Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note and definitely not Ryuzaki or his popstar nickname, Hideki Ryuga.
A/N: I think I've failed at writing something sad. Please review.
There came the usual cry for help, which, in that household didn't mean much of anything. The weak scream had come from a young girl, nearly fifteen, being assaulted in more ways than one. The piercing screams went unnoticed, for the young girl was drowning in the moment, literally. He was pushing her, beating her, into the bathroom walls. He was killing her with words and throwing his fists in any place unguarded by her arms. It didn't matter that she was suffering, because for the record, he didn't care. He thought she deserved it, and that was all that he kept in his mind.
"Go," he said, not allowing the situation to get any worse.
She obeyed shakily and ran for the door. She fumbled for her backpack that lay on the floor before walking hurriedly outside.
Just outside the towering home, behind the leaves of a dying oak tree, was a young, confused teenage boy. He refused to question her, as much as he'd wanted to. She looked desperate for something other than the tears that covered her cheeks, disappearing into nothing. He wouldn't ask what was wrong, but he felt the need to cheer her up, and that was the first thing on his to-do list that day.
He stood up from the spot where he'd been crouching and stumbled as he stood. He followed the girl with safe distance, not wanting to seem like a stalker(though what he was doing could be considered stalker-ish). He frowned at the sight of her falling to her knees, shaking, and ran over to her.
"Are you alright?" he asked, holding out his hand to the girl.
She said nothing, but took his hand. Hers were shaking furiously, he noticed, but that only caused him to hold onto them tighter. Once she was able to stand she thanked him, asking simply his name. His response was hesitant, for he didn't know what he should say.
"Ryuga," he said plainly.
The girl had heard his name in class one day, but she'd never met him in person. His first name was Hideki, she thought, though she wasn't sure if she was correct. She replied to him with her name, barely able to say it.
"I'm Sami," she said, holding out her hand for him to shake.
"Sammy?" he said, mispronouncing her name. It isn't very common in Japan, is it?
"No, no," she corrected, "Sah-mee."
He nodded in apology, or that's how Sami took it.
Together they found themselves outside the school. They must have been walking just as fast as they'd been speaking, because the time for life stories was over. Sami had to go to her classes, which she wouldn't mind living in sometimes. It beat living at home with her psychopath of a father. She waved to the Mr. Ryuga and he returned it as they turned into opposite classrooms.
Sami smiled to herself, something she hadn't done in a while, because she thought she'd made a friend. He wasn't very talkative, but she had to start somewhere!
