Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note, but I do own Rose
Chapter 1: Meeting for the Second Time
Rose stood in front of the two tomb stones; flowers in her hand. She had come here everyday for three months. The first tomb stone read "Mihael Keehl, 1989-2010, R.I.P." The second, "Mail Jeevas, 1990-2010, R.I.P." The words were burned into the girl's memory. It was 12 days after her birthday that he had died. She had just turned 18, and a month and one day before that he had turned 20. She could feel the tears stinging at the corners of her eyes. She mournfully set the flowers on the grave and dusted off the tomb.
"Hey you!" she heard someone call. She stood and turned to find a girl no older than her standing about two yards away from her. In an instant, she heard a bang and felt a pain in her chest. Three more bangs were heard, and pain shot into her shoulder, her stomach and her leg. She toppled over onto the grass. As she lied on the ground, she looked up at her murderer, knowing why she was killed. She closed her eyes and let death embrace her…
What she didn't know at the time was that on her birthday, four years later, she was born again. Not only that, but she was reborn as the exact same person she had died as; same name, same blood type and same appearance. At the early age of three, she was extremely talented and told stories. But they weren't just stories; the thing was, she had remembered everything from her past life. No one believed these stories, but she knew they were true. Her mother, Eliza, wasn't quite sure she believed her daughter. But she often told these stories to her friend from Russia, Aglaii. Interestingly enough, her son told very similar stories. They decided that it was time that their children should meet.
"When are they going to get here?" Rose asked, holding her mother's hand as they waited at the airport.
"They should be here any minuet now, Rose. You need to be patient," Eliza said as she looked around. As soon as she finished saying these words, she saw the vibrantly blond hair of her friend. "Aglaii! Over here!" she called waving her arm. The woman went over to where she was called, bags in one hand, a small child's hand in the other.
"Eliza, my good friend, it's so nice to finally see you," the blond woman said as she set down her bag to hold her friend's hand.
"I feel the same way, Aglaii. You're even more beautiful in person," Eliza said with a smile, causing Aglaii to blush. "Oh! Introductions! Aglaii, this is my daughter, Rose. Rose, this is my good friend Aglaii." Rose hid a little behind her mother's leg.
"What a beautiful looking child. She is going to become a very beautiful woman when she grows up," Aglaii said with a grin as she crouched down to look at the little girl. She then turned a little behind her and said something in Russian and tugged the hand that was in hers. A little blond boy appeared from behind her, his chin length hair curved in to frame his face.
"Eliza, Rose, this is my son Mihael," she said before turning to her son and saying something else in Russian, probably introducing the two to him. He didn't seem to be paying attention to what she was saying, he was more focused on Rose. The two smiled at each other. They approached each other and hugged one another as if they had been friends for a very long time. Both of the mothers were startled, to say the least.
When they separated, they held hands and looked up at their mothers, smiling warmly.
"It seems like our children will get along very well," Aglaii said looking down at the two. Eliza nodded before taking Rose's free hand, her friend following suit with her son. They walked out of the air port, bags in hand and went to the car. The little kids went into the back seat and helped each other buckle their seat belts, while the adults got into the front seat.
"Did you notice how they looked when they saw each other?" Aglaii asked Eliza as she sat in the passenger seat.
"I didn't, did they look different?" Eliza asked as she drove.
"When they looked at each other, they didn't look like they were meeting for the first time. They had an expression that said, 'Oh, there you are.' Like they were separated for a long time and they finally found each other," the blond woman explained.
"I hadn't noticed that. But it would explain why they hugged each other… Maybe their stories are true, and maybe in their past lives they were together. At the very least they were really good friends," Eliza said, thinking about the stories Rose had told her. Meanwhile, Mihael and Rose were talking to each other.
"I'm happy we found each other again, Mihael. I was worried that I might never see you again," Rose said as she continued to hold the blond boy's hand.
"I knew we would meet again, Rose. I just didn't think we'd be so young," he said with a smile, his English wasn't as good as he would have liked.
"Do you want me to call you Mello or Mihael?" the little girl asked softly. The blond shook his head.
"Unless I become an orphan again, I'm going to stay as Mihael," he replied, squeezing his friend's hand. They sat in silence for a moment.
"Does it startle you too? When you look in the mirror and see a little kid instead of an adult?" Rose asked. This time, the blond nodded.
"I'm startled when I wake up to find myself in a little kid's room rather than my other one," Mihael said as he kicked his feet.
"My room has always looked the way it does now. Big, white and lots of comfy things," the little girl responded. They continue talking like this until they noticed the adults had stopped talking. Mihael had a feeling that they were eavesdropping.
"Listening in on other people's conversations is rude," Rose said to her mom when her friend told her his feeling. Both of the adults apologized and went back to talking to one another.