Somewhere in a decollate land in an old castile stands and inside a King looks out onto the dead land of his realm. He has seen civilizations and cultures begin and die, wars waged, land swallowed by the sea. He has made beings, children if you will. They were not perfect nor pretty but that was alright. The realm he ruled wasn't pretty either. He wanted something, the King wasn't sure what it was just yet, but he knew he would figure it out. He had plenty of time after all.

It had been when he first watched the human world while some of his Shinigami inhabited it that he realizes what it was he wanted. He hadn't focused solely on what was happening between Yagami and L. The King noticed another human, Beyond Birthday, a human child born with Shinigami eyes. The child (for that what all humans were to him) was clearly insane. He would make a human like him. They would develop their eyes once in their teens, for the King was sure being able to tell when people around you are going to die is what made that boy insane.

He picked a soul he thought good enough, someone that just past on, stable enough mental health. The soul was a yellowy green color, it withered, died painfully but died stubbornly. He kept it in a small glass sphere as he picked a family from before Ryuk's little mess started. Something that reminded him of himself. Of course, just when he is about to start modifying the soul Kami and other being had to step in. "That soul is supposed to be at peace."

"I want to try something." The king stated, his bored gaze locked on the being before him. "We don't care Shinigami King. We are of higher status than you, just what do you think you are doing?"

"I was going to make it have Shinigami eye-"

"You most certainly are not! Do you have any clue what that will do to a human soul?"

"No?"

"It will mutate it and then destroy it! Not only that but that soul hasn't been recycled yet! It must be cleansed before being put into a body! Mortals aren't meant to remember their life before!"

"Some do."

"No one asked you Fate!" Fate grumbled at Kami, looking away.

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It was Saturday when a storm hit, I didn't mind. I hadn't anything to do. Looking out the window of my room I decide to go to the gazebo my father built in our yard. It was connected to the kitchen by a long glass hallway my mother used for plants. The gazebo was my space, has been before it was even built. I had seen a picture in a magazine and remembered the ones from my past life. Sitting in one was peaceful, the plants outside the glass, the rain gently tapping and running down it. I didn't like pugs and that was the closest way my mother could get me to play outside as a child. My father had once told me that if he had known he'd have built one sooner. The gazebo had huge pillows in a plethora of colors, it had books staked on one of the benches, in a corner was a cello and in a case right beside it was a violin.

When I got there, I stood in the center for a moment just letting the sound of the rain sooth me, the comforting atmosphere incase me, curling my toes into the soft blankets laying across the light wood floor. My eyes slid shut as I slowly breath in and open as I release it. My eyes watch the plants bob and dance as the rain hits them. Slowly, I approach my cello and gently take it in hand before getting the only real chair in the room and bringing both to the center of the room. After a quick tuning, I relax my shoulders and breath in again. I lay the bow across the strings and start to play, I remember. I played in my past life, for a short while, but I had loved it. It was soothing, like it was touching my soul. I wasn't sure why but in this life, I had just been drawn to the instrument.

The first time I heard a solely cello performance I had cried. My mother and father had thought I hated it and was having a tantrum. I had kept babbling about the music. "Haha, Chichi, the music!" I had been sobbing at this point, the performance had ended. "If you didn't like it we won't being you anymore sweetheart." I sobbed and shook my head at my mother. "The music stopped, Haha. There's no more pretty music." They looked baffled at each other. Through teary eyes I could see my mother narrow her eyes at my father, who looked helplessly at me for a time. The look was rather accusing really. Then my father's eyes lit up and my mother's look turned suspicious. "Ako, what about the CD's they are selling?" My mother's eyes lit up at the idea.

Crying or coming near tears when I heard a beautiful composition became normal until I started school. Three was not the best age for emotional stability.

The stress of the Kira case had been getting to me. Already over forty people have died and I had to wonder how no-one noticed in the manga until later. And while the anime had some differences the timeline was relatively the same if I remember correctly. From the day Yagami got the Death Note it took seven days for L to come into the picture, it's been four and I can clearly see that all these heart attacks are not normal. People around me are stupid to think it is all coincidence.

I couldn't wait those seven days, I started a new journal on the third day, writing the dates on the top and started putting my thoughts down, just so they have something to find when (Not if) they start to suspect me. I know entirely too much for them not to take notice.

Thunder cracks across the sky just as I hit a rather loud note in my playing, I wonder idly if I'd been playing to the rain this whole time. The thunder had been quite a bit away when I started plying the instrument. My mind seems to wonder off when I play in here, helps me think more clearly than splitting off in all kinds of directions. Other times it just blanks, just me and the music. People say I tend to cry when I play, but that's okay, I felt at peace, connected to those I left behind when I died.

L was coming soon, within the week, so that meant the broadcast would be soon. There really wasn't much I could do until L started considering it more closely. How was I going to make it seem like I knew something but not Kira? I was not going down with crazy and stalker. I need to be helpful but not too helpful or it would look suspicious. I was not going to pretend to have visions because then I'd have known it was Yagami the whole time and while I did they did not need to know that. There had to be a way, I could always carry some of my notes with me and bump into them in public… No then Yagami might kill me.

"Kiyoshi, come inside, you've been playing for hours. Come have some dinner, it's late and you have study tomorrow." Zetsumei, Ako Akami (Death, Ancient Soul) my mother called. My playing came to a hard, loud stop just as thunder and lightning cracked through the sky. I took a deep breath and slowly let it out as my eyes open. I turn my head to look over my shoulder at my mother. "I'll be in in a moment, Haha." She gave a sharp nod and turned back inside. Once she was gone I tilt my head up and look at the glass top of the gazebo. The rain was still coming down hard. Closing my eyes, I let my head fall onto my chest with a sigh. I put my cello and chair back in place before leaving, Haha didn't like that I spent hours and hours in there.

Father wasn't home so it was just me and Haha. I'm not sure why but it seemed like she was uncomfortable around me. "Haha, is something the matter?" I couldn't not ask. While she may not be my original mother she was my mother in this life and I didn't want her to feel uncomfortable around me. She looked at me for a moment, like she was contemplating something. "You know I love you right?"

"Yes?" Was she kicking me out? "Your father, too." Okay what the heck is going on here? "Yes, I know."

"So you know you can tell anything."

"Is this about my playing for hours?"

"No, but you haven't been yourself in a few days. Your father and I are worried."

"Haha, I am fine but finals are coming up for both myself and they study group, I need to study and they need help. It's just stress, nothing to worry over."

"Are they falling behind?"

"A few of them because of sports making them miss the study group, I need to catch them up so they don't fail."

"Oh! You're such a sweet boy, Kiyoshi, we are so proud of you." Haha smiles indulgently at me. I go to the sink where she is standing and throw my arms around her shoulders. "I love you both." I do, but there were things that people just should not know.

In bed, I stare out the window, I have to wake early to get to study group, it's for kids younger than me.(Who am I kidding I'm older than my mother.) They were Twelve to fourteen but it gave me something to do besides study alone most days. Now I had this whole You're-in-Death- Note thing. Sighing I turn away from the window. I need a loop hole for the Shinigami eyes, Misa can't know my name. She'll kill me for Yagami I am sure of it.

Haha - (Japanese) for ones own mother

Okaa-san - (Japanese) speaking of someone else's mother