This setting was a long time coming, let's be honest here.

Setting; Death Note

OC; Mitsu - A Young Female Teen Who Went To And Lived Inside A Private Academy

Death; Kidnappers had stormed the academy she lived and studied at looking for a certain student who studied there, she lied and said that she was the one they were looking for, later murdered by the kidnappers

Reincarnated As; Female!Near

Pairings; Mitsu/Mello, Other relationships to be added, background relationships, One-sided relationships

Now, I am making up Near's past and putting my own spin on it - mostly because not much is know or stated about his past - and because of certain things and events, it changes the whole course of Mitsu's life. This causes ripples, waves, and so much to change, both little and big. I will be using my own OCs as well, OCs that have been used in Mitsu's other stories, to help fill up space and help world-build.

The reason for choosing Mitsu for this is simple - she is one of the smartest OCs that I created and would be an interesting change up compared to other reincarnation Death Note stories. Regina and Abaddon, two other of my OCs, are very smart as well, but they are just as dark if not darker than the world they would be reborn in - or have the power to be dark and darker, morally that is. Abaddon himself would start things for shits and giggles honestly, and it only takes one moment to make Regina snap completely if done correctly. My other OCs, Hope, Flora and Fae, while in no way stupid, are smarter in other areas and this shows. Flora knows the most about flowers, their meanings, and how they can be used. Hope is randomly smart, meaning her knowledge is all over the place. Fae is smart in various areas you wouldn't think go together but do because of being a phantom thief. And while it would be hilarious for Phantom Thief Rose (Fae) to change things up a lot just because, or having Hope being airheaded and oblivious self, or even having Abaddon starting trouble for giggles and just because he can, Mitsu just fit in my mind.

Although, I might do a another reincarnation in Death Note with one of my other OCs later on. Just imagining them turning the whole thing upside down just makes me laugh like a cartoon villain. Like, Fae, no matter who she is reborn as, would just throw everything into pure chaos and Abaddon would most likely be the one pulling all the strings without anyone even noticing. Hope would most likely be dragged into the whole thing, when she is living a normal life, without even noticing at first. Flora most likely the same, only with more panic involved and less oblivious compared to Hope which would make for an interesting reaction. Regina would be a mix of them all now that I am thinking about it depending on her life situation. Really, I love all my OCs so much and I love thinking about them in different settings. Makes me learn more about their characters as time goes on.

Also, this is set in Death Note. Warnings are needed - this isn't going to be a lighthearted story even if there are going to be fluffy moments and such. Please keep in mind while reading, I would hate for someone to get triggered. I'm also sorry if some characters seem OOC, I haven't written Death Note characters until now, so it might take a bit of time to get used to them and writing them. I might also play with their ages and the timeline (well, more than what I would have already done with the timeline), we'll have to see what I end up deciding.

For the setting itself, I will be adding in today's technology. Because during Death Note, they still used flip phones. So that means flat-screen TVs and smartphones will be used in this story. This isn't going to be canon at all either - meaning, this story isn't about to go full canon or anything. Just wanted to state this now. Mitsu and Near are two very different kinds of people and react to different things. Just being born a different gender is going to effect a whole lot here.

Now, with that explained, I hope that everyone enjoys this story as much as I do making it!

Let's get this started~! We're diving right in!

-Chapter Start-

---------------AGE; 5 DAYS---------------

"Here, I don't want it."

A young Japanese man standing at roughly 6'0 blinked his widening black eyes at the English woman who honestly just about threw a bundle at him. His healthy pale peach skin paled as he started to process just what was happening and being stated to him - more like spat at him like the words themselves were venom honestly. Gulping, the man had to stop himself from running a hand through his black, almost dark purple in color, curly hair. If only because his hands were too busy trying to balance the warm bundle.

With a sinking heart, he moved the white cloth a bit. A sharp intake of breath at the sight of a little pure white face that greeted him. Drinking in the pure white skin, hair and even eyelashes, it hit him that he was staring at a little newborn baby. Not even a month or week old yet.

And this woman just called said baby an it.

Slowly lifting his head up, he then drank in the sight of the woman. Obviously of English descent, healthy tan skin, long, slightly wild, platinum blond hair that stopped at the hips, and bluish-brown eyes made up her face. Her face was tastefully done up with makeup, her lips a wet red. Dressed in a short blue jean skirt, a pink midriff shirt and tan heels.

This makes up the young woman, not even 25 yet. The woman he had sex with about 8 or so months ago while in England for a year business trip and training course. The woman he thought would end in a one night stand and never see again even if he thought she was good in the sheets. The woman he thought he would never see because it's almost time for him to go back to Japan. The woman's, who at this moment, name is escaping him as hot emotions started creeping up.

He wonders how he ever found her attractive at all.

"Did you just call a baby 'it'?" Was all he could get out in the moment, shock and too many other emotions keeping him rooted in place.

The woman just rolled her eyes. "Listen, I can't be dragging it around for 18 years. Really, I was on my way to drop it off at an orphanage or something - it was only luck I even saw you. I thought you would want it-"

"Stop calling them an 'it'!" The man snapped, his usual cheerful smile long gone. Now a harsh frown and a glare that promised pain on his face.

"Listen, M-something or another-" The woman started, face screwing up as if smelling something foul.

"It's Moji, Minoru Moji or Moji Minoru if you want me to say it the English way, but then again I don't remember your name either." Moji chuckled darkly back in the cool night air. "If I did, I would be cursing it right about now."

"I never wanted to carry a baby or have one. Ever. If it had been a boy, maybe I would have given it a shot. Might have been a ticket to something better if I caught the right attention. But getting a girl is asking for more trouble than it's worth when you got a job working the street corners. Worse that it's albino." The woman went on, as if not interrupted. Reaching into her purse, she pulled out some official looking papers. "Now, do you want the little albino thing?"

Snatching the papers away from the woman, Moji had to hold himself back from snarling at her. Even at his young age, of only 21 years old, he's not about to shrink his responsibility or just toss his little baby aside. The woman just gave a haughty huff. With her nose up in the air, she swiftly turned and sauntered away.

It took everything in his power to not pick up a rock and throw it at her or try tripping her. Just watching her filled him with so much disgust.

Although, he couldn't deny the warm rush in his heart. As well as pure worry. Shifting the baby awkwardly in one arm, he looked down at the little face that was as pure as untouched snow.

'A daughter....' Gulping, Moji mentally wondered if he could do right by her.

A boy would have been simpler. Moji knows himself, he's a pervert and a huge flirt, someone who parties hard and loves to just live life to the fullest. He knows and can understand a boy no matter what. A girl is a different matter. What can he tell her when she gets her first menstrual cycle?! He wants to be able to help his baby in every way he can without smothering her, but how can he when he doesn't understand the pain that girls can and might go through? Mentally, males and females are different. Physically as well. They act different, treat each other differently, have different expectations on them no matter the culture. A boy would have been simpler.

But that doesn't make him love his little girl any less.

On one hand, he might have had to go to court to win the baby if she had been born a boy because of the bitch of a woman stating she would have kept a boy - but it would have been worth it if he knew about the baby. Because even he could see this was pure luck. If he hadn't decided to go on a short walk in the park at this late of an hour, he might never had even know that he had a daughter. He might have never held her in his arms. Might never had seen her little face.

Might have never had a chance to know what it's like to want to be a better person and never have the chance of feeling a love so deep with only a glance.

taking in a deep breath of the chilly air, Moji stumbled to a park bench. Once sat down, he sifted the bundle in one arm as best as he could. With his other hand, he shifted through the paperwork he had snatched.

A birth certificate. No name on it for the baby. It made his eye twitch a bit. That bitch hadn't even taken the time to name their baby before trying to dump her off in the night. For the father's name, it is blank as well. But he supposed it's because of her forgetting his name like he forgot her's. For the mother's name, he had to snort.

Mara Portia River.

If he was right, her first and middle name pretty much meant 'Bitter pig'. Moji couldn't help but smirk at this. She deserved a name like that.

"Thinking of names....." Moji softly said aloud to himself, he looked back down at the sleeping baby. So tiny. Tiny enough that he is honestly worried that the baby is premature or underweight - that something was wrong. Really, to Moji, the baby looked like a tiny angel. So pure. "What should I name you?"

Tilting his head in thought, Moji gave a little pout. He didn't want to give her an English name. Not when he was moving back to Japan soon enough. The poor girl would be given enough grief by being born out of wedlock. Hell, the poor girl would be given enough trouble with being so obviously different - being albino and only half Japanese. He knows other people well enough, especially other children. They don't like things that don't fit in with the social norm or people who look different. Giving her an English name would just paint another target on her.

"Minoru.....Hikaru? No, that doesn't sound right." Sighing through his nose, Moji started to try brainstorming on a name. Honestly, he just wanted to pout at all this. Other parents had around nine months to think of a name, he didn't even have a full twenty-four hours. "Sakura? No, that doesn't really fit either and a bit too common, isn't it Baby? Then, how about.....Maki? Makato?" Frowning, Moji shook his head in negative at that name too. "No, that doesn't sound right either! And naming you Shiro is just going to be asking for other people to bully you! I'm sorry Baby, Otousan is trying to come up with a name you can be proud of. Be patient for me, okay?" Chuckling, he gave the baby a wink, only for his eyes to go wide and give out a gasp when the baby's eyes opened slowly.

Undeveloped, the eyes themselves were a bit dazed looking, but that didn't stop Moji's heart from skipping a beat at the black eyes staring up at him in what seemed to be confusion. The eyes were big, with a light in them unlike anything he has ever seen before. So much like his, but in no way like his eyes at all. Her eyes seemed to shine, and looking into them he could see himself like they were mirrors. Mirrors that showed him what was inside of himself.

Those eyes showed him just how much he loved this little human in his arm and how much he wanted to be a better man.

"......Mitsu." Moji softly whispered, leaning down a bit so that his face was closer to the little baby. "Minoru Mitsu, my little baby that shines brighter than any star in the night sky, brighter than the moon even, with eyes that reflect back, showing me my soul just as if they were mirrors." Giving a light kiss on the newly named Mitsu's forehead, Moji watched in awe as she fluttered her eyes shut once more, giving out a little puff of air, and then going right back to sleep.

Moji knew this wasn't the end of the trouble he would have to go through. He would need to go to a hospital to finalize the paperwork in his hand and make sure that everything is alright with his daughter. Then, he would need to go through the paperwork to make sure his daughter can go to Japan when he has to leave. After that, he would need to get his little apartment baby ready - meaning he's going to be living on a very tight budget for a while.

But that was alright.

It's a struggle any father should be willing to go through for his children. Any father should be willing to go through hell for his children, any parent should be like that. He is no exception. He refuses to be one of those people who took this kind of gift for granted. Accident all this might be, but it's for sure a happy one. Besides, he would rather call all this a surprise gift than anything else.

With that in mind, Moji got up and started walking down the path once more. He thought he saw a hospital not too far away from the park he was in.

Cradling his daughter close, Moji's lips grew into a cheerful grin. Snow starting to flatter from the sky. The winter has never looked so enchanting until this day. There were now so many things to love about the winter season and December. After all, on this day, he had been gifted a little angel from Kami-Sama. His own little angel was born just five days ago.

'Minoru Mitsu, my daughter. I don't think I'll ever get tired of thinking or saying that.'

--------------AGE; ONE MONTH OLD------------

"Really Moji, giving it to an orphanage would have been the best thing to do."

"Now dear, Moji just didn't know better. Besides, I bet the orphanages here are better than the ones in England."

"Right, right. No sense of giving it away to a subpar orphanage when you know better ones are in your own country. While giving it away is a given, no need to give it a harder life than it will already have."

Moji watched his father and mother talking about his daughter as if she wasn't a living, breathing human being. He felt numb sitting on the cheap couch he bought not too long ago. He had literally came back from England not even a day ago, waiting until now to tell his parents about the great news that they have a granddaughter. A surprise. Sure, he had expected some freaking out or even yelling about not being careful during sex and ending up with a child that way, out of wedlock, but he figured they would calm down and come to love her just as he does. They always wanted grandchildren after all.

Yet, here was his father, Minoru Senbo, calling his Mitsu an 'It' and instructing him to give her to an orphanage as if he didn't already tell them straight to their faces that he was going to keep her and that was that.

Yet, here was his mother, Minoru Muchina, smiling a pleasant smile as she talks about him as if he was too stupid to know what was best for him and his daughter and as if too stupid to make responsible choices.

He can tell from their expressions and tone that they honestly thought he would give up his little angel.

Looking at them, Moji thought he was looking at strangers. Yes, his father's black hair was the same as ever, still very short and almost balding, but his brown eyes seemed more murky, more darker. Yes, his mother's brown hair was still up in a simple bun, but her brown eyes were without the happy spark she usually had.

For a moment, Moji felt like these weren't the two people that had raised him into the man he was today. How can they be when they are trying to tell him to go against everything he is and believes in? Sure, he might have had his daughter young and out of wedlock, and should have told them sooner that he has a daughter, but he didn't think that his own parents would tell him to dump his little angel, the baby they are calling 'It', like she was trash just because of those two reasons.

Now, he could admit that he was way in over his head about being a parent. He is young, inexperience, and apparently with no kind of backup at all. Mitsu, he has found, is a very sad little baby. Crying while alone or in the dark, making this little whimpers that break his heart, and sobbing almost hysterically after having waking up, as if having vicious nightmares or night terrors. It's a struggle not to cry along with her, and sleep has been nonexistent.

But, even with all that stated, Moji is not about to just give up his baby girl. Ever.

Just one look into her deep black eyes, that glisten and have a gleam in them, as if she can see straight into his soul and heart, showing him what she sees in her eyes - he knew he was wrapped around her tiny little finger with just one look at her after she was all but thrown into her arms that night in England. It might be hard, but parenting wasn't easy or for the faint of heart. Screw ups are bound to happen, he knows this, and he can only hope to be the best father he can be to this little angel trapped in a human's body - to the angel he helped bring into this cruel world that would try to break her.

And no one, not even his own parents, the ones that raised him, are going to get away with calling his baby an 'it' and try to pressure him into giving her away.

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Neither older adult expected it when their son shot up, and then slammed his fist onto the coffee table with all the strength he had - cracking the wooden coffee table that separated the two from their son. His head was bowed, fists trembling.

Muchina opened her mouth to scold her only child, only to freeze when said child's head snapped up.

Her son was always more on the wild side, she knew that. But, he was a cheerful one. A young child, who grew up to be a wonderful man, who always had a cheerful grin on his face and happy twinkling eyes. Yes, she knew he was a bit of a flirt and such, but he was a male, it should be a given. Not once has she seen him be aggressive or angered. Frustrated, yes. But never pure anger. Moji was her summer child. Smile as cheerful as the summer wind and eyes with a sparkle that you only see in summer fireworks. He would never be able to handle a child just yet. Especially a winter child. He is too warm for that.

Yet, when he lifted his head, Muchina didn't see her wild summer child.

His cheerful grin was gone. In it's place was a sharp grin one would see on a large animal predator. His eyes that shown and sparkled like fireworks now had no sparkle at all, only depth and giving out a warning and death threat all at once, reminding her of a shark's eyes.

Sometimes, she forgets that no matter how warm summer is, it holds it's own dangers within it's warmth. She forgets that summer is not just joyous times, of flashing and sparkling fireworks that can work as a smokescreen to hide the danger within the season. Warm waters, warm winds, warmth itself can be dangerous.

Fire can give life, but it is chaos and can take as easily as give. It can burn wildly, it can burn anything in it's path. Fire is life. Fire is death. Fire is chaos. Fire is not something to be played with. It is a element to be most respected for those who don't respect it shall be burned. Warmth is fire, and fire is warmth. It can as easily be used as comfort just as easily as it can kill someone. A dangerous warmth.

Seeing that dangerous warmth on her son, directed at her, rattled her more than she would like to admit. The wild summer has dangers, has warnings, and it's the first time she is seeing it before her eyes.

Unlike her, however, Senbo, was able to move past his shock.

"Moji-"

"Get out."

With widening eyes, Muchina forgot how to breath for a moment.

"Moji, what are you-" Senbo started to say, only to get cut off sharply by Moji.

"I said; Get. Out." Moji sternly said, a dark undertone to his cheerful voice. It sent shivers down Muchina's spine to her such a tone from her son's mouth. Moji stood up, looking down at them with that grin and dark eyes.

For a moment, Muchina saw her own great grandfather in Moji's place, like a ghost that had came by to teach her a lesson, a shadow taking her son's place before her very eyes. Eyes dark and darker, face mistakenly young no matter the actual age, with a smile that gave out a warning when both sides of his lips would come up - that smile that have made great men and women run in fear at just the sight of it.

But then she blinked, and the ghostly image was gone. No longer was her great grandfather there, but her son.

The differences were there. Moji showed too much emotion, was too physically affectionate, and had a cheerfulness to him that her grandfather never had.

But, the similarities were there. Both men shared the same black eyes, while she herself had gotten her father's brown eyes. Both men could change the very atmosphere in a room just by walking in, she could never do that even if she tried.

Too many similarities. Too many differences.

She doesn't know which worried her most. The fact that her little Moji was anything like her grandfather, or the fact that he might be worse with those differences.

"My daughter is not an 'it'." Moji's cheerful voice snapped her out of her thoughts. Looking up at her son, she found that while he might sound cheerful, might even look it if no one was paying attention to those little tells in the grin and eyes, he is the most dangerous person in the room right now. "She's Minoru Mitsu, my little girl, my angel, my everything. She is family. She is my baby. I will not have you two say anything disrespectful to her - I'm not going to get rid of her. Ever."

"Moji, you're too young-" Muchina, for the first time ever, wanted to slam her hand over Senbo's mouth to stop him from talking. When those black eyes got darker, Muchina started having flashbacks. Started seeing a ghost that wasn't there, a shadow right behind Moji, mocking her.

Because, the similarities are there.

"My age doesn't matter here. What matters is that you are trying to force me to get rid of my only daughter, your granddaughter by the way." Moji's laugh was cheerful, but with a undertone that made her hair stand up on edge. "Oh, I guess I shouldn't say that. Because, from now on, you're not her grandparents."

How could she have forgotten the most important thing about her great grandfather?

"What are you saying-?!"

"I'm saying that from now on, I have no parents." Moji cheerfully said, cutting off Senbo. Tears started to fall from her eyes as she sat there numbly, but she found she couldn't look away from her son as everything hit her at once. Another face looking down at her along with her son's. "You won't accept my daughter? Fine. Family can be of blood or of choice, sometimes both. I pick my daughter over you, I always will. And I refuse to have people who will willingly call her an 'it' in her life. I don't need you. So, I'll say it again and even clarify what I mean; Get out of my home and never come back if you don't want me to do something extremely distract." Moji finished, gesturing to the front door sharply, eyes never leaving them.

"If my Mitsu-Chan wants to see you once she's older, she'll find you. But don't you ever decide to come crawling to her or me after this - you are no longer family if you are willing to throw out a family member and discard them as less than human. Come by here again and I will throw out my last name and legally disown myself from you and your family - bringing you nothing but shame."

After that, it was a blur for Muchina. She knew words were being thrown out, yells from her husband sounding out. She even could hear a baby crying eventually. But it was only when both her and her husband were outside the apartment, her husband angrily leading her to the bullet train, that she knew without a doubt that she lost her son today.

After all, to her great grandfather, family was everything - and he had been a firm believer of family before everything else either by choice or by blood, and would have just as easily discard someone as family if someone had ever tried to make him get rid of a family member in any way. And it seems like her son had inherited that trait from him.

'Moji, you're going to be a great man.' Muchina thought to herself, letting her tears fall freely as she sat by Senbo on the bullet train, ignoring everyone else. 'I can only hope that it doesn't lead to your death like it did with him.'

History has a tendency to repeat itself.

And, much to Muchina's horror, she and her husband had just helped a certain history start once more. Just like clockwork, the gears have started turning once more. the linger dust and cobwebs not bothering the gears as they groan to life once more.

The older woman could only pray to every God and Goddess out that that by the end of it all, that history would not go down the same road as it had once before.

'Oh Moji, why couldn't you have just listened to us?'

--------------------------------------------AGE; 3 MONTHS OLD-----------------------------------------------

"Thank you, Hikaru-San!" Moji beamed, handing off the baby bag to the older woman. "I'll be back sometime after six, and my you have my number, right? Just call me if anything happens! Oh, and the bottle is in the front pocket, the diapers are-"

"Moji-Kun, I know, I know." The sixty year old woman chuckled, waving a hand to stop the rambling man, her other arm holding a tiny three month old Mitsu - who was looking at everything with wide curious eyes.

The long pepper haired woman couldn't help but smile down at the little baby, blue eyes kind and happy. Shifting, the woman's long braided hair swayed lightly along with her long dusty pink colored skirt. Placing the baby bag inside the doorway, Hikaru turned her attention back to Moji. Using her free hand, she placed it on her brown sweater, right over her heart. "Moji-Kun, I might be old, but I promise I am not having memory problems just yet. I've watched this angel for nearly two months now." Giving a playful glare, the short woman wagged her finger up at the taller younger man. "You should trust your next-door neighbor more!"

Chuckling, Moji rubbed the back of his neck and gave a short bow. "Sorry, Hikaru-San~!" He cooed out, straightening up with a wink, making Hikaru roll her eyes with a giggle.

"Now, off with you. Don't want to be late for work now, do you?" Hikaru asked with a raised brow, giggling when Moji's eyes widened comically.

"Ah! Right!" Rushing to pick up his briefcase, he gave a cheerful and goofy wave to the two females - nearly singing out his goodbyes. "Bye Hikaru-San - Bye Mitsu-Chan~! Be good until Otousan comes and gets you, okay~? I'll be back as soon as I can~!"

Shaking her head lightly, Hikaru couldn't help but give a laugh as the young man rushes off. He was quite the character, but a good one she has found. Once he was out of sight, she walked into her own apartment, baby in arm. Shutting the door, she picked up the bag, made sure her yellow house-slippers were not dirty, and then headed into the small apartment.

Walking into the living room, she turned on the TV, got out a fluffy white baby blanket to put on the floor a respectful distance away from the TV, and then gently laid the baby onto the blanket, belly side down. Once done, Hikaru finally got a good look at Mitsu. Her white hair was slowly getting longer finally, the hair itself was a bit on the shaggy and slightly curly side with how short it was. She was also dressed in a simple white dress that had little cherry blossoms designed on it and frilly white socks. No shoes, which Hikaru supposed was fine - they lived right next door after all. Giggling, Hikaru could only think that Moji was certainly wrapped around this little girl's finger. Reaching into the baby bag once more, she pulled out a pacifier that was a pastel pink and in the shape of a cute, cartoony, bunny. Gently putting it in Mitsu's mouth, Hikaru beamed down at the little baby.

"I'll be right back, Mitsu-Chan. I have to go put your bottle in the fridge so that you'll have some food for your tummy." Hikaru softly told the baby, giggling when said baby wiggled around as if trying to answer her. Getting up, she made her way to the kitchen, picking up the baby bag once more.

Hikaru didn't know how much time had passed, but after she had finally put the bottle in the fridge and had started to put some water on the stove to boil, she heard what was playing on the news.

"-shot to death. No other news on how the injuries came to be. The police has yet to state on who the suspects are, but this has been the fifth official victim in a long stream of murders done in the same fashion. The first victim-"

Choking on a gasp, Hikaru rushed to the living room. Quickly grabbing the remote, she flipped the channel to a more child friendly channel. Soon, Hello Kitty greeted her. Sighing, Hikaru rubbed her face. While Mitsu was too young to understand what she had been watching or even understanding what was being said, Hikaru didn't want for the little one to hear or see such violence at such a young age. The world, while wonderful and beautiful, was also dangerous and tainted in equal measures. She wanted Mitsu to stay innocent for as long as the white haired girl could.

Turning around, Hikaru opened her mouth to coo out something at Mitsu, only to give out another gasp. This one delighted instead of filled with horror.

Because there was Mitsu on the floor, hands tightly gripping the fluffy blanket in death grip, her head and shoulders up, looking up at her with big black eyes and sucking on her pacifier.

"You're sitting up!" Clasping her hands in delight, Hikaru's blue eyes sparkling. "My, my~! Mitsu-Chan, you're growing up to be a big girl! I wonder if your Otousan knows if you can do this yet? I'm sure he would have mentioned it to me." She paused, then started laughing. "Well, he'd brag about it more likely."

Little Mitsu just blinked up at Hikaru before her eyes went back to the TV. Eyes sparkling and holding a gleam of light in them as she watched the cartoon cat play with her friend, a cartoon bunny. Sucking on her pacifier as she did so.

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A stray conscious thought before hunger overtook everything, making tears start to fall and make the older woman coo down at her before picking her up.

'Where..........am I?'

------------------------------------AGE; FOUR MONTHS OLD----------------------------------------

"Do you think bananas and mango sound good? Or strawberries and blueberries? Should I even try the meat options?" Moji asked his daughter in total seriousness as if expecting a answer that would be life changing, lifting up some small bottles of baby food. Mitsu, on the other hand, just stayed in her car-seat that was in the shopping cart, sucking on her bunny pacifier and blinking up at him as she shifted around in her seat. No answer to be found in those sparkling, shinning, light filled black eyes.

Moji didn't know if he should start crying because of how adorable his little angel is or because of the fact he has no idea what he is doing.

Standing in the local grocery store that wasn't too far from his apartment complex, Moji felt as if he was totally out of his element. His daughter was now at the age where she could try baby foods, soft kinds of course, and he had no idea what he should even start with. The meat options sounded horrible to him. Who would want to eat blended up until mush meat? So what if there are vegetables or gravy with it, it still didn't sound that good at all. At least the vegetable and fruit options sounded good. People actually do blend up those categories and drink them anyway, so they shouldn't be that bad. But meat has protein in it, meaning his baby girl should eat it......right?

Comically sobbing into his arms, Moji either didn't see or outright ignored the looks he was getting from other shoppers. Here he was, trying to be the best father he could, and he couldn't even decide on what his little light should eat first or be alright to try eating.

"Oh, my! Are you alright?"

Sniffing, Moji slowly lifted his head to see a woman with straight, chin-length brown hair, a slim build, wearing a purple sweater and long grey skirt with a pair of nice shoes, and who must be a handful of years older than him, looking at him in concern in her brown eyes. She, herself, was carrying a shopping basket instead of pushing a cart around.

Pout on his lips, trembling, eyes wide and fulled with tears, Moji slowly lifted the two bottles of baby food in his hands. "......What do I pick?"

The woman looked at him, the baby food, the car-seat in the cart, then back to him. Then, she put a hand over her mouth, trying to conceal her bubbling laughter. Moji's pout grew more comical as he waited. "Please help me~" He lightly whined and pleaded, glancing to the whole aisle besides him that held nothing but different types and brands of baby food. "I don't know what to do~!"

"Well, I have two children myself, so I'd be happy to help." The woman gently smiled as she lowered her hand. Giving a respectful bow, she introduced herself. "Yagami Sachiko, it's nice to meet a wonderful young father like yourself."

"Ah!" Turning quickly, nearly dropping the bottles in his hands, he gave a respectful bow back. "Minoru Moji! It's very nice to meet you~!" Standing up, he gestured to the cart with a cheerfully goofy smile and beaming eyes. "This here is the light of my life, my shinning light in the darkness, my angel, Minoru Mitsu~!"

Giggling, Sachiko walked froward and peeked into the cart. Two big, slightly watery, black eyes peeked up at her shyly. Little tuffs of white hair was peeking out of the little white, sparkly hat the baby was wearing. Dressed in a white dress, the skirt being made out of tulle and the top sparkling like snow with the glitter, and little frilly socks, the baby was truly adorable. The pastel pink bunny pacifier really making the whole picture adorable for the older woman. She can see how this man was absolutely gone for his daughter.

"You have a adorable little angel, Minoru-San." Sachiko told the man, getting a beam in return. "But," she went on. "if you don't mind me asking, where is your wife? Shouldn't she know what food to get for little Mitsu-Chan?"

Moji froze for a moment, his eyes sharpening even if his cheerful grin never wavered, at the thought of that bitch. The only good thing to come out of that hussy was Mitsu, he swears it. But, quickly shaking off those thoughts, his eyes softened as he looked down at the kind older woman. "I don't have a wife, Yagami-San - never married. She just.......she didn't want to be apart of Mitsu-Chan's life." He stated factually, thinking that saying 'She just was a huge bitch' wouldn't go over too well.

"Oh! I'm so sorry for asking." Sachiko awkwardly apologized, looking shocked at the answer she got. Moji didn't blame her. He knew, after traveling to England more than ever, that different cultures have different expectations and social rules. Japan, well, it wasn't a place kind to people who have children out of wedlock or said children. Yet, in places like, say America, it's pretty normal to have children out of wedlock. Oh, there are still people who will say mean things and such, but it's not exactly rare. To hear he is not married, never have been, and that the mother of his child didn't want said child, it doesn't paint a good picture in his country. He can only hope that the backlash to all this doesn't harm Mitsu, it's not her fault that she was born into this situation.

"No, you didn't know." Moji reassured, grin softening as he lifted the bottles of baby food once more. "So....can you help me?"

Sachiko blinked before giving a gentle smile. "Of course I can! I have a five year old son and a one year old daughter - I have a bit of experience I like to think." She gave a little playful wink, making Moji laugh. "Now, has she tried any baby food yet? Any known food allergies?" She asked, going straight into business.

Blinking his wide eyes, Moji shook his head. "N-No. To both of the questions!" He quickly clarified.

"Well then, getting a verity pack would be best." Sachiko explained, taking the bottles away from Moji and placing them back on the shelf. "That way you can try a bunch of different kinds of baby food, seeing what Mitsu-Chan will like and dislike. You just have to make sure she is getting a balanced amount, not just letting her eat her favorites if they don't hold enough nutrients." She sternly explained to the unexperienced father - said father nodding along seriously, looking seconds away from jolting down notes as if there would be a exam after this.

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With wide eyes, she listened closely to the muffled talking. Calming her heart and fears as she took in the artificial light and noises all around her. Not alone. Not stuck in the dark. There are people here, people who won't hurt her or worse. The dark and silence hasn't come to take her once more.

She might not know where she is or what exactly was going on anymore, but slowly and surely, she is finding the cheerful sounding man to be safe. His arms were awkward yet secure when he held her. His heartbeat steady and strong when she is held to his chest or laying down on his chest. His voice, although her undeveloped ears can't make out anything just yet nor can her eyes really see detail or make tings out real well, is always nice to hear. Never too angry, never too frustrated, always cheerful and filled with life.

He doesn't seem like the kind of man to let his child die or worse if he can help it. But maybe that is just wishful thinking on her part.

Although she should be dead, although she knows she shouldn't be here with a beating heart and blood pumping through her veins, she can't help but be a bit selfish with her thoughts even if she knows that someone as worthless as herself doesn't have the right to be selfish at all.

'I wish you were my father in my first life too.'

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"Raito-Kun, come here for a moment please!"

The five year old boy blinked at the call, setting down his book. Glancing at the clock, Raito could tell it wasn't time for dinner yet, so he could only wonder what his mother wanted. Putting the book down, Raito quickly walked out of his room, down the stairs, only to pause at the bottom of the stairs at the sight of a man he never saw before standing right next to his mother - grocery bags by their feet and a empty car-seat. Looking up at the tall man, Raito could see him holding a white bundle.

"Ah, there you are Raito-Kun!" Turning his gaze to his mother who was beaming down at him, Raito could only give a confused frown. Seeing this, Sachiko giggled before gesturing to the man. "This here is Minoru Moji, I'm hoping to set up some playdates with his daughter and little Sayu."

'Daughter.....?' Glancing to the empty car-seat, his eyes traveled up to the white bundle. The man smiled down at him, his grin making Raito relax without even realizing it. "Nice to meet you, Raito-Kun~!"

"Oh, I should call Soichiro and let him know we'll have company for dinner." Sachiko gasped in realization. Slipping on her house slippers, she turned to give the group a smile. "Sayu-Chan is asleep right now, but Mitsu-Chan can meet her during dinner and then they can play for a bit, if that's alright with you Minoru-Kun?"

"That's perfect, Yagami-San!" Moji beamed happily, watching the woman giggle before going into the kitchen. Once she was gone, he turned his attention back to Raito.

Raito blinked when the older man bent down, crouching so that they were closer in height. With his unwavering grin, the man shifted the bundle in his arms. "Raito-Kun, do you want to meet an angel?"

"An.....angel?" Raito couldn't help but ask in shock. With wide eyes, the young boy tried to understand what was being asked. Why would an angel be here? What did an angel even look like besides the obvious?

"Yep, an angel~!" The curly haired man cooed out, slowly shifting the bundle so that the top was now uncovered. "See, this precious light in my arms is an angel~" Then, the man leaned closer to whisper, as if sharing a secret. "A angel trapped in a little human body she might be, but she shines brighter than anyone else." Shifting, the man showed what was inside the fluffy bundle.

'What does an angel look like?' Raito asked himself, confused frown still on his face. But, curiosity demanded he look into the fluffy white bundle. Peering into it, his mouth dropped. A pure white skin, hair and little eyelashes made up the little face in the bundle. He didn't even know that people could come in such a color - that it was possible to have white hair or eyelashes. Never mind skin the same color as untouched snow.

'This.....is what an angel looks like......' Raito slowly lifted his hand to touch the angel. Gently poking the little face. The little angel frowned, shifting, before opening big black eyes with little tears in them. Before Raito could pull his hand away and apologize, a tiny hand grabbed his finger softly and gently. Black eyes sparkling up at him, so bright and clear that Raito could see himself in them.

"An angel......." Raito whispered in awe.

"Yes, my little angel." A warm and cheerful voice coming from above him agreed with a soft chuckle. "Mitsu-Chan."

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"I'm home!" Soichiro called out, nearly tripping when he heard the laughter coming from the living room. Soichiro then remembered that his wife had called, saying that they would be having company. He had thought they would be gone by now, as he had missed dinner and came home an hour late. But, he supposed it was fine. It was nice to hear the joyful laughter in his house after a long hard day at work.

"Welcome home!" Sachiko came out into the hallway to greet her husband. Clasping her hands together, she gave a delighted smile. "The guests, the Minoru's, are in the living room with the children."

"I see." Taking off his shoes, slipping on a pair of house slippers, Soichiro stepped forward and peeked into the living room.

There was a man sitting on the floor with two hand puppets on his hands, a cheerful and goofy smile on his face as he makes funny faces down at the children. That must be Minoru Moji, and Soichiro could see straight away that he wasn't a bad young man. On the floor was his darling daughter, sitting up and clapping her hands while giggling up a storm as she watches the young man put on a show. His handsome son was helping a baby sit up, keeping a careful eye on both babies, chuckling at the young man's antics and the reactions he was getting. The baby was looking at everything with shy eyes, sucking on a pacifier and having a tight hold on one of Raito's arms as he holds her.

"Minoru-San and Mitsu-Chan have been a delight." Sachiko whispered with a giggle. "It seems like Raito adopted Mitsu-Chan as another little sister right away and Minoru-San as a uncle. Sayu seems in awe of the two as well." She explained, giggling a bit harder when Moji did a funny little dance where he was sitting, making the puppets do a dance too. Sayu cracked up in laughter, even Raito laughed. Mitsu, on the other hand, jolted and made a movement as if not knowing what to do, making Raito laugh a bit louder and hold the little one tighter.

Just watching it all made Soichiro's heart warm. After dealing with various scum of the earth, having to arrest people for various reasons and see the worst Japan has to offer, it's nice to see the other side of things. It reminds him of the very reasons he became a police officer. To protect families like his own, to protect that happiness and innocence. Justice might be a hard thing to bring and do, but he knows he can do it.

"Did you invite the Minoru's for dinner this weekend?" Soichiro asked, making Sachiko beam up at him lovingly. Soichiro smiled back down at her. "I'd love to get to know them better. Seems like they'll be in our lives for a while if how Raito and Sayu are acting."

"Oh! Hi~!"

Soichiro jolted a bit from the sudden call, head coming up only to laugh when he saw the young man waving his arm so fast he honestly thought it was going to fall off. "Yagami Soichiro-San, right? I'm Minoru Moji and this is my daughter, Mitsu-Chan~. Thanks for letting us come over~!"

Chuckling at the excitable man and shy little girl, Soichiro had a feeling that his life had just gotten a bit more colorful and exciting.

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Looking at the mirror, Mitsu couldn't help but let the little tears fall from her eyes and whimper.

Confusion overtakes everything. She recalled dying. She recalled the pain, the endless pain and terror, before the mercy of dying. She recalled how she ended up in that position. She even recalled her parents from Before.

Her parents from Before were horrible. Abuse comes in all forms after all. But, she came up with an idea on how to get out from under them. Study and study until a very high profile boarding school, one filled with children of very important people, noticed her. Gaining a full ride scholarship made sure that they couldn't say no because of not having enough money. the school holding housing made sure that they couldn't say no because she would have no where to stay because of it being out of their country. The school being a big name school well known for it's education, as well as being known for having the elite of the elite attending or sending their children there, made sure they couldn't say no.

If they didn't let her go, then that would raise questions when there were no reasons to say no. All bases were covered, she made sure of that. She knew within her heart that if she had stayed with her parents, there was a good chance that she would be dead before she could turn 18. Getting out was all she could do, and she made sure she could do it. While she might not be smart, she knew how to study and work hard.

It's ironic that her plan backfired in a way. It lead to her death either way. Makes her question if it was better that way or not. Would it have been better to be killed by her own parents through their abuse and neglect? Or by strangers?

No matter what though, it left it's scars on her. Not even being reborn can change that.

Kidnappers, killers, had came looking for a student. She lied and stated she was that student. She didn't even know who that person was, she forgets their name even now. But they believed her, no one speaking out against it. She was expendable after all. Not from a big name family or anything like that, no money to her name. Worthless trash that somehow passed the exams.

It hurt when the man had grabbed her hair and yanked with all his strength.

It hurt more when they found out she lied and no one, especially her own parents, would pay any type of ransom.

It hurt. It hurt. IthurtithurtithurtithurtithurtithurtITHURTITHURTITHURTSMAKEITSTOPPLEASE-!!!!

Death couldn't have came sooner.

Then, waking up.

{She didn't want to wake up.}

The first few months of being alive, for the second time over, was a blur most of the time. Her ears and eyes too underdeveloped to really hear or see anything clearly. But once they started to develop, she was shocked to find everyone speaking Japanese around her. Oh, she was very thankful for it, because she knew how to understand it and speak a little bit of it, but it was still a shock to the system.

Although, seeing how everyone looked like they came out of a anime of some kind really was what took the cake and then ran with it.

She has no idea where she is. Has no idea what kind of world she was reborn in. It doesn't look like any kind of anime she had caught glimpses of or saw on her Before friends' phones and walls. It might be a bit of a relief, because while she hadn't watched any of the anime her friends talked about, she knew enough about them to fear being reborn into them. In no way did she want to become a killer blinded by propaganda nor did she want to fight off giant titans that preferred to eat people.

While it was a bit of relief, there was still so much fear. Not just from silence or being alone, but because she has no idea what kind of place this world was. For all she knows, zombies might come alive at anytime or she might be a bystander stuck watching a weird, and possibly deadly, romance unlike any other. It's funny in a way. So many people fear death. She did too back then, it's the main reason she kept trying to escape and get away from that cold house in the first place.

But, Minoru Mitsu fears living most of all.

{Which is worse, living or dying first?}

'Not even death wants something as worthless as myself. Maybe living is my punishment? But to what end? When I die again, will this end or will death not take me into it's hold?' Sniffing, she nearly toppled over when she shifted, her tiny body not able to handle the sudden shift of weight, but large hands grabbed her tiny body gently before she could.

"Whoa~!" The hands lifted her up into the air. Her body was gently turned, and she was then face to face with Minoru Moji. The only parent she has even known.

{The other set of adults that gave birth to her don't deserve the title of 'parent'. It's the only way she has of fighting back, even if it's mind and not body. Maybe if she doesn't think of them as her parents, it will eventually come true - maybe she can delusion herself into thinking it's all a bad dream? Hahaha......no. Too many scars left behind will not allow her that mercy.}

"Ah! Don't cry, Mitsu-Chan~!" Mitsu sniffed, letting more tears fall as she blinked, at the sudden cooed out, panicked, plea. Moji gave a comical frown, eyes darting around as he tried to come up with an idea. "My little light, my angel, please don't cry~! Raito-Kun should be coming out of school soon, how about a playdate with him and Sayu-Chan?"

Mitsu couldn't even pay any mind to what Moji was saying, she could only cry a bit harder and reach out to him with her tiny hands. She......She wants.

"Mitsu-Chan?" Soon, she was pressed up against the man's chest. Burring her head onto said chest, she shivered when she heard and felt a strong heartbeat. Strong arms wrapped around her, and all she could do was clinch her hands tightly onto the shirt in front of her. Sniffing, she let her tears silently fall. Mentally apologizing for being such a burden to her new father, being so worthless and weak.

"You wanted some cuddle time?" The chest she was cuddle against moved as a chuckle sounded out. "Okay! Otousan can give you all the cuddles you could ever want - so don't go to any boys and girls asking for some, alright? Otousan wouldn't be able to handle that!"

But, in this moment, she wants.

{She had always wanted something.

Wanted to one day get married to someone who loved her.

Wanted to one day have children with the one she married.

Wanted to get good grades.

Wanted to be held.

Wanted to be kissed.

Wanted to have friends.

Wanted to smile with everyone.

Wanted to not die.

Wanted to be loved.

So many wants.

Is it any wonder that she still wanted even in the next life?

But she leaned a certain cold hard truth the hard way. 

You never get what you want.}

Listening to the heartbeat and to Moji's gentle words of comfort, and slight panic at the thought of Mitsu asking someone else for cuddles, feeling the strong beat and the strong arms holding her, Mitsu closed her eyes as little tears fell.

'I wish this moment could last forever......'

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"MY BABY'S GROWING UP~!" Moji cried rivers into his hands, knelling on the ground and ignoring all looks he was getting from parents and children alike.

"Pl-Please d-d-d-don't cr-cry, O-Otousan!" Mitsu panicked, waving her free hand around as if not knowing what to do with them, trying to stop her father from sobbing.

"Moji-San, she's just going into preschool. Not a university or war." Soichiro deadpanned, sweat-dropping at the sight of the sobbing man and the panicking child.

The Yagami and Minoru family stood in front of the gates of the local elementary school. Sayu, who was now five and going to start kindergarten, was giggling at Moji's antics while holding one of Mitsu's hands. Raito had a amused smile on his face, standing behind the two girls, and seemed to be trying to hold in a laugh. Sachiko was too busy giggling behind her hand at the sight before them to really say anything against it. So that left Soichiro to be the stern on here. Which seems to always be the case after meeting the Minoru family he has found out after all these years of knowing them.

Sighing, Soichiro walked over to Moji, bending down and placing a firm hand over the younger man's shoulder. "Moji-San, she'll be fine. Sayu is down the hall from her and Raito is just one flight of stairs away. They have your number, they have Sachiko's number, they even have my personal and office number if they can't reach anyone else." Soichiro listed off sternly but with a gentle edge. Moji's sobbing slowed into sniffles. Seeing this, Soichiro patted Moji's shoulder before letting go. "If anything happens, they know how to contact you and everyone else on the emergency contact list."

Lifting his head up, Moji glanced up at Soichiro before looking at Mitsu. With a trembling pout, Moji could see Soichiro's point. "Mitsu-Chan, you're growing up to fast for me." He couldn't help but whine. Starting school is a stepping stone, and Moji is not looking forward on the day his little girl brings back a boyfriend or girlfriend if she actually is interested in things like that. Maybe he'll get lucky and she turns out to be aromantic and asexual, but that's just as the father in him speaking. He'll love her no matter what, but her maybe future romantic partner on the other hand he makes no promises.

"Otousan...." Jolting out of his thoughts of future, maybe might happen, murder plans - which, Moji reflects, he probably shouldn't be having when there is literally someone in the police force standing right behind him - Moji turns all his attention to Mitsu. Who, in his mind, looks so adorable in her little preschool outfit. The little blue dress with white tights, black shoes and a yellow hat over top her shaggy, but still so cute short ,white hair just makes him want to hug her tight and never let go. The way her hair slightly curls made everything cuter too in his mind, it framed her face making her look more like a angel than ever before. But he has to let her do this. She has to go and try this. If it doesn't work out, then they'll burn that bridge when they come to it.

"I-I'm.....s-s-scared....." Mitsu admitted in a whisper, biting her lip and looking very close to tears. "I.....D-Do I ha-have to g-go to sc-school?"

{She can still feel that hand grabbing her hair too tightly, yanking enough to make blood drip down. She can still hear the screams and gunshots. She can still see a vile grin and blood splattered on the walls. She can still taste the thick fear coating the air and vomit she poured out of her mouth as she was dragged out.

School, while once might have been a escape she needed, is nothing but a grave reminder of what had happened once before.

Of what can happen again.

No where is 100% safe. It never was or will be.}

"Mitsu-Chan...." Mitsu stiffened at the hand coming to rest on top of her head, but relaxed when the hand did nothing but gently ruffle her hair. Glancing up at Moji from under her eyelashes, Mitsu couldn't help but feel ashamed. Such a horrible burden she is. Selfish. Worthless.

But seeing her father smiling at her so gently and filled with nothing but love eased her a bit, even if she knew she didn't deserve it.

"I know school can be scary, it's a new place filled with new people." Moji started to say, grin cheerful as always but with a softness on the edges and a gentle love in his eyes. "But, can you try it for me? If anything happens that makes you scared or uncomfortable, you can call me, Hikaru-San, or even Sachiko-San. One of use will pick you up." Moji explained softly. While he would want nothing more than to wrap Mitsu in the softest blanket and lock her away from the world, it wouldn't be right. She has the right to experience life and grow. But, she also has the right to feel safe and comfortable.

Mitsu might not be the best father, but damn if he wouldn't move mountains or shake entire planets for his daughter's safety. If school doesn't pan out, then he'll just have Mitsu go to online schooling and start finding a play-center for her to go to so that she can socialize and find friends. There are options, even if no one else sees them. Even if there are other options though, Moji doesn't want Mitsu to miss out on seeing if public school is the right fit for her without even trying.

"You're not alone." Moji chuckled, tilting his head towards Sayu, who had tightened her hold on Mitsu's hand, and towards Raito, who put a hand over Mitsu's shoulder. "So, can you try for Otousan?"

'Trying......is harder than you think it is.' Mitsu couldn't help but think. Yet, feeling the warm hand gripping her own and the hand over her shoulder, she felt more grounded in a way she never has before. It's like something is helping her stay stable in the air that is her fears, instead of feeling like she is free falling deep into her fears like she usually feels like. 'But......for once.....I want to be.....strong. Even if I am weak.' With that in mind, Mitsu nods in agreement. "F-For Otousan I-I'll try!"

"That's my baby girl~!" Moji happily cooed out, leaning down to kiss Mitsu's cheeks - and then doing the same thing to Sayu and Raito, gaining one shy mess, one giggling mess, and one shocked face in return. Cheerfully laughing, Moji stood up. "Sachiko-San will pick you up once school is done if I don't get off in time to pick you up, alright? Then, if that happens, when I'm off work, we'll go celebrate your first day of school~!"

"M-Mhm." Mitsu nodded in agreement, giving a shy smile in return.

The rest of the goodbyes were a bit of a blur to Mitsu, who could only cling to Sayu as a means to try and ground herself.

It took more effort letting go of Sayu's hand than she would ever want to admit to. It took even more effort not to just run after Raito or Sayu, who gave her such loving and sweet goodbyes, crying and begging them not to leave her all alone.

But, she promised.

So, with trembling legs, Mitsu took a step into the classroom that the teacher, Yuki-Sensei, directed her to. Pausing to take a glance up at the long black haired and black eyed teacher, Mitsu played with her fingers while the woman tried to give her an encouraging smile.

To Mitsu, the smile looked too much like plastic.

Turning her head, she walked with shaking legs into the classroom. Children around her age all running around and talking so loudly she could barely hear herself think.

'I made a promise.' Nervously tugging on her dress, Mitsu tried to calm her heart and nerves. 'It's different this time. No one's going to hurt me. Everything is going to be fine. I'm not alone. I made a promise. It's different this time. No one's going to hurt me. Everything is going to be fine. I'm not alone.' She kept mentally repeating, slowly making her way to a seat.

'Everything is going to be fine.......right?'

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"So, you're saying that another little girl grabbed my little angel's hair while two little boys boxed her in so she couldn't run, yanked it as hard as she could, and then proceeded to throw her off the slide during recess, while all of you just stood there and watched - I mean from what I heard Mitsu-Chan started screaming as soon as her hair was yanked -, and this all causing Mitsu-Chan to have a panic attack mind you and bruising her up pretty good, and you want to just let the girl off with a slap on the wrist?" Moji asked bluntly, tilting his head with his cheerful smile and black eyes. "Just because it was the first day?"

"W-Well, I mean, it is only the first day...." Yuki, the teacher of Mitsu's class, stuttered out nervously. She couldn't help but sweat at those dark eyes on her. They might be cheerful, but they were sharper than a knife while trained on her. A glint in them that made her shiver in fear from a man that had seemed so goofy, calling her "Pretty-Sensei" of all things. She had thought it would be easy to just let things slide by.

Seeing the man sitting in front of her desk, legs crossed and looking relaxed while his eyes told a different story, she knew now she was wrong.

"Now, Pretty-Sensei, it's not nice to lie~" Moji cooed out, leaning forward as he uncrossed his legs. Eyes and smile never once wavering. "It's the first day, yeah, but you were the one on watching duty, right? I bet you were doing or saying something you shouldn't have. Maybe it's as simple as you leaving for a second without telling anyone, not paying any attention, or something as big as kissing another sensei who's already married in a dark corner of the playground where the cameras can't see. Who knows?" He laughed brightly, as if telling a joke while Yuki pales dramatically. "But what I do know is that you are trying to cover your own tracks, not trying to save children from facing the consequences for their actions."

Silence. Yuki's mouth couldn't open even if she wanted to. A bead of cold sweat went down her cheek as she stared at Moji in pure horror.

'H-How did-!?'

"Now, tell me Pretty-Sensei, and this is an important question!" Moji put his elbows on the desk, leaning forward with a face that showed nothing but cheerful curiosity and happiness - but those eyes. Yuki could see the sharp edge of a knife coming closer. "What did you want to do again? I don't think I heard you right he first time."

Feeling more and more like there was a knife held right at her neck, Yuki knew her answer before her mind even processed it.

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"I-I'm sorry!" Mitsu sobbed into her hands, shivering and trembling in her chair. "I-I'm s-so so-sorry!"

"You don't have to be sorry! Those-those jerks should be the ones sorry!" Sayu scowled, all but pulling Mitsu into her lap while she hugged her close and tight. "Don't worry Mitsu-Chan, Moji-Ojisan will take care of it!"

Sitting outside the classroom, in some plastic chairs, Raito sat closest to the door. And he could hear every word being said. His fingers dung into his knees and he clinched his pants tightly. Eyes slowly turning more and more into a glare as he listened in.

The teacher, the adult who is supposed to protect every student under them, wanted to wash away this ever happened, as if Mitsu didn't matter at all. All for selfish reasons at that it seemed. Where was the justice in that? Mitsu's own father had to back the teacher in a corner just to get anywhere with getting some sort of punishment done - something he shouldn't have to do in the first place. Justice should have been a given, yet it wasn't. The conversation in the classroom only is getting worse as the seconds tick by. Listening in, Raito learned many things he doesn't know if he ever wanted to know.

Turning his gaze to the two girls sitting besides him, it softened at the sight of his little sister trying to cheer up Mitsu. But his soft gaze hardened once more when it moved further up the hallway, landing on the three who started this mess on the first place. The blond haired girl didn't even look remorseful, and the black haired and brown haired boys were whispering to her, most likely telling her she wasn't wrong in what she did by the looks of it.

'Is....Is this how the world really is?' Raito wondered to himself, hands starting to tremble lightly. 'Where the people who didn't do anything are punished while the bad guys get away, free?' I hurt just thinking that. His father did good things, Raito knows that - he finds and takes the people who broke the law and locks them up so they don't do it again. So why did so many bad people get to walk away from what they did? Mitsu's own father is in there, trying to get justice, but can only get so much because of others' selfish reasons.

He couldn't understand why it was like this. Shouldn't those bullies get in trouble? Shouldn't the adults look at Mitsu, someone who couldn't even harm a fly let alone another person, and know that she isn't in the wrong here? Why try to lie and cover this up?

{Why were they trying to harm the most innocent person there is; an angel?}

A little voice inside of him whispered a question he couldn't even begin to answer.

'Why is the world so rotten?'

Raito was jolted out of his thoughts when the the door to the classroom opened. Minoru Moji walked out, still smiling, eyes bright and happy, but with a gleam that said he wasn't totally happy.

Tilting on his chair, Raito peeked into the classroom just before the door shut.

The woman inside was silently sobbing in her hands.

Raito eyes went wide, shooting up to stare at the man he has come to consider an goofy and fun Uncle. The man that reminds him of a young dog. Although, even a young dog has claws and teeth. Threatening a puppy is a stupid thing to do no matter the type of animal or their personality.

He knows he should feel something at the sight of the woman sobbing. Yet, he can only think of what had happened to Mitsu and how that woman had wanted to make it like it had never happened. No justice served. The evil getting to walk away while the pure cries and suffers.

He can still see Mitsu when they had to carry her to the nurses office, he had been walking in the hallway to the bathroom at the time. She had been screaming, a haunting and heartbreaking sound he never wanted to hear again in his life. She was thrashing about in the male teacher's arms, body trembling and shaking harshly.

With all this in mind, Raito can only think one thing when he was lead out of the school that suddenly didn't feel safe or fun anymore.

'Yuki-Sensei deserved worse.'

-End Chapter-

Over 13,000 words~! Really, you all don't know how much I wanted to make this part longer, but I felt it was getting a bit too long. Oh well, I'll just save the parts I wanted to put in this chapter in the next one.

Honestly, I've been working on the part/chapter/whole idea for this story for days - as I have so many different ideas on what to do and plot points. I eventually settled on an idea, but it might change again. Oh well, I did settle on a few facts though. For example, I had to decide if I really wanted Mitsu to take Near's place, or have her be a twin of his, or she just be reborn fully as herself rather than Near. But I eventually decided to have her be reborn as Near, but with my own twist on it because of his past being a mystery for the most part. Now, Mitsu in this story looks like Near - even has the same hair style for the most part, only with hair clips keeping her bangs out of her face and her hair is slightly more on the curly side but not fully curly or anything like that - for the most part. She is slimier than Near obviously, with being a female, and as well, when she gets older, gets a chest and such. She looks like Near besides the obvious you could say.

Another example; some of you all might notice that Riri, Mizu and Sora are here (or at least mentioned), but not Ryuu, Nobu, or Osamu - some of my OCs that I tend to use in my Mitsu stories, along with a handful of others. This is because I am going to have Mitsu meet them all in different ways instead of the usual way. After all, Moji has a different job (which will be talked about in the next part), this is a different world than the BNHA with different laws in place, and other reasons you might not see or understand just yet (AKA, I don't want to give away spoilers). They will eventually come into play, but later on in the story and in various ways you might not be expecting. But, because of this, there is a butterfly effect.

In this story, Mitsu doesn't have friends that have her back. Oh, she has Sayu and even Raito - but they are in different classes/grades. And the adults can only do so much, even Moji, who, no matter the world/setting used, is not someone who will bow his head if Mitsu is in danger or being hurt. But, different culture, meaning there is only so much he can do. Bullying in Japan is treated differently than in the USA or even Britain and other European countries. I did a whole lot of research on it for my MHA story with Mitsu in it, I explain it in the end notes as well in one of the chapters, and let's just say that I am glad I didn't go to a Japanese school - I would have been bullied, no doubt about that.

Anyway, not having friends, or at least not having friends from a early age, is going to leave it's mark. Hard not to when you think about it. So, it's going to be a bit of a butterfly effect.

The reason I went through her ages like this, in this part, was to help world-build but also show the differences in this AU compared to other stories with Mitsu in it. Also to show a bit of a butterfly effect that will only grow as it gets time for the Death Note to drop.

I mean, there is already a huge butterfly effect going in the background, on where we won't see the effects until later. See, the thing is, is that Near - who is Mitsu here - is and never will go to a certain orphanage. This causes an effect on people who aren't even in the story yet. It's also going to be fun, as whenever they may or may not meet Mitsu, they will see how smart Mitsu is even though she says otherwise. See, Mitsu has Near's brain, which I honestly think that boy has photographic memory or something like that, but also her own knowledge, studying habits, and trait of working hard. She is not stupid no matter what she says, she tends to down play her own skills, talents, and achievements. So, just remember, if she says she is okay at something, or even horrible at something, it's most likely a huge downplay without her even realizing it.

As for the question on if Mitsu knows anything about "Death Note"......well, you'll all have to read to find out~.

In any case, I hope that everyone enjoyed this chapter and start of this story as much as I did making it! It was a huge amount of work, but man was it fun writing. Can't wait to get started on the next part~!