Death: Here's Sayu Yagami with the disclaimer!
Sayu: Why am I here?
Death: Cause when you went crazy I was sad, so here you aren't crazy *Smiles widely*
Sayu: Deathcomessoon does not own Death Note or it's characters. Nor does she pretend to. She also doesn't own Hello by Evanescence, though she does enjoy listening to it. :)
Death: You don't know what I do in my free time.
Sayu: Ookaaay.
Dakota: She does however own me, Rain, and Bell. Though the latter is not in this chapter.
Light: Muhahaha. *Crazy eyes*
Death: And it is evil Light. I really hate evil Light. *Takes out a sharp knife*
Light: Who do you think you are? I'm God of the new world! *Takes out Death Note*
Matsuda: DIE! *Shoots Light several times while crying*
Death: Intense... *Takes a few steps back*
Search For The Sun
Chapter 11
Day 25
Dakota was sitting on an old wooden swing outside the orphanage, the large yard was empty of children like always.
The sky was cloudy and gray, not a single sign showing it would go away anytime soon.
It looked as though it was about to storm, but the clouds didn't let a single drop of rain loose.
It slightly disappointed her, but she could wait for the sky to decide to let it's tears fall.
She was humming to herself and before long she was singing out loud.
"Playground school bell rings again.
Rain clouds come to play, again.
Has no one told you she's not breathing?
Hello, I'm your mind, giving you someone to talk to.
Hello..."
Her voice was a little too rough to be considered great, but it had a certain haunting tone to it.
One that her mother used to love about it.
Dakota had always been fond of singing, but rarely ever sang aloud.
Her mother had always encouraged her to 'shoot for the stars' or so she used to say.
She had loved her mother, of course she had nothing to hate her for.
Unlike her father, who had left her mother to support a child on her own.
Of course by that time it was a relief he was gone.
He had been coming home drunk or stoned.
He never became violent with them, but he did have a habit of raising his voice when it was unneeded.
"Mother, I miss you," She whispered, her bright eyes looking up at the depressing sky. She fingered the jewel around her neck out of habit. "It's getting better, but it still hurts." Her right hand gripped the material of her shirt tightly.
"I'm sorry for your loss," A voice said from behind her.
She jumped off the seat and spun around to see Beyond standing there with his hands in his pockets, looking very much like L.
The only difference the two had was beyond wore a long sleeved black shirt and his eyes were a shade darker than L's.
"Don't be," She sat back down on the swing. "It wasn't your fault."
He sat down on the swing to the right of her, the chains creaked lightly under his weight.
She could feel his eyes on her face, but didn't bother looking his way.
She wasn't feeling especially social today and it showed, seeing as she didn't even bother showing up at breakfast and had been sitting outside for three hours.
Normally she at least grabbed an orange and sat with Aden in the kitchen while he ate, but Aden hadn't seen her all day.
"Are you not feeling well?" He questioned, his gray eyes still watching her face.
He reached out to check her temperature by resting his palm on her forehead.
She wasn't acting normal, which wasn't exactly uncommon at Wammy's house.
Most people here had unusual habits.
"I'm fine," She told him standing. Her eyes slid to the edge of the orphanages grounds, where there was several large trees. She made her way towards the largest one, when she noticed Beyond was still following her. "I'm going to climb that tree," She said pointing, "Join me if you wish."
"That's not a good idea. A lot of children have fallen and broken bones from climbing that exact tree," He had a slightly worried look in his eyes, but the same slightly insane look was still present as his eyes flickered up at a spot over head.
As though he was staring at something only he could see.
Ignoring his comment and strange action she pulled her golden hair into a messy bun, keeping it out of her way.
She grabbed a lower branch and hoisted herself up.
She continued to pull herself higher, until she finally found a comfortable spot near the top.
It gave a good view of the gloomy grounds.
"So what the fun in this?" Beyond asked, climbing into the spot beside her.
She was surprised he had managed follow her up.
Her green eyes flickered over to him, before turning back to the scenery.
Dakota looked at peace sitting in the high tree, even if she fell she would probably just climb back up.
Her rose colored lips curled upward into a soft smile as she stared into the distance.
Surrounding the grounds was a ten foot tall brick wall that looked old, but sturdy. "It's the fact that when someone is missing you don't usually look in trees for them."
"Would you like to be alone?" He rested his hand on her small calloused one.
He entwined his fingers with hers.
"It doesn't matter," She closed her eyes and leaned back against the trunk of the tree.
He moved his thump over the back of her hand in a comforting manner.
Normally she would have pulled away, but today it felt nice.
She hadn't gotten much sleep, after a particularly bad nightmare.
"Tired?" He asked, chuckling lightly as she nodded tiredly.
He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her against his chest.
She curled closer to the warmth of his body and rested her head on his collarbone.
"Thank you," Dakota mumbled, reaching up to pat his head. She looked up at him with her large green eyes, that were filled with a strange emotion that Beyond couldn't identify. "Mes rêves sont hantés par la mort."
Her heavy eyelids closed for the first time in days, leaving Beyond to ponder her words.
Her dreams are haunted by death? Is that why she had been looking so weak as of late?
She hadn't been sleeping?
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Dakota was sitting on the ledge of a tall building, her bare feet swinging in the air.
Her body was covered in a long black gown made of silk.
It revealed her pale neck and shoulders.
She had her sketch pad sitting in her lap as the tip of her pencil ghosted over the blank sheet.
She wasn't sure what she was drawing, but she wanted it to be perfect.
"Hello?" She turned to see Aden standing there with a saddened look on his face.
"Aden?" She tried to stand but was held back by a pair of arms that had wrapped around her waist. She realized she was sitting on Beyond's lap, his eyes were a crimson red once more. As they always were in her dreams. "Where are we?"
"Anywhere you want," Beyond whispered his lips brushing her ear with every word.
He rested his chin on her bare shoulder and gestured towards the landscape.
The scene melted away and suddenly they were no longer in a city, but in a forest.
Deer wandered in and out of the clearing they sat in.
The ground was blanketed with red carnations, they nearly matched the color of Beyond eyes. "Why carnations?"
"They mean admiration," He tightened his grip on her waist. "And red looks so beautiful on you."
"Dakota," Aden whispered watching them talk. "I love you."
"I love you too," She gave him a gentle smile, waved him closer. Beyond gave a small grunt and gripped her wrist painfully. "B you're hurting me."
"I'm sorry," He lifted her wrist to his lips and kissed them lightly. "You are mine and I love you. Do you love me?"
"Yes, but I love Aden too." She tried to free herself from his arms, only to have them tighten once more. "Let me go." She struggled move violently against his arms as walked towards a small creak. "Beyond let me go."
"Shhh, just watch." He rested his chin on her shoulder once more, as he motioned towards Aden who had removed a silver pistol from his pocket.
Aden gave Dakota a pained look from the corner of his eyes.
His lips pulled upward into a ghost of a smile, as he rested the pistol against his temple. "Bye, Kota."
"No! Aden please stop!" She screamed fighting to get free. "Beyond stop him!"
"It's too late. His number is gone." He covered her ears just as a loud shot rang through the clearing.
Aden's now lifeless body fell into the pond, blood turning the water a bright crimson.
His dull gold eyes stayed open staring at Dakota.
Her eyes flickered down to the sketch pad on her lap.
It was a lifelike drawing of the pistol Aden had just killed himself with.
Carved into the side it read: Born to be forgotten, Aden Silver.
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A scream escaped her lips as she moved to jump up.
She would have fallen from the tree she was sitting if not for Beyond's arm that caught her at the last moment.
Tears fell from her eyes staining her shirt as she broke away from Beyond and jumped down from the branch she was resting on.
The bark on the branches scratched at her skin as she fell.
"Dakota!" A loud crack was heard as she hit the ground.
She looked down to see she had landed on her ankle at a funny angle, pain pulsed through her petite body.
She stood as carefully as possible before trying unsuccessfully to limp away.
She would have landed face first if not for Beyond catching her. "Damn it! What did I say?"
"I need to see Aden! Bring me to Aden!" She yelled fighting against his hold, her eyes frantic.
Her fingers gripped the front of his shirt tightly.
"You need to see a doctor." He pulled her into his arms.
Tears were still falling from her eyes, whether they were from the pain or her dream he couldn't be sure.
Her body was shaking as she tried to free herself.
"No I need to see Aden! Please!" More tears fell from her eyes, as she weakly pushed against his chest.
"Fine, but then you have to see a doctor." He ran towards the old building quickly, which was quite a feat while carrying Dakota.
He kicked open the door scaring everyone in the room.
He gave them a dark glare telling them to mind their own business.
Rain was sitting beside Near on the ground, stacking blocks.
She looked at them with questioning eyes, and was shocked to see Dakota crying and asking for Aden.
Dakota's ankle was swollen and red.
She lightly elbowed Near and looked at him with a concerned look on her face.
"Aden is in his room," Near stated his voice monotone.
He was slightly concerned for the crying girl, but didn't say anything.
His gray eyes just watched as they ran from the room.
Beyond hurried down the empty halls, being yelled at by adults telling him to walk.
He ignored everyone as he hurried towards Aden's room, and almost tripped on a toy firetruck, some kid left in the hall.
He just wanted to get to Aden so he could take her to the infirmary.
"Aden!" He yelled banging on the wood door, as he struggled to hold Dakota with one arm. "Open your door!"
"What is it backup?" Aden growled throwing open his door.
He jaw dropped at the sight that he saw.
Beyond was carrying Dakota who was sobbing and had cuts covering her arms and face.
She was pale and bruised.
"What happened?" His gold eyes shifted to look at her swollen ankle.
"Aden!" She exclaimed, reaching for him.
She gripped his arm and pulled his closer, searching his face for injuries.
She ran her fingers over his temple, a pained look in her eyes.
"She fell from a tree." He growled. "Now can we go get a doctor?"
Dakota nodded, her hand grasping Aden's desperately.
She gave them a small smile. "It does hurt a bit."
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"What happened to Miss Hudson?" L inquired walking into the infirmary where Dakota was sitting on a hospital bed.
Her ankle was elevated and had a bag of ice covering it.
"She broke her ankle." Aden said glaring at Beyond, who glared right back.
"'Cause I totally meant to fall out of a tree," Dakota rolled her eyes as she waited for the doctor to come back. He was going to put a cast on it. "Well I did, but I didn't mean to break my ankle."
"You meant to fall from a tree?" L asked, raising his eyebrows.
"Not fall, jump." She stated, watching as the doctor entered the room with a box in his arms. He set it down and grabbed a roll of the cotton. He ran a hand through his messy brown hair.
"What color?" He asked wrapping the cotton around her ankle.
"Black," She told him pointing at the roll of fiberglass casting.
"Red," Beyond said, pulling it from the box.
Dakota looked at his with a uncertain look in her eyes before nodding at the doctor.
"I didn't get your name," She looked down at the doctor who was wrapping the roll of fiberglass around the cotton on her ankle.
"Dr. Collins, my name is Dr. Collins." He looked up at her with soft blue eyes, and smiled widely at her.
"It is a pleasure to meet you Dr. Collins," She stated, her voice monotone.
She flinched slightly when he bumped her ankle.
"Advil or Motrin should help with the pain. You need to stay off it." He told her sternly as he handed her a pair of crutches. "Use these."
"I understand. Thank you," She changed the height of the crutches to as low as possible.
She slid them under her arm pits and walk across the room carefully.
Beyond followed her closely in case she fell, though she was sure she wouldn't.
Once when she was younger she had fallen down a flight of stairs, and broken her left leg in two places.
She was using crutches for months.
"Are you okay?" Aden asked moving to help her when she sat down.
"I've been better. Could I get some Motrin?" She questioned laying back on the bed.