Sayu's point of view, I realize it may be a little crap but I haven't written something like this for a while so take it easy with reviews... If I get any. -.- This is supposed to be a one-shot, but it's kind of boring, so I may just write another chapter. Maybe.

It's been a long, long time since I'd seen my brother. I really missed him, it's actually kind of unfair that I don't get to see him much any more. He always visited me when I was stuck in the wheelchair... I can remember that much... I can also remember him getting increasingly worried about me.

"Sayu! Dinner!"

A loud, bored sigh escaped my lips as I stood. I was in Light's room, sitting on the edge of his bed and just gazing around.

I still remember when I was just a little girl and I'd come in here to ask for help with my homework.

Or just to annoy him - that happened a lot too. He was never one to express annoyance - especially with me - and it meant so much. Sometimes I'd even TRY to get him to yell or scream at me... but it never worked.

As I made my way downstairs, I put my long chocolate brown hair up into a rather messy and uneven bun, but all the stress was making my hair begin to fall out even more than usual so it was the best way to keep it out of my food.

"There you are, dear, I made your favourite... Maguro and Avocado Rice Bowl," my mother smiled softly, kindly, but she still looked so torn up.

When my father passed... it changed her. It changed her in the worst way possible.

She rarely smiled any more and she didn't like to joke around. All the pictures of dad were put away, she didn't want any reminders. All his clothes, all up in the attic. Everything.

I guess it was more painful for her than she really cared to admit. But she wouldn't even talk about it... she never talked about it.

We didn't even speak about it after it happened, we just sorted the funeral, went, and when it was all over... nothing more.

"It looks great.." I smiled at her, sitting myself down at the table and picking up the fork.

But before I even had the chance to taste it, the doorbell rang.

Mum went to stand, a very, very grim look on her aging features, and I quickly placed my hand down on hers.

I wouldn't let her do much when she was like this.

I smile again, and I shake my head at her. "I'll get it," I say softly, and she lets out a sigh.

But she nods.

I stand now, and I slowly make my way through to the front door. I was actually a little worried - we didn't get many visitors. But then... it could be Light!

The grin that flashed upon my face was probably legendary, and I walked very quickly the rest of the way, and I opened the door extremely quickly...

But what I saw made my smile fade.

"Sayu? Is your mother home?" one of the men asked, he was quite old and had black hair - but it seemed to be turning grey. He wore sunglasses, and he looked... apologetic, almost. I didn't recognize this man.

I did recognize the other, though. I'd know the shaggy black hair and childish features anywhere.

Touta Matsuda.

What were they doing here? I had one guess, and my stomach churned terribly at the thought.

"U-um... Yeah... I'll go get her..." I whispered cautiously, and as I turned, I chewed harshly on my lip. I was desperately, desperately, hoping it wasn't what I thought it'd be.

Finally I reached the dining room, and my mother looked up at me with tearful eyes. "They want me, don't they?" she whispered to me.

All I could do was nod.

"Oh god." It sounded like a sob, but it wasn't. I guess she was thinking the same thing as me.

We walked out together, I had my arms around her. One around her shoulder, the other on her hip.

She was very cautious, and tried not to say much in fear of breaking down. But she didn't need to ask much, OR say much.

He was blunt, and Matsuda's face was contorted into a mix of fear, sadness and anger. Anger?

"Your son, Yagami Raito, has passed."

I think my heart just shattered.