Yay! Chapter Three! I hope you guys are reading and liking (haha I almost wrote licking, although… it is L we're talking about here haha just kidding)

Once again, I do not own Death Note. But Hikari and Tomo are MINE!

P.S. Please don't hate me for the proceeding part! ( you'll know what I mean ) sorry, it's just I thought it was cute!

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Chapter Three

Kira's Little Helper

Hikari hugged her coat around her shoulders. They had shut off the heat in her apartment. She didn't have any money to pay rent. She shivered then frowned when she was reminded of Ryuzaki somehow.

"Tomo?" Hikari asked to, it seemed, thin air. She looked around for the Death God. Then, as of out of thin air, something appeared.

It had the odd appearance of a human, but somehow different. It bore a black mask across its eyes, but could somehow still see Hikari, sitting on the floor. Atop its head sat wisps of serpent-like blue hair. Its chest was bare. Below a long torso, sitting on its hips was a strange looking form of a belt. Contrasting strangely against its ivory skin were black pants. If it weren't for the markings on its chest, elongated collar bones, and odd, black, feathered wings sprouting from its shoulders, its would have looked like a teenage boy.

"What is it, Hikari?" Tomo asked, its voice seeming somehow unfitting for a Death God. It was not snake-like in anyway. It was almost as human as Tomo's appearance. He leaned down beside the owner of his Death Note.

"They turned off the heat again." Hikari stated, as though she had said it many before.

Tomo nodded and slipped through the wall, like water through Hikari's fingers. She watched him go. She snuggled deeper into her winter jacket.

Ryuzaki. It was the only word that came into her mind. She had asked to draw him, then stupidly left her sketchbook at his and Light's apartment. She shook her head, throwing all her thoughts of Ryuzaki's raven eyes, perfectly messy hair, and beautiful frown, all out of place.

Raven eyes, perfectly messy hair, and beautiful frown…

She thought about him more. He had been such a jerk, but he looked so distraught when she turned to leave. She had only asked if he was all right. Its not like she had insulted him or anything.

"ARG! Why does this bother me so much!?" Hikari cried, nearly pulling out her hair by the roots.

"What are you screaming about? The heats on now." Tomo slid back through the wall.

This happened quite a lot. Since Hikari was the only one who could see Tomo, she asked him to go turn the heat (etc.) back on if she hadn't paid. And if the manager accused her of turning it back on herself she had an alibi, all the manager had to do was look at the security tapes and all they would see was Hikari, sitting on the floor of her room. Since there was no sound either, it would only look as though she was talking to her self, or singing along to the radio. They would never know.

Unless, they touched her Death Note too. Which would never happen. She never let the thing out of her sight. She would keep it under all her clothes if she could. Instead, she kept it under her mattress. Right now, you might be thinking, how does she write in the Death Note if there are security cameras? Simple. She would ask Tomo to turn the cameras off. If they weren't already off anyway. The manager usually never kept the cameras on. Said it invaded people privacy. He only turned them on when there had been a crime in the hotel, which was good for Hikari.

"Thank you, Tomo." She leaned up and kissed the Death God's cheek. Which Tomo was sufficiently used to. He used to blush the slightest bit when she did that. Tomo had begun to feel more of an attraction to Hikari lately. He wasn't sure why, maybe that she was growing up more.

Hikari's lips lingered on Tomo's chilly skin. He moved his head to one side. His mouth tingled at the feeling of her breath against his lips. He kneeled down to Hikari's level. He slowly leaned forward. His lips pushed against Hikari's. The feeling of Tomo's lips moving against hers sent a ripple through her entire body. But, feeling betrayed by Ryuzaki somehow, she closed her eyes and kissed the Death God back. She opened her mouth every so often to breathe.

Tomo suddenly realized that what he was doing was against rules. No Death God shall have any emotional closeness with a human. He pulled back and looked at Hikari. Her eyes were still closed and he face was posed upward. She slowly opened them.The brightness of her eyes flashing Tomo in the face.

"I'm-I'm sorry." Was all Tomo could say.

Hikari looked away and said, "That's okay…um, thank you. That helped me get over a few things that happened today." She didn't look him in the eye. "Let's forget it happened."

Tomo nodded as Hikari got into bed. Tomo shook his head and slipped through the wall.

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I am Kira's helper. No. I am the Second Kira. Hikari thought as she rushed through breakfast and ran out the door to school. She stopped where she always did. The old alleyway. An old TV, that still functioned, sat near the back wall, on top of an old cardboard box. Hikari didn't look around, she knew no one came down this way. Though it felt odd not to have Tomo behind her, she opened the Death Note and got out a pen. She turned on the TV and changed it to the News. She scribbled down seven names in the Note, not bothering to write down a Way to Die.

She slammed the book shut and slipped into a secret compartment in her backpack. She turned off the TV and looked around once more for Tomo. She saw his ivory skin glimmering at the top of a building, on the roof. She dug through her sack again and pulled out a perfect shiny, rich red apple and tossed it up. Up, up, it went. All the way up the building and into Tomo's outstretched hand. He munched the apple as he followed Hikari on her way to school.

Although he had enjoyed the kiss, he knew that Hikari didn't think of him like that. He knew that she deserved someone better. Someone human. And he was okay with that. As long as he was still with her in some way.