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Colder Than Fire… Hotter Than Ice:

-The Human Element-

It was quite suspicious, how the death note just seemed to fall into her lap. Okay, that was slightly incorrect, it actually fell in front of her feet from the sky. Close enough…

Shiori picked it up, without hesitation, because the words on the front looked way to tempting. She had a bit of an obsession with death, if you couldn't already tell from her all black uniform. Baggy black pants with metal snaps swaying in an x from in the back, black tank top with fishnet down the arms, and underneath black cotton gloves with the fingers cut off. Her fingernails painted black, and her eyes were lined with heavy black eyeliner and reddish black eye shadow. Just like Sonny Moore.

She opened it up to the inside cover where there were directions. "How odd…" The high school girl thought. "Why would you need instructions to a notebook?" A smile actually curved her lips slightly for the first time in months. They were quite interesting…

Apparently you could actually kill people by writing down their name.

Shiori's safety pin earrings dangled as she walked even more brisk toward her family home. Even her ebony locks, tickled the small of her back through her shirt. She shoved the notebook into her book bag before anyone could see it. That was about the time the rain started. How convenient.

Practically soaked, Shiori rushed through the door of her house without even thinking to take off her shoes. However, it didn't really matter, because her mother had died some time ago, and her father was rarely home. She just took them off by the door and kind of tossed them back outside.

"It certainly is cold," She said to the fluffy cat that jumped down from the bookcase as she entered the living room. Shiori flicked on the furnace and the radio, so the house wouldn't be as quiet. And lonely.

Shiori walked into her bedroom, leaving the door open so she could listen to the news. Her room seemed pretty normal, considering her dress. The only personal item left out in the open was a picture of her mother, on her nightstand, and as the screensaver on her computer. It was her mother's death that had made her the dark girl you see now, but she didn't think of it that way. She thought of it as, "the murder of her mother see just how unjust the world has come to."

You see, a drunk driver hit her mother while she was crossing the street, on her way home. He was tried, and set free, to a cozy little rehab facility upstate. What a punishment…

That man had killed a mother, and a wife, and family, with just one reckless act. It was positively senseless. It was only after the autopsy that they discovered she was pregnant.

That made it all worse, not only had he killed an already cherished life, but he'd smothered out a life that hadn't even begun.

If that baby had been born before… Maybe she wouldn't feel so alone now.

So Shiori fell in love with the romantic version of death, bringing back the dead, and killing. Oh how she wished she could kill the monster, Derek Williams, that killed the beautiful soul of her mother. She had needed her mother, and he had taken her away.

He didn't have the right… No, he didn't deserve to live.

However… it was probably her time that day, anyways. Her mother had made a deal with a Shingami Death God long ago, when she was just a baby. Her mother gave the Shingami half of her life in exchange that Shiori, her daughter would have the eyes of Shingami, the eyes of a Death God.

The Death God was named Ryuk, it was her father's companion when he was young. Her father, Light, had told her stories of Death God's and believed that she was somehow stronger than both them, and any other person who possessed a death note. Shiori was wise, but also vengeful, and he feared her, like he had never feared anything else in life before.

That was probably why he was never home…

And Shiori thought, when her mother first died, she'd at least have Ryuk, but he seemed to fear her as well. The only person who never did was her mother, which was probably the reason she did what she did.

Under these circumstances it was hard to understand whether she had the right to be angry with Derek or not. Perhaps, she should really be angry with Ryuk, Light, and maybe even her mother.

But you are not to hold a grudge with the dead, and so that was when Shiori's mother became the object of perfection.

"A death note of my own…" Shiori pulled the notebook out of her backpack and examined it carefully. "I know it might seem a bit childish, but I have always wondered what it would be like to have the power of life in my hands. It doesn't seem that special."

It seemed even better…