I dont own death not.

In these stories every chapter will deal on a couple or two or just one broken person. Its not a happy story.

Part 1: Near x Misa x Light: (probably 3 or 4 chapters)

Near falls in love and is taken in by Misa Amane and her husband Light. He however only tells her how horrible she is and it always ends in her tears. Near plans the perfect murder and it will only end in the saddest way possible.

Part 2: L remembers a childhood of cruel childhood torture and how he years to escape from it.

Part 3: Kiyomi x Light x Misa

He's deceiving her and she knows it and as she plans the perfect way to make him fall for her she sees him with Misa, leaving her in despair.

Part 4: Naomi Misora finds the perfect place for her suicide.

Part 5: (Anti?) Sayu x Light

Sayu can't remember the last time she smiled. But when seeing her brothers picture in the recent death list of the newspaper, she can't help but laugh.

Part 6: Near x Misa

The only time she felt love from him was when he killed someone for her. Every other time she hated him.

Part 1: Near x Misa x Light

Cold as snow. Dry as summer. Too hollow and frigid to respond to kindness anymore in a usual manner. After so much self mental beatings and the feeling of unworthiness you begin to forget what kindness is. Little acts of kindness never reach you now, like they used too. A simple smile means nothing now. Nothing ever does besides the bad things.

I'm Near. I don't remember my name too well. All I remember was it started with an N. They say that a parents first act of kindness and love is when they give you a name, but seeing how I can hardly imagine any love or this kindness you speak of coming from them, then I guess it suits me not to remember my name.

I only white pajamas touch my skin. I'll feel like I'm melting under some volcanic pressure if any other color is worn.

But enough about pajamas. This is about Misa Amane. My saviour. The end of me.

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Cloaked in a pink ero lolita oufit, she had fishnets on and high heels the color of tomatoes. Her hair was blonde and gold and unnatural while her eyes were wide and big like a puppies. Everything about her screamed to me like voodism and I instantly took disdain to her. My opposite.

I was seated on top of a building staring at a lively tokyo city where cars and people meshed together like a Vincent Van Goth painting. She stood out with her hair and oufit. She made a statement. A lively one that told you just who she was and how she wanted to be treated. Like a porcelain doll. Gentle. Careful not to break her, but at the same time holding her high in a loving manner. The need for love. If she didn't have it her dress would turn to black, and her eyes would turn into small water droplets, while her fishnets would tear off her skin, leaving lace and string hanging from her legs.

I liked that idealized version of her better. I would be able to understand her better if she let sorrow escape into her oufit and aura.

She then glanced my way and smiled. I leaned forward my eyes widening slightly trying to see if she was looking at me. And she was.

"Why are you up there?" She asks in a giddily voice like theres some secret up here. She sneaks around the back and is soon sitting beside me indian style and leaning in really closely.

"Hi." I mumble. My shyness showing slightly.

She stares at me for a while. "Your so cute!" She grabs a hold of me and hugs me tightly. I don't remember the last time I was hugged so you can imagine how this felt so awkward to me and...warm..."Misa just wants to dress you up and take you home with Misa!"

I'm guessing her name was Misa. I shuffled to my feet ans looked her hard in the eyes. "Don't. You. Ever do that again."

She smiles and takes hold of my hand. "Misa understands...um..."

"Near. My name is Near."

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It sounds like my other stories. Two broken people find happiness from eachother and have happiness glow in them towards the end of the story. This is slightly different. These people are broken and the more they will love eachother they will become broken and it will most likely not end in a smile.

There will be cutting, homocide, suicide, cheating, tears, physical mental and drug abuse, rape, bullying, love not returned, everything that will make you cry. Why because Im emo like that.