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C.L. POV

"OOOOOOOOOH, OOH! HOW LONG TILL YOUR SURRENDER? OOOOOOOOOH, OOH, HOW LONG TILL YOUR SURRENDER? IT'S A LONG WAY FOR HEARTBREAK! LET YOUR HEART WAIT AND BLEED!-" I slammed the snooze button on my radio and groaned into my pillow. I. Do. Not. Want. To. Go. To. School. Can't the government just get that through their thick skulls!?

Suddenly a smell filled my nose. Not just any smell, but the most glorious smell in existence. It was-

"BACON!" I ran into the kitchen, still in my pyjamas. If you would call a tank top and some sweat pants 'pyjamas'.

Uncle Marcus smiled. "Works every time."

I stuck a piece of bacon in my mouth and chewed it. "Looks as if you found my one weakness." What can I say? I loves me some bacon.

"School today," uncle Marcus reminded me.

I grimaced. "Screw school. It can go die in a hole, for all I care."

He rolled his eyes. Yeah, my uncle can be such a kid sometimes. "That's the spirit," he said sarcastically. "Did you do your homework?"

"Yup," I lied. I never do my homework. It's the one thing I hate more than school. Okay, maybe I do it in study hall if I feel like it, but other than that, no.

"Hi," Light said to me as I took my seat next to him.

"Hey," I replied, taking out my schedule. Let's see... Science, bleh. Art, yay. Reading and writing, yay and bleh, cause most of it would probably be in Japanese. Maths, boo. Yup, I was officially screwed.

"What's wrong?" Light asked me. Oh. Apparently I'd did that little hiss/groan of frustration thing out loud.

"Life in general, I guess," I replied. I pulled out my homework and scribbled down what I thought to be the answers.

"You didn't do your homework?" he asked.

"Nope," I said, even though I was thinking something along the lines of, 'No shit, Sherlock!'. But I wasn't going to be pissy to this guy. After all, he was basically my first friend here.

"Why not?"

"I guess I forgot, okay?"

The bell rang and everyone else took their seats. Class began, teacher-person ranted, blah, blah, blah.

"Sakuya kara ni shukudai o toridashimasu," the teacher said.

"What the...?" I asked.

"Take out the homework," Light translated.

I sighed. "Joy, joy." I looked out the window as the other students read off the answers.

"Ciana?" the teacher called on me. Oh great.

"Hmm?" I murmured.

"17-Ban."

One of the other girls raised their hand. "Sir, she doesn't speak Japanese." He hushed her.

"Ciana will answer the question," he said calmly.

Like hell I will. Well you know what? It's true. I don't know much Japanese. But I do know one phrase, which I decided to use in this semi-appropriate situation. "Notare jine," I replied with a smile. The whole class burst out laughing and the teacher had this embarrassed look on his face. Ha. Serves him right.

"Someone escort her to the principal's office," he said.

The girl who had stood up for me earlier volunteered and we both walked outside of the classroom. "I thought you didn't speak Japanese..."

I laughed. "All I can say is thank God for Google."

She smiled. "That makes sense."

"Although I think a more fitting phrase would be..." I took out my iPhone and looked at the list. "Kusateru oyaji."

The girl laughed. "You're probably right. I'm Mizuki. And I already know your name." We approached a door. "Well, here it is. You sure did tell that guy off like we've all been meaning to."

"Ciana Lewis?" the secretary asked.

I raised my hand. "That would be me."

"The principal will see you now."

I walked in the room. "Hey."

His face was stern. "You called one of the staff... something inappropriate, right?"

I nodded. "I thought it was rather fitting at the time, though."

"Would you care to explain your actions?"

I sighed. Adults just don't get it. "He disrespected me, so I returned the favour. Is that explained enough for you?"

He scowled at me. "You have detention for the rest of the week. You may now return to class."

"Why did you do that?" Light asked me once all the classes were over.

I shrugged. "I didn't like the way he treated me."

He sighed. "You can't get away with that kind of stuff here, Ciana."

"I can certainly try."

He smiled at this. "When you said you've had more hurt then walking into a tree... what did you mean by that?"

"Nothing..."

"Tell me." He looked be straight into the eyes and I felt as if I couldn't look away.

I looked downward. "I have a bit of a rough past, I guess. Parental issues. I just moved here recently to live with my uncle Marcus."

"Why don't you live with your parents?" he asked.

"Reasons."

He scratched the back of his head. "Where do you live?"

"Ooh... stalkerish much?" I teased, wiggling my eyebrows.

"No," he scoffed. "I was thinking maybe I could come over on the weekend or something."

"Jeez... sorry. Take a joke for once, Light. I didn't mean nothing by it." I took out a piece of paper. "Lend me a pencil, will ya?" He handed me a pen and I scribbled down my address, then handed it to him. "Gotta run, bye!"

L.Y. POV

I stared at the piece of paper in my hand for a moment, then ran towards my home. I was going to find out more about her. I raced up to my room and typed in the address, checking who it belonged to. Marcus Alesina. That must mean he's her uncle on her mom's side. I searched for 'Lewis and Alesina'. There was nothing. Nothing at all.

I took a quick look at the death note and wrote a few names in it, then hid it again. I went downstairs. "Mom, I'm going to a friend's house, okay?" She nodded and I darted out the front door.

"Where are you going?" someone behind me asked. Oh great. Ryuk.

"Somewhere." I walked along the pavement. "And for the 40th time already, don't talk to me in public." I walked up to her door and knocked on it. "Hello?"

An older man answered the door. "Who are you?"

"Uncle Marcus, who's the- oh." Ciana's face appeared behind the man. "This is my friend, Light. He goes to my school."

The Marcus guy nodded and walked off. "Just remember to use protection!"

Ciana blushed. "Sorry about that. He's kind of a jokester. Has the mind of a teenage boy."

"I noticed."

She walked down a narrow hallway. "Welcome to my abode."

"Um... thanks." Suddenly I heard sounds coming from on of the rooms. "What's that?"

"Oh, that's just my music," Ciana explained.

We walked into what I assumed to be her room and sat down on the bed. "So what do you do?" I asked.

She shrugged. "I draw sometimes. It helps me think."

I nodded and looked around, seeing numerous drawings on the walls. How did I not see those earlier?

"And you?" she asked.

"Study, mostly," I said. "So... why is it you don't live with your parents?"

She rolled her eyes. "Not this topic again."

"C'mon, please? I really want to know!"

"Why?"

"Just please tell me!" I begged, wanting to see if my suspicions were right.

She sighed. "My dad... he's in jail..."

"Why?"

"Jeez, Light. You sure do ask a lot of questions." She tapped her fingers on her knee. "Wanna go for a walk? I think I kind of need some fresh air if I'm gonna tell my whole life story."

I nodded and she pulled up the window. "What are you doing?"

"Um, going out the window, clearly."

Oh. "Why not just use the door?"

"Because that would be too easy," she replied as if it made sense.

We walked along near a field of some sort.

"My father abused me," Ciana admitted. "When I was about seven... there was a car accident. My mom, she was killed instantly. Dad blamed it on me.. He would come in all drunk and just start hitting me with whatever he could find. I... I still have scars."

I looked down. "That's terrible."

"Do you know what the strange part is, though? I still love him."

"He doesn't deserve your love," I told her.

"That's bull," she spat. She sat down in the tall grass, the reeds sweeping lightly against her face. "My love is worth nothing, so it doesn't matter whether I love him or not."

"That's not true, Ciana," I said immediately, sitting next to her. "Who told you that? Because whoever they are, they were lying. Who told you that, Ciana?"

She buried her face in her lap for a moment, then began to get up. "You know what, just forget I said anything about any of this, okay Light?"

"No," I said. "I can't simply forget everything you've told me."

She looked me hard in the face. "You can and you will. Understood?"

I sighed. "If I do as you say and forget everything you've told me, can I ask you one more question?"

"Shoot."

"What is his name?"

Taking a quick look around first, she turned around and faced me. "Mason. Mason Lewis."

"You're going to kill him, aren't you?" Ryuk said.

I shoved my hands in my pockets. "I might. What's it to you?"

"Well, I was just going to point out that you don't know what he looks like."

I stopped. Crap. It was hard enough just getting the name out of her, but a picture!? That might be nearly impossible. But then I realized something and smiled. "Thank goodness for Google."