Title: Kage no Kioku
Fandom: Death Note
Rated: Teen and up (as of now)
Author: Sakura Lawliet
Editor: -

Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note or any of it's canon characters. I only own Miyu, Kouki, all Miyu's students (except for L, Light, and Kiyomi obviously) and the plot.

Warning(s): Nightmares?

Re-written version of story called "Kage O Shōhi".

Nothing of the actual plot is going, but some minor details and un-factual things will be removed.

This is a new story, the old version can still be found in my stories if you're curious about it, haha. It's terrible though. I started that story two years ago, and hadn't updated it about a year which is why I've decided to rewrite it.

Thank you for being here and taking time to read any of the weird/maybe-terrible writing I'll be spewing.

I hope you enjoy! :3

CHAPTER 01/PROLOGUE:

Introduction

"Miyu..." They whispered. "Miyu... Come to us..." They encouraged. "Come to us..." She just stood there rooted to her spot as a complete look of horror was frozen on her face. They reached for her. Closer and closer they got.

"Miyu..." They whispered once more. "We need you..." They crawled towards her and she finally took notice to how close they were getting, trying in might to move, to run away, but her body refused to obey her. She felt her heart skip a few beats that it shouldn't have and her breathing hitch so sharply that it came to the point where her lungs almost seemed to forget that she did in fact need oxygen to live. She couldn't move. She couldn't think straight. She tried to close her eyes, but her body just would not listen to her demands.

She watched them, the shadows of her mind, try to crawl their way to her. She so badly wanted to just drop dead right at this moment, but even that was denied to her. Closer and closer, they were almost there. They reached out their shadowy hands, they could almost touch her. Almost, but then suddenly they were screeching and wailing as they scurried back, very quickly disappearing back into the darkness. She breathed in deeply and her heart seemed to start up again.

Her eyes widened once more in horror as she felt arms encircle her from behind. She felt a body press up against her and hot air breathed down her neck. "To close..." He whispered into her ear, sending chills down her spine in cold horror. The familiar voice, the familiar touch burning her thoughts, burning her skin. Her body tensed with memories and silent fear. He pressed his mouth to her neck and she felt him smirk against her skin. "You're mine... Remember that and I won't let them get you..."

The devil himself had once again shown himself. He squeezed her tighter to him and she felt like throwing up. She despised this boy, this man... No, this monster.

April 5, 2004

A young woman shot up in her bed, sweat dripping down her face and her long, brown slightly curled hair was matted and tangled upon her head. Her emerald eyes shown in panic as she searched the room for anything out of the ordinary. She sighed and slumped back into her bed when she was sure that everything was in it's place and there nothing, or no one, in her room. She stared at the ceiling in deep thought. "I haven't had that dream in years..." She muttered to herself. "Why now?" She asked her white ceiling above her like it had the answer. She sucked in a deep breath looking to the nightstand to her right for those bright red letters that would tell her the time. A loud groan escaped her lips when she realized how early it was and she wasn't gonna go back to sleep after that nightmare she just had. She was wide awake now and slowly slipped out of her bed to take a longer-than-usual shower. Before she got into the warm and inviting shower she slowly and quietly walked to her son's bedroom door and very carefully cracked it open to check on her precious angel. His tiny face held a peaceful and calm expression as his short, semi-long, somehow inherited, platinum blond hair was ruffled and swept gently across his forehead. She smiled softly before closing the door just as carefully as she opened it and left to go take her shower.

Some time later, after she got out of her longer-than-usual shower and woke her son up and got him dressed, she was strapping him into his car seat as she was leaving to go to work. The short drive to work was silent as her son fell back asleep again like he probably will for the rest of her working days. Her job, that she hopes she will enjoy, consisted of her teaching at a very well known college all around Japan known as Tou-Oh University. She pulled into the large parking that accompanied the large establishment that she worked for. Getting out of the drivers seat she moved to the back door and opened it. "Kouki honey... It's time to get up now, we're here." She said softly, gently pushing his hair out of his eyes. The boy shifted with a small whine, before slowly opening his brilliant green eyes to stare his mother in her own set of emerald orbs.

"Five more minutes please?" He asked sleepily rubbing his eyes with his tiny hands. His mother smiled at him as she started to unbuckle him.

"How about, instead, we go in and you can nap all you want in my new classroom?" She asked him, picking him up out of his car seat to set him on his feet upon the paved parking lot. His hand slipped into hers as she closed the door and picked up her bag, throwing the strap over her shoulder.

"Okay," he complied, walking with her into the building.

The one thing she likes about this job, and this college, is that they allowed her to bring her child into work with her. They understand her situation and the school board are the only ones out of few that know why she has a 6 year old child at the age of twenty-two. They were the ones to offer the job after she graduated from this very school. Being smarter than most her age, graduating at the early age of twenty-two because she started school a little earlier than most, they thought they could help her out and gave her the job she has now. It is now April 5th the start of her new job as a Psychology teacher in Tou-Oh University. She made her way to the classroom she would be using for the rest of her teaching career here. She took her key out and opened the door, hearing her child gasp in awe. Even she was a little surprised by the large size of her room and grinned when she noticed the large ceiling to one-third from the floor windows that covered the whole right side of the classroom. The room was already bright from the natural sunlight, so she didn't bother with the light switches and walked to her large desk at the front of the room. She set her bag down at the right of her chair on the floor and sat down at her desk, pulling her child up onto her lap.

"Mommy?" Kouki spoke, "When are the other people gonna be here?" He asked looking towards the windows. Miyu smiled.

"Not for a little while. Want to draw?" She offered.

"Yeah!" He exclaimed and Miyu bent over to pick up her bag. She pulled out some paper and crayons before standing up and putting Kouki in her seat. She walked to the black board that was behind her desk and picked up the white chalk gently. She rolled it in her hands for some time and then put it back down on the metal rail chalk holder. She went over to the door and opened it, sticking the wooden stopper in it to keep the door from closing. She grinned moving to wipe the thin layer of dust off each of the desks while waiting for the time to pass by. Soon, after twenty boring minutes had passed she heard the halls start to fill with students. Laughter, talking, screaming, and the fast paced, even running, footsteps down tiled floors was heard and she could practically feel her son's excitement rising with each passing second. Soon enough her class was filled, as she has two classes in the morning and three in the afternoon, this being her first of the day and turned to the blackboard behind her and wrote in perfect print, with the white chalk, her name.

Miyu Yua

She turned back to the class, after replacing the chalk in its original spot, with a big smile. "My name is Miyu Yua." Seeing curious looks being spent to something behind her she turned to her desk. In her chair, her son was bouncing up and down excitedly with a huge grin on his face. She laughed, "Oh yes, and this is my son, Kouki. He is, as you might notice, very excited as he has been waiting for you all to show up for some time now."

"Hello," he greeted and Miyu smiled. She looked to her class and noticed some smiles and some rolled eyes. She sighed inwardly, turning her carefree expression into a serious one and cleared her throat to gain her classes attention once more.

"This is my Psychology class. There will be no degrading each other, no bulling, and there will be no destruction to anything in this classroom. And everything that is said in this room will stay in this room. If I find that anything is spread around the school from any of our discussions in this room, there will be grave consequences, do you hear?" She heard a few, 'yes ma'am's and saw some heads nod. "Good, now," Miyu picked up a clipboard from the end of her desk. "I'll be doing the attendance and when I call your name, stand and tell me your favorite thing to do." Miyu smiled widely at them, noticing a few confused glances and annoyed expressions, ignoring them as she started from the bottom of her list. "Yori, Makoto?" A girl, with straight, brown hair to her shoulders, near the back middle of the classroom stood from her seat.

"That's me." She smiled, "My favorite thing to do is draw." She bowed in courtesy before taking her seat. Miyu smiled at her.

"Thank you Yori-chan. Yoshirou, Hibiki?" A boy near the back left of the class stood up, his dirty, blond hair shaved to his head.

"That is me." He said, looking at the clock, "My favorite thing to do is play video games." He admitted, bowing himself and also took his seat after he was done.

"Thank you, Yoshirou-kun," she looked down at her list of students. "Yagami, Light?" Another boy, she noticed all the girls look over to him at the sound of his name, stood from his spot near the windows.

He smiled, and she noticed how fake it was, "That would be me," he said smoothly. "My favorite thing to do is study, learn new things." Miyu raised an eyebrow, she never heard that from a kids mouth before.

She observed him sharply. Neat, and perfect short brown hair, brown eyes, and clean, simple dressing, no wrinkles... He looks and holds himself as if he holds personal importance, interesting... She nodded slowly at him.

"Very interesting, Yagami-kun," she voiced her thoughts, "I don't think I've ever heard a kid so much as utter that before," she laughed, Light joining her with his own chuckles of agreement. "Thank you for sharing that," she smiled at him as he sat down. "Wakana, Chiyo?" A girl with glasses stood from one of the seats in the front.

"Me!" She exclaimed, "I really enjoy to cook and bake!" She grinned widely making Miyu grin with her.

"Oh?" Miyu asked, "That's wonderful! It looks like I have someone to go to for help in my cooking skills then!" She laughed with Miyu before she sat back down with a response to Miyu for her to come around anytime for help, "Thank you, Wakana-chan. Tsubaki, Kiyoko?" A girl stood from one of the middle seats, her hair cut short to end at her chin.

"Hello," she started, "My favorite thing to do is origami and kirigami." She said sitting back down.

"Thank you, Tsubaki-chan, I heard it was fun, but when I first tried I sucked at it," she chuckled, glancing down at the attendance board, but didn't really have to, she remembered all the names already. "Takeshi, Arata?" A boy with an average short haircut for young males his age stood from the back seats.

"I'm here." He said, "And I like to talk and hang out with people, mostly my friends." He shrugged his shoulders uncaring. Miyu smiled at him as he took his seat.

"A social butterfly, huh?" She asked with a smirk, "That's nice to know, thank you, Takeshi-kun. Takada, Kiyomi?" A girl that was sitting next to Light stood with a hair cut usually seen on the boys, but it went well her pretty features.

"That's me," sShe said, "I like to research things and find out certain things that interest me."

Miyu nodded her head.

"Thank you, Takada-chan." Miyu noticed the way Kiyomi rolled her eyes when she added the '-chan' suffix to her name, but Miyu ignored it, moving on without incident. "Shizuka, Yuuki?" A girl stood, her black shoulder length hair pulled back into a high ponytail.

"Hey! That's me," She started, "My favorite thing to do is run. I'm on the track team." She added. Miyu smiled.

"That's great, there is no way I could run for track," she laughed, "I could barely run in Physical Ed." She said with a knowing smile, remembering her high school and college days, that really weren't so long ago. "Thank you, Shizuka-chan. Shin, Len?" Blond hair, much like her son's, greeted her sight as she met brilliant blue eyes, that were far different from her son's green one's.

"Hello," he smiled brightly, "I'm Len, and my favorite thing to do is listen to music." Miyu knew she was going to like this one, not only because he held some resemblance to her son, but because of some points that she noticed about him.

Miyu smiled back just as brightly, "Thank you Shin-kun, I would love to hear your taste in music, and I'll be glad to share mine if you want." She offered before moving on, "Sakura, Akito?" A tin and fragile looking boy stood, his black hair touching his shoulders as his grey eyes bore into Miyu's emerald orbs.

"I like to read." He said plainly and Miyu grinned.

"Thank you Sakura-kun. Ryoichi, Kaito?" A boy with dark shaggy brown hair stood, his height taller than everyone, Miyu noticed and smiled at the thought.

"Yo," he waved with the short greeting. "My favorite thing to do is practice. And sports." He added.

Miyu smiled, "I see, thank you, Ryoichi-kun, I'll keep that in mind. Noriko, Isumi?" A girl with long black hair that reached below her behind stood from the front window seat. Her bright, beautiful eyes popped out on her facial features, courtesy of her dark hair color.

"I'm Isumi." She said softly, "And I have a thing for writing." Miyu grinned.

"Hey! Me, too!" Miyu responded. "Maybe we could compare sometime?" She asked before moving on. "Junko, Satomi?" A girl with curly brown hair stood from the middle left seats.

"That is me!" She grinned. "I love to go for walks on nice days." She said.

Miyu nodded, "I like to do that, too sometimes." She admitted, "It helps clear my mind. Thank you, Junko-chan. Isamu, Daiki?" A boy with light brown hair stood, his eyes half lidded.

"Here." He said lazily. "My favorite thing to do is sleep." As if to prove his statement a big yawn came from his mouth.

Miyu laughed, "Thank you, Isamu-kun, I can tell. Hideki, Ryuga?" She asked.

She turned to her last student with a small smile. She heard a chair scratch against the tiled floor and looked to her left. In the front seat a young man stood, his black inky hair was unruly and spiky upon his head. His clothes were baggy, consisting of a long sleeved white shirt and faded jeans. He wore worn out sneakers without any socks. Her eyes widened a bit when she met black irises that seems to drag her deeper and deeper into a dark and endless pit. She quickly reminded herself she was staring.

She blinked and mentally shook her thoughts, "Ah, you must be Hideki-kun, yes?" She smiled fondly at him.

"Yes, my name is Hideki, Ryuga. I'm afraid to say that I do not have anything that I like to do or consider 'my favorite' thing to do." His voice was deep and held no emotion or feeling in it and she stared at him, her eyes softening.

"I see, well, no worries than!" She grinned, "Sit down and meet me after class will you, Hideki-kun?" He stared at her for some time before giving her a short nod and sitting... uniquely... in his seat. She grinned.

"Thank you, Hideki-kun." She turned to the class. "You may know that I had you introduce yourself like many younger grades would do and not really a college course. Although, with this I hope you understand that this is how this class will be run; differently. This is psychology, and we will be getting to know each other in ways we may not expect, and please, do not be afraid. I say this only so you aren't surprised by the weird and personal questions asked in this class.

"Everyday, when you come in, look to the chalk board and the question of the day will be there for you to think about before we discuss with the whole class. I want everyone to feel connected to each other by the end of this year. So, with that said, if you ever have anything to say, ask or want to discuss about, do not be afraid to come out with it. Also, that means there will be no private talks with me, if you wish to talk with me, you can talk to the whole class. I know it sounds cruel, but this will just be another step to bonding with everyone. The only private talks that will happen will be when I instigate them myself, which will probably be very rare. And remember," she added, "Everything that is said in this room will never leave this room." That was when the bell rang, signalling the end of class. All the students just sat there staring at their teacher in disbelief, wondering if they were hearing things or if this was really the end of class. They soon all got up and scurried off to get to their next class. After checking on her son, who fell fast asleep in her chair, her eyes landed on her most interesting student. Her most eccentric student.

"Hideki-kun," she started with a smile and he looked into her emerald eyes with his own obsidian one's.

If anyone (from the last story) remembers, this chapter use to deal with middle names. I've changed that, as the Japanese don't have middle names (younger me was slightly disappointed by this fact, but oh well). Instead, I'll be introducing nicknames. I really didn't change much, just some small details and errors.

This chapter is still brazingly boring, haha, sorry; I've always hated prologue chapters anyway.

Next update is taking a bit longer. :) I've rewritten about half of it, but my last year of high school is starting up and already kicking my arse.

Thank you for reading,
~Sakura