Lots of help with the final bit from ComputerFreak101 so very much love for her. X3 And I'm not really that confident about this piece, but I've wanted to use a mix of nursery rhymes for Death Note for at least a week now and, well. This is what happened. I hope you like it?


Misa followed him everywhere. She came to his school, she followed him back home. She reminded him of a little puppy dog or...

Or a lamb.

Mary had a little lamb, it's fleece was white as snow and everywhere that Mary went, the lamb was sure to go...

She wasn't a student at his school, so of course she couldn't follow him into classes or around the building. Instead, she simply waited outside the building on the edge of the property, until he left the building. Sometimes it drove him crazy.

And so the teacher turned it out, but still it lingered near, and waited patiently about til Mary did appear...

It was almost like a second Ryuuku, following him around. Except this was no god of death, it was a lovesick lamb, just waiting for the slaughter.

And then of course there was Ryuuku.

Baa baa black sheep, have you any wool? Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full.

And the Death Note itself.

And his followers. but they were slipping away, forgetting Kira. He hadn't been able to use the Note in a year, maybe two-how long, he didn't remember anymore, Near was too close, too dangerous to even think of it near him- and people were forgetting their God who still watched them and punished them.

Little Bo-Peep has lost her sheep and doesn't know where to find them.

There was L too. L, and his stupid successors. L was dead, but his successor- children, but Matt and Mello were dead; Matt by gunshot and Mello by fire- Near, oh, Near.

Ladybird, ladybird, fly away home. Your house is on fire, and your children are gone, all except one, and that's little Ann for she has crept under the frying pan.

Near would also die soon, and Light would win. He'd become the God of the new world, everything would have paid off. Misa'd be of no more use to him-her life span was halved twice, she didn't have long left, he was sure.- and all who opposed him would be gone. All that would be left were his faithful, the ones who sang his praises in every corner of the world and nothing Near-or L, Matt and Mello- could do would change that.

Four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie, when the pie was opened the birds began to sing, wasn't that a dainty dish to set before the king?