Prologue:
It had been almost a year since Yagami Light's girlfriend was murdered.
"Moon-kun," Ayumu Rose murmured distractedly. In her soft hands she held her math book as she examined a problem. "What the hell does this mean?"
Light tried to look at the reverse writing presented by her web camera. He was still aching that she had moved back to America. Her brother had taken her away from their father to save her.
"Stop moving," he laughed, tilting his head to try to read it.
"I can't help it!" she wailed, retracting the book to hold it protectively. Her head snapped to the side quickly, tilting to take in the loud crash from downstairs. "What the hell?" she breathed, standing up to go to her door.
Standing quietly, she slowly walked to her door, putting her hand on the handle, about to open it.
"ANYBODY HOME?" A deep voice bellowed from downstairs.
Rose cussed and locked her door. She quickly ran to her computer and told Light to take a screen shot when the time came, and brought up a new window to hide the video chat window.
"OH JONNY BOY!" cackled the voice.
Light watched with horror as she pulled out a bat from her bed, and poised herself in front of the door.
The worn door burst off it's hinges to reveal a huge American man and the arms of two others. Rose swung the bat harshly at the tan-skinned man.
"Now, now. Who's this hussy?" laughed the man, catching the bat with his hands and tearing it from her grip.
"Jon's not home." Rose said, her voice dripping with loathing.
"Maybe you didn't hear. Who are you?" He repeated, a malicious smile playing on his lips.
Light tried to yell at them, but realized she had also muted her computer. As the three men entered her modest sized room, he snapped a screen shot.
"I'm Rose Ayumu." She said blankly.
"I like them Chinese," one guy said stupidly.
"Are you that dog's wife?" the man asked with confusion.
"I'm his sister, you idiot. And I'm Japanese, not Chinese. What are you, daft?"
Blinking, the man pulled a gun. "What's that mean?"
"Get a dictionary." Rose examined her nails without interest. "It's really not that complicated of a word."
"What's that mean?" he bellowed, grabbing her by the hair and forcing her down.
Hatred ran through Light as he watched her cry out with pain. He hated this man that sneered down at his precious Rose.
A single gunshot echoed through both houses, connected through electricity. Light turned to look. Rose fell to the floor, blood blossoming from her chest. He shouted, feeling helpless. He had no power. There was nothing he could do. It was unreal.
Her funeral was held in Japan a week later so that she could be buried beside her mom, in a family grave plot.
Light stood in front of her casket, reaching out to hold her cold, lifeless hand. It was unusual, but she wasn't being cremated.
A year later, Light found the death note. A week after that, he vowed to make the world a better place. A place Rose could've lived in. A place where she wouldn't have been killed.
