A/n: I do not own death note or any associated characters... I wish :D
Once upon a time lived a boy with a heart of ice. He had hair as white as snow to match his icy heart and his skin was crystalline too. Other people liked to mock the frozen boy, they had cruel words and hard fists but nothing could ever crack his ice exterior. It was strong enough to hold out all their wriggling words and powerful punches. But there was a problem. His armor kept out all the bad things, the evil people, but it kept out the good ones too. Thus the ice boy released he was alone. Whenever he thought of this a part of his ice heart would melt, leaking out of his eyes and the ice boy didn't understand why this happened. So the ice boy became colder. The colder he became the less he would melt until he never melted at all. And the ice boy felt strong. He didn't need any of the evil people and he was realizing that there were no good people at all, only evil. So much evil. Even those who claimed to be good were evil really. And the evil was dangerous because a boy made of ice is fragile. A boy made of ice can be cracked.
Or melted. Because one day the boy of ice met a boy of fire, of passion and love and he gave himself. The boy was foolish. He forgot all he had said about how dangerous, how evil people were. He forgot that they could destroy him if he became weak. He forgot everything. And he melted again. But this time it was different, this time he wanted to melt, he wanted to give himself up and for it to be okay. And then there was no boy of ice anymore, because he was all melted. But melted ice kills fire, it douses it's flames until there is no fire. Fire boy was more intelligent than the boy of ice, he got away while there was still part of him left. He ran and ran and oh how he burned. So the ice boy was alone again and so vulnerable. His ice armor was all gone and suddenly the words, the evil people, they hurt him they destroyed him until his heart was frozen once more.
Yet now he was weak. Slowly, he got cracked and chipped. Everyone took their piece of the boy of ice. They only ever wanted to take things from him, take pieces, they never gave anything and they all left. They all died. Soon enough there was no one left and almost all of the boy's heart of ice had been taken and even the small part that was left refused to melt for them. His crystalline skin would not splinter. The boy of ice was frozen in time and almost gone. He could only take so much more, because there weren't many pieces left to be given out. And then there weren't any pieces left. So the ice boy couldn't take it anymore. And then there was no boy of ice because there was no boy at all.