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I don't own Death Note. Only my OCs. Other than that, enjoy the Rewrite.
Daughter
The smell of baked cookies filled the kitchen. As Kyoto San had been baking for the children, all day almost. One thing that she noticed, was that Sara hadn't been back after their break.
At the moment she realized that, she began asking the other children for her. After setting the tray to cool down for them to enjoy.
The children seemed at loss, some weren't bothered with her missing or not. Kyoto went around the rooms, looking for Sara. As she was, stumbling with the Warden. Was looked at, up and down like usual.
"What exactly are you doing, Kyoto San?"
Kyoto only looked at her and then at her feet.
"Seems to me that Sara is missing... I'll have to call the cops."
" You'll have to wait hours for that... And another one bites the dust... What a surprise..."
Shaking her head as to blame the brunette, for only taking her eyes off the child for a split second.
"Good thing, you're not a mother yourself."
Was her response to Kyoto. Before she walked in to her office.
The cops told her, at the moment. That it was too soon for a Missing Child report. She was baffled and stuck, now. Sitting there, while looking at the rain pouring hard. There was lightning and thunder. The other children had ran towards her direction to see the rain, themselves.
They were happy and enjoying the scene. A black bird ended up hitting the same window. And she looked up. As it was falling to its death.
She told them, that it was story time. Some children got more cookies as they were already cooled off and glasses of milk. She only smiled at them, as she read to them. ((It's a good... Good thing, you're not a mother yourself...))
Her smile, somewhat faded as those words kept staying in her head. She wanted to cry, because in part. The Warden was right. Several children have gotten lost and never return. Only to be pronounced vanished or dead.
She only looked towards the window. Where Sara liked sitting. When she read to them stories.
Hours became days, now. When suddenly an elderly couple, came and visited.
"Kyoto San."
The voice came from their direction and sounded familiar.
"Sara!"
They ran and hugged one another.
"She was wondering around at night, and we kept her in for a few nights. Hope it wasn't a big deal..."
"Of course not . . Thank you. Thank you, very much."
"We were parents at one point, and didn't want her to stay out in the rain much longer..."
" Thank you, how can I ever repay you?"
" No big deal, really."
She had given them both a hug. Not enough, for what they did to help her out.
"No, I have to repay you, somehow... I know, I'll make some cookies or something special for you. I promise, you'll enjoy them."
She ran off to the kitchen. As she said that.
Sara only smiled.
"Well, go in the kitchen with her... You'll learn to bake, just like you told me, so..."
Kyoto, came back soon, she had some already baking inside the oven. Freshly made, they were almond white chips and pecan chocolate chips. Gave them in a small box, like a gift.
"Oh Dear, really. It was nothing."
" No, enjoy."
The elderly lady looked at Sara one last time.
" I guess this is Good Bye, then."
Sara only gave her, one of her favorite old Japanese children story books. One that these folks probably enjoyed in their own childhood.
"Oh, my... I remember this book when I was a child, myself."
" My... Thank you."
They walked away, and faded. The next day, was going to be busy. But before that, it was movie night. And the children would vote for the one to watch.
Sara noticed something float off into the distance. As she turned her head, it vanished. She thought to herself, it's probably one of the other kids movements while it was dark and the light from the TV, look like glow. She shook it off,like it was nothing to worry about.
She had her notebook and began to doodle.
Kyoto noticed it, in the corner of her eye.
"What's that?"
She asks.
Sara only smiled, it's my doodling book.
Kyoto was confused about it, but wasn't that concerned about it to keep asking other questions.
The movie finished.
And they got up, Sara was the last one there and the last one to leave. Kyoto only wanted to watch a little bit more tv before she went to sleep. But she noticed that Sara was standing in the Hall. Now, she got concerned.
"Sara, is there something wrong?"
Sara was silent.
"I know, that's you're there. Answer me."
Sara walked in slowly.
Kyoto watched her come in.
"What's wrong, sweetie?"
As she made her a gesture to have her sit right next to her on the floor.
"Nothing."
"Well, I might as well tell you this, now... When you were brought back, by the elderly couple... As you went to your room... A younger couple, came to stop by. I had given them a brief explanation of each of you. And they really want to meet you. Out of all... That's why, it will be busy tomorrow. I want what's best, and they seemed fitting. Both are University Graduates, in Japan. Living here for over five years, now. Studied and mastered Japanese. Traveled the World for a bit... Point is, they're fitting, because they're both intelligent as you are. And I see a good future ahead of this place. And frankly you shouldn't be stuck here til eighteen. So, tell me... What's wrong at the moment, I don't want to regret my words."
"Nothing. I just wanted to let you know, that you're always going to be my Mom."
"Ah, so, you did hear the conversation?"
"I knew it... Well, Sara. . That's not a reason to be upset..."
"But I don't want them as parents."
Looking up at her with tears now.
Kyoto sighed.
"I promise, it will be a rough start for you... But it will get better. That I'm sure about."
They were on the News, as this conversation was going.
Sara looked at this particular man. Who had people at gun point in some store.
She nodded. Secretly having his name written, as Kyoto kept yapping on.
"Okay, are we good, now?"
Kyoto asks as she noticed Sara just get up off the floor. She only looked up at the woman. Gave a nod.
"Yes. "
However, her face, was unhappy. She didn't want to go.
She left, and Kyoto kept her eyes on the TV for a little longer. When suddenly the man collapses.
Kyoto gasped.
"Kira!"
The next morning, was like no other. The couple came around, after Breakfast hour at the Orphanage. Several other children were being adopted at the same day, different times.
Sara ate only half of what was on her plate. She looked up at the ceiling and at the window right after. It was a sunny day. Despite the rain fall, for days. And it wasn't even December yet, they loved the snow. And even on the sunny day, everything seemed gloomy.
One of the plates, fell off the holder drier box where the wet plates and cups were before being placed in cabinets. And it broke. It shocked her, turned around fast and didn't see nor hear footsteps.
She went to her room, as nobody came around to notify her anything. As she went up, she felt cold. It was unusual, but she kept going to her bedroom.
She walked in, and nothing seems off. Which was good, she wanted to read or draw for the moment. She got one of her favorite books. At this, she got a hold of the Death Note, along with it. And figured, she might as well just flip through it. Because it amazed her what happened that day.
She saw three names, the three men died right in front of her eyes. And how the black notebook just fell to the ground, just like that. And how the notebook flipped on its own, once it landed.
And suddenly, the closet space opened, a once bitten apple rolling out. She lights up, and saw the dark closet space. When suddenly.
"Amazing, isn't it?"
She turned over to the sound of the voice.
One, she have never heard before.
She screamed, hiding under her blanket in panic. Feeling her heart pounding, nearly to pop out her chest.
He chuckles at this.
Taking the notebook off the bed. As to read off her own work on it.
"Not bad. .. Never imagined this..."
As he places it back on the bed, ever so lightly.
The door had a knock. She peered out. He faced at the door.
"Are you okay?"
The door was locked, which was unusual.
"Sara?!"
She screamed once again.
Sara looked at him.
"Yes..."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
He was looking back and forth.
"I'm Ryuk, by the way."
She was giving him the notebook at his direction.
"Take it! Take it and go away!"
With tears pouring out her eyes.
Ryuk actually felt bad for scaring the poor girl, nearly to the state of giving her a heart attack.
"I don't want it."
"But it's yours, correct? You came back for it... That's why you're here."
"I don't want it back... I am the original owner, yes. But it belongs to you, now. "
"Then what do you want? My soul?"
He paused for a sec longer.
"Once a Human owns a notebook like these, a Shinigami must stick with said human, til that human dies."
She looked at him, still a bit terrified.
"Besides, I'm your guide, so to speak. Think of me as a friend."
She held the notebook and looked at it.
"What will happen to me?"
"Nothing. All I can say is, you've been doing well. Think about this... Say, like that guy... How many people did you save, in just that one name? You prevented a mass shoot out... Imagine how much more people, you can defend at this rate. Many innocent people die, because bad people exist. You have said it yourself before."
She only looked at him.
"You think, I didn't hear your opinions... I think, you're brave. Even at your young age. You see the person for what they are. A good sense of character... Just like your Father-"
"Sara, I'm back... Open the door, please..."
She looked at the door, and forgotten to even unlock it ever since.
"It's okay, open it."
She looked at him, with a cautious look in her eyes. And hopped off the bed, slowly reaching the door.
"I brought you some apples."
Sara had somewhat of a shock in her face.
She turned over to see Ryuk, and right back at Kyoto.
(She can't see him...)
Kyoto, only smiled a bit. Because Sara's adoptive parents were already here doing the signing and final finish to take her to their home.
Today was also, her 7th birthday.
"Happy Birthday, Kiddo."
Sara had forgotten about her own birthday.
"Ah, and speaking of gifts, your parents are here and they'll take you home, before the day ends."
Sara's small smile faded as the words came out of Kyoto San mouth.
To the point where she wanted to cry.
"I promise, it will get better... Sweetie... Don't cry, okay. Because you'll make me cry, please be good. "
(Be good...)
She closes the door behind her.
"That went well."
Ryuk replied to the scene like it were a drama sketch.
"You don't get it... Kyoto San is my mom."
"No, she's not."
"Yes she is."
She sniffed.
"I know she's not."
Ryuk wasn't really good at consoling anyone. But this actually kind a moved him, emotionally.
Sara looked at the window.
"I guess, I better pack what I can take from here... Like my books and this thing."
Ryuk, felt like helping a bit. And the bag began to feel heavy.
"I think, you should leave some of these books here. This is too heavy for you to carry."
"But I like those books. "
Ryuk nearly wanted to slam a book on his face.
"You can only take a few. Pick your most favorite. Because I won't be able to help you."
She looked at him. She felt, anxious. Never in her life, has anyone raised their voice at her til now. Okay, maybe except the Warden. But other than that, nobody, til now.
She wanted to cry.
"No, crying."
She held the tears. And picked what she felt was best for the moment. Leaving the other books behind. They were old, and the covers were coming off in bits. So, she could always change to electric formats. That's what got Ryuk, a bit pricky. He knows of the technology. And sees hard covers as a past and useless hobby, at this point.
They both stood there, by the main door, down the stairway. And she looked up at them, they were noticably American. Both had smiles on their face. As she greeted them, in her only language. They spoke fluently in Japanese, in response. And she wasn't sure what made her fear this as much.
The home, they got to. The one they been living in since their Marriage. Was small, but enough to fit four people. But instead of someone else, they decided to obtain a puppy.
She named him, Max. It was named after, Mr. Wilson's late dog.
That same night, for dinner. They had brought out a cake, and shared it; among the three of them.
The next day, was a Mr. Wilson's day off, so he took out his family to the Amusement Park, not that far from the house. As much as Sara wanted to take Max with them, it wasn't allowed. So, she felt sad for the puppy being alone in the house all day. Apparently, they Mrs., decided to hire a Dog Sitter. Made her daughter feel a lot better. As they waved goodbye, at the ride there.
As they came, however. The pup was fully sound asleep.
Eventually, Sara was going to start school in Public place. With other students. She wasn't so fond of that. But Mrs. Wilson was busy as a work at home, Mother and had her Baking Career as well. That it was kind a hard for her to push it in. And it would help make friends, compared to teaching her at home.
At the Bell, everyone seemed to run to their classes. She walked slowly down the Halls. Not really thinking much of it, and only spoke a few words. As a shy girl, that she was.
"Good Morning, Class. This is our new student today. Her name is Sara Y. Wilson. So, please be nice and make her feel welcomed."
Ryuk was looking around, looking then at the nice and sexy, possible MILF in secret; teacher.
"Take a seat, right over there."
Pointing, at the only spot available, near the window.
She wasn't upset, because the sun rays would light the scene.
There was a call, for an opportunity to move to New York, in America. For Mr. Wilson. So they had to pack, after they found a nice apartment.
It was around three months after, Sara made a friend. But alas, they had to move.
Mariko Chan really wanted Sara to stay. Even offered her a room at her house, because her parents didn't want another baby.
"So, sorry. But Sara won't be able to stay here."
Thinking to himself, as he was trying to not sound rude, by what he wanted to say.
At this, they arrived in New York. And went to see the City. It was a Saturday, so no school. And a day off for him of course.
The Mrs. Decided to bring her Bakery Business here, as an expansion. Her faithful cilents in Japan, kept requesting cakes and whatever else, that she could make for them for special occasions. So, she made sure to get her degree, and License to be able to teach Sara at home; instead.
But she was still going for the mean time. Because again, needs to make friends with children her age. Have her get out her shell.
Ryuk even muttered, when they first gotten there.
"Ah the Big Apple."
Hyuk hyuk.
She threw an apple up high, and Ryuk caught it. Eating it rapidly. As she sat there, on the chair doing her homework.
The Mrs. was focused on the preparation of the Dinner. Since her Dearest was coming home soon, from work.
Sara took a bite, off a celery stick. Before being served, a plate of spaghetti. She was part Italian, so, her main meals were Italian more than anything. Perfected, just like her mother made and grandma, so on. Unlike your neighborly Olive Garden. She would laugh, when ever someone requested to eat out and that place came to mind as an option.
Sara loved the spaghetti, her favorite was the squash kind, though. But the noodle one, was great as well. And the side of butter bread was tasty. She baked the bread herself. Never store bought, pre made crap, no.
Ryuk, thought other food was tasty, but never would eat it.
One afternoon, thereafter. After school, the Mrs. went to pick her up from school like usual. Just like any ordinary day, been like this for a few months since they moved here.
"Ugh the people... Now I remember why, I didn't want to come back."
They spoke in Japanese, with each other. That way, must people wouldn't know what they spoke of.
"Japan is filled, too."
Was Sara's response to that. Which was true. Just that in New York, they would beat you up, just for looking at them in a wrong way.
Anyway, as they were coming back from the Market to get what she needed to make something that she's never done before. Needed her missing ingredients for it. Which was less than five items.
The bus was packed with people. You had to stand, and hold the cord to be able to stay standing or else trip the heck over and land on someone's lap.
She held Sara's hand, with firmness.
She even had to tell several people, that this was in fact her adopted daughter. And they shook their heads at her in disbelief.
One things for sure, as they were on their way home. She caught a man glaring at Sara, ever since they got on.
It was becoming, annoying. No, more than just annoying. It became creepy, and possibly the man had bad intentions.
She even turned her body in a way to keep Sara away from his sight, a few times. But he would look up at her, in an angrily manner. If his eyes were daggers, he would've stabbed her right then and there.
He however, pretended it didn't matter. As they got off, the closet stop possible.
"RUN!"
She told her, and Sara ran. Sara, despite being young, knew something wasn't right with that man.
Mrs. Wilson went running as well. The man Actually did get out the same stop. But went the opposite direction, to speak.
She caught up her breath. Her heart pounding, as she wasn't still convinced enough. She looked all over the door, and once inside, peered out the window.
Ryuk, knew something was up, but didn't want to tell just yet.
Because it was now, an hour since the accident.
And Sara was flipping her book. When Ryuk had the urge to look outside. Like a dog, that sniffs around everywhere.
He caught a figure standing right outside. Next to a telephone pole. Ryuk knows only Sara can see him, yet he felt the figure glare right at him.
He turned an left. Made Ryuk, float away the window. Sara was trying to pronounce several words in English.
Ryuk assumed it is a stalker, of one of them or even by a previous owner. And the guy just so happens to still be coming around. He just never had noticed him before, til recently.
Or a mere coincidence.
Whichever shall it be, Ryuk was silent about it.
Eventually, it became a habit, for this guy. And the Police were notified, but did nothing. Since the man, didn't touch neither her nor her child. Thus, all they did was walk away.
Wilson shook his head in response.
"Have you finished your course, yet?"
She then looks up at him.
Unfortunately, I need a few more months.
It was, was close to fall of the following year, since that accident. The man somewhat wasn't appearing. A sigh of relief, came from them, when they didn't notice him.
He was caught with theft and was locked up. When they went for answers other that. And it appeared in their very eyes.
Not long after, it was November, once again. November 3rd. Sara's eighth birthdate.
Her mother, took all day Sunday. To make her a special cake. She was with her father playing in the park, before coming home.
Ryuk, noticed that Sara wasn't really focused on the notebook, despite only writing a few names down.
That was it. Ryuk was even thinking of going back home, but he had to tell her goodbye.
She was happy when she the saw cake. It was different, from last year. It was covered in creamy chocolate, with blueberry jelly inside. Vanilla and white chocolate flavor.
Skipping Dinner, just to take a quick bite.
Ryuk, was happy when she was happy.
He looked up and wondered if Light thought the same. Because Light neglected her from the start.
Anywho, she didn't expect this to be their last time, together. Ever.
Her mother, must've been busy. She thought, as she walked slowly, like with caution. Down the streets. She had no fair money. Or so she thought. Til she digged, and saw like a dollar a a few 25 cent coins.
"A dollar fifty."
Mumbled Ryuk.
She still walked more than half way, kind a no reason to pick up the bus, now. Since you're practically close to the closet bus stop sign next to your home.
She put the money back, and figure, tomorrow. Yeah tommorow for sure.
"My mom, never forgets."
She told herself, nearly crying. She was scared of walking by herself.
As she got to the door. She noticed something was off with the door.
It was left opened. But not wide open, like a tad bit. She eventually pushed it open, slowly. There were papers all over the Hall center. Next to the wooden tables, the mirror that hung on top of one. That was on the wall, was now shattered on the wooden floor.
What looked like red drops, small rain drop kind ones, stained the glass pieces.
She looked in shock. This was so weird. Her heart was pounding fast, and her head screaming at her to get out of here. Despite being her own home.
She wanted to run, but her feet stayed planted.
She eventually kept going on, and made her way to the living room.
Dad was on the sofa. Head covered with a pillow. Like as someone had suffocated him with it. She didn't even touch the pillow. She saw blood, lots of blood stains. His neck was visible to her. It was slashed, that's where most of the blood was draining out from.
She jumped when she noticed, but didn't yell. She was panicking, but was a quiet type. She felt sick to her stomach.
She then screamed, mom.
Frantically, ran upstairs. She opened their bedroom, door. Noticed mother lay there, lifeless.
She had bruises all over her naked body, cuts and bleed to death as well apparently. Ryuk covered her eyes this time. And to think, he was about to say Goodbye.
She cried, next to the bed. Shits got too real. In a nice neighborhood.
"Who?"
She kept asking, frantically. Her body shaking, as she covered her head like a child would when warned of a earthquake.
Ryuk, then.
"Remember your notebook."
Handing it over to her.
She held it, sniffing.
"Remember what I've been telling you all this time."
She looked at him. Gave him the answer.
Placing his fingers on to her eyes.
The door swung open.
The man chuckled.
"I've waited so long, for this moment. You little bitch."
He ripped off the notebook, he spotted from her hands. When he noticed Ryuk, standing over her.
She had tears throughout the moment.
Noticed his name.
As he jumped, at the sight of the thing.
"Nice to meet you, too. I'm Ryuk."
He chuckled, at the fear on the man's face.
He let go of the notebook and ran for it.
"Fuck this shit."
She picked it up, quickly.
As he was getting away.
It was early evening. And kids were still playing outside and their moms looking over them.
The man, sprang out the main door, as a car was passing by and hits him hard. Smashing his head, on the pavement.
The car front, splashed with fresh blood. As the old man, stopped and hopped out his car.
The neighbors that saw it, and the children there, most likely to get traumatized over this. Watched in horror, as the blood spilled out to the curve.
The police came as they were notified by this event.
Sara stood by the stairs, main entrance door. And looked over the side.
She had a mean look. The type that was revengeful. Spiteful.
Her eyes glowing crimson.
"Nobody takes what is mine. Without paying it back."