Challenge: Alternate Death Note Ownership. What if someone else found the thing?
Author: subdivided
Disclaimer: DEATH NOTE isn't mine

Notes: Based on something Daddy Yagami said in the hospital.


Crybaby

Sayu barely made it through lunch, had to forcibly swallow the bile threatening to rise in her throat, and was it just her or had the melon bread been particularly tasteless today? She went straight home after school - didn't swap stories with Chiyoko, didn't follow Mai to the arcade, didn't set an appointment with Fujimoto-sensei for next week.

At home she shrugged past her mother standing anxiously in the hall, took the stairs three at a time, kept her gaze fixed strictly forward as if glancing to the side were a weakness. Third room on the right, and after slamming the door open hard enough to leave a mark she kicked it closed behind her, viciously, before throwing herself onto the bed. She couldn't hold back anymore: she cried, great gulping silent sobs with her head turned into her pillow so that her mother wouldn't hear her.

It had been all over the news that morning: Aya and Kaori were dead. What had started as a joke didn't seem so funny now. She couldn't stop crying. At this rate she'd be the next to die, of dehydration.

"Sayu! Come down for dinner!"

She wouldn't be ready to come down for another year at least. That stupid notebook! Aya and Kaori were dead. She hadn't been able to look her classmates in the eye today and she wouldn't be able to look them in the eye tomorrow either.

"Sayu! We're all waiting for you!"

Her mother was waiting, and Father and Raito. But she couldn't go down without an alibi - they'd want to know why she'd been crying. For all she knew Father was in charge of the investigation. What was she going to do? Aya and Kaori were dead and she'd killed them.

Someone was knocking. "Sayu?" Raito asked. From her place hidden in the covers she could hear the muffled sounds of the door opening and closing. "I'm coming in," he said, belatedly.

How rude. But if it's Raito... His fingers brushed her shoulder. "Sayu, is everything alright?"

She emerged from under her comforter and turned to look at him; her face was swollen with tears but her eyes were full of hope. No, they said. But it will be.

Sayu swallowed. "Brother, there's something I need to show you."