Raito surveryed the girl one more time, running his eyes up and down her, analyzing her. She still didn't speak, and because of Raito's almost normal apprearence -small nubs had started to grow out of is scalp continously into what he thinks are horns- he knew it wasn't because of his grotuese and repulsive appearence. But she might have been shocked that he was just suddenly there, that was the only logical reason he thought but alas considering how she held the book and with that animalistic look in her eyes he knew it wasn't because he has just appeared or because of his appearence it was because she thought he ws going to take the book away from her. He looked at her knuckles, they where white turning a light purple shade because she was holding the book so thight, her neatly angled brows furrowed and her eyes narrowed. Her lip was quivering, she was scared yet threatening looking.

He coughed, uncermonously, just to break the silence.

"Like I said I'm Raito." Catiously he stepped foward, one hand out stretched. But she took a step back as he stepped fowards, acting as a cornered animal would. He sighed, drawing back in his hand. "I'm terribly sorry I've frightened you." Considering his options now he stepped back, "I'll leave that in your care for now." And with that final word it was like his body was melting into the atomsphere, just meshing in with the all the different colors of the landscaping.

She didn't move, didn't speak. What just happened didn't flash through her mind as he dissapered but when he was fully gone, there not a trace left that "Raito" has been here she ran. Her long legs carried her far up the road and the constant work left her in shape. She made it up the house in a matter of mintues, not even slowing down as she tore open the door and ran up to her room. Of course there was no one home, it was only Dad and her at home in this small farm house that seemed to be falling apart. Mom and Dad had seperated long ago but she was in Dad's custody.

Dad wasn't home because he was now currently working out in the fields and mom worked with some modeling agency up in New York. He probably wouldn't be home for another four hours. She didn't even realize that he wasn't there, her mind was completely preoccupied at the moment.

Sitting down on her bed with a sure "thud" as the headrest smashed up against the wall she pulled her feet up, crossing her sitting style and setting the book down in front of her. It contrasted oddly against the pale blue comforter with it's black cover and the words "Death Note" etched on the front of it in an errie silver writing.

Minutes passed and she hadn't touched the book, just sat there staring at it. Her thoughts, engulfed by the presence finally gained the nerve to open the book. She pryed the cover open her eyes reading over the the inside of the front cover. In ornate beautiful writing were simple rules as the title stared with a intricate boarder surrounding the outside of these four rules.

The rules were:

-The Human whose name is written on the note shall die

-This note will not take effect unless the writer has the person's face in their mind when writing his/her name. Therefore, people sharing the same name will not be affected.

-If the cause of death is written within 40 seconds of writing the person's name, it will happen. If the cause of death is not specified, the subject will simply die of a heart attack.

-After writing the cause of death, the details of the death should be written in the next 6 minutes and 40 seconds.

She read them over again and again, memorizing them after a few mintues then complemplating what they meant. Speaking carefully she recited each rules, letting the words rolls off her tongue. "The Human whose name is written on this note shall die." Flipping through the pages now she found the book empty, with just prestine white paper bound inside. Her fingers gentely lifted up a page and felt it, rubbing the thin yet not too thin and thick yet not too thick paper. Thinking to herself she wondered about the other rules, puzled by what they possibly could mean. Was this some sort of joke? It couldn't have been, something that spirital, that magnificant couldn't have been a joke. She knew the rules and how it all worked and finally deciding picked up a pen.

That same voice from before spoke.

She spun around facing Raito, scooping up he book and drawing it close in the process.

"What's you're name?" Raito questioned, a small smile appearing.

"Mira."

i "There are times when fear is good. It must keep its watchful place at the heart's controls. There is advantage in the wisdom won from pain." -Æschylus /i