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You heaved a long sigh of relief upon finishing dusting the proofs of victory found in a shelf in your master's bedroom. There were medals, trophies, and certificates of all shapes and sizes which not only proved Akashi Seijuro's academic excellence, but also him being a sly tactician and a great basketball player ever since he was in middle school. You took a few steps backwards, admiring your cleaning work. The trophies and medals sparkled like brand new gold. Anyone who'd witness these would marvel on how amazing your Seijuro-sama is. You walked out of the room with a satisfied grin, walking straight to the living room only to see the bac

A/N: You’re the club manager for Teiko Basketball Club, meaning…Momoi Satsuki is non-existent in this timeline. I don’t have any personal grudge for the character, honestly! It’s just so that Reader-tan and Akashi-kun would be able to know each other, hehe. ANYWAYS! Enjoy!   You sat silently in the corner of your room, fingers trembling and body shaking. Your shaking fingers cupped your ears, desperately trying to block out the sounds of glass shattering into a million pieces as your stepmother purposely threw pots and vases at your shut door, her violent poundings echoing through-out your room.     Please…g

"Wow~ Your hair's so pretty~" "Your hair is so silky~" "How do you even-" "How is it so smooth?!" You stood there, slowly getting flustered at the compliments your friends were giving you about your hair. It all started when one of your best friends put her hand and slid it through your hair, then she exclaimed how your hair was so smooth. Your other friends heard it and began running their hands through your hair immediately, thus began the complimenting. "N-no, it's just normal hair." You said, for them to hear. "How the frick is your hair normal? It's so smooth that we don't even know if this is re-" After that, a squeal was heard

||Makoto Tachibana x Reader|| "Hey ______! He's right there!" You looked at the direction your friends were pointing at and blushed. They were pointing at the one boy you've noticed since middle school. The very boy you had your eyes on for some time. The VERY boy who made your insides go all wonky whenever you see him. Makoto Tachibana. "Go on, _____! Make your move!" Your friends elbowed you, not realising that they did it PRETTY hard. You lost your balance and as a result, your books fell on the floor along with you. You eyed your friends with a glare and saw them prance along the hallways and into the stairway, leaving you behind wit

Chapter 6 6. The Death Note will not take effect if a victim’s name is written on several different pages.    The rain poured endlessly, as if sadness were pouring from the clouds itself into the human world. Light was watching over the earth now, once again from the  Shinigami Realm. “Are you going to drop your notebook?” Light asked, irritation becoming evident in his voice despite his skeletal appearance. Light turned to the presence standing behind him. There weren’t many shinigami he felt comfortable with plotting with and sharing his plan. Ryuk was one of the few but the shinigami standing besid

Chapter 5 5. After writing the cause of death, details of the death should be written within the next 6 minutes and 40 seconds.     Light floated into the large building and cocked his head to the side, the quiet sound of a train could be heard. The shinigami followed the sound down the tiled hallway until he approached the last door at the end of the hall. Slowly Light slipped into the room and studied all the toys that lined the shelves and floor. In the center of the room sat the small albino boy who seemed to be fiddling with the toy train in his hands. A tall man by the name of Giovanni, if the shinigami remembered right, ha

Chapter 4 4. If the cause of death is not specified, the person will simply die of a heart attack.    “I... there is a 85% chance Kira lives in the state of ___,” Near said into his mic which produced a synthetic voice. The albino twirled a strand of his hair as he faxed over the clipping he had read about you and your family. ---     While you wrote down the name of criminals, Light entertained you by telling you embarrassing stories of his freshman year in college. He made you feel at home even though you were killing. "There was this girl in my Pre-Psych class we used to call Mosquito because of her nose, and I swear it w

Chapter 3 3. If the cause of death is written within the next 40 seconds of writing the person's name, it will happen.     It’s been a couple of days since your first kill, and not one ounce of guilt or pity ran through your veins. Criminals did wrong upon the world and deserved to be demolished and ridden from the face of the earth. As taught, you just wrote names no specifics. Light instructed you how to thoroughly hide the death note so no one could find or stumble upon it. You didn't mind killing anymore and simply continued life as you normally would. You, as the 'Next KIRA' exploded across the media and many countries already g

Chapter 2 2. This note will not take effect unless the writer has the person’s face in their mind when writing his/her name. Therefore, people sharing the same name will not be affected.     'His..notebook..?' you thought questionably. Then it hit you like a brick to the head; he was talking about the notebook you picked up on your trip from school returning home. Light noticed your skin getting extremely pale. He smirked. "Maybe we should wait until you are done getting dressed, Your towel is slipping,” Light said as smoothly as any Shinigami could. His roaming eyes unnerved you but his statement made you snap back into realit

Chapter 1 1. The human whose name is written in this note shall die.     A soft breeze flew across the desolate, dry, and barren land of the Shinigami Realm. This realm or world was unlike any other; it remains untouched and unseen by humans. In this realm several structures and landscapes which are much different than any human could imagine, even you. The few structures scattered about the quiet world were made of various bones and stones. Whether it was animal or human bones, no one could be sure except for the Shinigami that existed in the Realm. Gray sand was tousled and misplaced by the eerie breeze as one determined Shinigami left a