You've Been On My Mind (A Death Note One Shot)

He remembered seeing her that day six years ago at the age of thirteen. Every detail of her was carved into his mind, so much he could see an image of it while sleeping. He could recall everything about her if he was questioned, which surprised even him at times. Although he could not recall how they actually met face to face, he vividly recalled seeing her in the distance even though he was hanging out with Matt at the time he even looked in her direction. It was without even realizing it, he once said, nor was it intentional. It just sort of…happened, he guessed. There were moments in his life when he actually thought about that very day and how he came to spot that girl back at Wammy's Orphanage. He had heard of her from Linda on some occasions, but never really saw her. In a way, she was almost like a second Near, only she came outside on some occasions and was actually more social than he was. How he never actually saw her until that day was beyond him, but for someone his age, the sight of the young girl of twelve years old almost took his breath away.

He recalled having a conversation with Matt about something, something he could not remember, under one of the trees nearby. Matt, of course, was too into his game to look him in the eye, but kept the conversation going nonetheless. He remembered laughing about something Matt said to him just before hearing a low "Oh, shoot!" coming from the front gate. For a split moment, he looked over his shoulder curiously to spot someone running back toward the gate. Matt had not noticed the silence of his blond friend, since he was too engrossed in his game to realize his friend stopped laughing all of a sudden. For a long moment, the blond watched as the person stopped to pick something off the ground. From what he could tell, it looked to be a rose. A blue colored rose, at that. He felt his body turn toward her direction just a bit, watching as the person looked over it for a brief moment before nodding slightly. Then, he watched the person inhale its scent just as she turned around, almost as if she were turning around to look at him. However, his eyes widened slightly as he caught his first glimpse of the young girl, the girl who had captured his interest and would hold onto it for years to come.

She appeared no older than twelve years of age and had jaw length black hair with side bangs that partially covered her right eye. In the sunlight, it looked to be shining navy blue. Her eyes were still closed for another few seconds, still taking in the rose's scent. In fact, he took notice a small bouquet of blue roses in her lightly pale arms, tied together with a blue bow. Her outfit consisted of a normal, light blue tank top looking to be a little loose just around the bottom. Her jean shorts fit her perfectly and she had on dark blue sneakers. Clearly, she had gone with a blue colored theme, and from what he could see, she was probably about an inch or two shorter than himself. He continued to watch the girl just as she opened her eyes, a stunning shade of spring green revealed to the blond. Even from where he stood, he could tell they appeared to be shimmering in the sunlight, almost as if the stars were glistening in her eyes.

A small, kind smile formed on her face as she scanned over the blue rose in her hand, looking satisfied with the way it looked – and possibly smelled.

"Thank goodness I actually got you," she said as if the flowers were going to respond back to her. He stood there, breathless for a moment, before exhaling. Her voice, so young, so innocent, so pure. It was like the peaceful sound of a melodic harp strumming soothing note into the soul, and that was extremely uncharacteristically...good...to him. "I wouldn't want my big sister to have the wrong number of roses for her birthday! That would be terrible!"

He blinked at the words she spoke. Birthday, he asked himself. Whose birthday was it today? Did he miss a memo or something? Did Matt forget to tell him whose birthday it was again, or did he just not...

At that point, his mind seemed to pause abruptly mid-thought, his eyes blinking once again. Since when have I ever cared about birthdays other than my own, he thought to himself. Well, and Matt, too, I guess, but that’s something I’m not worried about right now. Pushing his thoughts about birthdays and whatnot off to the side for the time being, he once again watched as the young girl placed the single blue rose along with the bouquet, a look of relief filling her face.