Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note or any of the characters in it-besides Michael.

A/N: This chapter is dedicated to Kirasuporter1993; thank you for Alerting!

Special shout-out of joy to Moonshine369, who was kind enough to put this story on her profile as a Featured Fic of the week!! –glomps- Thanks so very much!!

-ahem- Now that I'm finished spazzing…I hope you enjoy the chapter. :) –SS

A New Light

Chapter 7: Shades of Violet - Red

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Even with resolve set, her hands are shaking. Her entire view of the world, of life itself, is shaking. Violently.

The Death Note lies on her desk like an omen of doom (which, essentially, it is), surrounded by a grim and ominous aura. It's not something she can see; more like something her being can sense, but she finds the strength-the foolishness?-to disregard it.

Lina is terrified and exhilarated. Soon, she will truly serve Kira.

But what if she can't handle it? Using a supernatural power to take human life…

No, she thinks firmly, shoving her straying thoughts firmly back in place. No matter what, I will stay strong. I can't waver. Her faith will keep her strong.

She sits at her desk and reaches for the book's cover hesitantly. She is almost..afraid. Afraid of something with this much power. Afraid of what she is about to do. Afraid, selfishly, of what it might do to her.

But her newfound willpower kicks in, pushing her to lift the death-black cover and lay the book flat open. "Oh Kira-sama," she breathes softly.

Simple white pages, the same as any other normal notebook. But she can practically feel death seeping from the spine, oozing into her. Filling the atmosphere with what humans interpret as 'evil'. A quiet lust for death drifts from the lined pages.

She refuses to let it deter her. She searches through a drawer and brings up a pen with dark violet ink. Violet? she wonders. Well, the rules say that the color doesn't matter..and I want to get this over with..

A small click as the cap is pulled from the pen. Lina inhales shakily.

Sidoh almost groans. Great, she's actually going to use it…And why is she taking so long? It's just death; nothing abnormal…but if she goes through this ridiculous, drawn-out process every time, who knows when I'm going to get back home?

She lowers the pen's point to an unsoiled page. Blank, pure, and waiting to be colored with a death sentence.

Realizing something, she racks her brain for a name. Why didn't I think of one beforehand? Her hand pauses above the paper. A life is extended for a few more seconds. Um…oh, all right, he'll do.

Struggling to recall the exact spelling from yesterday's newspaper, she scribbles in tiny handwriting-wobbly, from the hands' renewed shaking-

Mashite Sakaru.

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June 12th, xxxx.

Mashite Sakaru, 35, suspected serial killer, dies in prison while awaiting trial.

Cause of death: heart attack.

To be continued

-Rule VIII of the Church of Kira:

Death is only natural. But it is something you should be ashamed to do, unless you have contributed something to the greater good.

Pray that you will join Kira, when Death comes to end you.-

A/N: On a good note: my other serial is basically finished (I'm just agonizing over the epilogue…), so I will hopefully have more time to work on ANL. Domo arigato, those patient enough to put up with me; I shall try to update more frequently.

I hope you liked this chapter. Reviews are my day's highlight, but feel no obligation. Have a nice day. –SS