A/N: New fanfiction coming up! I like this one better then my other one, but I'll try to upload in both. A line means POV change, a review means a happy me:).

The black-haired boy hid the small book into the black sand, and wiped away every sign that showed the world what happened. He let the tears that rained from his eyes fall on the ground, lonely drops of water near the rolling sea.

No one in the whole world is ever gonna touch this book again, he tought, while cutting his hand open and let the blood fall onto the white sand. He smiled when the blood oath sealed the grave of the black notebook, just before his heart started aching.

His last grin lay on his face when he sealed his fate.

My room was filled with drawings, pencils, erasers, pens, a scanner, and the noise of my mother bouncing on my door (Why don't you clean your room? You should store that drawings somewhere and focus on school! With your brain, you can get somewhere!). The Offspring tried to be louder then my mother, but over years of shouting and bouncing to me her voice got pretty loud. I sighed, decided it'd be what my mother called such a night, which meant I'd leave the house, and sit down somewhere at the beach, beneath the stars with my mp3player and sketchbook as only company.

I opened the door and jumped on the roof of the garage, leaving the Offspring on so my mother wouldn't hear the bang of me landing on the garage. I jumped of of the roof too, and took a run to the path between the bushes. I took my sketchbook and pencil to the beach, but I didn't know if I'd draw something. My mother destroyed my mood again.

'Mello, come and see this. It might be something…'

I crossed my fingers and whisphered a short would it be? to the air. 'Kira?'

'Nah…' the readhead in front of the computer grinnend, 'This is more another Kira… one we missed.'

'Another one?' I groaned, but before I could say something else Matt did.

'Don't worry,' he said, 'this isn't from the last ten years. Even not in this century…'

'So why would we care?' I answerd, blowing my angryness to the roof of the room.

'Because it's quite weird, ya see… look, this town… seems to be a Dutch one, according to the name. A lot of soldiers, German soldiers, died in that town in the second World War. 87% of them died of a heartattack.'

'Seems like Kira, yeah. Maybe even one with the Eyes too. But still, why do you care?'

'Because one of the people living in the town moved to Japan straight after the war. His name was Yntema, or something like that.'

'So…?' I asked, knowing Matt wouldn't follow a person this long if there wasn't something weird.

'This guy died in Japan. He married, got a child and died at the age of 45. He lived in Kyoto, Japan. He last will said something about a black notebook, that must be given to his son, called Hideaki.'

'Why do you know his last-'

'Hacking, Mels. Ya should know that by now,' the readhead grinned. 'In Kyoto, seven people died in a fight at a school. The school Yntema's son was attending. Everyone knew that that seven guys always bullied Hideaki. Just three months afterwards Yndema had a heartattack.'

'Suicide?'

'Maybe. Hideaki moved with his mother to a smaller village near the coast, where his took care of his mother untill she couldn't life with missing her man and drowned herself. But I think… I think that maybe her son killed her.

Well, Hideaki married and got two kids, a girl and a boy. The girl is now seventeen, the boy never reached the age of sixteen.

He died of a heartattack at the age of fifteen, at the beach. His hand was cutted open for some reason. His dad died a year later, cause of death…'

He looked at me with a asking face.

'Heartattack?' I guessd. Knowing Matt, that was true.

'Yup, you're totally right. And with that, the story of the Death Note ends… but-'

'But where did the Death Note go?' I was sure my eyes sparkled this time. 'Which town was it again?'

'Otaru.'