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Its fairly my first peace of writing ive actually polished, mind you, besides the whole, research paper thing.
oh, and i am not effed up in the head, i wrote for halloween, people, halloween.
And its based off of Death Note and my Gaia Online roleplaying character. The two worlds clash, WHAT will HAPPEN???
Nobody here knows my gaia roleplaying character.... Oh, and its formated weird, a new paragraph is when it breaks, no indents.

Issendai was a tall, blond child. He wore long blue jeans and a baggy white shirt almost every day. He was that one kid in the school who was always laid back, never paid much attention to anything, really. Was always thing about something or other, staring out the window during class, never affected by wind or cold. That kid who, even though never seemed to pay attention to lectures and never did his work in class, always seemed to understand what he was doing, and had seemingly perfect grades.
There was one flaw in his perfectly aloof attitude. This was his interest in the supernatural. He believed in many things of those sorts. Chain letters, stories, mythology, almost everything. He even believed that clouds were the spirits of other's past lives, and when you can see a vivid shape in them, it represented what they used to be. After all, almost everything a person would see in a life span was alive at some point.
So, one day, as he walked home from school, alone, as he always did, wearing his same style of clothes, he tripped. Now, as common as this is, because of his horrible, slouched posture, this time it was different. He tripped over something, for once. It was a small, thin black book. As he turned around, expressionless, he looked down. He picked up the book, and opened it up in the middle. It was totally blank. He flipped back to the beginning, and saw 3 things.
3 names that meant nothing to him, something that any ordinary person would just shrug off. But he was curious, curious and bored. So he took the book home with him. Up to his room. He locked the door shut. He researched on the computer. He looked up the first name. He was a network anchor in some other country. He had died of a heart attack during a news cast 3 days earlier. Eerie. He looked up the second guy. He was a carpenter. He fell off of a building being constructed and died, though scientists say he was dead before hand. Doubly eerie. The third name, he already knew in his heart was dead. And he was right. The third person, a famous woman who wrote some book in Japan died on the Oprah Winfrey show. And, of course, of a heart attack
From this, anybody would think it was a log of famous people who died of heart attacks. But he knew it was too convenient. For 3 famous people, known world-wide, to die on the same day, of the same cause... Well, it was just too unreal. So, he turned on the television. Theres was an interview with some famous movie actor. He wrote the name down in the book and waited. He probably could have at least made sure it was live. He was starting to think it wasn't. But there, right in front of his eyes, he was dead. Heart attack. He needed one more reference. The host of the show. He wrote the name in, and hit his stop watch. 40 seconds past, and, surely enough, the host was dead, of a heart attack.
Issendai smiled. For the first time in a long time. He walked down the stairs holding the book and his pen.. His mother was sitting in the living room, biting her thumb.
â€œHoney, something weird is going on. Look, two people just died on the television!â€
â€œI know, mom.â€ He looked at her and shrugged. He knew it wouldn't be long before he was tired of life. He wrote down her name and left the house.
He walked down the street writing names in his book. The principal, some teachers, some kids he never really liked too much. He got to his school. If anyone was still in there, they were probably dead. And if they weren't, he could kill them.
â€œAfter all,â€ He whispered to himself. â€œI have an instrument of the gods.â€ He smiled again, and through a rock through one of the large glass windows to the school. He sat there, deprived of sleep. Probably went insane by the time people stared arriving in the school. How many had he counted on the cameras. 10? 20? His book was filled. Thousands of name in one night, somehow. One by one, he picked them off, one after another.
He waited there. By that time, the SWAT team was searching the building. And then, he heard something. He looked behind him. His eyes widened in shock and he fell out of his seat. There was a creature in the room. Nothing in the world could describe its appearance. But Issendai knew. He knew what it was.
A death god. He finally got to meet one. It was... tall. Strange and mangled. Its eyes were pitch black, and wide. It didn't have eyelids. Its blank eyes just kept staring at him. They sat like that for several minutes. Issendai knew there wasn't much time left.
â€œSo, i guess you want you're book back.â€
â€œWrong,â€ it said. Its voice sounded too human. It was scary. â€œIt's yours now. Just, don't think your sins will be forgiven.â€
â€œI don't expect them to be. All the more fun.â€
â€œWell then. Good for you. Maybe you'll have fun once you're... Dead. Just, don't think you're going to Heaven. Or Hell. Or even the void. And when you're time has come, I will write your name in my book.â€
â€œWell then I'd best repent, shan't I?â€ The god looked at him strangely and smiled.
â€œYou're a different one, now, aren't you?â€ Issendai's name was already in his own book. Filled in in the very last line of his book.
The god smiled. He started to descend through the floor. â€œSee you soon,â€ he said, staring at Issendai. The door was kicked down, and his body fell limp. The team surrounded him, guns pointed at his head. His body fell to the ground. A lighter was in one hand, and a burning book lay in his other, scorching his diseased hand, his clothing burning. A SWAT man pushed the burning corpse over on its back, and noticed something. Its eyes were pitch black. Darker than the night. He put his hand around his around his chest and ran. Something about those eyes would make any man sick. The carpet cought fire, and quickly spread through the room, and the school. It was badly protected from fire. Those pitch black eyes stared straight up. Following the sun's rise. Issendai was as good as dead from the moment he touched that book.

Sounds a little TOO much like Death Note ...

yes, its very death note only what would happen with a different person. And i made a few assumptions on what ryuk talks about.
and i did use some quotes from the first or second book. I forget which.