A.N.- Hey! This is my first fanfiction.I have decided to write multiple one-shots together in here. Each chapter is going to deal with what happened to the characters, post Death Note.

English isn't my first language so my grammar might not be perfect. Please feel free to correct me.

I don't own Death note. Though I wish I could. PLEASE REVIEW

~ BK

MotherandDaughter

It was a particularly breezy weekend. The

weather was perfect for kids to play. The streets were unusually cheerful with the joyous calls of children playing around. All the households in the neat Suburban locality felt alive.

Amongst these households stood a quite distinct looking house. It was primmer than most of the houses but wasn't oozing the same vibes of bustling life. The cheerful voices seemed to bounce off its walls. It didn't look particularly different. Butfeltdifferent.

The Yagami household.

Inside it, on a big dining table sat a woman, slowly chopping some capcicums. She looked old. Mind you, she wasn't really a very old lady. She was in the age when you will expect a lady to be strong, healthy, and proud. An age when women generally are proud of their children and work. An age when you no longer have to work and slave around much. An age when you expect your life to be at its best. An age when you have settled children and a significant other to live your life with contentment.

Sachiko was the exact opposite of it.

There was a perfect time, when her son was Japan's best student, her loving husband was a respected police officer and her little daughter was everyone's bubbly Little princess.

Things had changed drastically for her within the last few months. Step by step the perfection in her family had withered away. But she was not glass that will shatter, she was a trying and strong rock.

As a student, Sachiko loved to play. She used to be in the school basketball team. She was well equipped to deal with injuries. She knew very well how important it was to recover to play in the next , she was trying. But the injury this time, was quite deep. Deeper at feel, unknown at sight.

It had been two months since the Kira murders had mysteriously stopped. The world was slowly slithering back to its pre-Kira state. No one knew exactly how Kira killed or who he really was. All everyone knew was that L had managed to get to Kira.

But Sachiko was informed. She knew that her son who died in a car accident for the world was the mad Kira responsible for her husband's death and the havoc in this world.

For her, Light was her son and Kira was someone distant. She couldn't join the two together.

She still remembers, it was an casual evening when Matsuda had come to meet her. He wasn't his usual cheerful self, but looked quite awkward. She knew that it must have been tough for Matsuda too, to come and tell her about Light.

She was angry. She couldn't believe that Light was the one responsible for all of this. But however angry she was, grief overcame it. After her husband's death, Light and Sayu had been her only support. She would never agree when her conscience will ask, but she still loved Light. Whatever he did never made him any less of her son. She was in hysterics for a few she soon composed herself. She had to be strong for her daughter. She was a rock.

Sayu didn't knew, that her genius brother who wanted to change the world was the one who had destroyed her world. She was sitting in the garden, on her wheelchair.

"Sayu, dear... Do you want to come inside? We can watch a movie?"- Sachiko called out.

No response.

Sachiko sighed.

From the day she had came back from the mafia headquarters, Sayu had changed. Her little princess had changed. Sayu was scared. Traumatized. She needed a wheelchair to go around and often got lost in her thoughts for hours. But Sachiko cared for her. Took care for her. Sachiko was a rock.

Sachiko got up and turned around to go to talk to Sayu but caught sight of something. It was their family photograph. The last one. All the others had been replaced with pictures of Sayu and Sachiko. Sachiko wanted to move on.

Something had nudged her to keep this photograph. It was taken when Light had entered To-ho. She was so proud of him. A smile forms on her lips as she looked up towards it.

She brought a stepladder. She climbed it and took the picture off its hook. She looked at Soichiro standing besides Light. Sayu was in the centre striking a wierd pose.

The rock cracked. A tear rolled down her tired face.