Hey everyone! It's me again and I'm back for another story! Hope you like it! I don't know how good it will be because I planned this on the eve of my birthday (my birthday is December 24th). I was really excited, wasn't tired, and was very bored so I decided to make another fanfic!

Enjoy~!


You know what I see when I look into the eyes of happy children playing innocently with each other? Death. Or when I glance at my father as he cooks breakfast? Death. And when I look at myself in the mirror? Death.

I see everything. Which is mainly death.

I have dreams about death, too. Not very pleasant, to be honest. Every morning I wake up in a hyperventilating state where I can't calm myself down for ten minutes then just end up lying awake, staring at the ceiling, the entire night.

It's pretty much a curse. Every day I wish it could be taken away, but it's not. Ever. There will always be a permanent reminder that everyone is going to die, and I usually can't do anything to stop it.

I jolt out of another nightmare just as my morning alarm when off. And by morning alarm I mean the loud knocking on my bedroom window.

Akari Kimoto pressed her face against the glass and stuck her tongue out at me childishly. I wiped the sweat from my face with a handy bed towel as she climbed in.

She'd recently cut her red hair to shoulder length, which is actually decent. A smirk broke out on her face as she relaxed in my rolling chair. "Morning sunshine. How did you sleep?"

Narrowing my eyes, I chucked my sweaty towel at her and took a swig of my bedside water. All these things I use basically every morning because I always have nightmares.

"Not well, I'm guessing." Tossing the towel to the floor, Akari yawned and leaned back. "I had a pleasant night's rest. Mostly because I don't have nightmares."

"Don't be so cocky," I muttered, tossing the blankets aside and trudging to my closet. I took out a new outfit and changed while Akari's back was turned.

When I was done, I slouched on my bed to brush my long silver hair and put it in a braid. My morning routine is a wake up call (or loud knock) from Akari, a walk to the University, then the same walk back home just be cooped up in my room scrolling the internet. I really wish I had a better social life.

"Yukimi," Akari said, snapping me out of my thoughts. Yukimi is my real name, but mostly everyone calls me Yuki. "Stop drooling, we'll be late for school." I nodded and we headed out the door.

We weren't late, but we were the last ones to arrive. The rest of the day went by relatively quick, though there was a mishap at lunch where Akari almost killed a guy after he insulted her. Otherwise, it was a nice day.

When I got home, Dad was at the table reading the newspaper. I find it weird why he never reads it in the morning, but I guess it's his life. Huffing, I slouched into the chair across from him. "How was college today, dear?" The same question he asks every day.

"It was good." The same answer I give every day. Nothing changes.

Except this morning. "That's good. Hey, can you do me a favor kiddo?"

I froze. He never asks me this. I'm unprepared. What if I give the wrong answer. What if he gets angry like he did with Mom? What if- "Uh, sure, what is it?"

Looking up from his newspaper, he peered over the top of it and smiled at me. "Can you go downstairs and get the box of Christmas presents?"

I gulped. "B-But don't you usually get them every year?"

My father narrowed his eyes. I could practically see the lasers shooting from them and burning a hole in my forehead. Immediately I stood up and walked to the basement door.

My shaky hands turned the doorknob, and frigid air blew past me causing me to shiver. The light wouldn't turn on. It never has. I grabbed an auto-light lantern and turned that on instead.

Slowly I descended down the creaky stairs, silence flooding around me. A deadly silence. At the bottom of the steps, I cringed. I grimaced. I recoiled. I gulped. In front of me, stained on the worn out carpet, was a pool of dry blood.

A horrifying memory tried to rebirth, but I shoved it to the back of my brain as I stepped over the disturbing stain.

In the back corner was a single box. Setting the lantern on top of it, I picked the box up beneath my hands and carried it to the steps. Looking over my shoulder, I stared at the stain, but eventually moved on and back up the steps.

I sighed with relief as the bright light of the early evening came into vision. Returning the lantern to its hanging position, I shut the door and locked it behind me.


That night Dad and I decorated the small tree and hung more decorations throughout the uncomfortable house. Although it was now more festive, I still felt a sense of insecurity and emptiness inside.

After that, we just chilled on the couch watching the news. Nothing ever happened here. Oh, wait, did I mention a killer named Kira? Yeah, I guess that counts as something. But he seems to go for only two kinds of people: people who get in his way, and criminals. I am fortunately neither of the two, so I think I'm good.

But my father…

Never mind.

The phone rang and I sprang up to get it. Being with Dad was very uncomfortable. In the kitchen, I picked up the phone and said, "Hello?"

"Is this the Miyoshi residence?" a woman asked.

"Yes it is. I am Yuki Miyoshi."

"Ah, just the girl I was looking for." I frowned, wondering who this woman was and why she wanted me. "I found your babysitting ad in the local paper this morning and was wondering if you would consider to look after my daughter for a while tomorrow night?"

Oh, the ad! I apparently forgot about that. "Oh, yeah, sure! Um, who am I speaking to?"

"I am Sachiko Yagami and my husband is Soichiro Yagami of the NPA." The Chief of the National Police Agency? Whoa. "We also have a son, Light, but he won't be available to watch her."

"Oh, okay. Just give me an address and a time and I'll be there." I wrote down the Yagami's address. She wanted me at supper time tomorrow until they get home.

"Thank you sweetheart, we really appreciate it."

"No problem," I replied. Then, we hung up. I informed Dad about my job and he was hesitantly okay with it. Upstairs, I called Akari and told her the news.

You see, not much happens in my life. Although I see death everywhere I look, I'm pretty normal. I mean… each family has their secrets, and mine is a deep one, but overall we're pretty normal. I guess…

"Why would you want to babysit a middle schooler?" Akari asked annoyingly over the phone. "Don't you want a real job? One that will pay good money?"

"In time," I replied. Stretched out on my bed, I stared up at the bare ceiling. "For now, though, while I'm in college, I want a calm and steady job. It's not like I need money at the moment. I'm still living with my dad."

"And you always will be unless you can man up and say no to him," she reminded me. It was true, I didn't want to leave him alone. I'm still here when I could be at a dorm with new friends.

"I know, but I just feel bad for him."

"Why? He doesn't need the pity." Her words may seem harsh, but it was true. Even Akari knows what he did. Only Akari knows what he did, other than myself.

I don't know why I'm still protecting him. It just seems like I can't get away. Like he has control over my life. But he doesn't. Fear does.

"You know what," she announced. "Tomorrow after school, before your job, we are going out for coffee. My treat. Just you and me relaxing like the good times. Kay?"

A wide smile broke out on my face. "Okay. I'd love to," I replied sincerely. Although Akari is tough, ruthless, smart, and courageous, she will always make time for her loved ones.

"My parents are working a little later anyway so they won't be home til supper." Both her parents were alive and still together. And they worked the same job. "Good night Yuki."

"Good night Akari." Then, I hung up and laid my phone on my nightstand. Shutting off the lights, I curled into bed. The window was cracked letting a cool breeze flow through the room.

I thought about a lot that night. My mom. Akari. My job. My college. I also thought about my dad. The multi-personality he had (Dissociative identity disorder). I pictured his face; one moment loving and kind. The next, frightening and controlling.

Before my eyes closed, I pictured his face one more time. My eyes lingered in the area above his head. Makai Miyoshi. I sighed as I drifted off into an alarming sleep, realizing that he still had a long life to live.