There had hardly been a moment when Rosie hadn't questioned her existence.
It was an endless abyss of dead ends and unanswered questions.
What exactly was a Shinigami? The only way Rosie knew they could be 'created' was to use the Death Note.
Or they could be created by reproduction, but that theory was still highly questionable.
One large piece of the puzzle to consider was how the first Shinigami - The Shinigami King - came to be. To any simple human, the thought alone would point towards the Shinigami King being the one and only God, but there was also one more important detail.
Death. These "Gods of Death" could die. Whether by old age or love, it was very possible.
Did that mean there was somewhere else to go even then? Or were we reincarnated? Was there only nothing?
Whatever the case may be, Rosie didn't care. It only truly mattered to her what she was. She was supposedly a Shinigami, but was more a human girl above all else. The one thing that actuakky made her a Shinigami was her eyes.
That's another thing to mention; Rosie could decide if she wanted to use 'The Eyes' or not. It was a completely optional thing for her. Only if and when Rosie wanted to use that power. When she didn't, she would see the world just like every other human.
How curious.
* * *
Even with Ryuk's devilish grin, Rosie did not confront her father for a Death Note.
I won't...I can't...for mine and Light's sakes...
* * *
Two weeks had passed quickly.
Rosie had continued squeezing in little acts of kindness throughout the Task Force to everyone. Even Ryuzaki.
Especially Ryuzaki.
Rosie had found a liking for him. Not love, but...something.
Then again, she didn't really know what love was.
At least, she didn't know what it felt like. She knew love when she saw it, and it was everywhere.
Soichiro Yagami obviously loved his son. Aizawa clearly loved his family. She didn't know about Mogi, but he had to love something.
Even Matsuda loved someone. It was crystal clear that he had 'feelings' for Light's sister, Sayu. It wasn't impossible for the two of them to be together. There was only about a three year difference. Four at the most. Sayu's parents always said that there was "No way in hell they would allow Sayu to marry a cop."
One day, Rosie heard this. She replied with a smile, "But Matsuda-san isn't a cop, remember?"
Misa Amane loved someone. She loved Light; she loved Kira.
However, he didn't return the feelings or affection.
You should have gotten a warranty, girl. Rosie thought solemnly.
She was fairly certain Light Yagami had no understanding nor capability to love. He couldn't love the right person, at least.
Only days before, she had sat in her usual place on the couch closest to the stairs. Light sat next to her, not close, but for Rosie it was too close for comfort nontheless. Countless times, he brushed her her hand with his whilst reaching for the same things. And on these occasions, he would smile at her and blush slightly.
He wants something...that bastard...
But Rosie wouldn't ever love him, or anyone else. She was certain of it.
Because, frankly, it just wasn't possible.
* * *
This morning, it wasn't snowing. The rain was pouring down, assaulting the world with its wet drops. It was exactly seven when Rosie came down the stairs.
Everyone was assembled already and gathered around...something.
A Shingami. A familair one at that. Rosie had seen it at the time of Gelus's demise. Not that she had cared to witness it, but that was the one thing she had done during her life; discover what Shinigami had died and when. An interesting feat, really, but back to the point.
Rosie was about to address it when it donned on her that she was a 'regular human girl.' "What are you all talking too? Am I missing something?"
Light approached her with an average black notebook...
Titled 'Death Note.' Oh, how Rosie had longed to touch one. Hesitantly, she reached out her index and middle fingers and touched it.
Nothing had happened, of course, but she pretended like it. Rosie widened her eyes in fake shock and gasped. "What...are you?"
The Shinigami bowed to Rosie. "I am Rem. A Shinigami. It is my pleasure."
Thankfully, Rem had caught gotten the hint to act like she had never seen Rosie before. but she did screw up. Rem bowed and introduced herself formaly. Rosie doubted Rem had done this for anyone else.
This tidbit of information was not lost on Ryuazaki.
* * *
While Ryuzaki hadn't missed the information on the formal introduction, he hadn't caught onto everything.
What he failed to pick up, Rosie did.
The entire reason Rem was at Headquarters in the first place.
No...oh hell no, Kira. I've taken a lot of your crap, but I won't take it this time.
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Death Note: The Daughter of Death
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