In the Meantime. (MattXOC Death Note Fanfic)

Changing

     "So I just have to hold that, right? And clench it."
     "Yes. It should be painless." The tall, ghostly figure tried to comfort the young girl as he held his hand out, holding a small, black pebble. Trees surrounded them, shrouding them in darkness apart from the small streaks of moonlight, filtering through the orange leaves. The child-like adolescent gathered her strength and held out her hand; the mysterious silhouette dropped the pebble into her hand.
      "It's warm." She examined it in the moonlight.
      "Clench," the silhouette instructed, and so the girl did. Her jaw tightened more and more as seconds passed; her skin became paler, growing out from her hand which contained the inhuman material; the pebble seemed to drain the life from her.
       "It-" she was cut off by her straining, straining to try and remain silent.
       "Are you in pain?" The figure's tone was concerned. She fell to her knees, still squeezing the stone in her palm. With nothing he could do, he just watched. Without being able to contain her pain, the adolescent cried out. Her screams travelled through the woods, weaving through the tree trunks. The white skin that crawled up her arm seemed to spiral up, like winter trees reaching for the full moon. The pain for her became so strong she no longer had the strength to scream. The Death God hovered before her in shock, unknowing on what to do to help her. This was Shinigami power, a power stronger than his. He could do nothing.
       "Let go of it!" With no other solution, the God of Death voiced his only possible solution, which he feared the outcome of.
        The helpless girl peeled her fingers from their fixed and clenched composure. Her palm revealed pale white skin with a shadow like dark spot resembling the stone's shape when it was once there. There was no stopping the process.
        The vein-like whiteness continued to rise up her arm, gradually coating her in veins as it went, leaving behind only the pale skin. Once it reached her neck and started racing up one side of her face, her head flung backwards. Her eyes flashed open and her irises gradually changed colour. The white veins seemed to touch her pupils and her eyes turned blood red. By this point, all of her skin was dead white colour. Her arms suddenly wrapped themselves around her head. She pulled her own head forwards in agony, arching her back, and looking down at the dirt beneath her. From under her clothes on her back, something seemed to try and push through the cloth. The clothes tore to reveal thick black feathers which sprouted from her back. They opened up to be huge, majestic wings. After waving the wings around in the air, slowly, the girl sat back up; once again, her eyes had changed colour, now both black, but were empty and lifeless. Gradually, she rose to her feet and flapped her wings to being to hover. She was unemotional, dead.
        Suddenly, she disappeared in darkness and was surrounded by a black orb. There seemed to be some sort of light trying to escape it, but it only dimmed until it went completely out. It was almost silent; it had been the whole time but now it felt all the more eerie. The black orb floated in the air beneath the rustling trees and the only witness watched in awe. The orb seemed to crack like glass, slowly splitting from the top. Then, it shattered, spilling the shards and disappearing entirely.
       The girl still had remained in the orb, she now had completely pale, white skin, black feather wings and a black dress that seemed to move violently in the wind despite the wind only being a breeze. Her face had matured, her eyes were black and lips blood red. Her hair had gotten longer and flicked at the ends. The last change on her was her clothes. She wore a long dress that split at the front to show her legs and knee-high, buckled, black boots. She sank to the floor, placing her feet on the ground once more. Inhaling a deep breath she looked around her, examining the new clothing and shadow from the stone on her palm.
       "Looks like this is permanent, joy; memories..." Her tone was emotionless and flat as if the past events hadn't stunned her.
      "What happened? Are you alright? Were you in pain or was that just the transformation?" The panicking figure asked the changed girl. She simply looked up at him, flapped her wings and flew off above the forest. She waited there looking down at the world whilst her acquaintance caught up.
      "It was extremely painful, Kensou. The most physical pain I've ever felt..." He was just about to speak when she continued to talk, "Don't worry yourself, the pain was nothing compared to the pain I felt when leaving my friends behind. This pain I feel now, makes the other pain look like a bruise. And this one is eternal."
       "I'm sorry, Enya... I didn't know." She remained silent. "Let's head to the Shinigami Realm. Beyond is waiting for you." She nodded and turned to the Death God named Kensou. Her tears twinkled in the moonlight.
       "I didn't know Shinigami could cry..."
       "They can't, it's because you're part human."
       "What a curse that's been bestowed upon me..."
        "It's a gift. There have been many times when I have envied the emotions of humans. So much so that I gained some, but I never could let them out." Kensou stretched out his hand for her to take, she wiped her tears away and took it, they flew into the midnight starry sky.

       "It's just hit the 20th! We must leave to get her!" Beyond cried.
       "I'm sure they're on their way, Kensou understands these matters, he's loyal to my commands," the Shinigami King replied, confident in his words. Beyond snarled and slumped himself down in the corner of the room as always.
      "Your Majesty." The gate's guard arrived into the room.
       "Speak."
       "There are two Shinigami at the door, I do not recognise them, should I let them in?"
       "Did they give you their names?"
       "No, only that you were expecting them."
       "It must be Enya!" Beyond burst out.
       "Let them come," the King commanded. The guard nodded and left the room. Soon after he returned, bowed and in entered who he expected to see.
       "Enya!" Beyond ran across the room to her and she seemed very much shocked.
       "B-Beyond?" Slowly she came to terms with what was going on and reciprocated the warm hug back. "Oh, B, I'm so happy to see you!"
        "As I am you!" B pulled away from her and admired her change in her appearance since they last saw each other. "Look at you, you're all grown up!"
         "More than I was about 10 minutes ago."
         "Well come, Enya. Or would you prefer I call you Robin?"
         "Enya or Robin is fine, whatever seems more natural to you, your Highness." She turned to the King and bowed.
         "Robin?" B questioned the new name.
         "My alias from Wammy's House." With just those two words her aura completely changed, she had a humanity about her as did Beyond -though B's humanity was debatable - and she saddened.
         "What is it, Enya?" Beyond took hold of her hand. "Are you not happy to see me?"
         "Of course, I am, B! Of course. It's just that I left so much behind in the Human World..." She suddenly wrapped her arms around her brother once again, he attempted to calm his little sister, by rubbing her back to comfort her.
         "You said it was painless," Kensou spoke.
         "I apologise, Kensou, I knew you could never put Robin through that kind of pain so I lied."
         "The why did you not let her die by a chosen method? Quick? Painless?!"
         "Without that stone, I couldn't have bestowed the power on her to be my heir." Silence filled the room. Enya looked up from her brother's shoulder and her brother took his eye off his little sister for the first time since she entered the room. "Robin, Enya; you are Princess to this Kingdom."
         "I am honoured! I truly am... but... Aren't Gods of Death immortal?"
         "There is one way to kill a Shinigami, and that is for it to fall in love with a human."
         "Your Majesty, you haven't-"
         "Yes. I have committed the taboo among Gods of Death. My days are numbered. I plan on saving her life when the time comes. She will be murdered, but I am making the most of my time."
         "Yes, your Majesty, I wish you well for when the time comes," Enya spoke.
         "As do I," Beyond added. Kensou bowed but did not speak.
         "Kensou, look after her. Be her guide in this solemn rule. She shall need it."
         "Yes, your Grac-"
         "What about me?!" Beyond interrupted one of the few words Kensou ever spoke.
         "I know you will be by her side. For better or for worse." he smiled at the siblings and the love they shared. "Enya, if you would, please, accept this." I held out a Death Note. She stepped towards me and took it into her hands. The book burned itself on the cover, writing Death Note on the front in a silver colour and elegant font, not like most Death Notes, what to expect; unlike any other Shinigami than her brother, she was once Human.
          "Enya, come with me and I'll introduce you to everyone." Beyond took hold of her and left the room.
          "Kensou, I trust you will look after her, correct? I believe I saved your life by giving her immortality."
          "Yes, probably..."
          "Welcome back." He bowed to follow Enya and Beyond.