I Don't Own Death Note.

Spaghetti - O's.

Author's Note:

I own nothing.

Except for my story.

Deviantart has gone to shit, thanks to idiotic fail trolls.

Kinder

- "A. B. C. D. E. F. G... Will you still love me?

.. H. I. J. K. L. M. N. O. P... Even if I'm a psycho?"

- Sara

Folded papers.

Crippled Memories.

These are the things.

I hate to repeat.

"Sara, you changed into a goth?"

"No, Ryuk. I've always been dark inside."

"Sara, ehhhhhhiiii. We need to take pictures today. For school photo IDs. Aren't you excited to start High School?!" In a bashful mood.

"Not, precisely. " As she folded her arms.

"Well, smile on your pic, okay!" as she wrapped her arms around Sara.

- I wasn't up, for smiling much. As a matter of fact. Did not smile at all. It causes rinkles. And I liked my flat cheeks.-

Breanna was always into color and bashful. But in her head, she wasn't always stable.

Sara was always into black and dark persona. But she was indeed, calm. Even through her history.

How they met, and became sorta of friends. Was unexplaineable. But differences do indeed attract you to someone.

Breanna and Sara had met before, once. And didn't seem to remember. Breanna was the girl who lived in the same apartment complex. But since they were hardly allowed outside to play. They never talked.

The day they met. Breanna went home, a little earlier than Sara. As she went to open the door. She knew, the door was not locked. It was creaked opened. And had kicks on it. By the footprints that were left behind. She screamed. "Mommmy!" Crying as some people came.

Sara walked by. Noticed her. And felt bad.

As the News went on like ususal. She took out her notebook. And as presumed. That he was the culprit. She did so.

Both of Breanna's parents were dead. With slashes on their throats, and stomachs. That Read J. P.

That was her horrid history. And thus, she ignores it, by being happy in a fake matter. But deep down she cries.

And Sara, saw through that.

School went on and everyone seemed to stay calm. Kira was around, was what you would hear.

So, many students that fought to try to not make a roar.

Breanna wondered who Kira was, but never tempted to ask Sara. Because, finding out, Sara wouldn't know what to do as a result.

Ryuk, looked with ease. He did not mind Breanna, because she wasn't hestiant with Sara. They had separate lives.

As Ryuk went back up into the Shinigami world. To take Sara an apple from his world. He noticed Light, sitting. Alone.

"Light?"

Light ignored him. And Ryuk knew that meant, that he was upset at something. But seeing that he had to go back down. He left without saying a word. With a dry response.

Breanna went over to Sara's apartment. Since, she moved to her Aunt's house. She was no longer able to see Sara all those years. And that is why, they were never friends before.

Anyway, Breanna looked over Sara's stuff. She noticed Sara had a thing for designs like clothing and maybe even homes. Because there was a house interior book. That may of been from someone else.

"Ah, yes. My adoptive father happened to be a Home Designer. But I have not given it much thought."

As Breanna flipped over her booklets, filled with dresses. Very nice. Most were dark and black accessories. Like a Gothic Vantage thing.

As she placed it down. She noticed Sara's Diary.

Flipping it open. She noticed a shadow. He then covers her mouth.

Stare gave her a cold stare.

"Let go, Ryuk!"

-Gasp-

"Gahhh... Wh- What was that?"

" My pet. My friend. Or like I like to call him. My father."

Breanna was in fear. Just like when she saw her parents in such matter.

"Hi."

She lept.

"He won't hurt you."

Sara was laying on her bed.

"Sara and Breanna. Dinner!"

Beeanna got up. "Oh no! I forgot to bring over something in return!" As she ran down stairs.

"Don't worry." As she turned to see if Sara was coming down.

" Your food is always yummy."

"Why thank you."

Sara was a bit annoyed. -I will never get bashful people. How can you pass through so much and still smile like nothing happened?-

As she stabbed the lasagna with the fork.

-Seeing as she left quiet happy. Will she tell on me?...

What do I do?-

-Something tells me to go through with it.

Something tells me to ignore it.

And then, there is you.

I'm too, kinder...

In capable to kill a friend-

Author's Note: I just keep making awesome phrases in my head. And I just had to write them down and post it here.

I will post it somewhere else, once I finish the whole thing here. Maybe LiveJournal or somwhere else. I have fun. Not trying to take this way to seriously. Hell, my life does not depend on this. But of its that last thing I do, then there ya have it. Yo. Ye hoid? Ye.