prank. He found no need to try it when Hirayama was there, the both of them occupying each others time with the project and idle talk in his room. It was a nice distraction, a way to pass time and he felt like someone could actually follow his thoughts and easily catch up with his ideas and she gave her own. But when he arrived in his room today, his eyes kept staring at his drawer that held the notebook, a tug from an unknown source spurring him on to finally try it.

And now he's a murderer.

He shook his head, as if that would be enough to push those thoughts away. He's being ridiculous there's no way, it was just a coincidence. And that is why he has to try it again, he has to try it on a person no one would miss. A criminal, a deviant that always causes trouble. Light checked over the area, seeing he wasn't in the best neighborhood to be in at night after he was released from cram in Gamou. Which was another thought that kept squeezing and rattling in his mind, the fact that Hirayama wasn't present for class.

It bothered him, since the unique girl with purple eyes was indeed lazy, did not mean she ever missed a day of cram classes. Although she does get more lost in her thoughts, Light observed. Can't say he doesn't do the same however. Additionally, it didn't help the mysterious texts he got during his class as his mind tried to find a target while holding his composure.

'Chocolate overdose'

'Need help with note in red'

Light, seeing the second text, paused. Focusing on the word 'note' and 'red', interesting words after a newscast of a man dying of a heart attack most likely due to the black notebook in his bag.

Nimble hands clenched within his tan overcoat.

Hirayama likely knows about it, but the other words...it was so odd and ridiculous that he decided to push it to the side and that Hirayama was just teasing him again in her own way. She tends to do that with everybody else in school. He has more pressing matters to tend to like-

"Why, if it works Yagami-kun, you'd be labeled a murderer. And no one likes a murderer."

Light bit his inner cheek.

He reached to a magazine store, spotting men with motorcycles outside of it bothering a woman, while citizens just stood and stared or ignored to stroll along their way. His ears pricked once he entered, seeing the television within the store talking about the yakuza group again and how suspected members were released due to lack of evidence. For a mere moment, he wondered as he looked at the television if it was best to write their names down, since their faces were being displayed and it was highly likely they were part of the group but he erased it from his mind. He has to see for himself with his own two eyes right in front of him if it works, so Light turned away from the screen to instead walk towards a random magazine in front of the large glass window where one can perfectly see men harassing a defenseless woman. He placed the black notebook within the magazine, and wrote the name that one of the men stated, making sure he spelled it different ways to leave no room for error. He added the word 'accident' as an afterthought for every name variation.