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Edited 16/08/17

Chapter One –

I throw the book on my desk and pull out my computer chair. I turn it on and wait patiently for it to boot up. Connecting to the internet takes a while as well.

Once I'm on my favourite internet browser, I type in "Life Note" and press search. Nothing shows up. Random results for "life hacks" and "best selling notebooks this year", but nothing about a "life note".

Oh kami.

This is some weird notebook someone created. What weirdo would create something like this?

Could it be real?

I mean, I don't believe in God... but I do like super powers and stuff like that. Maybe this book is special, and Kira must be killing the criminals somehow. Maybe there's a death version of this book? Or maybe there's some weird shinigami somewhere killing them.

I roll my eyes. Okay, I take it back. I'm not intelligent. I'm gullible and stupid.

Oh well, might as well try it out anyway. I'm not going to lose anything.

But the big question is, who do I bring back? No one I know has died recently, my grandparents haven't quite yet kicked the bucket.

I have to get results though. As soon as. I don't want something that will take me weeks to find out.

So, I head over to a news website. I scroll through the articles. No high profile celebs have died, the only deaths have been Kira's victims.

Well, I don't agree with Kira. The fates of those in prison should be decided by those sentencing them.

So, let's piss off some shinigami (the only God I can think of that would kill people) and bring these criminals back to life. If this doesn't work and it's a prank, then I'll die knowing that I am not the fastest rabbit in the forest.

I pull a pen out of my pen-pot and open the first clean-rule-free page. I scribble the names down of all of Kira's victims for today, put my pen back in the pot and slam the book shut.

Today has definitely been the weirdest day in my existence.

Several hours later:

"Criminals are coming back from the dead. It seems that there's an Anti-Kira around." The reporter on the TV announces. My heart stops beating. I just resurrected Kira's recent kills. Shit. The book wasn't a prank.

I have the power to stop Kira.

Yes, I know, bringing back criminals is a bad idea, I mean they're criminals. Did they deserve to die by the hands of some weird God or some weird God-wannabe with a Death Note. Assuming such thing exists, I mean, if a Life Note exists then maybe a Death Note exists too?

I don't think anything could surprise me now. I just resurrected a few criminals. Though to be completely honest, I don't think I should be proud of that. Oh well.

I think I should do what every anime character has done and proclaim that "fate has chosen me and I am the perfect person for this task" and other bullshit that is cringe-worthy. Maybe not, I can't be bothered. I think I've had enough of today.

Although, chances are, if I'm found I'll be killed. I didn't really think this one through, did I?

I hit my head with my hand. "I am such an idiot."

Hello, my name is Benihime Kimura. I am seventeen and I can proudly say that I am not the sharpest knife in the drawer.

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"How was school?" Mum asks me as we sit down around the table for dinner, something that rarely happens.

"It was alright, same old I guess." I say with a shrug.

"Your exams are coming up, aren't they?" Dad asks and I nod. "Have you been studying?"

"Yeah," I lie. I haven't. I don't bother with school work. I do okay in my tests anyway, well the ones I do, I have nothing to worry about. People at school are convinced I hack into the schools computers to change my grades. That's probably why they pretend I don't exist – they think I'm some hacker. Yes, I can hack computers but I don't (can't blame me, I have no friends and a computer, what else am I going to do with my free time other than watch anime? Definitely not the thing that popped into your head, you are dirty minded and I am ashamed of you).

"About that, Beni, your teacher has complained about the lack of work you seem to do. They're growing concerned, especially since your entrance exams are coming up. We want you to get into a good university." Mum says. I fight the urge to glare at her. She's basically just announced that I lied to my dad. The problem with having parents in Japan is that they are very strict. I'm going to get grounded for lying. Another reason why I don't glare at them. I do that then bye-bye computer and anime.

"I've been doing work. I just haven't handed it in. I'll do well in my tests, don't worry." I say with a shrug. Dad frowns at me.

"Ever since you found out that you were adopted you haven't bothered in school. Are you still upset that we never told you?" Dad asks, his voice rising slightly. I shake my head quickly.

"No way, I'm over that. I am trying, I'm just not sure what I want to do." I say with a shrug. "After I leave I want to find my real parents."

"They didn't want you." Dad says sharply and I look at him. His brown eyes are staring right at me, his chopsticks in his hand still holding a few noodles.

"Gee, thanks for rubbing salt in the wound. I know they gave me up, but they must have had a reason for it." I say defensively. I take the rubber band from my wrist and tie my black hair back.

"Honey, we just don't want to see you hurt." Mum says in her soft voice. I know she's desperately trying to calm me down. She looks at me softly.

"I won't get hurt, you just have to trust me." I beg. "I just want to have answers, that's it. I can deal with the consequences."

"We do trust you." Mum defends. I quickly glance over at my dad and he still seems quite angry.

I roll my eyes at them. "No you don't," I mutter under my breath. "I'm going to bed." I get up from the table and take my empty bowl into the kitchen, and head up the stairs to my bedroom.

My bedroom is pretty empty, I only own basic things. It's not that I never got gifts, I just never wanted anything, and the things I got I gave away or sold. I just don't see the point in owning a lot of things.

I lay down on my bed and pull the covers over my head.

I wish my parents had told me I was adopted sooner, they weren't planning on telling me until I was eighteen. I found out when I was sixteen, and when I had accidentally found files in my dad's office which discussed my adoption.

I had asked where I was from, but my parents refused to tell me. They didn't want me to try to find my birth parents, or go back to where I was born. I understand that I'm their only child and that they don't want to lose me, but I want to know my real parents.

It was obvious I was adopted from a young age, I just never wanted to admit it. It was clear that I'm not fully Japanese, or Asian for that matter. I just wanted to hold on to the small glimmer of hope that my parents are my real parents. It was my worst nightmare to find out I'm adopted.

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"Benihime Kimura and Light Yagami, pair up."

The blood in my body turns cold.

The teacher just paired me up with the smartest kid in Japan. Hell no. He seems so arrogant. I don't doubt that he'll mock me.

Light Yagami, handsome, perfect and a genius. Almost every girl falls at his feet. Except me. When I wanted to do well in school, he was my rival. I always wanted to do better than him, but I was always second.

I drag my chair over to his desk and sit next to him. I dump my bag on the ground next to me.

"So," I say and he looks at me with a bored expression. His brown eyes and light brown hair as perfect as ever. Yes I think he's attractive, but I'm holding onto my opinion that he is an ass and that I should hate him. "Any ideas?"

We have to design a revision guide to help others, and the teachers will be voting on the best one. The one that gets the most votes will be handed out to future third years and maybe even other schools. So much pressure is on our shoulders for this assignment.

"I was thinking of something that has different sections, and each section has a help section." He says.

"Like a booklet? But isn't that reading, and that's like every other revision guide created. I was thinking of something that would be appealing to people our age. Like a series of pictures and illustrations to help people understand, maybe even some posters. It will be like some cool revision pack. It could include little games that help with different subjects. Something that could interest a group of friends and they could all revise together." I say and his eyebrows rise, he looks shocked that I came up with a brilliant idea. It's like he didn't realise that my tiny brain could come up with a decent idea.

I give him a shrug.

We continue to plan the revision guide. The whole time my hate from him grows. How does everyone else like him? He's so smart and arrogant. He's also very strange too. He twitches. Who the f twitches randomly? Either he's on drugs or he's insane.

I think he's insane. He must be. No one that smart could be mentally sane.

He also seems to drift off into his own world, and for a brief (very brief) second his eyes seem to hold an evil glint.

He's definitely odd.