Death Note: The Daughter of Death

Chapter Five - Nightmares & Revelations

Rosie had a nightmare that night.

It was a stormy night. A very tacky and over-used term, but it seems that every story started that way. As did this one.

The dream, or nightmare, I should say, took place in a dank and dark house in England. How Rosie knew it was England she did not know, but it was a dream. Anything could happen.

Anything.

Rain splashed violently against a windowpane, the haunting sound mixing with the eerie sound of commanding footsteps.

A grown woman was huddled in the corner with a frail body wrapped in her arms. They were both shaking and cold from fear and otherwise.

The footsteps ended as a grown man halted at the bottom of the stairs."Darling, don't hide from me." He cooed to the woman.

She hugged the small body tighter until the man graced his way over and grabbed her arm forcibly and yanked her up and away from the little child.

"Mommy!" He screamed. "Please, don't hurt her!"

Ignoring the desperate plea, the man slammed the child's mother against the wall continuously. A fine trickle of blood seeped from her skull.

But the attack did not end there. He took out a knife.

A large, well-sharpened butcher knife.

At that moment, the dream turned towards the little boy, still huddled in the corner, weeping for his mother. He didn't want to watch, but couldn't bring himself to look away, either.

When the man had done the dead, he sighed and glanced at the boy. "It's just not enough." Slowly, he moved towards that poor, broken little boy.

"N-no. P-please, no..." The child begged.

Screams of terror filled the night as the knife carved him. Almost as if that knife was a pen and the boy's pale skin was paper.

Only a few lines of a cut ran across that boy's chest before the "drawing" was interrupted.

The rest was blur. The murderous older man was killed by the police in a failed attempt to escape. An elderly man hoisted the young boy into his arms, cradling him gently.

The fragile little child stared at the dead body through an explosion of feathery black hair. "Why...father...why?"

The elderly man felt a pang in his heart. "You are very brave."

*    *    *

Rosie sat up in bed quickly, her heart pounding fiercely. Her breaths were too fast and she held herself firmly by her waist to compose herself, but it didn't do much to help. She couldn't believe it...

She bolted to the bathroom, where she heaved. Ryuzaki...

*   *   *

It had been about five in the morning when she awoke. Rosie had no intention of going back to sleep.

She spent the next hour and a half calming herself down. She didn't cry, but regardless of her origin, she so badly wanted too.

I am the Shinigami Princess. I do not cry.

Guilt flooded every fiber of her being. How the hell could I be so heartless?

*    *    *

The Task Force didn't come until seven. Even Matsuda, who lived at Headquarters, wouldn't be down until then.

At six-fifty, Rosie descended to the first floor where the Investigation Room was located. Ryuzaki was already there, of course. It was most likely that he hadn't left all night.

Walking daintily over to him, she sat a cup of coffee down beside him. "Good morning." Rosie said cheerily, smiling kindly.

She wondered if she had ever smiled like this before.

Ryuzaki didn't meet her gaze, though. "Thank you, Rosie-san."

Something told her he didn't just mean the coffee.

*    *    *

Throughout the day, Light had been using Rosie's laptop to do some "Kira research." Only it was Kira researching L, so it could be addressed more properly as "Kira's research."

Honestly, Rosie was surprised that the public hadn't started calling L somet ignorant and cheap title like "Double-L" or something. It was huge news, but it seemed as though every and all trace of the broadcast had been permanently erased.

This, however, didn't stop a genius like Light. Knowing him, it wouldn't take long for Kira to discover L's true name.

A name like Ryuzaki's was very eccentric; there wouldn't be another like it anywhere. Worse still, the initials 'L.L.' weren't very common. It would be too easy to learn his true identity.

And one more thing. That dream. Rosie couldn't shake the feeling that it had been real. That it had really happened. She glanced at Light. I'll not let you win, Kira. But I'll also not hurt Light Yagami.

*    *    *

When the Task Force was too busy to notice, Rosie beckoned for Ryuk. While he didn't want to leave the fun, he had no choice. Denying Rosie of her wishes would surely mean his head would end up on a stick for every last idiot Shinigami to see. She led him a to a disclosed area before she began speaking,

"Let's cut to the chase, Ryuk. A Death Note. I need to get my hands on one."

He shook his head. "Sorry, no can do, Princess. I've already blown through two; the old man'll run me dry if I ask for another. Ask him yourself."

"He wont allow me to have one. Any attempts to request one will be fruitless."

Ryuk grinned wickedly. "Not unless you give him the right reason to."