Death Note fanfic: Dream Child

Mkays this is the first fanfic, suh... Be easy on me. Not a oneshot, btways. Will have more chapters.

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Hazel Carter was 18 and pregnant when she died at the hands of a previously dormant Shinigami and a drunken thug. Just before death takes her, she remembers the legend of the Dream Children, and uses it to give life to her child.

Jet finds herself alone in the world, with no real name, and sets out to survive on her own, committing small-time crimes for food and money. When Kira's hold grips the city in which she lives, the crime rates drop so low that a small crime of shoplifting gone wrong is mentioned on the news, along with the Kira case. Kira proceeds to try and wipe her face off the earth. One problem. She wont die.

Can the rogue be the end of Kira?

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The Shinigami drifted away from the scene of Hazel's death, leaving the drunken thug to stumble away, sensing daybreak is near.
In one of the shinigami's large hands, the Death Note is grasped. It had been a long time since a name was written down in it, but once Mirren had heard the rumour that a shinigami can be killed easier when they are dormant for too long, he had sprung into action. The long years of gambling away all the goods he owned- such as apples, which his gambling friend Ryuk had often liked- had become boring and monotonous long before he had decided to write a name down in his Note. More than once had he complained of the bore each game presented after it had been played thoroughly to excess. Interesting games were few and far between, when the same things were being betted and the same games were being played.
Mirren could tell you every rule of hundereds of card games, some dating back far before the time of Jesus Christ. Gambling isn't a recent craze, you know.

The shinigami were under the expression that pregnant women would give you more strength than women who were not impregnated or men, so when Hazel had discovered her pregnancy in the (unknown) presence of Mirren, he had begun plotting straight away. He wanted something dramatic for his first death, so he put thought into it.
He had kept a close eye on her for a few hours, plotting away, and had finally come up with a master plan. He would make her go to her boyfriend's house to tell him, and he would be horrified. So she would break up with him and run from his house, in the dark of the night, and into the alleyways which were inhabited by drunken thugs and whores. A thug would approach her and threaten to rape her, and when she lashed out at him when he grasped her breasts, he would stab her, and leave her to die in an alleyway.

Something about this death was strange though. Not that Mirren had much experience in what humans were like in their time of death, he was not sure that what had happened with this woman was normal. She had dragged herself into a desolate alley and sobbed into her sleeve before suddenly seeming to concentrate, brow furrowing, and then she had just went unconscious. Asleep, not dead. And an expression of longing had been plastered to her pained features. It was sight, to say the least. When at last she heaved her last breath and her pretty azure eyes glazed overbeneath her lids, the shinigami moved away, the thug running, realising what he had done.
His first death had went well. It was time to plan another.

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In the distance, not so far away, but out of the maze of the alleyways, a small baby girl screamed out into the breaking dawn, flailing it's stubby limbs in the cold morning air. The village was silent before the shriek had ripped out into the air, and many seeked to silence it. But that honour would not be theirs, as a small-time criminal raced up the mucky road, escaping from the scene of their last crime. When they had heard the cries, they had determined the direction and sped towards it. About 5 minutes later, the tall man had skidded to a halt in front of the bare child and stared down at it, the clogs in his brain ticking.
His wife could not concieve a child, and wanted one dearly. Perhaps this would make her happy? He peered around. Surely no real self-respecting parent would leave their newborn child out on the streets on a cold February morning, when the frost was beginning to bite at everyone's toes? No, of course not, he assure himself, picking the pink bundle of flesh up into his arms and stealing away into the last scraps of the night. Perhaps, he prayed wistfully, this will shut that moany cow up. Maybe the baby while quieten down soon too.

20 minutes later
"Freya, darling? Look what I found out on the street when I was gettin' away from the last crime?" A muffled huff came from the kitchen and stumpy woman stormed through the door, the frame shuddering as the wood connected with the table behind it.
"It better not be another rabid mouse, Richard, or you're gonna be sleepingn outside!" She snapped, stepping forward to inspect the bundle in his arms warily. When she saw the little pink child she gasped and looked at her husband, have fearfully, half thankfully.
"I thought, since we can't have our own and she was out on the street on her own, we could look after her. Maybe that would make you happy, so you'd stop whining like a hormonal teenager." A sharp slap jerked his head from the side, but when he looked at his wife again he found her staring at the little girl.
"I never thought I'd see this. I didn't think it was true. But look at that scar!" She exclaimed, pointing to the hairline web with glowed royal blue in the dim lighting. A scar.
"Never thought what was true? That you'd see what?"
"Rich, this is a dream child!" The woman cried, throwing her hands in the air fitfully, before taking the restless child from his arms. "We can only look after her till she's around 7, 'cause when they are able they cannot be kept. They're dangerous if they are. Or that's how the legend goes. But until then, we'll look after her." Finality rang in her tone and it was settled. The dream child, Hazel Carter's daughter, would be looked after.

Or at least, for a while.
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Hope that was okay. The first chapter's was boring, but it'll get better. I swear!
Next Chapter soon. Reviews are welcome. :D
Oh, and you'll start getting the Death Note stuff soon. It's just starting like this. Promise. And cookies. Mkays, buhbyes :3