Hello, Layman speaking. This is a two part waring that I advise you to read before conituing with this story.

First, this is where the violence meter really kicks it to eleven. So if you don't like to read graphic violence, you should probably stop reading.

Second, for anyone reading this who likes Misa, be warned that there will be quite a bit of whumpage directed against her. I'm sorry, but that's the way the story wrote itself.

That being said, please enjoy.

"Raito," Misa said, place a hand on his shoulder, "your sister is about to use the Death Note."
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"What?!" Raito exclaimed. "Why would Sayu do that? She doesn't even like that stuff."

"She goes to the same college as you do, right?" Misa asked. "What's her I.Q.?"

"Above average," Raito said, "except she's alwaus had trouble with math for some reason."

"Really? How does she feel about that?"

Raito thought for a moment.

"I'm not sure," he said. "She's always smiling; I guess I never really thought to ask."

"She's probably carrying a lot of built up emotions. This must be the only way she can think of to let it out." Misa paused, looking thoughtful. "You're sure she's never told you anything about her experience at college?"

"Now that you mention it, she did say once that everyone else seemed to be making it hard for her." Misa cocked an eyebrow, and suddenly, it clicked. "Oh my god."

"That's right. If we don't stop this before midnight, it'll be to late."

"What time is it now?" Raito asked anxiously.

"10:00 PM." Misa pulled out a map from the bedside drawer. "Where is she now?"

"Probably at her friend's house," Raito pointed to a spot on the map northeast of where they were. "It's not that far."

"No, they would do anything there. It has to be someplace deserted, someplace where there wouldn't be anyone after dark."

"Another school building then, or maybe an abandoned apartment."

"Here's something," Misa pointed to a spot farther up the map, "It's an abandoned storage warehouse. It's been vacant for over fifteen years."

"That's got to be it, let's go!"

As they headed out of the Love hotel they flagged down a cab and told the driver the address of the warehouse.

Misa handed him a wad of bills.

"Jou-san, this is over 100,000 yen!?" he said, flabbergasted.

"Keep it," she said hurriedly, "just get us there before midnight."

"Works for me," the cabbie said as he rocketed away from the curb.

On the way there Raito couldn't help reflecting on the events of the past few days. God, he was so stupid, why did he see the signs? Nee-chan's troubles at school, her see her friends more often, even the random morbid thing she said that he just passed off as one if those "spazzy girl things". He'd even started to suspect his own friends as having some evil agenda against him.

And Misa, he'd been totally wrong about her. There were so many mistakes he made there he didn't no where to begin.

When they got to the warehouse they got out of the cab and Misa paid the cabbie some extra bills for getting then there on time. As he drove away Raito looked at his watch.

11:47 PM.

"We've got to hurry," Misa said, "they'll have started the ritual by now." She reached into her and pulled out Raito's gun. "Let's go."

The warehouse was as abandoned and as run down as ever, complete with boards over the windows and doors and everything.

The duo searched for five minute before they found some boards rotten enough to pull away. Misa handed Raito a flashlight and they both went inside.

Immediately they both felt the drop in temperature.

"Brr, how could it be so cold in here? It's not even Autumn yet."

"It's one of the side effects of Death Note," Misa explained.

A light flickered on off to the side.

"What was that?" Raito exclaimed, swinging his light towards the side.

"Nothing," Misa said, keeping her light straight ahead.

"How many times have you done this?" Raito asked quizzically.

"Too many," she said solumnly. "I've had to do this too many times."

For the next couple minutes they walked in silence, searching for any sign of the girls.

It was 11:53 now.

Suddenly, Raito noticed there was a slight breeze coming from a side hallway. Misa noticed it too and headed towards the source.

At the end of the hallway was a door with one of the corners chewed off.

"This is it," Misa warned, "just follow my lead and we should all leave this alive."

Raito nodded.

With a nod in return Misa kicked the door open. Immediately they were bombarded by an apparently sourceless gale wind. It was so strong it almost ripped Raito from his handhold on the door frame he'd been forced to grab.

A minute later it subsided. Not completely, but enough that they could walk into the room.

A what Raito saw inside really made him wish he hadn't come.

His sister and her two friends were sitting in a circle, facing an open notebook on the floor. Hovering above the notebook was...a demon.

Even if it wasn't a demon, it was one of the scariest things Raito had ever seen. It was tall and lanky, and it apparently wore a ton of leather. It had two bat-like wings, but it didn't seem to be using them at the moment. It's face was deathly pale, and it didn't appear to have a nose. It's eyes were terrifying; they looked like they were locked open, and they were extremely probing.

It could only be a Shinigami.

"Get down!" Misa yelled from behind him. She pushed him out of the way and began firing on the notebook. The girls dove out of the way as the book became swiss cheese.

The Shinigami on the other hand was not so lucky. He began to fizz out as soon as the first bullet made it's hole. It let out an unearthly scream and thew itself around the room erratically. It finally knocked itself into a pile of junk where Sayu had jumped and sent it crashing down on them.

"Sayu!" Raito screamed as the mountian of junk crashed down in a cloud of dust on his only sister. "Sayu!"

When the dust cleared he rushed over to the pile and started throwing pieces of junk away. "Yoshi-chan, Sakura-chan," he called to Sayu's friends, "help me get her out!" To stunned to do anything else they hurried over and helped Raito dig.

11:56 PM.

A minute later they unearthed Sayu. As he lifted her out of the rubble, he saw she had some bruises and a small gash on her head, but was otherwise unharmed.

Seeing that his sister would be alright, he left her with her friends and went over to see Misa.

She was standing over the smoking remains of the notebook, tears streaking down her cheek.

"Are you alright?" Raito asked, putting his hand on her shoulder.

"I just wonder why anyone would make something so evil," she said. "I've been doing this for years, at least opnce or twice a month, but they never seem to stop. Who's doing this?" She suddenly notice Raito standing next to her and composed herself. "Is your sister alright?" she asked, brushing unseen dirt off her clothes.

"She wasn't hurt to bad, I think she'll-"

"AAIIEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!" A scream from the other side of the room cut Raito off. He looked back and saw Sayu, standing up now, holding Yoshi by the back of her hair. Sakura appeared to have run off.

"Sa..yu?" he barely managed to say.

His sister didn't acknowledge him. She just stood there, watching Yoshi scream.

Suddenly, and without warning, she took Yoshi's head and slammed it into a protruding metal rod.

The rod went through her eye and stuck out of the other side of her head, killing her instantly.

Raito just stood there, petrified.

"Sayu-kun, what are you doing?" Misa gasped.

"I'm not Sayu-kun," Sayu's voice said.

It was Sayu's voice, but something about it was wrong.

"My name is, in fact, Shinigami Ryukuu."

"What have you done with my sister?" Raito demanded.

"Oh, Sayu's fine," the Shinigami said in Sayu's voice, "only now it is I who control her body, not her."

Raito gasped. Even with everything they did they were still too late to save his sister.

"Now if you don't mind," the demon puppeteer said in the voice of a seventeen year old girl, "I still have a task to perform."

"Not if I can help it!" Misa yelled, unloading the rest of the clip into possessed body of Yagami Sayu. Sayu's body jerked as the bullets pierced it flesh, but soon fell against an overturned desk, unmoving.

"Come on," Misa said, turning to Raito, "we should go find Sakura now. Raito?"

"Just...give me a minute, OK?" Tears were streaming down his face now, brought on by the realization that he'd just lost his only sister.

"Of course, just don't take to long."

Raito went over and knelt next to the limp body of his sister. He gave her one last embrace, "Sayounara, Sayu."

Whump!

Raito coughed, suddenly unable breath. He looked up and saw Sayu's body standing erect, one hand clenched into a fist.

"Did you really think that was all it took to stop me?!?" the Shiniagami using Sayu's voice said. "It won't be nearly so easy!"

"Mi-" he started to say before he realized Misa was already taking action. She was running straight towards them. She was holding a crowbar or a metal pipe, he couldn't tell. His head was still swimming.

When she was almost there, Sayu's arm shot out and grabbed the pipe/crowbar, stopping her dead in her tracks. The arm then made some weird twist and threw Misa to the ground. Misa lay still.

"Misa!" he cried weakly.

"She's still alive," Sayu's voice said, "but not for much longer." Sayu's body then moved towards the mountain of junk and began digging. A minute later she held up something that looked like an ice pick, but the light was so bad it might just as easily be a sliver of wood.

"What's that?" Raito asked, unsure if he really wanted to know the answer.

"It's an ice pick," Sayu's voice told him. He was right, "a very useful tool." Sayu's body moved next to Misa's. "Quite effective really. You just stab down like so," the ice pick was driven thourgh Misa's left arm, pinning it to the floor. "See?"

Misa bit back a scream.

"Stop!" Raito cried desperately. "Why are you doing this?"

"You plan to keep me from leaving here, yes?" Sayu's voice asked. "Well, I'm afraid I can't allow you to succeed."

"Then leave already, just leave Sayu here."

Sayu's voice cackled.

"You don't get it, do you?" Sayu's foot connected with his stomach, once again depriving him of air. "I'm the one in control of this body now, all she can do is stare through her eye at what I do with it. Excuse me." Sayu's wrist moved up to her mouth and she began to suck off the blood that had gotten there when she stabbed Misa.

"If you're really in control, then prove it," Raito said, standing up with great effort. "Do something Sayu would never do, kill me." His eyes were like steel.

"You're serious?" Sayu's voice asked incredulously. Then Sayu's body bent down and pulled the ice pick from Misa's arm. Sayu's feet began walking towards Raito while her arm pointed the pick at his chest. "I had no idea it would be this easy."

Suddenly, she stopped.

Just like that, Sayu's body ceased all forward motion.

"What?" Sayu's voice screamed in confusion.

"Don't hurt Nii-chan!" it screamed again. Wait, only Sayu called him Nii-chan.

Sayu was still alive.

"Sayu," Raito said, "you have to fight this."

"I...I don't think I can," she stammered. "I-ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"You will not have this body!"

"It's is not yours!"

"It will be mine!"

"No!"

As Sayu argued with the Shinigami that was controlling her, Misa had crawled over to the junk mountain and grabbed a kitchen knife. She was about to pounce.

"Misa, wait," Raito shouted, "Sayu's still alive!"

Misa hesitated, and Sayu's body pivoted to block the strike.

The knife sunk into Sayu's arm, drawing a steady trickle of blood.

"Get off, Insect!" Sayu's voice spat. Once again Misa was hurled to the floor.

"No!" Sayu shouted, throwing herself against the wall.

For a moment, Raito thought she knocked herself out, but dispelled that notion when she slowly began to raise to her feet.

"Nii-chan," Sayu said, her voice sounding very weak, "I don't think I can fight this demon, I'm not strong enough. I'm sorry I ever got involved in this, and that you had to get involved too." She panted. "There's only one way to end this now, and I have to take it."

"Sayu, what do you-"

"Tell Tou-san and Kaa-san I love them," she said, bracing the knife against the wall, blade out. "Goodbye, Nii-chan." With a tear she slammed her head against the knife.

Once. Blood spurted out, staining the wall and the floor.

Twice. It happened again, this time straying a little closer to where he was.

Three times. Blood started coming out of her left eye, probably a punctured vein.

On the fourth time she fell to the ground, dead.

This time, Sayu was dead for good.

Raito hardly ever cried. If he got injured, he jusr road the pain through. When his parents disciplined him, he would shut off his mind until it forgot what pained it. Even at his grandmother's grave every year, he didn't cry.

The reason he was crying now, his theory went, was because Sayu couldn't do it herself anymore.

He cried from what seemed like hours, unable to hold back his grief. His sister had died such a senseless death, and so had her friend. He didn't even know what the cause of all this was. It was just so...so....

Senseless.

After he finished crying he went over to check on Misa.

"Raito, Misa's so sorry about this, I don't if I'll ever be able make this better."

"Don't be," he said stoically. "How's your arm?" Misa looked down at the hole now in her left arm.

"I haven't died of blood loss yet," she said, attempting a weak chuckle, "but you should probably get Misa-kun to a hospital."

"Right."

"What are you going to tell your family?" Misa asked. "Do you need any help?"

"Yes," Raito sighed dejectedly, "I think I might." He tore part of Misa's skirt off to wrap her arm in.

"Raito-kun?"

"Hmm?"

"Misa really wants to make this up to you somehow."

"Misa, I told you already, you don't have to."

"But Misa wants to," she said as she leaned in to kiss him.

It wasn't a passionate animal kiss, nor was it just a light peck on the cheek. It was a gentle, sensitive kiss that said "I'm sorry, the least I could do now is help you through it".

When she pulled back, Raito looked confused.

"I know you have a girlfriend," Misa explained, "So I won't try to steal you away from her. I just don't want you to feel like you don't have a friend in this."

"Thanks," he said. "Now let's get you taken care off."
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Layman here, how did you like the story? Was this chapter too corny? Not so? If you like Death Note or just good horror story, please drop a line.

Some things about this chapter.

A lesser known fact; Japan doesn't allow guns, the closest thing they have is Air-soft. That said, even though I tried to keep this story as culturaly correct as possible, this was the one thing that I wasn't able to work around.

Another thing; the warehouse they were in was a homegoods store, like Wallmart. That's why there was all the convenient weapons lying around.

Finally, I do not own Death Note or any related characters or properties.

Thanks for reading this. If you're still interested after all this, I'll be posting and "Extra" chapter soon, done in the taped interview style.