I rubbed the blank paper in my hand, carefully closing the window. Now that I actually took a long look at it, it was a little odd, if not creepy. There was a black note book at the top, with various demon-looking creatures praying to it, or that's what it seemed.

"Oh my god." I whispered, cursing myself for not noticing this before.

I quickly unlocked the door and ran downstairs to where Daddy was puffing on his pipe, adjusting his gold glasses as he read the paper.

"Where did the window in my room come from?" I asked rather abruptly.

He lowered his glasses down onto his nose.

"What are you talking about pumpkin?" He asked.

"The stained-glass window in my room. Where did it come from?"

"Oh, that old thing? I picked it up in an old shop when you were a baby. Considering your morbid nature as a child, I figured you'd like it."

I was almost insulted that my father said I was morbid when I was young. Sure, my favorite movie growing up was The Nightmare Before Christmas, but that didn't make me morbid! Nevertheless, I walked out of the room and opened the front door when mommy called to me.

"Where are you going sugar?" She called out in her annoying regal tone.

I hated the pet names, but I especially hated mother's regal tone.

"I'm going to Light's house." I called back and left.

I wasn't quite eighteen yet, but my parents usually let me stay out as late as I want. Sometimes I would even spend the night at Light's house if I was out late enough. I knocked on the front door and gave Sayu a hug. I remember patting Mrs. Yagami's stomach when she was pregnant with her.

"Hey chica, is Light home?" I asked.

"Yeah, he's up in his room studying as usual."

I jogged up the stairs and tried to open the door. Odd, Light didn't usually leave his door locked.

"Hey Light, you in there?" I called.

"What?! Oh yeah, hang on!" He called back.

I heard him mutter "shit shit shit" as he fumbled around. I smiled and called into the closed door,

"Light you better not be watching porno in there!"

He opened the door and looked slightly pissed and shocked.

"No, I'm not watching porn. Jesus, I was just studying."

I smiled and walked into the room, noticing that the same death god was laying on Light's bed eating an apple. He looked a little surprised to see me too because he got up and almost touched me.

"Oh my god." I said, staring into the death god's face.

"What?" Light asked, playing innocent.

"Oh, nothing. I thought I saw a huge spider on your bed." I replied and leapt onto the bed, laying on my stomach and kicking my legs in the air like I usually do.

"Did you get your research paper done?" Light nagged as he sat on the chair to his computer with the death god hanging over his shoulder.

"Actually, Mrs. Clark, the new American teacher I have, let me change my subject." I said cheerfully.

"What is it now?" Light asked, not turning to look at me.

"I'm doing it on Eric Clapton now!" I squealed.

I loved Eric Clapton. I first heard him on the radio once with his covered hit "Cocaine", originally written by J.J Cale, and then I bought his album and fell in love with the song Layla. I wanted my name changed to Layla so badly I almost went to court to get it changed.

Light simply grunted, as I assumed his was rolling his eyes. He clicked on the TV where yet another new cast was covering the murderous works of "Kira", the person responsible for killing all sorts of criminals. I watched with him and wondered why he was so obsessed with this "Kira" character was. I observed the death god as he chuckled.

"Wow Light, that was a little harsh." He said between chuckles.

What was a little harsh? I didn't get it, but I didn't want to ask questions because Light probably couldn't see him. Apparently I was wrong because Light turned his head a little and mumbled something. Wait, Light can see him too?

Now I'm really confused.

I rolled around in the bed, trying to get the death god's attention. He obviously didn't care because I rolled around for about three minutes with no success. I sighed and he finally turned his head. I beckoned him over and he stood over the bed, waiting for me to ask a question.

"Light can see you?" I barely whispered.

He nodded.

Wait a minute, whoever holds a death note can see a death god, right?

So that means...

Light has a death note, and whoever's name is written in it..

Shall die.

Light always talked about "making the world a better, safer place".

I didn't think he was actually serious.

Now it was all coming together. He was watching the news so obsessively because he wanted to make sure the criminal had died.

He was so panic-stricken when I knocked on the door because...

because...

because he was Kira.