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Colder Than Fire… Hotter Than Ice:
-The Human Element-
Shiori leaned her head against the door of the bathroom. 'Stupid Shingami!' Her brain offered. 'He doesn't know what being disliked is about… How dare he make assumptions.'
However, she could not stop the tears that he had already brought forth. She had to get to work soon, how was she supposed to explain red eyes, lined with black mascara, and eyeliner. She would look pretty hideous.
She wiped her eyes, and started running some warm water to wash her face. She scrubbed it, until the light colored foundation came off, and her skin became bronze-ish. She hated it. It made her seem like she was one of those preppy girls. She brushed her hair, and braided it loosely, tying it at the bottom with a black silk ribbon. Her name and life expectancy floated above her head. She sighed. "87… 87 more years."
Suddenly she got an idea. Her eyes flashed with deviousness. She opened the door, and there stood Hirka. "Get out of my way, what do you think you're doing?"
"I was wondering what you were doing. Hey, where are you going?" Hirka followed after Shiori as she headed back toward her room. Instantly he saw her grab her pen and the Death Note. "Who's you next victim?"
"Myself."
Hirka smiled at Shiori's response. "Oh really?"
He saw her tremble as she wrote her own name in the notebook. She hesitated, and then wrote the last letter. Her eyes grew wide when she saw the words just fade away. "What!?" Shiori's shocked voice bellowed, as she rose to her feet leaning over the book upon her desk. "But why? Why not!?"
"The death note is not about to kill its new master. Are you really that eager to end your own life? I'm curious as to why…" Hirka smiled levitating over her shoulder, trying to catch a glimpse of the expression on her face. "You can't plan your own death you know, that's why you can't write your own name in the Death Note."
"That's impossible! Thousands of people take their own lives every year, do not tell me, we cannot control when and how we die!" Shiori spun around and nearly knocked him out of the air.
Hirka backed off a little. "You really think they did it all on their own? Life really isn't that fragile you know…" Hirka placed his feet on the ground. "Precious, yes, but fragile, no."
Hirka walked over to the window. "That Note is going to keep you alive until it is full. And just as it cannot destroy you, you cannot destroy it, not even by association."
Shiori fell to her knees with a soft thud. She leaned on her hands and bowed her head slightly. "Then it's useless to me…"
"Huh?" Hirka turned around to see the sulking girl. "I wouldn't think so… Seeing as you are so obsessed with death, I would think that you'd enjoy having that kind of power over others."
"But yet someone else still has that power over me." Shiori sulked. She needed to get ready for work, but at that moment she didn't have the strength.
At that moment Light came barging in through the front door. "Shiori!" She heard his footsteps pound their way toward her room, and in moments he was at her doorway. "Shiori, Derek Williams has been-" At that moment his eyes landed on the words written in an open notebook upon her desk.
His eyes widened slightly as he rushed over to the notebook and read the words under: Cause of Death. He closed the notebook and looked over at Shiori, who was still motionless on the floor. "Where did you get this?"
"It landed at my feet." Her whispered words echoed.
He looked around, and because he touched the notebook, he saw Hirka. Light was slightly confused. "You look nothing like a Shingami."
"So you say." Hirka floated back over, and sat Indian style on the large bed.
Light shook his head and looked back down at his daughter. "Do you know what this means? You took a life!"
"He took mom! What about her life!?" Shiori rose to her feet and took a defensive stance. "Was her life really that meaningless to you that you would defend the murderer who took her away from me, from us?"
Light closed his eyes and sighed. "It's not that… Those who used the Death Note are not allowed to go to Heaven or Hell. I didn't want you to make the same mistake I did, that's why I told you all of those stories. You had no right to take his life so effortlessly…"
"He had no right to take mom!! He didn't think; his actions were effortless!! I needed her; he stole from me!! He stole from her!!" At this point she was yelling into her father's shoulder, as he embraced her. Her tears were already soaking through his clothes, but he was crying as well, so he couldn't complain.
"I just want you to know what you got yourself into." Light muttered into her hair. She stopped struggling, and he could feel she was a bit warm. He pushed her back and saw she was a bit red. "You have a fever." He picked her up and carried her to her bed.
Hirka got up, instantly. He watched as Light tucked his daughter in, and then left the room. Shiori instantly feel asleep. Hirka left the room and saw Light calling the hotel in which Shiori worked. Moments later he hung up the phone, but instead of coming back into the room, he left.
Hirka sat at the desk and watched Shiori sleep.
He also watched her cry.