I don't own Death Note...I only own Demetra, Adelle, and Marie, Amayia, and the father, and Mika (who will be here in later chapters) the concept of this, and the plot.

Days have gone by, and I felt asleep through the week. I didn't feel alive, I didn't feel dead, I didn't feel anything. I was just going through the motions of living, and Mika picked up on it. Even when the team discovered the use of the Death Note and discovered there were two, I tried to force smiles at her, to convince her it didn't bother me, that I was all for it... she could tell.

I was down, I was depressed, I was worried. Every second seemed to bring L closer to pointing his long index finger at me, appointing his black eyes to mine, spitting at me undeniable accusations of not really helping the group, of knowing something the rest didn't, pushing the accusation closer to a false, sensible solution.

The only time I could cut myself was when I left the building because I had decided to know where the cameras and wire taps would be before I officially lived there. I would usually go out during the night time and walk a long distance until I found a park that had a large group of trees. I would make myself comfortable in the fort of leaves and branches, and do my duties thither.

Mika never caught on to the park, but I knew L did. I bet that whenever he watched the screen revealing me escaping his little cage that he either already had wire taps on my clothes or sent someone to follow me. However, I never sensed anyone following me, and even if someone did, they couldn't possibly have seen me through the thick brush and trunks. They may wonder why, and would most likely assume that I had a was writing in a Death Note, but couldn't do anything until they confronted me about it and found proof. Like they were going to get any.

One night in particular, if someone was following me, I would have been most paranoid—Adelle was there, and she had depressing news. At first, I was surrounded by plant life, dragging the small blade of my pocket knife across my feet. I cut my feet most of the time because I usually wore shoes or socks, so it was the easiest area to cover up.

I was cutting myself because I wanted to know why Kyle wanted Mika in his life to such an odd level. Marriage? Family friend? That didn't make sense in my mind. Sure, if this were a hundred or so years ago, I could understand, but This is the 2000's, not the 1800's. Differences have occurred. Views on marriage have changed. How people meet, depart, and fall in love have changed. Though human nature hasn't changed, everything else has; technology and surroundings evolve, but people still fall in love, still get married, still have children, still live, still die...

As I winced at the unwlecomed, self-inflicted pangs of the sharp edge, I felt dizzy, and I realized what Kyle was up to. I saw visions of Kyle yelling at Mika and her parents. Mika being stuffed into the backseat of a car. Mika crying whenever she realizes it's Kyle on the phone or at the door.

Kyle isn't a nice guy.

He's a criminal.

An criminal not yet convicted; not yet found, wanted for theft.

He's wanted for the robbery of millions of dollars from around the world, but mostly in North America.

He used this money to buy all his cars, mansions, weapons, and Mika.

Mika and her family were threatened by Kyle with one of those weapons.

Mika now fears for her life and innocence as well as her family's.

The images were very clear and crisp, much more than I liked. I supposed I felt worse and more distressed because Mika was my friend. Small tears wrapped themselves round the corners of my eyes. I wiped them quickly away with my sleeve and ignored the lump in my throat.

Just as I was developing a plan to control myself around Mika, Kyle, and the investigation team, a musical voice flowed from the space behind me.

"It took you long enough,"

I sobbed. "Poor Mika!"

"Yeah, poor Mika. Anyway, I have some news for you. Ready?"

I scoffed.

"You won't like it. You know how far away your birthday is from now, eh?"

"Yeah,"

"Well, I want you to die before you're twenty four."

One: That's the worst pile of crap anyone has stuffed in my ear.

"Oh, really? You want me to die, BAM, like that? That's stupid. Why?"

"I don't want you to get too old or bored of this. I already am."

Two: That's frigging garbage.

"So soon? Why do you want me to die so soon?"

"Aw, you sound as if you belong with other humans in normal upbringings. How adorable. The desire to survive is swelling within you. Very cute, Demetra."

"No. I want to know why."

"Ah, well, the sooner you die, the sooner you can help me."

I knew what that meant. "Um...what does that mean? Help you...?"

"Demetra, you know. I want you to be by my side, on my side, as a goddess."

"You mean...I'm not going to be just some creepy little helper? I'm going to be a full-blown goddess?"

The word, normally looked upon with awe and admiration, was a mere accusation and term for damnation on my part. "You want me to be immortal?"

"Yes, I do, dearie."

"Why?"

"I want someone to carry along the wonderful heir of control and chaos in the human world. Everyone else is dead, dearie. You're the only one left."

"But you're immortal! You don't need me to be your little apprentice!"

"No, but no one except for those who have been cursed by it, since those who are blessed are usually ungrateful or ignorant, can comprehend it."

I sighed, disappointed with her words. "I know,"

She nodded. "I know you know! Isn't this great?"

I shoved the pocket knife back in my skirt, "No! It's frigging awful! You're in your own la-dee-da world where everything suits your needs and everyone bows down at your feet willingly!Oh, yeah, and you get a flipping modern-day indentured servant—me—to boot! Yeah, your having a pretty sweet time, I'd say! But not everything revolves around you!--"

"No? I thought it did."

"No! I live my own life, I have my own thoughts, feelings, and needs! I don't revolve around you, I can't revolve around you! I--"

She shook her head. "Dearie, don't deny what you you know darn well is true. I am your life, I am what your world revolves around, I am your goddess. Face the facts, don't lie to yourself."

I refused to look at her.

"Dearie, you're usually so mature about these things. I suppose it's just a reaction from your discovery of your friends fate..."

"Mika! Ohmigawsh, Mika! What's gonna happen to her? To him?" I shook form depression and rage. "But I'm not helpless! He's gonna pay!"

She chuckled dryly. "I like the sound of that. It's about time you fulfilled a threat."

I growled. "I never claimed I would kill him. Just give him what he deserves."

"Death."

"No. Worse."

She smiled broadly. "You learn slowly; you're stubborn, but, hey, you do learn it, I admit."

I stood, my body forcing some branches to snap. "I'm not listening to you anymore. I'm leaving."

"You're leaving the brush, not me, sweetie."

"Whatever that gets you to stop talking to me for at least five minutes so I can regain my sanity."

"Don't you have to have sanity at all in order to regain it? You didn't lose it, dearie, you were neglected of it!"

I jogged back to the building, and I caught no one following me. As I got to the busier part of the city, I felt both safer and more paranoid; more people, less chance of a spy to see me. More people, more people to see some random woman run down the sidewalk to a freakishly tall building that the public is not allowed into.

As I just approached the door, I could have sworn that someone was behind me, so, I did the instinctual thing—I swiftly turned—but no one was there...no one I saw. I even heard the bwoof of a body slamming agisnt a wall, retreating, but when I followed the sound, I didn't hear anything following it and I didn't see anything. I shrugged. Adelle was obviously getting the best of me, creeping into—jumping into—my 'normal' life under the monitoring of L.

Ah, a sweet update at last...I liked this one....be prepared for the next one...

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