Disclaimer: I don't own anything that's in this story besides my OC's. Therefore I don't own Death Note and it's plot. So no suing here~!! ^_^

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Friday Nov. 24, 2006

Those who claim to know Hirayama Yuki, would say that she has the patience of a saint. Always helping those around her with a smile if they asked, even though it would seem they would make little to no progress. Forgiving past boyfriends who dated her that forgot about an anniversary, one even forgetting Valentine's Day, the class chewing him out for the always pleasant girl that is kind, patient, and funny with her humor. Only drawing the line when one asks too much of her, having too many strikes, those who she has given too many chances and the class would always agree and glare at the fellow student who dared to bother the unique purple eyed girl with mocha hair flowing ever so nicely on her back.

They claim many things, but they will never know that Yuki's smile did not reach her sharp eyes, her words of comfort to those she forgives came out of a mouth constantly weaving lies, and her patience has a limit.

Yuki's patience, as of now, is thinning.

The young girl with her black long sleeved sailor school uniform was walking through the streets of Tokyo, a new destination in mind instead of going to the bus stop as her covered legs due to black leggings as a result of the nearing winter strolled along the cemented sidewalk. She received a phone call from her standard flip phone once she reached to her single room apartment last night, seeing it was her psychiatrist she reluctantly answered, putting down her bags and taking out the slip of paper from her skirt that ripped from the black notebook. The doctor informed her to befriend Yagami Light, telling her to do so because of his father's insistence and that it would be 'easier' to watch her. Yuki hid her distaste at the statement from Yammamoto, tone maintaining a measured composure as Yammamoto made all these demands from her. It was normal, but, fingers slightly clenched around her phone.

Not only did the blasted mind doctor say Yuki is 'allowed' to become friends with Light Yagami, she started to pester her about her mother.

"You should really visit her Yuki, it's already been two months since your last visit."

What the psychiatrist stated was true, but Yuki didn't want to. She avoided her mother like the plague, for each time she visited her mother, she spoke about the importance of religion. About the wonderful God and his revelations, the sins of others, and that if Yuki does not obey she would go to Hell and suffer for eternal life due to her not listening and having those blasted cursed purple eyes. There was one time where her mother grabbed Yuki roughly by her hair when they were in the private visitation room, attempting to rip her eyes from her head because it reminded her too much of her father and it is too devilish to exist. That God did not mean to put those eyes on her, but the Devil himself. Once the guards came, they sedated her mother and quickly took her away. Yuki's cheeks were filled with jagged scratch marks, a few hair strands gone from her head as a result. At school, Yuki lied and said it was a wild cat she attempted to befriend. After that, the visits always had bars separating mother and daughter, a guard keeping watch at the exchange if something violent between either of them would occur once more.

The violent exchange wasn't the reason for her refusal to see her mother. No. It was because the topic of God was always brought up.

It annoys Yuki to no end.

Because of how repetitive her mother sounded, blubbering or preaching about this wonderful being that judges all yet forgives all. Eyes either tearing up at the thought of this higher being or steeled in a mixture of grim hatred and ruthlessness as purple met gray.

Her annoyance that her mother would speak about someone with such admiration that doesn't even exist grated her nerves.

God doesn't exist. Will never exist. End of story.

Yuki told Yamammoto that she'll do it when she wants to, promptly hanging up so she can relax in her dark yet simple apartment. The woman not calling back thankfully, Yuki would've ignored her doctor if she did.

Black covered legs stopped, her from standing outside the simple two-story white modern house surrounded by a white cement and black gate. She took note that the houses besides Light looked exactly the same, the paint job being the only difference, clearly the architects were lazy to do this neighborhood look unique. Nonetheless, one would call the simplicity cute. Detached amethyst surveyed the area, deciding lazily for a moment if Yuki should just knock at the door, or if she should just wait outside the gates.

Lips quirked up in dry amusement, head shaking.

'Pfft. Yeah right.'

But right when she was about to walk through the gate, Light exited his house. Yuki spotted his mother behind him, who waved at her with a motherly smile within the home, she returned it with a close eyed one and a courteous bow of the head. She's pretty sure she heard Light's mother say something to Light, the neat brown hair only moving in a shake from his head at his mothers words, whatever they were.

After he locked the door and turned around to where she was, he casually walked up to her and gave out a greeting with a polite smile plastered on his face after making sure the gate closed firmly behind him.

"Good morning, Hirayama-chan."

He seemed calm, but Yuki saw the slight raise of eyebrows he gave her when he discovered she was there at his gate. Yuki mentally gloated to herself at her observing skills, knowing people's emotions through slight expressions was a skill she received the past few years. The disgust she suddenly had of this world made her want to at least slightly understand why the world is the way it was. No, that's not quite right. Not why the world the way it is, not disgust towards the world and how it moves uncaringly along as years pass.

People. Humans. Observing and seeing what makes people tick, what habits they will always follow due to biological instinct. Why men who are loving fathers to their daughters, until their wives die and their daughters reach puberty does lust cloud their eyes and actions, experienced hands making innocent ones wary. Why women who smile all prettily, white teeth flashing and face covered in paint that makes them feel heavy along with the burden on their shoulders, backstab those they call friends because they looked at them wrong and did not greet them in that one cafe. Why children spit and laugh at the ones who suffer from disorders and syndromes, pushing and shoving, uncaring at the suffering crying victim shook in fear, unable to distinguish from what is monster and what is not.

Lust. Jealousy. Envy. Wrath. Pride. Sloth. Gluttony.

Which one are you, Light Yagami? Did you use that notebook after all and lied to me? Did it not help your boredom?

She quickly washed away those questions for no news came out of odd happenstance, and Light would mention it on his own if he tried the book and it didn't work, claiming it was stupid. So she let those thoughts be.

Yuki returned the greeting back to him, and off they went to their walk to school. Silence hanging over them. The pale girl inwardly frowned. Mr. Chief told his son didn't he? He had to...but how much? Does Light know about her unique situation, if so, does he know her record? That'd be bad news if so, he could snitch. The likelihood of him actually doing so is slim, the boy always seemed like the private type so surely he wouldn't tell another's business and spread it around the school despite his high popularity and the social power he could have if so.

"So, Yagami-kun, do you understand this whole arrangement?" She questioned him, wanting to get to the bottom of this. Light never seemed the type to just accept things as how they are, always having to ask questions to satiate his curiosity or his mind.  Whether or not his father told him everything, now that's what must be solved. For all Yuki knows, Light probably has the misconception that his father is trying to set him up. Fine lips quirked inwardly in amusement at the thought.

"My father didn't really give me all the details. It was sort of confusing actually," he laughed, straight white teeth flashing at her as the sound  irritated her ears. "I'm guessing you don't either?" He gave her one of his polite smiles, waiting either for her to correct him or to agree.

"Hmmm, I don't really know either. But hey, have you decided on which university you're going to yet?"

From there it was polite conversation between the two of them. Either talking about education(which Yuki didn't like, but hey, she didn't like awkward silences either) or certain events they've seen in the news(which gave Yuki a slight bitter taste in her mouth in disgust) as they walked along pass the train tracks.

"The Choko Yakuza, though, are the most dangerous as of now. I'm thinking of helping my father in the cases of those missing women."

Hm? Light works with his father on cases?

"You help your dad with cases?"

"Occasionally, it actually depends on the case itself. One time I solved this insurance fraud murder investigation for the police. Although," He let out an awkward laugh, hand scratching the back of his neck sheepishly as they continued to walk along the path to school. "I guess missing people and murder are completely different things, so I'm not sure I'll be able to solve it."

Well, look at whose acting all modest, Yuki inwardly smirked. But it's impressive. He's seventeen as of right now Yuki believed, at least that's what she remembers from how everyone was all hustling and bustling around him to wish him happy birthday early in the year. To be able to solve cases like that, murders and possibly other cases, his deductive skills must be high. She should be careful around him, perhaps Yammamoto and Mr. Chief made a good call on having them be 'friends' after all, advantageous to them both to keep a close eye on her.

He should be careful with her too.

Mr. Chief's son only gets even more interesting to Yuki's eyes as she continued to speak with him. Either about his cases and the criminals he helped apprehend or about his own dream on becoming a detective of the National Police Agency of Tokyo, this seems to be the time where Light appeared more vivid and less dead, similar to yesterday when they both looked over at the Death Note. Yuki then spotted her bus stop and asked Light if he would want to take it instead of fully walking over there, her laziness already taking over.

"I don't think that's wise. It seems that the woman who've gone missing because of the Yakuza group were last seen by these bus stops, the one by our school included."

It seems that she missed that part when she turned off the TV at the police station. But for the Yakuza to be able to kidnap people by a school, where at least one police car is parked nearby, it's quite dangerous as well as reckless. Then again, all humans are all on their own in the end, not even the police can save you. Yuki gave a polite thanks to him in response, and off they went to their personal hellhole called school.

Of course, Yuki didn't say that out loud.

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They were staring.

Students from all classes, young juniors to seniors couldn't help but just gaze with their simply plain varying dark eyes that were wide as they gazed at both herself and Light as they walked through the school to get to their respective classrooms. Whispers were going around, fingers jutting, and Yuki only gave small smiles to those she met with her currently unamused amethyst that she is doing her best to hide with kind ones. Light was doing the same, sometimes waving to his friends who were gawking, seemingly unaffected.

She knew that would be some sort of uproar, but she didn't expect all these stares. Here they were, the girl in her winter season black school uniform with her nice little ribbon on her neck that her large mass of spiky cocoa hair trailing behind her in her small figure, along with the always pristine clean tan and white uniform boy and his own neat mass of brown hair to go along with his 'perfect' appearance, a red tie to boot to match with her ribbon. The lazy genius and the perfect genius, walking alongside together like they were always ever close. Like they were destined to be.

She held back a snort at the thought, Light and her successfully entered the school's warm building and away from the autumn air in the courtyard. They were then swarmed from both their closest 'friends'-playthings a part of her mind supplied-bombarding them excitedly with questions that will surely hurt both her and Light's eardrums.

"When did you guys get start walking to school together?!"

"Did the respectful rivals of Daikoku finally decided to getting along? Did the results of the National Practice Entrance Exams already come out?"

"Oi, Oi~! When were going to tell us about this Yuki-chan?! This is amazing! And we were just talking about-"

"Heyo~ Light-kun, I see you finally decided to make your move on the wonderful 'snow mountain'! Good thing too cause I was thinking of-"

"Wait, where did you guys meet up? Don't tell me that Light-kun-"

"Are you guys dating?!"

Yuki could pat herself in the back from her calm demeanor and the resistance to flinching on all the loud voices that just decided to talk over each other instead of doing it one by one like civilized people, her only grinning brightly as she waved her hand back and forth with a sheepish movement, Light laughing nervously along with it. She glanced at him, noticing how uncomfortable he was at the situation as well but perhaps for different reasons, the crowd deciding to quiet as they waited for their answers, to which they both took turns to answer smoothly.

They started walking together today. There was no tense rivalry to begin with, there was never time to be friends with one another. And that's all they are, friends. Yuki met up with him in his house and they just decided to walk together.

Before the noisy teens decided to ask for more, Yuki intervened.

"Perhaps we should move along to our classes guys? It's about to start and we shouldn't be late." A grateful glance was turned her way, the owner being one with honey brown eyes, the crowd grumbled but moved along either way and cleared the path for them to move.

They walked along with the others who continued to converse loudly and touched both her and Light familiarly, even as they finally reached their seats, their friends couldn't take a hint and know the definition of space. Yuri leaning heavily on Light's desk on own side with her medium brown hair basically at his face, with Emi on the other as she fluttered her short black lashes at him, the boys like Yamamoto whose glasses was askew in his face(to similar of a name to her doctors surname), Kyoya's steel black eyes fixated on the genius(an ex-boyfriend of hers), as well as many others crowded his desk by the window. While she was stuck with the chattering box of the black short haired girl with plain gray eyes Yuno, the self proclaimed tomboy with a ponytail up for her earth colored hair to match her eyes Haru, other girls Yuki can care less about and boys that she either dated before for amusement or those who are interested in her, Dankuro - tiny eyes a chocolate brown with oily mahogany hair- and Takeshi-innocent wide coal orbs with hair to match- included as well as others.

'At this rate,' her minded observed darkly, 'I'll never get close to Light and see what exactly is up with him and that notebook. It'll be nice to try that paper before him.'

Sadly, Yuki couldn't due to Yammamoto calling the night before but maybe—

The teacher entered, and all the students finally sat respectably in their own space instead of getting all their bodies over her. Once everything was situated, and the clock strikes on time, class began with the normal mundane drag. It's only when the English teacher sprung up about a project, about controversial topics and it can be worked with partners that amethyst glanced over to the row next to her and three seats in front, honey amber eyes already meeting her stare with probing curiosity and interest only to widen slightly in embarrassment at getting caught but the gaze did not astray.

Yuki put a pale hand under her mouth, hiding an amused smirk. She nodded at his silent question, and the golden boy's eyes shone as he nodded as well, partner already acquired.

'Perhaps there's a god out there after all.'

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This shall be a slow forming bond. Slow burn I guess you can say, though not really. Same thing will occur for L once he comes.

Maybe this small project will help before everything hits the fan.

Also, I have made it where Light and Yuki go to cram classes on certain days and not every day. Yuki meeting her psychiatrist on certain days as well.

For those who didn't notice as well, I have made the Death Note get picked up earlier then originally planned. Originally it was Nov. 28 and was first used that day as well, I have changed it to Nov. 23.

When the Death Note is used, I shall keep the same, which is Nov. 28.