Prologue

It's been three years since Yagami Light was Kira. Yui was sitting on the edge of a ragged cliff in the shinagami realm, contemplating her situation. Life was so boring now, and after the whole deal of how Kira ended the first time, she was interested to see how a human under her notebook would fare. She had been watching over a certain human for a while, he was smart, generally friendly, and not half bad looking. Yui immediately took back that last observation, it would be wrong to think those things, after all, she wasn't human. But she wished she was. She stood up and walked, she had made a decision, and no way in hell was she going to sit around like an idiot. She smiled at the idea of the last thought, as if it were even possible for her to go to hell. She walked, oblivious, through a card game other shinagami were absorbed in.

"Yui, you ruined the game!" Another shinagami shouts after her, and she looks back only briefly to give a curt laugh.

"I have my own game to play, you can play all the cards you'd like, but I need something more." With that she takes off, her black wings carrying her to the human's world. This is it, should be interesting.

Chapter 1

Samuru Usagi sat in his classroom on the second story of his middle school, bored. The sensei was reviewing a test that he had already received a perfect score on, so it was pointless to listen much. He looks out the window to the grassy lawn that sat beside the building. Some of his obsidian black hair creeped in front of his vision and he blinked to fluff it away. He opened his deep blue eyes again and looked to the lawn, but something was different. In the center of a patch of wildflowers there was a dark object, unidentifiable from this distance. I'll check it out after I get out of this hell hole. He sighs and turns back to the class, it was almost time to leave and it had to appear he was paying at least some attention, or he'd be called after class for another 'talk' about how even if he does understand what's going on, he needs to pay attention.

"Alright, you may go. Have a good evening everyone." The sensei leans against his desk and everyone stands to leave. Samuru stands, no emotion obvious on his face. He walks with some of his classmates to the door. "Mister Usagi," Not again, he thinks to himself. He puts on a brave face and turns around.

"Yes, sir?"

"Congratulations on your perfect score." Samuru takes in his words and nods. That was strange. He turns and walks into the hall, and down to the first floor. He walks out the door and to the bundle of flowers he had noticed earlier, and sure enough there was a dark shape hidden among them. As he neared them, he recognized the shape of a note book. He looked around to see if anyone was observing him and everyone was involved in little conversations or other, more private things. Samuru bends down and picks up the note book and written on the front is "Death Note". He looks at it for a moment, curious.

"Samuru! I finally found you, why didn't you stand by doors like usual?" Samuru's best friend rushes toward him. Kai, the two of them had been close since about forever. She stops in front of him and glances at the notebook. "What's that?"

"Huh? Oh, nothing." Samuru shoves the notebook in his bag and looks back. "Sorry, you wanted to say something?"

"Oh nothing much, I just thought if you didn't have anything planned for the weekend we could-"

"I have to study."

"O-Oh, right I shouldn't have asked." Kai liked Samuru, but wouldn't admit it was anything more than friendship. She didn't want to ruin what she already had, but it made her upset when he turned her down for studying. "Samu,"

"Oh no," Samuru rolls his eyes.

"What!"

"You only call me by that pet name when you want something. But I can't, I have to review everything that's going on in the police department, and on top of my school work that's at least two hours."

"But, you've been working so hard, you deserve a break, I'm sure your uncle would understand if you put off just once." Samuru's uncle had taken interest in his desire to be a police officer, and provided him with minor cases to look over and work on. Generally he would only get ones the police had solved, but not released to the public yet, but occasionally he would get one they were stumped on. Recently there had been a few rapes and break ins and somehow, Samuru had thought they were related. He couldn't just drop everything because Kai was lonely, he had a responsibility to his uncle.

"I'm sorry, I promised."

"Can we at least walk home together?" Kai fingers at the hem of her skirt, giving a pathetic stare, Samuru gives in.

"Sure."

Samuru walks through the door and his mother greets him.

"Samuru how was school?" She looks up from the pan of rice she was preparing for their supper.

"Fine, another perfect test score. I'll be upstairs; I have some things I still have to finish on the latest case Diasuke sent me." Samuru began to climb the stairs but his mother stopped him about halfway up.

"Oh, I almost forgot, your desk lamp has been flicking on and off all day. I thought it might be an electrical problem, but everything else seemed fine. Maybe the light bulb needs changed."

"Yeah, maybe." Samuru climbs the rest of the way up the stairs. I just changed the bulb, what the hell? He opens the door and his lamp is off, he walks over and turns it on. The room is illuminated and there's some sort of shadow on top of the sheets on his bed. He jumps back, but looks closer. It looked like a girl. She had pale skin, long dark brown, almost black, hair, long black lashes, and she was wearing a short black dress that looked ragged and ripped at the bottom. The dress was sleeveless and lay almost perfectly to define her figure. She wore no shoes, but it almost looked like she had anklets made of the same ragged material as her dress that covered her ankles and part of the top of her foot. Her eyes were closed and she faced Samuru, practically sleeping. In a weird sort of dark way, she looked almost angelic. Almost as if she could sense Samuru's quickened breath her eyes flutter open. They were a strong shade of red, and as she sat up Samuru could see small folded wings against her back. She looks at him with a blank expression, and almost as if she's entertained by his terror, smirks.

"Hey, you're finally here."

"Wh-what are you? Who are you? Why are you in my room?" Samuru is so terrified and confused he backs up against the wall an arm's length away from the door. Some of his hair falls in front of his face, and this girl stands up and walks over to him. She pushes his hair out of the way, and he cringes at her touch, it was ice cold.

"You shouldn't be afraid of me; if you accept we're gonna be best pals.