AHH! I found another couple that I like! Namikawa and Mido from the Yotsuba Group. :D

Sorry, I chose to do their tragedy first. The idea hit me like a ton of bricks and it couldn't wait till later.

Dates and some info used is from the 13th volume; Death Note: How to Read. Other details are taken from Death Note Wikipedia. [I don't own either of those]

Again, slashes mean breaks in time.

I suggest playing the Moonlight Sonata by Beethoven in the background when it comes to the part where it says it starts playing. And put it on repeat if you're a slow reader so it doesn't stop before you're done reading.

I chose Moonlight Sonata because I love that song and to me it sounds like a tragic romance theme song.

Genre: Romance/Tragedy

Characters: Shingo Mido(POV), Reiji Namikawa, Leila(I own her)

Five years, I sigh. It's been almost five years since then.

I'm sitting at my desk, contemplating tomorrows anniversary.

Five years since we started this relationship. Five years since he gave me the kiss that changed my life and brought me out of the depression that I had sunk into. I still can't believe it's been so long.

I really should be doing work; but I just don't feel like putting an effort into something so boring when I'm leaving in less than twenty minutes. I can't remember why I became the Director of Financial Planning when I hate Finance.

A ringing phone pierces through my thoughts, and I reach to pick it up. "The Vice President of Sales is here to see you, Mr. Mido," Leila, my secretary, says cheerily over the line.

Oh yes, I recall. That was why.

"Let him in," I reply, hanging up the phone.

Finance and Sales have to work together numerous times a month; so, as Director of Financial Planning, I meet with the Vice President of Sales quite often.

I smile as Namikawa walks through the door, closing it silently behind him. He moves forward to stand in front of my desk.

"Are you busy with work, or can I bother you to come with me for dinner?" The raven-haired man asks.

I shut my laptop gently and quickly straighten the papers, placing both inside my open briefcase. "I believe that would be possible."

Namikawa smirks and grabs my coat off of the couch armrest, offering it to me as I rise from my chair.

"Thank you," I say, not missing the caress of Namikawa's fingertips as he withdraws his hand.

Both of us straighten our ties, collars, and jackets; then leave the room.

/

After dinner we head back to my house; which is the penthouse suite of a tall building in Tokyo.

I go to grab a bottle of wine but a hand stops me. "I have a better idea in mind," Namikawa whispers in my ear. He reaches past me to pull out the bottle of Champagne.

I give an involuntary shudder; his breath skitters across my neck as he grabs two glasses.

I'm denied when I reach for a glass. "Wait," he murmurs, "not here."

I look at him in confusion, and he just beckons me with a finger as he makes his way to the glass sliding doors that lead outside to the heated pool.

I follow Namikawa out onto the pool deck where he places the glasses on a table and proceeds to open the bottle. He pours both glasses but doesn't move to hand one too me. Instead, he puts the bottle down and his hands move to his throat where they begin to undo his tie.

My face heats up as he starts to undress himself slowly; smooth pale skin revealed inch by inch.

When only his boxers are left, he takes his glass and walks sensually to the pool steps. His back to me, he pulls his boxers down letting them fall to the ground as he steps out of them and into the water. He keeps moving forward, not looking back until he is waist deep in the pool.

"Aren't you coming in, Shingo?" Namikawa asks coyly, using my first name. He turns around to face me.

I pause for a moment, reigning in my embarrassment, then proceed to undress myself.

As I stand at the edge of the pool, I hesitate. Wineglass in one hand, the waistband of my underwear in the other; I realize that Namikawa isn't turning around to give me privacy.

He notices my blush and a smirk spreads across his lips. "Is there something wrong, Shingo?" his voice is soft but I recognize the teasing lilt to it.

Not trusting my voice I shake my head and look down at the water; trying to ignore his stare as I pull my boxers from my hips, and quickly made my way into the water.

I stop a few feet away from Namikawa, wondering what he might do next.

He reaches towards me and takes my arm, pulling me gently towards him.

"We cannot make a toast with you standing so far away, now can we?" he says.

I stand before him, just a few inches between us as he raises his glass. "A toast, to five long and wonderful years, I couldn't have done it without you, Mido."

I smile, clinking my glass against his then taking a sip. "Thank you, Namikawa."

Namikawa pouts slightly. "How many times have I told you to call me Reiji when we are alone?"

"Sorry, Reiji," I mumble, flushing at the intimacy of using his first name.

Namikawa chuckles. "You're just like a school girl, blushing after using her boyfriends name with honorifics for the first time."

I glare at him.

"What?" he asks, too innocently. "It's been five years, and you still act so hesitantly."

I sigh, resting my forehead on his shoulder. "I just can't keep the thought out of my head that maybe someday you'll find someone else better than me."

"Never!" he declares, so strongly that I'm at a loss for words. I simply stare at him as he looks deep into my eyes.

Namikawa takes my glass and sets it on the edge of the pool, along with his own. Then, he pulls me against himself, bringing my lips to his.

His kiss is so passionate that it overwhelms me. I drown in the taste, touch, and smell of Namikawa. His tongue explores the crevices of my mouth, rediscovering everything that he has found on any number of previous occasions.

My arms grasp tightly around his neck as my head starts spinning from the lack of oxygen. Namikawa realizes the need to breath and pulls his face back an inch, still holding me against him.

"I will never want another person as much as I want you," he states, pulling me into another deep kiss that leads to quite a bit more.

/

We lay in my bed, spooning, as we gaze out the window at the night sky. It's on nights like these that I love the fact that the one whole wall is a giant window.

The city gleams brightly, but not enough to drown out the few bright stars in the sky and the glowing full moon.

My eyes widen in surprise when Moonlight Sonata begins playing, my favorite melody filling the room. I turn around to face Namikawa, confusion plain on my face.

"It's midnight, meaning it's now April 10th," he says simply, giving me a tight hug. "Happy anniversary."

I smile. "Happy anniversary."

Namikawa pulls me into a sweet kiss, taking my left hand in his.

I gasp softly as a foreign object is put on my finger, and I pull back to look down at it. A silver ring gleams up at me, an inlaid diamond sparkling at it's center.

"What?" I ask. Any other words failing to come to me.

He pulls my hand to his lips and kisses the ring. "Shingo Mido, will you marry me?"

My chest tightens, and I find it hard to breathe. I look from the ring to him – more than once – then, with a tear escaping my eye, I wrap my arms around his neck putting him into a kiss.

"Yes!" I say when we pull back. We stare into each others eyes, both relishing in the moment.

"I love you," we both say at the same time.

I chuckle, examining the ring, finding it very familiar. "Wait," I murmur, grabbing Namikawa's left hand and seeing the exact same ring there.

"Yes, it is the same as my ring," he explains.

"But, isn't it your fathers wedding ring? I shouldn't be wearing something so precious."

He nods. "It is precious, which is why I want you to wear it. You have the original, the one I'm wearing is just a copy."

"But-" I argue.

"No buts," Namikawa counters, "You said yes, there's no backing out now."

I blush, nodding slowly. "Thank you."

Namikawa kisses my forehead, pulling me against his chest. "No, thank you. I never knew how to love someone before I met you. I never knew what it felt like to think about someone so much that it made you crazy. I didn't understand how someone could worry so much about whether or not another returned their feelings. I couldn't see how someone could love another so much that they would die if anything ever happened to them. None of these things made sense to me until I met you. You opened my heart, and for that I will be eternally grateful."

A smile spreads across my lips and I place a gentle kiss on his neck. "You make it sound like I was the one who saved you; when in fact you were the one who saved me. I've never told anyone this, but before I met you I was severely depressed. I came from a rich family but my parents never had time for me, and I never had any siblings to play with. My mother was allergic to hair to I couldn't even have a pet. I had nothing but the numerous study books that were pushed at me."

I sighed, snuggling closer to Namikawa. "I was alienated at school, because everyone thought I was some pompous rich boy who thought he was better than everyone. I was so lonely, and all I wanted was a friend. I think it was in high school when my depression started; when the teens started bullying me. High school was not a place of happy memories for me. When I started university, all the pressure my father put on me to enter business and finance, caught up to me and I started to have suicidal thoughts. I even tried it once; cutting. I accidentally cut too deep and the blood scared me so much I never tried it again."

I absently traced the pale line on my left wrist. "I met you when I entered into Yotsuba. I thought you had everything that I wished I had; a job you love, friends that support you, and the confidence to hold yourself with pride. I was envious of you at first, thinking that it was unfair that you had all you wanted when I didn't. One especially hard day, it was like my mind, body, and soul failed me, and I made a plan to commit suicide. But it was that night that you approached me and gave me that kiss. It was that night that the whole world fell into place, and got a whole lot brighter."

Namikawa's arms tightened around me as I continued. "I knew then that all my years of torture were finally getting redeemed. I felt happy for the first time. It was you who saved me. Without you, I probably would have ended up following through with my plan. I probably wouldn't even be alive right now."

My voice cracked on the last word, and I noticed the silent tears that were now dripping down my cheeks, falling onto Namikawa's neck.

"Shingo..." he murmured.

"Don't," I sobbed. "Don't say anything. Just... Thank you."

We fell asleep, wrapped in each others arms.

/

The following evening, I'm at home after work when the phone rings.

"Hello?"

"Shingo," Namikawa's voice says. "Can I come over?"

"We just saw each other a few hours ago," I stated, recalling the board meeting.

"But since October, when Higuchi died, Kira has started killing again. He probably knows about our connection to him; so who knows how long we'll have together," he explains. "Besides, can't I see my cute fiancée whenever I want?"

I involuntarily blush. "Yes," I mumble.

"Good," he says, "I'm on my way there now, be there in ten."

"Okay," I reply, hanging up the phone.

/

Half and hour later, Namikawa still hasn't shown up.

I grow more and more worried by the second. What could have happened to him?

I pace the living room, turning on the news as I dial Namikawa's cell number. The phone rings twice then Namikawa's answers.

"Shingo? I'm sorry I'm late, but the traffic was worse than I thought so I took a detour, though it's taking longer than I expected it to. I'll be there as soon as possible– oh crap, red light. Oh well, I'm going through–"

The sound of screeching metal cuts him off, and then the phone goes silent.

"Namikawa?" I exclaim, but there's no answer. "Reiji?" Still nothing.

I start hyperventilating, the phone falling from my fingers. What's going on? What just happened?

I sit staring at the phone laying on the ground, unsure of what to do. I can't go out and look for him because I don't know which one of the many detours he took. But, I can't just sit here and do nothing either.

I get up and start pacing again.

What to do...what to do...

I glance at the phone and decide to try calling again.

It rings and rings, and I'm afraid that he isn't going to pick up; then, the call connects and an unfamiliar voice cuts through my ear.

"Hello?"

"Hello, um, is this Namikawa's phone?" I am sure that I dialed the right number.

I hear a fumbling then the voice replies, "Yes, it is. Who are you?"

I'm confused by why this person has Namikawa's phone, but I don't want to give out too much information to this stranger either so I settle for, "I'm a coworker and personal friend of his."

"Oh," the voice says, sounding depressed. "Do you know the names of Namikawa-san's family members?"

An alarm goes off in my head. "Why?" I demand, trying to keep the fear out of my voice.

"I'm afraid he's been in a deadly car accident."

There is a pause and I take a shaky breath.

"H-he didn't survive, did he," I say as more of a statement than a question. I can feel it in my heart to be true; an aching pain of emptiness, like all that's important has been ripped out.

"Yes," the voice answers solemnly.

I drop the phone again, not bothering to hang up. The news flashes to the scene of a car accident; a familiar sports car is shown, now crushed beyond hope beneath the tires of a huge semi-truck.

What is left of my heart shatters.

Reiji is gone. Gone. Gone. Gone. Gone.

The word echoes over and over in my head as my feet carry me out to the pool deck. I stand, knees pressed up against the side of the low wall that borders the roof. I take a step and position myself so that my toes overhang the outer edge.

I sway precariously, looking out at the wide expanse of city lights that spread out below my feet to above my head. I let my head tilt back and my eyes meet with the moon, not quite full anymore.

I sympathize with the moon. I'm not full anymore, I'm an empty shell; and without Namikawa, I will never be full again.

I raise my hand to blot out the moon and my ring shines down at me, a reminder of what was, and what will never be again.

I pull it off my finger and gently place it at my feet, taking the final step off the roof.

There the ring will sit, and sing it's Moonlight Sonata.

If you thought that was sad, read below and you'll find it a hundred times worse... and I'll apologize in advance for being so mean.

In the Death Note Rules, it states that, "Whether the cause of the individual's death is either suicide or an accident, if it would lead to the death of more than the intended victim, the person will simply die of a heart attack. This is to ensure that other lives are not impacted."

So it got me thinking, what if that heart attack caused the death of someone else. For example, if someone was driving with passengers in their car, then died of the heart attack; it could kill the passengers. I looked and looked but didn't find a rule for whether or not that person would still die.

Therefore, I made my own rule for this story; "If the cause of death is a heart attack, but that heart attack causes the death of another person, the original victim will NOT die."

If you still haven't gotten it I'll explain; however, it may sound just as confusing, sorry. :P

Light wrote down their deaths as accidents. Because they loved each other so much, if either one of them died the other would commit suicide. Therefore the accident would lead to the death of another person.

However, since the accidents would lead to another's death, the victims instead have heart attacks. But again, this would still lead to the other's death, because neither would want to live if the other died.

Therefore, since the heart attack would cause the death of another person, the death note wouldn't take effect on either of them.

If you still don't understand. Basically, Kira didn't kill them. It was a natural car accident – well as natural as a car accident can be – that killed Namikawa, and his death lead to Mido committing suicide by his own choice.

Sorry, I know it's mean, but the idea just came to me and I went with it.

I hope you liked it anyways. Please R&R.