-Scratches head- I'm not really sure where this plot bunny sprang out from 'cuz this sure is a far cry from my normal writing. Haha, I know that the story is a bit confusing and feel free to ask any questions. Though I have to wonder, will anyone read an entirely Sayu-centric story?

This takes place after Raito's death.

Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note.

Summary: I have changed. Who I was then, is not who I am now.

Without further ado, please enjoy.

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My name is Yagami Sayu, I was only fifteen.

Fifteen.

I remember a time when I couldn't wait until I got older, even counting off the days on my calendar. I would be on edge for days, just waiting for that day when I would finally be a year older.

I was young.

I was naïve.

I believed what I wanted to believe and saw only what I wanted to see. Perhaps I saw the signs, oh, but my foolish young mind did not grasp the gravity of the situation. Perhaps if I had seen, I could have prevented what had happened.

But I did not wish to see. Blinded willingly, I did not see the monster that tore my family apart.

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I was only fifteen when I was brutally murdered by my own brother's hands.

I guess saying 'murdered' is laying it kind of thick. But figuratively, it makes sense. Ironically, my brother had never laid a hand on me. Isn't it amusing? He had never harmed me physically yet it was by his hand that I died.

I do apologize, I tend to not make sense sometimes. I should really start at the beginning. Have you heard about Kira? I see that you do. There are few who do not know of him. How does this pertain to my 'murder?'

Kira was my brother. It still feels strange saying that, no matter how many times I say it, it just sounds wrong. Because who would have ever thought that Raito, genius, pride and joy of the family, Mr. Popular, Golden Boy, would be a mass-murderer in his spare time?

Due to his plan to "purge" the world of evil, our father had been killed. After that, my mother spiraled into depression and one day ended her own life. I found her in the kitchen just lying there when I came home from school. I did not scream or cry, why would I? She was gone. Everyone was gone. I do seem callous to death don't I? I believe if this had happened about a year before, then I would have screamed, cried, and grieved for my mother. But who I was then, is not who I am now.

I think that is partly due to the fact that I think of myself to have died the day that my mother was laid to rest. I became a husk of my old self, never fully able to slip back into the happy persona I had. How could I? My father had died, my mother had committed suicide, and my brother had been a mass-murderer.

Oh, Raito. He had a beautiful future ahead of him yet he threw it all away for an impossible dream. Even he knew it to be impossible and I believe that is, in the end, what drove him mad. His mind became twisted and corrupted, unable to see the line he had crossed by dealing with the Death Note.

A soft knock pulled me from my musings.

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It's 6:30 p.m., Wednesday.

"Yagami-san?" a pretty nurse tentatively approaches me.

I turn, and she gets a blank stare in response.

She takes a deep breath and says, "You have a visitor." When I do not speak, she sighs, "I'll tell them to come in." She waves the person inside and closes the door.

I have tried to ignore him many times in the past but have long given up. He comes by every Wednesday, same time.

"Hello Sayu."

I shift my eyes from the white wall of my cell and turn my gaze to the speaker.

Standing face to face with my murderer, I smirked.

"Raito."

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*Sweatdrop* Err.. What? Reviews are appreciated. xD