Never thought

By: HitsuiroIssa

Truth.

A/N: The longest part. xD Right now I have lots of extra time, so here's a treat. LoL. Enjoy

Disclaimer: I wonder, what happens if we lived in a world where girls ruled? xD D

She watched Raito exit the gates and leave that night.

Dinner was finished, and she had eaten her fill, though she did not join in the conversations between her mom and dad. After that she helped clear up the table, said goodnight, and quickly left for her room. She waited until it was already 10:00, and her parents were sure to asleep. She peeped outside to see if the coast was clear, then made her way to Raito's quarters. He left it unlocked, and she pushed herself inside to the surprising neatness of her brother. She didn't know where to start, and she only had an hour left before he got home.

She turned to the bookshelves first, deciding to find the manual and confirm her assumptions. There it was, right beside his old Algebra book- a manual on how to build drawers, create attachments, and any other small wooden structures in the house. She took it out and flipped the pages. She didn't have time to study this, however- so, book in hand, she walked over to his study table and gazed at it, wondering what booby traps he could have installed. Movies always had booby traps, so why can't real life?

She opened his top drawer and saw his journal, then proceeded to open the rest. There was nothing to be found- but odd that the journal was the only thing in the first. Daring, she opened the drawer once more and removed the journal- and found the little hole below it.

She wondered what it could be. She couldn't fit any finger in it- so she wasn't supposed to pull it. There must be a key- she searched the top of his desk, his books, his little mug with the pens. She looked at the writing tools; there was a nice silver pen she hadn't seen before. Carefully, she took it out to examine it, and realized it might be the said key to the hole. Breathing in to build her confidence, she inserted it in the supposed place, turned, and pulled.

There was a soft click, and the bottom part was raised. She looked at what was under the drawer bottom- a black notebook with the words 'Death note' in silver writing emblazoned on it. She gasped, and then carefully lifted it out to see.

She flipped the notebook to see the pages, reading the names of countless victims…those criminals and FBI agents only Kira could have killed. Suddenly, tears fell upon the pages- she hadn't realized she was actually crying. But she couldn't deny the fact that her brother was Kira, that her brother was a mass murderer.

The notebook dropped to the ground, and she let the sobs come…for she was alone that night, and who would see? At least she knew the truth now. At least, if ever she died, she knew the truth- though it seemed better to die not knowing at all.

Damn her drive for justice, damn her curiosity and her intelligence!

She didn't hear the door open behind her. She only turned once he had spoken. "You are very clever, Sayu. I applaud you."

She turned with a gasp. Standing behind her was her brother- but his face wasn't of the brother she knew. It was cold, hard, hazel eyes almost crimson in the glare. This was Kira.

"I thought you were coming home at eleven," she said, quickly gathering the Death note in her arms. She was done for- but he couldn't kill her without the notebook in her arms. She had a chance- and is worse comes to worst, she'll have to write in it.

"I knew you were planning something, so I came back early." He explained, walking closer. "Now Sayu, give me the notebook. That's only part of the investigations, really, I didn't write that."

"Don't lie to me," she hissed, inching away. "I know your handwriting. And it was in your secret drawer all along!"

He shook his head, as if he was scolding a naughty child who wouldn't listen. "Sayu, I kept it there so that no one will see and learn about it. That notebook is dangerous Sayu, I've only used it once with those thugs back at the park."

Tears shimmered in her eyes. "I wish I could believe you, nii-sama, but I've learned before whom and not to trust." She looked down at the Death note. Even this close she could feel the alluring energy to just write his name down and get over it…

Raito's expression changed dramatically- now he was all insane, the clever look in his handsome eyes gone. It scared her, that look.

"Why not just keep it a secret? Can't bear having a mass murderer in the house, can you?" he taunted, eyes shining in malice. He launched forward and grabbed a fistful of hair. She let out a pained whimper.

"R-Raito! Let go!" She cried, struggling from his grip, but it hurt her more. Her brother took hold of the notebook with his other hand. "I will if you let go of this," he hissed in her ear.

Before she knew what she was doing, she made a grab for the hand holding the Death note and sank her teeth into the flesh, drawing blood. Raito screamed in pain and instantly lost hold of both objects- and the two sibling dropped to the floor, panting.

Sayu was the first to struggle to her feet. She grabbed a pen from his desk and flipped open the notebook. She had no choice- he was going to kill her, and who would know the truth? Nobody would be left…and maybe if she let him go on like this, her dream of him would happen. She didn't want to see him on the floor, dying with an insane face like that.

"I'm going to kill you," she announced, writing the word Yagami on the blank page. Raito sat before her, staring daggers at her. "Don't get yourself involved, Sayu. If I die, you get the Death note, and you'd never go to heaven or hell. You'd never live peacefully ever again." Though his face was hard and emotionless, his voice told otherwise. He sounded…worried.

"I know what I'm doing," she told him, her hand quivering. "And I don't care anymore. Besides, this is the only way I can repay you for all those years together…I'm saving you, can't you see? I don't want them to find out you are Kira. You won't go to jail, and nobody would know the truth. You'd die innocent in their eyes."

Ryuk guffawed behind us; he was enjoying this for sure.

Raito regained himself at last, and, ignoring the pain in his fingers, he walked over to his sister and sat behind her, embracing her in his arms, looking down at the Death note.

He held her hand holding the pen. "Go on," he said quietly. "You're right. I've done enough damage already. You finish me off."

She writes his name, but pauses at the last letter. "Tell me, though. Was…was everything before just a lie? Were we really happy? And did you mean all those things you said?"

He closed his eyes and muttered, "No. We really were happy- and I meant all those things. They were true."

She stifled a sob, tears sliding down her face. "I'll see you soon, brother." And with that she wrote the final letter.

Yagami Raito.

"Thank you," he said, closing his eyes, still not loosening his grip on her. She could feel his breathing. Maybe…maybe this is just a dream, wherein she would wake up on her bed, and the Death note never existed.

39.

"Raito…where would you go if you died?" She asked, looking back at him. He opened an eyelid and said, "I don't know."

30.

"Perhaps you would become an ace student like me," he told her, and she could feel his body trembling. "Only smarter. Only cleverer. Because I know you would never use the Death note no matter what the cause."

20.

"Don't say that," she pleaded, wanting to face him- but his grip was strong, he didn't want her to see. "I'll never be able to replace you, or to be better than you! You are Raito, the only Raito who could ever achieve as much…except for this mistake."

10.

"You could say that…but It was a horrible mistake, wasn't it? And I can't relive my life; I can't do anything about it. It' the path I've chosen and you are here to stop me. For that I thank you." He pressed on, and it broke her heart to have him sound this depressed.

5.

"Before anything else, nii-sama, I want you to know…" she started, her voice hitching.

4.

"...that I…"

3.

"…love…"

2.

"…you."

1.

She felt him slide to the side, unable to reply, to say anything at all. She turned around and gathered him in her arms- he felt cold, lifeless, dead. She sobbed at the look on his face. His lips were left in a half open smile, his eyes closed, tears staining his face.