I don't own Death Note, because poor Light Yagami is not the holder in this fic. Sorry people.

UnBeta-ed.


"Everyone dies." Fuzeniki said this to her mother, who was in tears at watching the news.

"But I..." she sobbed and Fuzeniki didn't cradle her mother like her sister would've, she could offer no comfort to the woman.

"Go see Tokoai." Inamori told her. She'd be fine by herself, and her mom needed someone to comfort her, and that person could never be Inariku.

Far away, in the underworld a Shinigami was saying something along the lines of that.

"These humans, I see more and more of them every day, dying at the hands of the evil of their species." Takai said.

"There are humans that are evil, killing off the innocent and good until there is none left." Fuzeniki whispered to herself, frowning.

"Pitiful. Living with a tortured soul meant to only harm the innocent is no different the feeding all the good your bearing of the poisonous fruit. Everything will eventually rot as the fruit does, even this god-forsaken earth." They spoke together, both unaware of each other.

Fuzeniki was at the park by herself when a book that said the words 'Death Note' fell to the ground in front of her. She picked it up, examining it, then opening the book and reading it, 'The person whose name is written inside will suffer death.' It said. 'The person writing it will have to visualize the person's face in their mind and will need to write the cause of death within 40 second of his/her name being written down. If there is no cause of death, by default the person will die of a heart attack. If the cause of death is specified, it will take an extra six minutes and 40 seconds will be granted to write any further details.

She couldn't help but smile, "He can finally pay for what he did to my family."

She hurried home and opened the door to her room, setting the notebook and her desk and picking up her pen, prepared to write.

Hiroshima Yashida Fuzeniki wrote in her usual perfect calligraphy. The man who killed her father, threw her mother into a depression, made her sister leave, and ruined her family was going to pay.

"So in 40 seconds he'll have a heart attack. I'll just have to wait." she crossed her arms patiently.

After about 35 seconds, she turned the news on, "5,4,3,2..." "This is Yahiko Karasuba and I am here to report that Hiroshima Yashida, Head of Yashida Inc., has suddenly collapsed of a heart attack!" That was all Fuzeniki needed to hear. She turned the T.V off, "I guess if this is real, I might just have to test it out again."

"Zen-chan! Come kiss your mother goodbye!" She ran downstairs and hugged her mother, "He's dead, Mom. The man who killed Dad is dead."

The woman before her smiled, "Is it true?"

"Turn the T.V on, Mom!" she did just that and her eyes filled with happy tears, "Finally Homura can rest in peace. Knowing that, we're going on vacation once I'm back, okay sweetheart?" Fuzeniki nodded, her eyes filling with tears for the first time in many years as she kissed her mother's cheeks and hugged her, "I love you Mom. Bye."

The Next day at school, Fuzeniki arrived early and saw one of her friends being cornered by a teacher, "So Hikari, you want that A, don't you?" she nodded and he slapped her, "Don't nod! Answer me, dammit!"

"Yes I do! Please! I need to go to college to continue my dad's business! It's his life and I just want to make him proud!" She yelled.

"Get on your knees, you slut." Fuzeniki quickly scurried away and looked at her progress report for his class. She was getting a B-, but it was dropping, fast. She might have to talk to him and investigate. She waited until Hikari left and walked over to him.

"Mr. Takashi?" she asked innocently, hiking her skirt up a bit.

"Call me Tetsuya. What is it, Inariku?"

"Um..." she bit her lip, "If I may ask, is there anything I can do to bring my grade up in your class?"

"I have a few hours...How about if you 'help' me with a certain 'problem' of mine you'll get an A for the rest of the year." He rubbed his erection on the front of her shorts to get his point across.

"N-no. I can't do that!" She pretended to try to push him away and he pressed her harder against the wall, "Do you want a good grade or not?" he snapped. "You have one day to think about it. See you in detention." I nodded and walked away, smirking when he could no longer see my face.

The world could do without pedophiles like him, and I was happy to oblige in their request. I took my notebook out and wrote his name, and that he dies in a car crash, the glass shards severing his head.


~Death in Next Chappie kinda tired!~

~NM~