Sociopath

Chapter 1: Introduction

A/N: Crossover of Black Butler and Death note. I do not own either.

First x Reader(x anything in general, and Reader anything) story. Ever.

(Y/n)= your name. Your true name

(Y/a)= your alias

(F/n)= fake name(extra alias)

(L/n)= last name. You true last name.

(F/l/n)= fake last name. You can change it whenever you want

(e/c)= eye color

(h/c) (h/l)= hair color/hair length, respectively

(s/c)= skin color/tone

(f/c)= favorite color

Her full, cherry red lips twitched at the ends in the beginnings of a soft smile. She was really something, like a heart-attack, or one hell of a person.

Her name was... well, no one knows. She goes by '(Y/a)' a lot, as does she go as '(F/n)' and '(Y/n).' One woman with three names? There was something wrong with that, and no one knew which her true name was. Oh well, not like they needed to know... unless... Well, we don't need to go into that.

She has lovely, silky (h/c) hair that reached (h/l) and large eyes that were shining (e/c). She had (s/c) skin where natural blush did not touch. She was eighteen-years old, half (Your Heritage), half Asian(Japanese).{Go with it}

But though she was beautiful in the sense of physicality, her mental state, as proven by her names, give her the sense of a liar. She was cunning, at the top of her class; manipulating, playing with the emotions of those she deemed lesser than her; and not seen as a coward, unless she knew that she could not beat her enemy. There was something truly wrong with her mind even if she was as peaceful as a butterfly at times. Or mental state. 'Or soul,' as observed by the supernatural.

There was something more sinister in her head. 'Or soul,' corrects the supernatural.

Currently, she is going with the name '(Y/a).' So, with all of this information in mind, let's dive into the story. Shall we?

=)

2008, Tokyo, Japan

(Y/n) looked around at her English class. Most of them were gossiping, having their bodies completely turned the other way. One outright held his game device, she didn't bother to observe it any further, with full brightness up to his face. A careful smile, one that seemed too natural, completely hid her indifference to the place.

She lived in America for a few years, so there was no point in disturbing nor participating in English class. She only attended the class for extra curriculum, along with practicing the Kanji words that translates to English. Key word is practicing; she already knew most of this like the back of her hand...

Not bothering to pay any attention to the exact wording. the teacher asked Light Yagami, the person who tied with her for the class' best grades, to translate some English sentence into Japanese.

Waiting for the bell to ring to end this horribly uninteresting class, her (e/c) eyes slid to the window in boredom and pure indifference. Her false smile never left.

Waiting...

Waiting...

Her eyes snapped to the teacher who she never cared for the name of. He was calling on her now... ugh.