I Don't Own Death Note. [ Original story from the manga writers ]

I Do However, Reserve My Rights On This OC.

If I did, Misa would've died early.

Light would have never been caught.

And everyone would have been happy happy, joy joy.

Chapter I

Daughter

Ryuk noticed that a shinigami has faded away. As he looked out his window. He got up, and noticed who it had been.

One of the most beautiful shinigami, that he had ever laid eyes on. To save a child. Which may of been, her daughter.

He then remembered. Everything that she had told him, when she had became the temporary owner.

Light went to find Ryuk, again. " Ryuk, what happened? "

"Light..." In a dry reply.

"Yeah?..."

"Did you even know that you had a daughter? "

Pointing in to The Glance, as the child was walking through a muddy forest. Drenched in rain. As it poured, after a fire up roar.

Light looked away. As Ryuk, looked at him with sorrow filled eyes. Yup, Ryuk most definitely was human; at some point. Just like everybody else here, except for the Shinigami King.

That is why, he hardly knew anything. When he was asked by Light.

"Light, has no sympathy for said child, is it not?"

Light sighed. He did not want anyone in his life, anymore.

His sister died, after the Mello accident. He then, lost his father. Due to Mello, again. Eventually, he couldn't have to lose Kiyomi. And it was risky. He had to get her off the way. His mother grew sick, and eventually died off, as well.

Light saw, Ryuk one last time. As he fades off into the mist. Ryuk picked up her Death Note. As it now, belongs to that child. To whom she had saved.

The child, ends up welcomed by an elderly couple. Once she got close, to ask for bread.

As they had a empty room. They had her spend the night there. It was dark. The floor creaked. And so it seemed like. They still left the room the way their daughter left it. Because it had toys, and a bed filled with teddies and a giraffe.

The elderly woman, said. That her daughter was as the same age as Sara, when she passed away. And they kept the things, as a way to remember her by.

As promised, Ryuk noticed that the child was now alone. He throws the notebook into the room.

It landed on, face down. But as she noticed it. It flipped open. To where the names of those three men, was written on.

Three men, followed her. But the others got a hold of the others in the Orphanage.

Rodger, who had taken over after Watari. Died defending the kids. He had found a place, in his crummy heart. For them, after all. It seemed. Even when they made him mad.

Once the fire had broke out. Sara could no longer look back. To see if anyone else, had made out alive.

Blood had stained her dress. And the elderly woman, wanted to ask her; what had she done? However, she just couldn't do it. Maybe an mishap.

.~.~.~.~.~.~.~

"I'm Ryuk."

As the child jumped, onto the bed. To hide.

"Ta- Take it! Take it, and go away!" With tremble on her voice.

Ryuk, took away the sheet from her face.

"Don't cover your face. You won't be able to breathe."

She looked at him. "You came for this?"

"That is your notebook. Keep it." As he pointed at it.

"Mine?" As she sat to listen to him.

.~.~.~.~.~.~

"Your mother never abandoned you. She had to keep you away from Lig-... Your father."

Sara, had stopped crying.

And, her new mother had gotten up to check what was going on.

Ryuk, had not shown himself to her, till a week later. She wrote down her name, in case she ever lost it. It was only her first name. Second, suicide was not acceptable for the Shinigami King.

She looked at her. "I'm okay."

Ryuk waited as the woman, turned and left. Sara looked at him.

"Will, I ever see her again? ... If I die?"

Ryuk, did not want to give her the actual answer, just yet. She was just too innocent.

"Tell you what. She will always be in your heart. Wherever you go."

Ryuk looked forward to take care of Sara as if she were his daughter.

After all, she reminded him. Of his sister. Each time, it killed him a little to think.

He didn't produce tears, therefore couldn't cry. Shinigami eye sockets were dry.

And at that, he kept memories locked up.

Locked up.

Into a Heart Shaped Box.

Author's Note- I changed it. Yay. I am so happy. That I found a different solution. This time, there may be some character changes, too. I did not like how my third chapter was just too sloppy and low. I don't know what came over me, other then over time and the heat of summer. It just kills me. Gahhh. Any who. Enjoy.

Chapter II Shall be on its way. Enjoy. :)