Kata's pov

When you left me, it burned my skin. When you left me, it killed my emotions exept one. When you left me, the sun stopt turning around the Earth at night. When you left me, my eyes cried without tears. When you left me, it ripped out my heart.

When you left me, I existed out of nothing but pain.

'I haven't told you anything at all about where my brother died,' I said again, more confident about myself now. There was something wrong with this guys… they weren't who they said they were. 'Don't tell me you red it in a paper or something like that.'

Matt opened his mouth to say something, but I cutted his sentence before he started.

'And you are no journalists for a local newspaper. Kira rules the papers these days… all the news, actually…'

'Well, maybe we are journalists who think your brother and dad might be killed by Kira-'

'Why the goddamn heck would you then say maybe?' I said, turned around and walked inside again. I could feel Mello shooting a dead glance to his fried, who only messed up more.

Mello's Pov

The back of the black-haired girl shudderd while she walked inside, and I could hear the footsteps on the stones that ruled her garden. My hand turned into fistmode, like the past few hours since we met this girl.

'Was her name in the documents you red?' I said, with a glance at Matt.

'It's Kata, Kata Yndema,' he said, while he hitted hisself mentally for his stupid actions. 'Her brother was Toru, as you know, her dad Hideaki, our friend. Her mother is called Akiko.'

'Journalists? You think we can go for journalists?' I said, thrying to blow my angryness away.

'Why not? You wouldn't say you're a chocolate addicted, ex-mafia boss grown up in a orphange for young geniusses who wants to catch Kira.'

'You wouldn't say Kata would give us such an easy way into her house.'

'What way?'

I grinned when I pointed at Kata's halve opened window.

Kata's Pov

Before I went up to my room again, I walked to the kitchen and grabbed a pack of noodles, the kind you only have to poor some hot water on. I grabbed the can with the hot water, that was always filled. My mother wanted tea at the weirdest times of day – and night – so there was always something. I grabbed a mug, and threw the noodles in it just before the water got in.

With the hot mug in my hands I walked the stairs, up to my room where I wanted to think this guys over and over, untill I got a conclusion. I could think better with something hot in my hands.

But when I entered the room, my conclusion was sitting right on my bed, dressed in leather, scarred, marked by life, and taking a bite of a huge piece of chocolate. My conclusions friend was sitting upon my desk, playing with his orange goggles.

Mello's Pov

Kata walked in with a mug in her hands, which explained the fact she wasn't here yet. The stairs should have been faster then the window.

'What the hell,' she said, without the dots between the words, just spoken fast. 'What the goddamnit fucking hell are you two doing in my room?'

'Isn't that a little bit to much swearing in one sectence?' I said, laughing inside.

'Aren't there to many persons in my room?' she breathed, stapping closer while putting her mug at her desk.

'I know when I'm to much,' Matt sighed with a little bit of a grin in his voice. 'I think I'm leaving.'

With that words, the guy climbed trough the window and stood on the garage roof. 'I'll follow your conversation from here!' he yelled, with a grin on his face.

'I think you wanted some explandation,' I said, while I actually didn't believe what I was saying – how long did we know this girl again?

'You make it sound like I don't understand something on school,' she said, still angry.

'I can explain maths too if you like that more.'

'So you know what the word maths actually means?' she said, faking a surprised look.

'Weird, eh?' I said, 'but I did follow my classes and didn't draw al time,' I pointed at the drawings on the walls, almost halve of them clearly ripped out of a notebook.

'You don't look like the class-following guy. If you'd ask me, I'd say you're a skipper or at least a I-don't-pay-attention person.'

'I had to follow my classes. I just had to beat Near…' just after that sentence I tought I might have said to much. I shrugged; it was to late to get back.

'Near?'

She didn't say one word to much.

'Some young guy who always got higher marks then me. If I studied the whole freaking week, he didn't learn at all and he got a ten when a stupid little grammer mistake costed me zero point one point and killed me. I could never beat the little brat, I was always second best…'

'My brother… my twinbrother always had higher marks then I did. I wanted to learn to play a guitar, but he had the talent. I learned for maths, he didn't. I got a fail, he got a ten. An eleven. Some people say that if one part of a twin gets a talent, the other one doesn't has the talent. Or that the one is good, one is bad… he sure was the good one. People compaired him to an angel, you know… he looked like one. Problem was, you can't hate a guy like that. He helped me with everything. But I was so clearly his little sister, while I'm actually five minutes older then he is.'

'Then you know how I feel.'

'Frustrated. Angry. Powerless. Uninmortant.'

She left the room, and for a moment I thought I totally messed up.

Kata's Pov

I left the room, without saying anything but just to see an old memorie. One I left two years ago, on that night.

I took a breath and knocked on the door I used to knock on. I knew no one would answer; but even after two years I didn't feel like entering this room without knocking. It was his room, after all. Nothing gave me the right to actually be here.

I opened the door and fell back in the memories I wanted to forget.

My fist touched the wooden door, making a sound soft as the wind. As always, he heared me and understood me.

'You can come in, Kata,' he said, directly reconising the sound of my knocking. Mum and dad both knocked in a different way.

'Thanks, Toru…' my voice was softer then normally and he direcly got there was something wrong.

'You alright, Kata?' his voice was calm, but I heard the fear in knowledge.

'I could ask you…' I whispered, without hiding anything. 'you don't wanna know what I dreamed, Toru… you died. You cutted open your hand… and you buried something. What are you planning to do, Toru?'

His face became pale, a dead white colour. Gray.

'Sis, I'm planning nothing. You just had a nightmare. There's nothing wrong.'

'I never sleep in class, Toru. There is something wrong. You know what happened to Midori…'

'That was just an accident!'

'It wasn't… I dreamed about it. I knew it was gonna happen!'

'Listen, I'm not gonna die! Not today, not tomorrow and not next week!'

'Toru… just make sure you'll survive. Don't go to the beach in the coming days. Don't bury anything. Don't cut your hand…'

'Listen, sis, if I die… then its because it has to happen. Then I'm giving my life for maybe a thousend others.'

'Toru!'

He gave me a pencil, simple, HB and dark.

'Take care, sis.'

I sank down on the wooden floor and cried, two years later. I forgot about the guys in my own room, and just ignored the pair of blue eyes that watched me from the slightly opened door.

'We're here for a reason, ya know…' the blonde man whispered. 'We're behind Kira.'

I rose from the ground, and looked straight in his eyes. 'You could die for only saying that.'

'You think Kira is good?' his voice was filled with disgust.

'Never. He… my dad and brother died of a heartattack… maybe…'

'You know how Kira kills?'

'By knowing a name and face, right?'

'He writes down that name. In a notebook. A shinigami's notebook. A Death Note.'

The awareness hit me with lightning.

'How many Death Notes are there?'

'We don't know. We think your granddad might have had one. And that he passed it to your dad. And that he passed it to his son.'

'Toru… I think he buried something before he… before he died…'

'How the heck do you know that?'

'I… dreamed about his death before it happened. When I heared it, I already knew his hand was cutted open, that there layd a grin on his face, that he laughed his lasts moments, that it was a heartattack…'

'Then there is a rule we didn't discover yet.'

'What?'

'There are rules in the Death Note. Maybe… Maybe you can get rid of one by a blood oath. One you've to pay for with your life.'