Dr A Murakami: (Click, Tape Recording. Patient: Yagami Sayu. Day 5) How did you and your mother find out about Light Yagami two years ago now.

Sayu Yagami (Looks out window for very long pause): It had been just over a week since we'd lost dad. Erm (heaves a long sigh to prevent tears), Light hadn't been returning calls, or coming over to visit anymore and he never gave excuses why. At the time, I thought distancing himself from us was a way for him to deal with the grief, because I knew he'd blame himself for our father's death. One thing I've always known about Light is that he doesn't accept losing or failure.

I was...I'd come back home from varsity and mom was there too. There was a knock on the door. It was the acting Japanese police chief, Kira investigation team along with about a few other people working under the police as investigators, from America. The acting chief came in with his deputy and sat us down on the couch...They told me...th-they told us, that...that his body was found on a steel staircase in some industrial area (long silence). I remember exactly what he'd said. "Members of the Japanese Police Force and international investigators were present when your son and brother, Light Yagami confessed to being mass murderer Kira before a struggle ensued which ultimately led to his death yesterday..." (Voice breaks; fiancé tightly grips hands for support, fiance seems shaken too).

I was numb. I didn't believe it. In my head, it wasn't possible for my dad then my brother to be taken away in another weeks' time. I had no idea that I could die so easily, that the world could end so quickly. How is it that everything could be perfectly normal then disappear in the space of two weeks? There's only so much a human can take. Falling. It felt like I was falling or being kicked when already down. I felt my mother go cold; she stayed like that for the next two years. Literally the next day the world found out from every news station, company and media house...and that was it."

Dr A Murakami: (Note: Patient doesn't mention how she felt about brother being Kira, only mentions how she felt about his death...)

Chapter 2: We Need New Names

My head felt dizzy and numb, pulling my body up from the bed I hadn't slept in for weeks. What a fantastic dream it was, sleeping through the night comfortably, as undeserved as it was. I looked up at the ceiling and realised dispiritedly what I'd feared; the house was quiet, there were no distractions to keep me occupied and it was the beginning of a bland new day. Time to find another pitiful reason for carrying on.

A welcomed scene greeted me outside my room; my aunt with her bags packed and my mother bidding her farewell. Both looked at me with a calm resolve when aunt Miyako came up to me. "Look Sayu, I know we haven't always gotten along but can you promise me one thing," she pleaded softly, "Please be good to your mother and yourself."

Her face contorted into a doubt-filled frown when she got no response from my shifty eyes. She had nothing more than to believe that I'd take her plea. Without another word, she picked up her bags and left the house bound for her home in Kobe. When she left, mom turned back to me taking the chance of silence to re-establish talks again. I flinched when she smoothed the fake blonde strands tickling my face.

"No, don't touch me. You know that I don't want to be here. I'm only here because I've run out of choices."

She bowed her head watching me walk away. After dressing for varsity and taking anti-depressants, I hesitated before taking the leap to open the door as I was debilitated by my fear of being in public. Luckily my mother came from behind to open the door for me. I didn't thank her or look at her for that matter...and left.

The morning rush hour had begun as I made my way to the subway to take me to varsity in Tokyo. I swam through the current of women in the women's carriage of the train and continued my routine like clockwork. Stand near the door. Clutch my backpack, turn my head completely away from people towards the window so no one would see my face or realise that I was trying to conceal myself. I didn't know whether the blonde hair and dark sunglasses helped me hide or made me stand out.

Just the thought of someone recognising me with odd looks and lingering stares...it's something that would've made me jump out the window whether the train was moving or not. Taking public transport and just being in public by myself would've been impossible if not for the pills. It was like being surrounded by a sea of sharks wearing a shark costume so no one would notice you. I began shifting uncomfortably as standing for about fifty minutes was punishing after the dizzying pills, when a woman in front of me was reading the newspaper. I caught a glimpse of the headline and couldn't help but read on:

'Crime up by 60%:

Japanese Police have released official statistics indicating crime rates have increased in the major Kanto metropolitan area of Japan during the third quarter of the fiscal year. These include significant increases in crimes such as illegal contraband and narcotics possession, homicide, gang-related violence and sexual violence. On an outside note, there are also reported higher rates of suicide among women aged 15 to 40. Police Chief Sekimoto announced that the reports of increased crime and suicide being a retaliation and a direct consequence of the terrorism experienced by the Kira massacre, stopped two years ago, are baseless and speculative at best. Sekimoto-san addressed the press at the National Security press conference held this weekend after parliament passed the new Prisoners' Rights Act amendment-

"What? You got a problem?" asked the lady in front of me.

The rude snarl snapped me back into where I was. The woman holding the newspaper noticed that I was staring at her paper too closely and was annoyed at my innocent public commuter conduct. I shook my head looked back out the window not wanting to look at anyone.

This was all part of the new macabre public conduct, taking effect about two years ago obviously. The women's carriage used to be a place of sharing information, of meet and greets, people talking, gossiping and chatting. But now, no one trusted anyone, nor ever wanted to speak, start a dialogue. It was the quiet song of a demoralised people. It carried into the outside world, where the Tokyo subway station was less enchanting and less enthusiastic. I remember how one time, a minister was criticised for calling the public 'emotionally bankrupt', it was funny to me, mostly because it was true. It just affirmed that it would take a long time for the nation to heal.

xxx

Life was no different on campus. Fewer students attended sporting events, participated in social events and clubs. It had been two years since the massacre had ended and it made me curious as to how many people had their lives directly affected by it.

At varsity I just did the usual and kept to myself and, if I thought public transport was intimidating, it had nothing on going to school where people knew that I Sayu followed by that unspeakable name 'Yagami' attended. My first refuge was always to find the only person willing to come close to me. Meghan.

Walking down the hallway, watching people pass me by staring down at their feet, sometimes huddled together in pairs or groups, I realised that I'd forgotten what it was like to have true friends; all of my previous friends were too afraid of me now or were told by their parents not to go near me. Clearly many people still didn't believe my mom and I when we told the courts that we didn't know anything about what was going on and kept silent about it to protect our 'beloved' as some people thought.

So where was Meghan today?Even though we took different majors and courses, she still stuck by me all the time, ironically the foreign student helping me adjust-

"-Watch where you're going Yagami Kira-"

As I was shoved hard into the nearest wall by my shoulder, my heart almost jumped out of my throat when I suddenly heard those two words that had become the bane of my existence along with who had said them.

She always looked at me directly. She never smiled, not even at her own taunts at me. She never wanted me to have a moment's peace. What she, along with her posse, wanted was to humiliate and dehumanise me at every given opportunity. Haruna had nothing on her.

The 'tries-to-excel-academically-to-gain-parental-acceptance' type of smart dark haired girl, Yuko Takada, from one of those academically competitive families I'd heard, had made a habit of worsening an already unbearable hell. The day I met her or rather when she recognised me in freshman year of college, she'd been my biggest beleaguer. I just never knew why.

"Stay out of my way." I tried from over my shoulder, talking tough but I couldn't back up the bluff.

"Or what? You gonna kill me Kira? Man, I thought being in some crack house was enough to make you slice up your wrists, but I guess I'll have to work harder." she taunted.

Most people would never dare say dark things like that to another human being out loud anyway, but Yuko was of a different sort. She was unafraid of crippling me with her hate. She enjoyed stalking me around campus and watching me eat, yelling out loud 'when are you gonna choke already? Or walking behind me with a razor blade crying out 'hey I've got one for you, just use it anywhere on your body...

At this point I was numb to the bullying. I already hated myself, so she was just speaking louder than my thoughts. I didn't know how long I could keep my cool but there was no escape. I was already behind everyone else in my studies because of the trauma and bereavement leave I'd taken.

I walked into the lecture hall feeling guarded because I hadn't seen Meghan prior as per usual mornings so my comfortable routine had been disrupted. At least I wasn't hungover this time. I wasn't however surprised that Yuko and two of her friends had come inside behind me even though they never did the law course. It was their pleasure to torment me.

I walked right to the back of the hall and found an available seat near the door as per usual, but Yuko and her two friends beat me to it and took up all three remaining seats at the back of the room. My temple was fuming that she'd taken all the seats when she didn't do the subject. I had no other alternative but to sit next to Yuko in the only other unoccupied seat in the back row. My nostrils were flaring.

"Welcome back" she whispered.

I placed my heavy law textbook down just as the law professor walked in and reached into my backpack sitting on the floor for my writing pad and turned back to my desk.

Something immediately caught my attention.

Something was placed on my desk underneath my textbook.

A thin A4 size booklet was sticking out from my usual textbook, one I didn't recognise and naively thought nothing of. The professor had started speaking about page numbers and such so I had no time to contemplate what it might be. I casually removed my law textbook to see the jet black book with white gothic styled writing on the cover.

Death Note

At first, I didn't realise what it was. All of a slow motion eight seconds it took me. It's like when pipes are placed under intense water pressure, it takes time, sometimes slowly before they burst open...

The world finally collapsed under the light weight table my feet rested under, I didn't believe it; that I could die again so quickly, it was a prank too cruel to be believed that anyone could conjure such evil...I felt my head tipping backwards to help inhale as much air as possible. Nothing more was felt.

I screamed at the highest longest held pitch I could muster.

My throat was at breaking point. I screamed so loud my head threatened to burst off the mounting on my neck, veins dangerously popping and throbbing. Several students closest to me turned around sharply in alarm before, in split seconds, began backing away from my wicked table, jumping out of their chairs to start a chain reaction.

"HOLY SHIT! IT'S A DEATH NOTE!" a guy screamed while backing up.

Screaming panic, more screaming panic.

Hordes of students escaped in a confusing blurr around me, sprinting, and gunning, trampling each other, stampeding, jumping over whole desks, tripping, and pushing each other out of the way just to make a break for their lives.

"GET ME OUTTA HERE!-"

"MOVE OUT THE WAY!-"

"WE'RE GONNA DIE!-"

Screaming panic. More screaming panic.

Kicking the table over and down the stairs of the lecture hall was instinctive: I needed to get that thing away from me. With my renewed strength, I broke the chair bolted to the ground and threw it across from me. There was a hollow echo in my head, like wind passing a narrow tube, as I watched the stunned professor making his way up the stairs to get to me against the tide of traumatised students dying to escape.

"Miss, miss? What's the matter? What's wrong? What's going on?" said the alarmed law professor holding onto my arms to steady me.

I tried to talk but my absent voice wouldn't allow me. Everything went quiet as a warm fast liquid slid down from between my legs uncontrollably. I found feeling back in my legs which I used to propel myself away from the professor to head for the exit. As I ran out, the unmistakeable ehcoed voice of my oppressor blew into my ear, I overheard Yuko and her two friends laughing spitefully as I ran.

"D, d, d did you, did you...Did you...s, s, s see that l, l, look on her fugly Yagami face?"

"L, l, l, looks like she j, j, just had a heart attack! Get it!?"

I ran down the hall screaming, tears streaming down my face. My eyes told me nothing of what I was seeing or where to go...

xxx

My body flew to the cold hard ground of the girls' bathroom and the back of my head hit the smooth tiles next to the sink. I couldn't breathe, the oxygen kept getting stuck in my throat as I hyperventilated. Everything was uncomfortably on me, my eyes, and my body soaked in my own sweat and urine. My hands flew to cover my head when two other girls walked inside the bathroom and let out quick screams before making their way out swiftly.

I'd only ever seen it once before.

Death Note.

It was by accident in a newspaper. The picture was leaked to the press from a highly classified document leaked by the most notorious world leaking site; the security minister almost had a heart attack himself. But once I saw it, I couldn't stop staring at it. No one, except those who'd worked in the Kira investigation team, had ever and would never ever find out any information about how it worked or what it looked like inside as the information was classified to the highest level by National Security and taken away to the UN Security Council. It was still a scary mysterious superpower we didn't know much about.

I rubbed my head and stood up, allowing my hood to fall to my shoulders. Staring at myself in the mirror, hot angry liquid bubbled inside my stomach, one that threatened to be my undoing. A break in the clouds allowed for the sun to peek out and shine through the window of the bathroom. The bright flash of light shining beamed in my deep brown eyes and gave my brown eyes a sadistic red appearance, like the ones I'd seen in the eyes of my brother in my nightmares, but this time it didn't scare me, it empowered me, compelled me to give in to my darkness. My red iris gleamed and sparkled in my narrowed eyes looking at my reflection in the mirror. I could think of only one thing.

A blank quietness encroached my mind. A darkened spirit scratched my fingernails over the smooth glass of the mirror. The wire that'd snapped inside of me hung warily happy to be relieved from its burden and long critical strained pretence. Tears swam in my eyelids as I walked out the bathroom and into the corridor. It was eight thirty. Once she was done bullying me, she'd always head for her car to fetch her backpack and textbooks.

At that time, I couldn't remember anything...when I walked up to the girl standing in the student parking lot unlocking her car, the one with the dark hair and grabbed a fistful of it in tufts as the girl screamed. I felt, heard and remembered nothing once again when I slammed the girl's head against the car... again and again and again.

The windshield broke, blood splashed in jets of red beads and sprinkles over the girl's face shattering the glass, over my body and hands. I screamed my bottled up rage along with the almost dying girl...

I was going to kill her.

I was going to kill her when strong arms grabbed me from behind, pulling me off Yuko while two male students pulled Yuko away from me.

"YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW HER NAME!" Yuko shrieked through the blood and scars on her face as she was pulled away to on-campus emergency personnel. She didn't even realise that she was injured as absolute hysteria deluded her from pain.

"HOW DARE SHE, SON OF A BITCH! SHE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW HER NAME. MY SISTER, TAKADA KIYOMI." she screamed bursting out tears and trying to fall to the ground to weep while the medics and some students hurled us both away.

Yuko's cries of sorrow and hysteria followed me as I was being dragged away against my will. It was disturbing something inside me. I didn't know she had a sister. Or maybe I'd forgotten, because clearly it had something to do with me. That name. There was something about that name, but what was it?

Kiyomi.

After that, I finally snap back into feeling as I looked down at my bloodied hands with wide bulging eyes. It snapped me back to my senses and I stared down at myself.

"My sister Takada Kiyomi..." It reverberated in my blank head again and again...

"Crap! It's Kira's sister!" yelled one of the students holding me back and immediately let go after what Yuko had said. They all stared at me from a distance for the monster I was. Being from the same womb that carried the Kira. It was guilty by association. It was the burden of carrying the Yagami name.

I ran away with campus security chasing me. I ran, pushed and shoved people out of the way until I was off campus and ran into the wet streets. The blood on my clothes would attract a densely populated Tokyo so I opted for a cab knowing it would clean me out to get home. The cab driver kept looking at me suspiciously like a murder suspect as I had blood on my clothing but I kept my hoodie over my head, which probably wouldn't help my case.

When I got home I dodged my mother cleaning the living room and ran upstairs and shut the door breathing hard. I didn't know what was worse, the fact that I'd been lied to for so long or that I was unable to blame anyone for the lies... I ran to the bathroom and threw off the coat I was wearing and washed Yuko's blood from my hands. I wrung the blood-stained water from her jacket and placed it over the bathtub to dry. Then I sat on the floor, knees up and took a breath while shoving my head between my trembling knees.

"What have I done? I just had another mental breakdown and attacked someone! Again! Why am I still doing this? Why do I keep trying so hard? But if I end it all, at least Yuko's wishes of me being dead will come true as penitence for assaulting her..."

It was a neverending vicious cycle of torture. My mind was broken. The bathtub and shower curtain were hypnotising me. From my angle it looked easy to rip the curtains into shreds and tie it around my neck. Or perhaps the bathtub, shove my head into its pool.

I never watch the news. I stopped two years ago. But with nothing else to do days later, after explaining to my mother that I was not emotionally fit for school yet, I sat watching TV. It was too late to change the channel when I realised what was going on.

A press conference taking place at outside the International Criminal Court at the Hague with the attendance of persons from the UN Security Council for anti-terrorism, and the United Nations Centre for International Crime Prevention.

The topic: 'Kira: The deadliest serial killer of the twenty first century.'

The meeting was in response to protesters in many international cities around the world calling on the Japanese government to adhere to its responsibility towards those affected by the massacre by revealing information about the Death Note. My mind filtered out that damning title. I didn't want it to soak in and poison me further.

"-Mom! Come in here. They're talking about it on the news" I yelled standing up.

"-The Japanese government, Police Force and the UN Security Council have to comply with international law by restricting information of how the mass murderer known globally as 'Kira' was able to commit crimes of atrocity, as this would greatly compromise security. Revealing such information would greatly undermine efforts aiming to prevent future attacks especially in the wake of continuing investigation into the more than one Death Note being present at one time and copy-cats creating 'fake' Death Notes mainly by Kira support groups. As much as we applaud the remuneration given to people affected, we must also express concern over the failure of the Japanese government in the way they've failed to protect the remaining family of the deceased killer-"

I turned around to stare confusedly at my mother clutching the remote with her thumb still on the on/off switch.

"They promised us. The police and investigators, they promised not to tell us, the public or anyone how the killings took place with that thing. I don't want to find out, not even by accident."

It took some serious guts for my mother to open her mouth these days, meaning she felt strongly about what she'd said. I shared her sentiments. Sachiko looking evermore exhausted than before handed the remote back to me and walked out without another word until the doorbell rang.

"Good day ma'am" said a man at the door.

She didn't respond but waited for him to speak.

"My name is Kurosaki, Yuko Takada's lawyer. I'm here to serve your daughter some papers."

My mother narrowed her eyes when I walked to the door.

"What papers?" I demanded when arriving at the door. My heart skipped a beat when I saw Yuko standing behind her lawyer all bandaged up with scratches and stitches along her face with a dull yet satisfied look on her face.

"Court papers. I'm representing Yuko Takada. She's filed a civil assault case against Sayu Yagami for damages such as: assault with intent for grievous bodily harm, damage to mental harm and emotional stress. You may not know this but your daughter viciously and physically attacked my client yesterday."

I knew that this wasn't going to blow over just like the rest of the world trying to sue us over what happened during the massacre. This time I had actually touched a person without contemplating that I would be charged for assault. I didn't remember much actually, it just happened out of snapping from the mental abuse she'd inflicted on me. I walked to the freezing outside of the house to confront her.

"Yuko, I'm sorry okay, I'm sorry for attacking you but you provoked me. You crossed the line and you know it. Please withdraw the indictment of assault."

Her eyes took me in, snaking me up menacingly from top to bottom before she started walking away. "You Yagami's have done enough damage. Just accept your miserable life instead of trying fruitlessly to make it better."

I bit my tongue at the unfair retort because I really needed Yuko to be on my side. "Yuko please, don't you understand, we're also being punished here. My mother and I are barely coping as it is. Don't you think that's punishment enough?"

She stopped walking and stared straight at me with every never and gall at its potent, gritting her teeth.

"Don't you get it Sayu," she lowed, "That's the whole point. Punishment. I intend to make you suffer as much as Japan and some people of the world for this. You deserve this punishment as much as we do for as long as you bare the Yagami name, a name that will go down in history with the likes of Hitler, as a name synonymous with evil. Demons in human flesh."

"I never did anything wrong." I whispered in perfect victim mentality.

"Neither did my sister." she hissed stepping closer to my dreary face.

The sheer bitterness in her narrowed vicious eyes was jumping out and stinging me, I'd never seen such raw hatred from someone else this close. She hated me because of something that happened to her sister. She gave a fake bow of courtesy before walking away with her lawyer.

My feet felt paralysed by what I'd seen. Her eyes alone could've killed me alone. I could feel that familiar feeling of guilt and self-abasement bubbling under my heart. So much hatred had robbed Yuko of her soul and it was all my fault. I walked back into the house with my mother watching me silently.

"She pulled a prank on me using a Death Notebook." I said in a quiet tone staring into my mother's tormented eyes.

My mom tried walking away, but her feet wouldn't move her forward. She stood where she was and swallowed hard. Her brown eyes faded of all colour. Her skin drained of its colour.

"What are we doing? Why are we doing this? God please give me the strength to give up already." she lamented with a strained voice staring up and slowly shaking her head.

If I hadn't lost the ability to care for her, seeing my beloved mother like this would've shattered me. But now I had bigger burdens to deal with... I walked away from her as she leaned on the wall for balance and support.

I hastily shoved myself into my room before I could attempt to feel anything and slammed the door promptly, clutching the doorknob. I also lifted my head up while my weak legs gave way and I slumped down to the floor against the wall and smacked the court papers in my hands over my face. I couldn't believe the thought when it appeared in my head of reaching out to the Kira support/Kira Is Justice groups for financial support but erased the thought immediately and sighed loudly.

It just wasn't working. It wasn't getting any better. The healing of my mother and me hadn't improved. No. I realised that it would never end, we would just have to learn to live with the pain and contact the state lawyer. I wished I was my own lawyer already.

I was alone in this.

The feeling of giving up was reaching a tipping point when two days later, Meghan barged into my home to say: "Forget about the civil assault case. She's retraced the civil assault papers and has asked for another kind of reparation." said Meghan.

"But why?" was all I could ask before it became too good to be true. I didn't even think to question how she knew about it.

Meghan looked away from me, I got the feeling that she knew something to do with all this. But I welcomed it; it was all I needed to hear, someone else, someone stable was in control.

"What did you do Meghan? If you did anything uncalled for-

"It's nothing like that. I just blackmailed her." she said smiling and waving new court papers in the air. I could see in her smugness that she was trying to remind me that I still needed her.

"Just listen," she added seeing the annoyance in my eyes, "I told Yuko that I'd obtained footage of her planting that notebook on your desk before you sat there and I had several people who were willing to testify to the Student Representative Council. Apparently that kind of prank is now a criminal offense. So I kindly asked her to downgrade the civil assault case."

"Unbelievable."

"What's the point in studying law if you're not going to use it to your advantage? And I went through the liberty of going through your mail and read the letter from your lawyer. It's says now that you have to do 500hrs of community service and go to mandatory counselling, long and short of it. That's just over twenty days if you work a full twenty four hours everyday.

My burdens would never end. At least if I'd been sued out my ass I would've quit varsity and spent the rest of my days in a non-living state, but now I had to actually be in public with other people doing mundane labour. Despondency couldn't get any worse as I said nothing.

Days later, I jostled into the Department of Correctional Services in downtown Tokyo snuffing out a joint with my heavy brown camping boots on the visibly clean pavement, hoping that it wouldn't be spotted by the cities' clean patrol or anyone for that matter.

The second the glass door closed, my paranoia kicked in and I was afraid the people inside would somehow know it was me and stare. I was petrified of the prospect of stares and what they might intent. They could easily see my brother's face in mine. I walked into line and lowered my head, making sure that my hoodie covered my face sufficiently. I stared at the ground. Moved a little forward, stared at the ground. Moved a little forward. This way I didn't have to look at anyone. My heart was beating fast, but thankfully not enough for me to suffer a panic attack.

Finally it was my turn at the reception desk. The minute I got to the front I looked up and recognised the secretary immediately and she did me.

Rin. Rin Aragaki

She still had the same small pretty face, white thin librarian lips and the same bangs swept to the side and a long ponytail for as long as I'd known her. She looked at me fearfully with her jet black eyes, slightly wide eyed, and parted her lips slightly as if to say something but she decided against it last minute. Her head shot down immediately as she pretended to busy herself with some papers.

"Yes, how may I help you ma'am" she said swiftly never looking up at me.

"I have a community service letter from Judge Kamenashi-sama." She swiftly swiped the letters from my hands and began typing on her computer. I watched closely, noticing that she really wanted to look up at me.

"Here you go," she said handing me the papers, "go down the hall to your left and knock on the door that says room 201".

"Thanks. I know where to go. Rin-san" I said quietly using her first name and lingering where I was for a few seconds.

What I had said to her made her finally look up at me. We both felt the heaviness, how things have changed so drastically. It stirred something up inside her that I couldn't read. Not only knowing her name but telling her that I knew where to go.

We had a history of course.

I used to play around the secretary's desk waiting for my dad to get off work, and she would look after me. She'd allow me to amuse myself in her chair, spinning around to my delight, and bug her by asking too many questions. I was never allowed to answer the telephone, but at least I was allowed to lift it off the hook and hand it to her. It was innocent fun back when I was a brown haired child easily amused by small simple delights.

Back when my father used to work here as her boss. As the Chief of Police.

I walked down the hall, slightly grazing the walls with the sleeves of my oversized winter jacket. The memories came flooding me again. I could somehow see my father walking up and down, up and down stressed, stoic, and busy. I laughed internally when I remembered how I used to mock his seriousness by walking behind him and puffing up my chest, flexing my arms and pulling a manliness face stomping behind him to mimic him.

This place, you know, it even still smells like my daddy somehow...it made me feel safe.

I knocked on the door of room 201 and this time a man I didn't recognise with a walrus-like face and round belly greeted me at the door. The badge on his chest read 'Fujiwara'.

"Good morning, haven't I seen you before?" he asked.

"Erm, no," I said shaking my head slowly hoping he wouldn't recognise me as the daughter of one of the most important men ever to captain this building. "These are my community service papers."

"Splendid! I'll sign these papers, give you your number then introduce you to your supervising officer. Please sit down in the meantime." he said cheerfully typing on his computer and summoning someone with the phone. It took me by surprise. Genuine cheeriness was a rarity.

"Why are you so gleeful? Especially to someone in the system?"

He smiled at me through his moustache."Our attitude has to change because it's powerful enough to change how we feel. We need to remind people that prisoners and others in the system are people too. People are people," he said then continued after a pause, "I had erm, I had befirended a man incarcerated back when I was still a prison guard. Used to talk to him almost everyday and I work from 9 am to 10 pm, so he probably knew me better than my own family."

"What happened to him?"

"The mass murderer Kira hacked into our security files several years ago; he stole the dockets of the prisoners-"

"I'm so sorry sir" I interjected quickly not wanting to find out. I still had no idea how the Death Notebook worked and I'd planned on keeping it that way.

He nodded, giving me one genuine smile again. "Just wait here. He'll be here in a minute miss-

He slowly lifted his head when he saw my last name. I feared that it automatically meant he hated me. It was the burden of carrying the name.

"-miss Yagami, an unforgettable name indeed." This time he didn't smile back at me. I cringed at hearing my surname and buried my head in my palms spread over my face and took a breath.

There was a knock on the door. Fujuwara-san walked over to answer the door and spoke to whoever was behind it before he came inside. "Miss Yagami, this is your supervising officer who will be overseeing your community service hours."

I turned around and felt my heart being pulled downwards no, My dire heart sank into further resentment and aversion. He seemed to share the same shock as me.

"Well, I'll leave you in his hands. Gooday" said Fujiwara-san leaving my shocked self behind.

"No, no, No please," I begged backing up from my chair and clutching my chest.

He gave me a shrug and scratched the back of his head awkwardly. "Well, it is what it is. Hmmm, couldn't recognise you with that blonde hair." he said dryly to me. He appeared skinnier than I'd remembered. He had an unshaven unkempt beard. His voice was slightly deeper and he looked far scruffier with his unkempt hair and slightly vacant expression.