Author's Note: This is the second chapter of Waltz. Hope you enjoy! R&R minna-san!

Disclaimer: Sorry, don't own Death Note nor the actual notebook itself; just borrowing them for a while.

Chapter 1

"Amashiro Shitori, 35 years old, charged with massive rape cases, physical assaults as well as bank robbing was apprehended yesterday by the Japanese police force at around 3:00 PM in the afternoon. Soon after the capture, the man began to act strangely and about 3:15 PM of the same day, died of cardiac arrest…"

"Reading the paper?"

I couldn't help but turn my head to the one who spoke. A voice that had been with me for such a long time that I didn't mind not having so much friends nor going outside the house to spend time with. I blinked a few times at him while absentmindedly started folding the news paper neatly before placing it back on the table.

I could feel warm breath grazing my skin which made me feel a bit uneasy due to the proximity as well as the feeling of being so closely watched. I blinked a few more times before poking his forehead in order to get him to back off. Usually this worked as a sign to show him that the space was being violated.

"Kira, what have I told you about being so close?"

I asked. Seemingly the only thing he did was back away and offered one of those sly grins. I on the other hand shook my head slightly before placing my elbow on the table and placing my chin on my palm for support while keeping my gaze on the Shinigami.

"It must have drifted my mind…again. Either way, it seems like you've been successful again. Anyway, seems like Hanta is doing a good job…"

He stated as he took his place beside me, peering over at the news paper with a slightly amused expression. The grin on his face grew wider and became more devious than it already was. Sometimes he looked so scary and yet putting up with him was the only thing I could do. Death gods…they were just an interesting bunch to say the least.

"I should be proud…ten long years of good hard work Hanta…soon, we'll be creating a world free from evil, and everyone in our world will be those who live good lives…no crimes and no more injustices. Wouldn't you like that, Kasumi?"

I felt myself cringe at the mention of my name…my exact name. I was always so used to being called Kumi that I tried discarding my actual name once. As my brows twitched, I shot him a glare since he knew I disapproved of it, and yet he continues to do it. It was a warning of course.

"Of course I'd like that…I feel like I'm helping out father with what I'm doing. And…Yagami Light! I told you its Kumi! Kumi!"

"Alright, alright…Ku..Kasumi. And I told you its Kira, Kir— hey, what's wrong, Kasumi?"

"Look Kira…it's snowing…"

Looking out the window, I saw the falling snow. It felt so nostalgic. It's like I felt like being taken back ten years ago, when I first met Light. The old grave, the snow covered tombstone and then the notebook. I never imagined how that day could change my life forever.

Standing from where I was previously seated, I walked over to the window and watched as the snow continuously poured over the streets. Just like every year it remained beautiful and pure. It was such a nice sight to watch. I never really enjoyed the snow when I was young, but for some reason I just felt that everything was so different during that time, like I was going to like it the moment the first snowflake falls on the ground…and I did.

"Kasumi…do you remember when you first killed using the Death Note?"

I heard him ask. I nodded as a response as I kept my eyes on the tiny glistening orbs that shimmered as the faint light shone upon them.

I was seven years old back then when I first received the Death Note…and it was also the age when I first killed a person using it. I could still remember the events vividly, from the moment I went inside the house with Light, up to the time we entered my room and turned on the TV.

"Crime rates have gone up again…this means daddy will be working late more often…"

The young girl sighed as she plopped onto her bed, the TV being turned off as she hated the news that it had just announced. Her father, Touta Matsuda, is a very important person to her. And since he was a part of the Police force, she couldn't help but worry about him every so often. She kept in mind that in her father's line of work, he could die at any minute due to apprehending criminals and the likes. The field work was very dangerous and that's what scares her the most. She for one didn't want to lose the only family she ever had, and if she could just will it, she'd ask her father to stop being a cop and choose some safer profession. Still, she knew how her father was such a dedicated man and she wouldn't want to take his happiness away by being selfish as to request him to quit his job.

"Would you like to help you daddy then…in fighting crime?"

The Shinigami who sat down beside her asked, a small grin could be seen on his face as he stared at the young girl intently, wondering if she would answer his inquisition or if she understood what he was implying.

"Of course I would…but what can I do aside from doing the chores and go to school…? Nothing…"

Dispirited, she averted her gaze form the ceiling and directed it at the death god who sat down beside her. Returning his gaze with a much softer gaze, she sighed. She was still wondering if he was the real deal or not. She had heard about death gods before and thought of it as just a myth, she never really expected one to show up and just started talking to her. It was just strange.

"Of course you can do something. You have my notebook, why not use it?"

"The notebook?"

"Yes, the notebook, Death Note."

Immediately, she sat up and looked at her side table where she had placed the notebook before turning on the TV. She gingerly crawled over to the side and reached for the aforementioned item. Inspecting it closely, she saw it as nothing but a mere notebook with the words "Death Note" printed on the cover. Upon opening it, she saw the black pages that had some the "How to Use" writing on it.

"How to use, number one. The human…whose name is written…in…this note shall die."

Looking back at Kira, she cocked a brow and pointed at the rules.

"Not to be rude or anything mr. Shinigami sir…but, how will this thing help daddy?"

"Oh you don't know?"

"Would I even be asking if I did?"

"Watch it kid, I'm not that tolerant on little kids with sharp tongues. Anyway…turn on the TV."

Kasumi grinned upon hearing the Shinigami's comment on her smart mouthing before turning on the television again. The news was still about a guy named Oshi Makide. He is a convict who had escaped prison and started killing people again. He was charged of murder and drug possession as well as drug abuse and being a pusher. She remembered her father being the one who caught him the first time the convict was put to prison, and now her father's hard work had just escaped and was holding prisoners inside a local bank, demanding for money and a get away car. They were flashing his face as the news went on in order to help the people recognize the criminal if he does get away from the cops.

Still with lofted brows, the girl looked at the Shinigami questioningly as if asking, 'so what?' The death god merely smirked as he pointed to the television screen. Following his fingers, she saw the convict's picture again.

"Write his name down in the note."

"Then he dies?"

"Yes, he dies."

"That's nonsense…no one dies from a notebook."

"Just stop thinking and start writing."

"Alright…fine…"

She agreed then. Reaching for her pen, she looked at the screen again and read the name of the convict. Slowly, she began writing the first kanji of the criminal's name. Soon enough she had finished writing. Upon finishing she placed the pen down beside her and then closed the note before looking at the screen. People were still in panic. Nothing was happening. She turned to Kira again and blinked. She new it was such a dumb idea to listen to something that other would consider as an imaginary creature. Even she didn't know what went inside her mind and followed what the Shinigami had said.

"Just wait…impatient Kid…38…39…40."

The grin on his face widened as the people inside the local bank started to run out like frightened mice. This had caught Kasumi's attention as well, perplexed as to why things suddenly got chaotic than it already is.

"People seem to be rushing out of the building—wait, what's this…? According to one of our crewmen that went inside with the police, Oshi Makide went into cardiac arrest and died. The police are now bringing out the body…"

She soon turned off the TV, her eyes wide as she stared down at the note that was in her hands. She couldn't believe it, the man who's name she wrote on the note was dead, he was really dead. She had caught a glimpse of Kira from the corner of her eyes, smirking widely before chuckling.

Noticing this, Kira also turned to look at her before his chucking became a loud laughing sound. His eyes that were visible behind the skull mask gleamed a deep red which frightened her to an extent.

"I—it can't be…its…its just a coincidence that he…is… dead, right?"

"Of course not, the Death Note is a Shinigami's notebook. We have to write the name of humans in there to extend our lives. It was no coincidence that Oshi died."

"I…I killed…a person…"

"Yes…but don't think of it as something bad. Think of it as something good."

"How the in the world is killing something good!?"

"Punishing the evil people, punishing the unjust, think of yourself as someone who is working for justice…helping your father in trying to stop crime by killing the criminals. Make a world where everyone is at peace so that your father doesn't have to risk his life in trying to apprehend those criminals you hate so much."

"But…wouldn't I be like them too? A killer? No…worse…worse than they are…"

"No. You'll be a savior…a Goddess…that's right, the Goddess of a new world where only the good are allowed to live. In order to make things better, we have to make a sacrifice…besides, what right do they have to live when they made people suffer…made you suffer…?"

My mind drifted away from the memories I was having when I felt Kira near me again. I looked at him from the corner of my eye and saw his face filled with blankness. No emotion was there as he stared across the streets and at the empty house across ours. Slowly, his body went through the walls and then I saw him drifting over to the old abandoned house. His figure went through the gates, his hands and fingers inspecting every piece of wood and other materials which the house was made up off. Curious, I turned my heel to leave the room, went down stairs and made y exit in order to follow him. Eagerly, as I came upon the old rusted gates, I tried opening them. No use. The rust was to thick that the gate wouldn't even budge. It was then that I saw the fence. It wasn't that high and not exactly that low, just perfect. Placing both hands on the fence, I gave a tight grip on it and made sure that when I hoisted myself up and inside I would make a clean landing.

'Ouch…"

I mentally whined as I rubbed my bottom as I stood up. Whilst walking, I dusted myself and went to the front door. A soft clicking sound from the inside was heard. Slowly taking hold of the knob, I turned it gently. With a swift precision, I pushed the door open and went inside. A cloud of dust was the thing that welcomed me, and as a greeting, I emitted short but continuous coughing sounds. When I got the chance, I covered my nose and mouth before I could cough any harder. When I started looking around, aside from the dust that was constantly floating around, different areas of the house were filled with cobwebs and the occasional spiders that hung about. As I continued to look around the place, Kira's form caught my attention as his figure disappeared up the stairs. Cautiously, I followed him up the flight of stairs and into a room which was at the other end of the hallway. Gingerly reaching for the knob, I turned the handle down and opened the door. Click. There was a soft and small clicking sound that made it known. Before entering, I looked at the floor and saw pencil lead and was broken into two. Kneeling down, I took it in my hand and inspected it further. Most likely I was lead from a technical pencil. Putting that aside, I entered the room slowly. There I saw Kira sitting on the edge of the dusty bed. The dust, just like before was still spread out into the room, hardly any light passed through the barred windows and no wind could be detected. Only fair heat could be felt inside the room despite the cold weather outside.

As I watched him from where I stood, I could almost sense a feeling of sorrow from the death god, and for some reason, that had made me feel rather sad as well. For some reason it just did. Maybe all this time I spent with Kira, I have become rather empathetic that I could feel how he felt at the moment. Then again who knows? Maybe its just an effect of use being together for ten years and me considering him as a friend of sorts. It was possible…right?

Again, I resumed walking inside the room and then approached the bed. I looked around before taking a sit beside the Shinigami. He didn't even move nor bother to look at me. He seemed deep in thought. The silence was awkward and it felt rather eerie. It made me wonder…was this his house before he died?

"This was a nice house…four people lived in it once…then it became three…and then two…until no one else lived here."

From the corner of my eye, I glanced at him. He seemed so serious, less like how he appeared to me before. Actually this was the only time I saw him in such a state. He was talking about people that lived in the house. Who was he referring to; His family maybe?

"Is this your house Light?"

"Was would be the correct term Kasumi."

"Oh I see…do you miss it?"

"Not really…just…remembering a few things. Nothing more."

After his last statement, everything went silent. For some reason, I could help but think he was hiding something…like he was lying about not missing his home. There was something in the way he moved and acted that contradicted what he had said. For some reason I could just feel it.

"Anyway… time to go home Kumi. You don't know when you're good old…FATHER will arrive."

He said as he stood up and went through the walls again. Probably back to the house. Stretching for a bit, I then stood up and exited the room I was in whilst dusting myself. Going down the stairs, I made my way out of the old dusty house and went over the fence, a repetition of earlier…the loud thud and the mental whining had resumed as I landed on my bottom rather painfully. Crossing the streets, something caught my attention. The gate was opened and the garage door was left open as well.

'O-oh…'

Mentally I mused as I quietly opened the door to the house. When I looked inside, I met the gaze of my half annoyed father. I entered the house sheepishly and twiddled my fingers together, interlocking them in a sheepish fashion as well.

"Hello daddy dearest."

"Don't you daddy dearest me young lady. Go to your room now and stay there."

"But…"

"No buts! I told you a thousand times to not leave the house while I'm away unless its school…and Sunday is not a school day. Now up to your room."

"But…but…"

"No buts!"

"Fine…"

"Good…I don't need you adding up to my prolems…this Hanta case is racking my brain…"

Now that had caught my attention. My father was working on the Hanta case? Since when? Why was I not told of this?

"The…Hanta…case?"

"Yes princess…the Hanta case…now go to your room."

"Yes daddy."

With that I went to my room and shut the door tightly, locking it from the inside and making sure the keys were with me as well so that no one can enter without my permission. I sat down on my bed and turned on the TV. I couldn't help but feel myself grin as I saw what was on and what was happening again in the area.

45 criminals on death row and 45 criminal that weren't caught yet had all died of cardiac arrest.

"Look Kira…I did a good job, right?"

"A good job? Consider it great Kumi. Soon enough the world we dream off will become reality and you as goddess will reign supreme."

"I know."