I do not own Death Note. Raye is not in Japan for the kira case right now. He's there for...um...maybe he's visiting his future in laws haha! xD
Preface:
Naomi Misora looked over the files from the Los Angelas BB murder case. It had been 2 months since she had even thought about the case. She remembered how Ryuzaki, or "B", had helped her solve everything. Including personal issues, which wasn't recorded in the files. She had been having problems with Raye shortly before the LABBMC. He was always pushing her career away, and sometimes she suspected another girl. However, she knew that Raye was a loyal boyfriend, and soon to be husband. Instead, it was her that had been unloyal. She had regretted what she had done, every second after, but she couldn't change the past.
She had slept with him.
It seemed like her only way out at the time, as if she had no other choice. And now she feared that she might be pregnant. It was a scary thought, having the child of a killer. What would they turn out like? A freak, an oddball child with his black hair and black eyes, that sometimes seemed red, as crazy as that sounds.
What she needed to focus on was the fact that she would have to tell Raye. She bit her lip.
'What am I going to do?' she thought.
She picks up her phone and dialed Raye's number. He answered on the 2nd ring.
"Hey Naomi. What's up?" he answers.
"Umm...I just called to...well I called..."
He waited a few moments for her to respond. When he got nothing, he grew anxious for his fiancee.
"Naomi? Are you there, sweetheart?"
"I just called to tell you...Raye we need to talk."
"Okay, sweetheart. As soon as I get back from Japan-"
"I know...I'll see you soon, I love you."
"Yeah, I I love you too..."
She snapped the phone shut before he could ask what was wrong. She knew he would, and he would find out as soon as he was back in the states with her.
She sighed, and grabbed her car keys. She was going to the pregnancy center to find out...well, you can imagine. She was still so scared.
In the halls of Wammy's House, a dark presence lurks in the background.