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Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note, nor its characters. If I did I would be a happy kitsune.
Prologue
Ryuzaki's infant brother laid beneath the pillow, squirming and squealing for precious air; air she would not let him have. She couldn't stand him, crying and complaining whenever he needed something. Couldn't he get up and get whatever the hell it was on his own? Well, no, but that was beside the point; if all he would do was bawl, she wanted him dead.
"C'mon, Near!" she hissed at the still living baby, "Suffocate already!"
NO! a voice in the back of her head shrieked, causing her to release the pillow. Her midnight eyes went wide as her corrupted personality sacrificed its control of her and her usual one came to the surface. She sat back on her heels and stared at Near, still crying from her other's murder attempt, but still very much alive. Tears welled up in her eyes suddenly and she scooped her baby brother up in her arms, holding him closely and comfortingly. "I'm sorry. . .I'm so sorry. . ." She whimpered to him, the tears cascading over the dams of her eyelids, "I won't let her harm you again. . .I won't let 'Kira' harm you. . ."
She soothed him and calmed his whining till he fell asleep in her embrace. Rising to her feet slowly, she carried him to his nursery and laid him in his craddle, tucking him in snuggly. She gently broushed his white hair from his forehead and leaned down, giving him and affectionate, sisterly kiss on the brow. "I'm sorry," she murmured the apology again before turning and cutting out his light.
Leaving the room, Ryuzaki headed to her own room and shut the door behind her. She approached her bed and sat on it's edge as she opened a drawer, analyzing its contents. Her eyes fell on a silver pocket knife and a faint smile spread across her features.She grabbed it up and flipped it open, exposing the metallic blade that seemed to glisten in her bedroom's light. Cautiously, she traced her thin fingers along its edge, testing its sharpness. When it was apparent that the blade had not dulled in its time of being unused, she brushed it against her wrist, careful so as not to break her pale skin, and relished the shiver it sent up her arm.
But is wasn't enought, she wanted something more. She pressed the blade harder and rubbed it against her wrist quickly. It sliced her paper skin easily and dug into her flesh, sending a tingling feeling through out her forearm and a trickle of blood down her palm. Ryuzaki, however, dug deeper with the intent on making it hurt. She winced when sheer pain surged through her whole are and up to her shoulder, and sighted as one would at a lover's touch. Her eyes watched her life travel down her long fingers in crimson trails.
As if unstatisfied with this she cut herself a second time.
Then a third.
A fourth.
Fifth.
Sixth.
Incessantly, she attacked her wrists, ignoring the numbing feeling that erupted through out her body. Her vision began to blur and fuzz, and her ears rang but she didn't take the time to worry.
Nine.
Ten.
She deserved this-Kira deserved it. Bleeding to death seemed fitting.
Twelve.
Thirteen.
Her door was opened. "Ryuzaki," came a woman's voice as she popped her head in, " How was-Ryuzaki!"
She heard her name shrieked and it made her ears ring more. The knife slid from her hand and she swayed a bit, her eyes turning a pale gray from the lack of blood in her system. "Mum?" was the only word she managed before falling back.
As her body began to shut down, she heard her mother speaking to someone. She couldn't hear her very well, but one word was clear, and that was "father." Then one last thought came to her as her eyes fell shut, If you cut again, you'll be sent to Japan to live with your father.
