Hello, everyone Team Seirin here. If you are wondering what happened to me, I deleted this story from Fanfiction, not because I didn't want to write anymore, but because I wanted to improve it. This is the Revamped Version of Unattainable Dreams, and I hope old and new readers will enjoy this.

This story follows the Death Note timeline and starts after Light kills Raye Penber. The Shinigami play a big role in this story, so does the Division. The Division in an underground society that knows about the existence of the Death Note and many of them are trained in combat, including Seika.

Forewarning about my character Seika: Don't be so quick to judge her. I wanted to make a character that is impossible to kill, so Light could be put under pressure. This story centers on her life, as well as Light's. As you read you will be able to spot her flaws and she will get character development.

Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note; if I did so many people would still be alive.

Seika Moriyama is a soldier born into a location known as the Division. Everyone who resides at the Division is immune to the effects of the Death Note. For generations Division members have been aware of the existence of Shinigami and the Death Note. You can choose to live as a normal civilian or soldier. She is forced to go into hiding due to pending civil war and leaves with her Shinigami companion Zenma who has been in Seika's family for four hundred years along with three other Shinigami; Zeph, Kuro, and Cana. The Shinigami are more godlike and the humans are far more dangerous.

The Nameless New Girl, Seika Moriyama

"I can't believe you're doing this," the Shinigami said eyeing the teenage girl in disappointment. "Do you have any idea how dangerous this is?"

A smirk stretched across Seika's face after hearing the Shinigami's words. Zenma saw the grin from her reflection on the mirror. For the past week he's been trying to talk her out of this, but there was no way she was going to change her mind. "Why would it be dangerous, Zen," she asked, false innocence in her voice.

"Well," he began, "since you're currently in hiding, I don't really think that it's a good idea for you to be going to school."

"But it's boring staying home all day," she whined. "Plus in order to be unseen, you must blend in with the crowd."

Zen rolled his eyes at the girl. He never understood why Seika couldn't simply follow directions. She had always been like this ever since she was a little girl, but it was one of the reasons he stayed by her side so often. Seika was always drawn to danger whether she wanted it or not.

"And it's not like I'll be staying here long," she sighed in disappointment. "Just until Reiji says that it's okay for me to go back to the Division."

Seika cocked her head at her reflection and shrugged. She turned around and looked at Zenma. "So tell me, how do I look?"

The Shinigami looked the girl up and down with a dull look planted in his face. "Terrible," the Shinigami deadpanned.

Seika frowned and looked down at her outfit. She was wearing the typical uniform that girls wore at Daikoku Private Academy. Not something she would choose to wear, but the look kind of worked for her. "You're lying I look amazing," she said to the Shinigami.

"Sure you do," the Shinigami replied. He noticed how she wasn't looking at him anymore instead she had her eyes trained on something past him. "What's the matter," he asked worriedly. She didn't answer instead she lifted her finger and pointed at the television.

"Kira has stuck again, this time killing twelve F.B.I agents that were sent to Japan investigating the case of finding out just who Kira is," The female news anchor announced.

"The United States has resigned from the Kira investigation, deeming the case as too dangerous. Kira's powers are still unknown, but the world famous detective L is determined to find out who Kira is and how he kills."

Zenma returned his attention back to Seika. She was angry. "This Kira person pisses me off. I get that obtaining a Death Note is overwhelming, but whose first thought is it to become a mass murderer? I really hope L catches him soon."

"Well at least he only kills criminals. That doesn't make him too bad, don't you think?" Zenma asked.

Seika snorted at the Shinigami's question. "You and I both know that no human should have that much power. Shinigami exist for a reason. I bet he, she or they has a huge god complex or something."

Zenma nodded his head in agreement. He didn't approve of Kira's actions whatsoever. The Death Note was sacred and all Kira was doing was revealing to the world that there is a power that is strong enough to kill someone without being with them physically.

Seika turned her head to the clock and saw that school was going to start in a half hour. "Let's go Zen, time for school."

Zenma rolled his eyes at the girl. "Can't we just stay here? It'll be much safer."

"Safe is boring. We're going and that's final," she said sternly.

The Shinigami let out a strong huff. "Fine," he replied.

The inside of the school looked dull. Seika expected more from a private school. She hated places with dull atmospheres. Maybe this was a bad idea, she thought. She shook the thought from her head. If Zen found out she had thoughts like that, it'd only boost his ego. She looked around the halls on her way to class. At least it's clean.

Seika stopped in front of her classroom and took a deep breath. "Nervous," Zenma queried with a tone of amusement.

She shot the Shinigami a deadly glare. "Shut up…bastard." She said that last part under her breath, but the Shinigami caught it.

Seika stepped inside of classroom and looked around. It was a large room, and it was just a dull as the rest of the school. It seemed as though none of the kids were paying attention to what the teacher was saying. It was pretty loud in the classroom due to the mindless chatter. She always thought that kids in private school would be serious and well behaved, that's what television made it look like.

"May I help you," the teacher asked. According to her schedule his name was Mr. Takahashi. He looked tired and Seika was pretty sure it was because of the students in the class.

"Oh, yes. My name is Seika Moriyama, I'm new," she said to the teacher with a smile.

"Ah, yes, I saw your name on the attendance sheet. I've been expecting you," he replied. "Class please settle down we have a new student, please do you best to make her feel welcome. Seika, would you like to tell us about yourself?"

Seika shook her head at the teacher. "Not really," she replied. Everyone in the classroom had their eyes on her and she felt uncomfortable. She didn't like when too much attention was drawn to her, especially when it was a room of complete strangers.

"Nothing at all," he asked? "Do you have any likes," Mr. Takahashi asked.

Seika didn't even have to think about that one. "My likes include food," she answered. There were a few snickers in the room.

"And your dislikes," the teacher asked with a brow raised.

"Being hungry," she deadpanned. The kids began to chuckle even more at the girl. Mr. Takahashi simply rolled his eyes at her.

"Great, another class clown," he said with an unenthusiastic tone. "Please have a seat where ever you like."

Seika nodded and looked around the classroom for a seat. As she looked around she caught the eyes of many students. They looked normal, like the kids at the Division. She didn't know what she expected though. Seika spotted a seat in the back and headed towards it.

"Seika, keep your eyes forward and make sure your expression is neutral," Zenma instructed suddenly. Seika raised a brow at the Shinigami, but did as he told.

"There is a boy in here; he's seated in the third row by the window, and he's currently reading a book. Seika briefly glanced at the boy who Zenma was talking about. He had short light brown hair with bangs covering his forehead. "The boys name is Light Yagami, and he currently has a Shinigami beside him."

Seika continued to walk to her seat with a blank expression, but there was so much going through her mind at the moment. How could this guy have a Shinigami? Is it just following him around? No, I doubt that, it rarely happens that a Shinigami leaves its home just to go to the human world. Unless…

She sat down in her seat and reached in her bag and pulled out a pen and paper. She gestured for Zen to look at what she was writing down.

What is the Shinigami doing at the moment?

Zenma looked in the direction Light Yagami was sitting in. "The Shinigami is staring at us and he's laughing hysterically," Zenma informed Seika with a slight tone of disbelief.

Seika raised a brow at the information. Ever since she walked inside of the classroom, Light Yagami didn't even spare her a glance. She could only think the Shinigami didn't say anything to him, but why? Maybe the Shinigami didn't care for him; it was actually uncommon for Shinigami to feel anything towards humans.

"Seika, should I say something to the Shinigami," Zenma asked.

She quickly began to write another message on the paper. Tell the Shinigami to tell Yagami that I have a Shinigami too, and I know his secret.

Zenma looked unsure after reading what Seika had written. If this boy really was Kira, it could work in their favor. This boy was a nuisance and the closer Seika got to him, the faster she could kill him. Zenma let out a heavy sigh and headed over to where Light Yagami's Shinigami was.

Light Yagami's Shinigami smiled in an unsettling way as Zenma approached him. "My name is Zenma," the Shinigami began, "The human I'm attached to goes by the name of Seika. She wants you to go tell Light Yagami that she also has a Shinigami and that she his secret."

Zenma was taken aback by the other Shinigami's reaction, just a raspy laugh, but instead of sticking around Zenma went back to Seika and grimaced at her. "What's going on," she whispered eagerly. Her voice was low enough, so nobody in the classroom could hear her.

"Well first he began to laugh in my face, then he introduced himself as Ryuk and now he is delivering your message to Yagami," Zenma answered.

A smirk stretched across Seika's face. This is going to be good, she thought. She looked ahead, eyes set on the back of Light's head. She noticed how he slowly set down the book he was reading. Then his body began to turn so he could get a look at the back of the classroom.

His eyes met Seika's and their gazes locked. Seika still had a grin on her face and she subtly waved at him. He was giving her a feral glare. She saw that he clenched his jaw before grudgingly averting his gaze elsewhere. Going to school was definitely a good idea.

Light's POV

Why must this class be so loud? Light thought. He sighed heavily in exasperation. He couldn't wait to go home. There he could do much more important things. At this point he wished that school was over, he knew all of the material Mr. Takahashi was teaching, and now all Light wanted to do was take his entrance exams and hurry off into college.

"May I help you," Light heard Mr. Takahashi say. He looked up to see who he was talking to.

"Oh yes, my name is Seika Moriyama, I'm new," she said with a smile. Her smile was nice, he briefly thought. It was unusual for someone to be new this late in the year, especially as a third year.

"Well isn't this interesting," Ryuk laughed. What was he laughing about? This was one of the reasons why Light hated when Ryuk went to school with him. Even though by now he was almost an expert at tuning Ryuk out, he wanted to know what was so funny.

"Ah yes, I saw your name on the attendance sheet. I've been expecting you," he replied. "Class please settle down, we have a new student, please do you best to make her feel welcome. Seika would you like to tell us about yourself?"

The new girl shook her head at the teacher. "Not really," she replied.

"Nothing at all," he asked. "Do you have any likes?"

"My likes include food," she answered. There were snickers in the room and Light smirked slightly.

"And your dislikes," the teacher asked with a brow raised.

"Being hungry," she deadpanned. The kids began to chuckle even more at the girl. Mr. Takahashi rolled his eyes at the student.

"Great, another class clown," he said lacking enthusiasm. "Please have a seat wherever you like."

Light went back to reading his book, at least trying to; his classmates were especially loud today.

"Sure thing, the name is Ryuk by the way," Ryuk said out of nowhere.

Light furrowed his brows. He almost looked up at the Shinigami in perplexity. Who was Ryuk talking to? Nobody else could see him. A breath hitched in Light's throat. Could there be another Shinigami in the room, he considered.

"Hey Light," Ryuk began. Light didn't look up at the Shinigami, but he was definitely all ears. "That girl who walked in has a Shinigami." I knew it; could she also have a Death Note? "The Shinigami also told me to tell you that the new girl knows your secret," Ryuk finished. Then the Shinigami began to laugh hysterically.

Light slowly set down his book and took a deep breath. His eyes darkened and he turned around to look at the girl. She was smirking and waving at him. Suddenly that nice smile made Light want to throw up. Stay calm, Light reassured himself. All he had to do was get rid of her after school.

"I'm gonna tell you something you might find interesting. Not because I wanna help you, but because this is something that I've never seen before and it kind of freaks me out. That girl, she…she doesn't actually have a name on her lifespan."

The rest of the day was pretty boring, well not boring, but different. It was weird seeing normal kids interact with each other. Seika just couldn't get over the fact that Kira was actually in her class. What were the odds?

Seika took her time walking. She couldn't talk to Zenma since they were in public, but she had so much to say and she knew Zenma had a lot on his mind as well. Light Yagami, this was going to be interesting. She considered kill him, but after a while she decided against it. It'd be too troublesome staining her hands with the blood of boy people thought was innocent. She'd just continue to let L handle it; he was best suited for it anyway.

"Hey," a voice said from behind her. It was a male voice, and it was unfamiliar. She smirked, I wonder who it is. She turned around to come face to face with Light Yagami.

"Oh, hello, I don't think we've met. I'm Seika Moriyama, you're Light Yagami, right?" She put on her most innocent smile and held out her hand.

"What do want," Light snarled.

"Whatever do you mean Kira, oops I'm mean Light," Seika asked sweetly.

"Keep your voice down," he hissed.

Seika's smirk faded and she gave Light a dull expression. "I think you should be taking your own advice." He twitched and that caused her to grin.

"Seika, it isn't smart to provoke him." Zenma warned. "I know he can't kill you, but this isn't a situation you should be playing around with." Seika ignored the Shinigami; she hated being scolded by Zenma.

"What do you want from me," Light growled.

Seika tapped her chin thoughtfully. What did she want from him? Since she wasn't going to kill him, what was the use in him? "I know, show me your Shinigami."

Light raised his brow at the girl. At the moment he looked more confused than angry. He was quiet for a moment. She assumed he was thinking it over.

"I won't answer any questions you have for me unless you show me your Shinigami," she stated.

For a moment Light thought this over. He could just go inside of his bag and give Seika the spare Death Note page he always carried, so she could see Ryuk, but Light wanted to bring her to his house. It was private and he'd never talk about anything Kira related in public after the Raye Penber situation. Light sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "My notebook is in my house, if you want to see Ryuk, then come with me."

Seika smiled triumphantly. "All right lead the way."

"Just don't talk about this situation in public, at all," he ordered. Seika just rolled her eyes at him as she followed him on his way home.

"You just don't listen," Zenma scolded. Seika simply shrugged and followed behind Light.

The walk was quiet and she didn't mind. All she could think about was what kind of environment Kira was raised in. Judging by the school he went to and how Light looked, he most likely came from a normal family. His parents might be home. She wondered what they were like. He probably came from a family of freaks. They were probably abusive, maybe that was why he killed. Maybe there was a reason Light was taking so many lives and the situation wasn't so black and white. Although, there was still the possibility that he was just crazy.

"We're here," Light announced. He looked in the driveway and noticed that there weren't any cars. "Looks like no one is home," he sounded relieved. He unlocked the door and the two teenagers stepped inside.

Seika looked around the house and she deemed it as normal. It was really clean. The carpets looked as though they had been vacuumed every day. There wasn't a speck of dust in sight. The air feigned a smell of lavender. It was a normal house nothing really stuck out, but it looked perfect for a family. It was the kind of house Seika had always dreamed of living in.

"Are you even listening to me?" Seika's mind snapped back to reality at the sound of Light's voice.

"I'm sorry, what did you say," she asked.

Light eyed her strangely. "I said let's go upstairs to my room."

"Aren't you going to take me to dinner first," Seika joked. Light stared at her blankly, clearly not amused. He rolled his eyes and began to walk upstairs, Seika followed. "So...you're a serial killer with no sense of humor, interesting."

"I have a sense of humor, you're just not funny," Light retorted.

Seika snorted at the boy's response. "Ouch, that stings," she said sarcastically as she clutched her heart dramatically. They stopped in front of a door and Seika could only assume that it was the door to Light's room. He opened the door and held it open for Seika. "For a mass murderer you are quite the gentleman," she teased.

Light rolled his eyes at the girl and sighed. She could tell he was trying his hardest to stay calm. Seika looked around his room and saw that it was very organized. Just like the living room, it was extremely clean. There was nothing in here that would make you suspect that he was a criminal.

Light tossed his bag on his bed and walked over to his desk chair. He opened a drawer and pulled out his Death Note. The teenage boy walked over to Seika and held the notebook out to her. Her eyes briefly scanned the cover. It was written in English, Zenma's was in Japanese. She lightly touched the notebook, and her eyes widened when she saw a clown faced creature hovering near her.

"Hey there, I'm Ryuk," the Shinigami greeted.

Seika tilted her head to the side and began to examine the creature. This was the sixth Shinigami she had seen in her lifetime. There were quite a few residing at her home. "That is not what expected. You're uglier than I imagined," she said simply. She smirked when she heard Zenma chuckle at her remark. Both Light and Ryuk were clearly taken aback by her words. "But I guess you look cool in a weird way."

Seika was slightly surprised when Ryuk laughed. "You're blunt, I like you," the Shinigami said.

"Thank you," Seika replied beaming at the Shinigami. She looked away from Ryuk and directed her gaze to Light. "Since you showed me your Shinigami, I guess it's only fair for me to show you mine. Zen, show yourself," Seika ordered. Zenma sighed in exasperation, but did as he was told. "Can you see him?"

Light stood in a stunned silence. He looked the Shinigami up and down and suddenly Light found it quite hard to breathe. The creature wasn't gruesome like Light imagined, but he looked completely different from Ryuk. The Shinigami had to be at least ten feet tall. Like Ryuk, the Shinigami had hair, long jet black hair that had more length than Light's entire body. He couldn't see the Shinigami's mouth, just his nose and eyes. Zenma's body was wrapped in black bandages like a mummy and they covered his mouth. Light looked at Zenma's large hands for a moment, he had claws, not very long, but they looked like they could rip through flesh without much effort. The most frightening thing about the creature was the black shadow like aura that emitted from his body. "How did you...," Light left the sentence hanging in the air, he couldn't finish.

"How did I get Zen to show himself to you without you having to touch a Death Note," Seika finished. Light merely nodded. "Zenma is one of the older Shinigami. A Shinigami's abilities become greater with age," Seika informed. "Zen doesn't even need a Death Note to kill anyone; he can literally do it mentally now. The coolest thing is that every older Shinigami as a unique ability. Zen can control the weather at will."

Light shot his eyes to Ryuk. "Even I didn't know that," Ryuk said. "That's really interesting."

"Most Shinigami don't know these things, because they're kept secret," Seika explained.

"Seika, you're saying too much," Zenma warned. "These things are kept secret to keep balance."

"Wait a minute," Light began, "so you have a powerful Shinigami by your side and according to Ryuk you don't have a name, so you can't be killed."

Seika smiled at Light. "All those things are correct. So that means you can't get rid of me," Seika said, as she poked his chest playfully.

This can't be happening," he muttered in disbelief. "What is it that you want," Light growled as he swatted her hand away from his chest.

Seika shrugged and smirked. "Nothing in particular; just think of me as a spectator of some sort. I want to see just how this Kira thing plays out. I wanna see how L brings you down."

Before Light could open his mouth to respond, Ryuk spoke. "As much as I'd like to stay, I'd like to talk to Zenma alone, if he doesn't mind."

"Why does it have to be private," Light asked with his arms crossed.

"This is Shinigami business, it has nothing to do with you," Ryuk said; his voice laced with amusement.

Seika disregarded what the Shinigami said. Zenma would just tell her when they talked later at home.

"Fine, Light said, "but don't expect any apples from me."

The Shinigami gasped at Light's words. "Come on Light, don't be so harsh. Fine, I'll tell you after I talk to him, I swear." Seika eyed the two with an intrigued brow raised. What an interesting pair, she examined.

"What is it that you want to talk about," Zenma asked. Seika noticed how he sounded more than irritated. It was either because, they were referring to the Shinigami as Zenma rather than his nickname, or because Seika was inside of Kira's bedroom taunting him. Seika couldn't even blame the Shinigami for being upset. If anyone back home found out Light was Kira, they would've killed him immediately.

"Huh, oh, yeah, how about we go outside," Ryuk suggested.

"Fine," Zenma replied with reluctance. He looked at Seika. "Don't do anything I wouldn't approve of," he ordered. He grimaced when Seika simply smirked at him. He'd deal with her when they got home. The two Shinigami left the room, flying through the wall, leaving Light and Seika alone.

"I can't believe this is happening," Light muttered while running a hand through his hair.

"Why do you just lighten up, Light…pun intended." Seika snickered at her own hilarity. "I am so funny."

"No you aren't," Light snapped. "Can't you just be serious for one second? Why are you doing this," he asked clearly worn out.

Seika's laughter died and she no longer had a smile on her face. She looked at him with an empty yet intense expression. There was something about her that changed right then and there. Looking at her now, it was almost menacing. She looked like she hated him. Like he did something to her and she resented him for it. "I'm doing this because you disgusted me." Light's eyes widened at Seika's response. "I don't understand how you can just kill so mercilessly. Who the hell do you think you are, abusing the power of the Death Note like that? So, I think I should be the one asking you. Why are you doing this?"

Light looked down, his bangs where now covering his eyes, so Seika couldn't see his expression. "It's because I want to rid the world of all evil. That was the responsibility I was given when I received the Death Note. Once I rid the world of all evil…I'll become the God of the New World."

When Light looked up he was wearing a feral grin. Seika grimaced at the sight, she found it disturbing. She's seen that look on different people far too many times. That was the grin of corruption. When she saw that smile she knew that there was no room for redemption.

She let out a condescending huff. "So, it's a god complex, huh. It's tragic really. Such a smart boy with such a stupid dream. I'll do you a favor and crush those idiotic dreams for you. You'll never create this little utopia, so cut it out. You weren't chosen by some higher power to pick up the Death Note, you just happened to be the one to pick it up."

Light crossed his arms and scoffed at the girl. "As if you'd ever understand."

"I don't want to understand. Guys like you piss me off."

Light raised a brow at the girl. "Guys like me? What is that supposed to mean? Just where did you come from, anyway? How is it that you don't have a name?"

Seika took a step closer to Light and gave him her killer smirk. "Don't you know that curiosity killed the cat?"

Light furrowed his brows at the girl. "What are you implying?" Light asked.

She simply shrugged at the boy. "What do you think I'm implying?"

"You've killed people, haven't you? If that is the case then you have no right to judge me," Light said.

Seika snorted, "Unlike you, I'm not a coward who hides behind a book. That's possibly why you don't understand the extent of what you're doing. You've never killed anyone with your own two hands."

Light let out a brief chortle. He was looking at Seika with a small grin and it widened when she grimaced at him. She was quite possibly the biggest hypocrite he had ever met. "You realize that at the end of the day the world would view still the two of us as murderers right? Who cares about the fashion, at the end of the day you and me are one in the same."

Judging by the look on Seika's face, Light clearly struck a nerve. Seika was going to reply but then she heard the door downstairs. "Who's that," Seika asked.

Light sighed heavily, "It's my mother and little sister. Damn it, why couldn't they've came later? Come downstairs with me."

Seika frowned at Light. "Why," she asked.

"I want you to meet them," Light answered. "You said that you were just a spectator, so that means you'll be around often. I need you to meet my family so they won't suspect anything."

Seika was silent for a moment and then let out a sigh. "Fine, I actually wanna meet the people who raised a freak like you." She walked over to Light and opened the door for him. "Ladies first."

Light rolled his eyes at the girl. "You still aren't funny," he muttered. Even though he seemed composed he felt like punching her in her face, the only thing stopping him was the fact that she was a girl and she knew his secret. When she left, he had to find a way to get rid of her. Even if she didn't have a name there had to be a way to use the Death Note to kill her. The pair walked down the steps to see a woman and younger girl.

"Who might this be," the woman asked with a smile.

"This is Seika, she's a friend from school," Light answered.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Sachiko, this is Sayu, Light's little sister," Sachiko introduced. She gave Seika a warm smile. Seika was taken aback by the obvious kindness. Was this really the mother of Kira? They didn't bare much of a resemblance; the young girl beside her did though.

Seika returned an equally warm smile to the woman. "It's nice to meet you too."

"Are you sure she's just a friend," Sayu asked skeptically. Seika looked at the younger girl who had her hands on her hips in disbelief. She had big brown eyes that Seika thought were pretty, but just by looking at her Seika could tell she was like any other annoying younger sibling. "If you two are just friends, then why were you alone in your room, hmm?"

She sure is a lively one, Seika thought. "We were just doing homework, Sayu," Light told the younger girl.

"Yeah, trust me Light isn't my type. He asked me out and I rejected him," Seika said to the younger girl.

"That never happened," Light denied.

"Light, don't you know that's it's impolite to lie in front of your family," Seika teased.

"Don't you know that it's impolite to lie in front of people you just met," Light retorted.

Seika was going to say something back, but didn't when she heard laughter. The two teenagers looked at Sachiko. "I'm sorry," the older woman said through giggles. "Seika, you're a funny one. Light, why didn't you introduce us sooner?"

Seika couldn't help but to smile at the woman. Seika looked down at her watch and frowned. She didn't know when Zenma was coming back and she couldn't spend another moment with Light. She knew if they went back to his room and talked more, she would snap on him. "I have to go, but it was nice meeting you," Seika said.

Light frowned at the girl, not understanding why she was leaving so soon "I'll walk you to the door," he offered.

"It was nice meeting you Seika," Sayu said cheerfully.

"You too," she replied to the girl with a smile. She and Light walked to wards the door and made a stop in front of it.

"Why are you leaving so abruptly, we have more to talk about and aren't you going to wait for Zenma," Light asked.

"Nope," she replied. "We'll talk tomorrow. Besides, Zen is taking too long."

"But-"

"Goodbye Light." she said before leaving his house. She didn't know how to feel about today. She went to school in hopes of experiencing a normal life, but instead she meets Kira. She'd let L handle the situation, but she wonder just how much of a threat Light would be to her.

This is the first chapter of the Revamped Version of Unattainable Dreams. To everybody who read please give me your feedback and I will continue to post. If you have any questions or comments ask in the reviews and I'll answer them. I am always open to constructive criticism.

If you are wondering who Reiji is he's Namikawa of the Yotsuba Group. I liked him so much I decided to make him a significant character in the story. In this story he is a soldier in the Division also posing as a normal human. I hope you like it.

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