"Bye Dearie." Her dad said, reluntantly letting go of his daughter after his long held hug. He kissed her forehead and pushed her away from him, the giggling girl smiling boardly back at him.

"I'll visit soon." She said, spying the sadness in her dad's eyes. He nodded, trying to shake back the rushing tears that were set on exposing themselves.
"Love you."
"I love you too." Mira said and stepped onto the small tram that would take her to the terminal. Her father had been forced because of airport security to stay back behind the line, and watch his daughter depart. Leave his life.

Little did he know at the time it would be a very long time before he ever saw her again and by that point it wouldn't be right to consider her his daughter.

When that switch had been flipped something else had been also.

Samira wasn't the same.

Getting off the tram and venturing over towards her gate she finally managed to sit down, pulling her back pack off and setting it down on the floor next to her feet.

It was this calm minute that she was really able to think. The minute that nobody was there, she was alone with herself and probably thousands of strangers who were all flying to different destinations. It was of the absoulteness of this task set out to her, the set in stone pocedure that she had to preform.

Well she didn't have too. Not really.

She still possesed the ability to resist Raito and his commands but she found that unnessicary.

Raito commanding her life was all she needed, nothing more and nothing less.

That's really what she thought.

But something deep down, or someone was telling her otherwise.

And this is the first time she heard their voice.

It was faint, the light whisper in her ear that tickled it ever so lightly. Mira reached up and grabbed at it, a small smile spread across her face. This time that same voice was in her other ear, speaking nothing yet everything at the same time.

It was unfamiliar in the sense of tone. When it had been Raito speaking to her she had felt a sort of menecing tone to his voice that was hard to detect but there. Little did that effect her thoughts on and her view points towards him. This voice though was warm. It was like being wrapped in a blanket that just came out of the dryer on a cold winter day. It had a feeling of welcoming to it that drew her in, no matter how little or how loud it spoke.

She turned her head precariously, bringing her shoulder up as the voice tickled her neck and in her curiously she turned to see who it was who was doing that.

There was of course nobody there, nobody to take blame for the small giggles that were seemingly coming from nowhere. Like it was her own personal joke.

The whispering went from incoherent rambling to being able to understand and pick up words. It was speaking carefully now and she could now tell it was male.

"Don't do this." The voice said, it's tone sadened and pleading.

Mira tilted her head to the side in question. "Why?" She asked plainly, her voice too barely above a whisper.
"He's only using you." The voice continued, still trying.
"Who?" Her questions were so simple, one syllabal questions that asked so much out of a person.

"Please."

This time she didn't reply.

And the voice didn't say anything more.

What had been said still hung in her thoughts and the words she spoke had left a bad taste in her mouth. She knew so little about Raito but at the same time still knew so much.

He wouldn't do that to her and if he did she wasn't even sure it would matter that much to her.

She was his.

Didn't the voice understand that.

Quickly she dismissed those thoughts as the flight attendent called for her row.

How long has she been waiting there? Thirty minutes?

Time had flown by and she hadn't even noticed.

Slinging her bag over her shoulder and walking up to the counter she handed over her ticket and boarded the plane set on another life, leaving behind every thing she had ever know for everything that would become her new life. A new twisted, schemeing life that would send chills up anyones spine even considering it.

But she wouldn't faulter.

Never.

Raito watched her silently at a distance, keeping to the shadows. He was invivislbe to humans, which proved and very useful. Ryuk must of had a hell of a time with that. And now Raito was experiencing just that.

His thoughts where focused solely on her, studying and analyzing if she was the right choice for what he had planned.

So far, everything seemed fine untill that little incident.

He cringed slightly as the rancid smell came into his area, wafting towards him. To others it would have smelled heavenly, the armoa of flowers and vanilla mixed into this wonderful combination. But to Shinigami, it was putrid. His senses where distorted and anything even consiting of being "heavenly" was horrbile.

That was what gave away it's presence.

She had a Guardian Angel.

He knew this from the golden aura that emitted off the being and how it turned to look at him. Raito's own deathly and dark aura drawing attention to him.

It smiled at him and Raito scowled, fearing the worse.

It was trying to protect her from his omni-powerful and compeling demeanor that had allured Samira into his trap.

Like hell he'd let that go by unnoticed or unchecked.

Next time that "Angel" showed up Raito was going to have a little chat with it.

If it even dared a "next time".