Disclaimer: I do NOT own Death Note! But I do own the origional character(s) in this series.

Thank you so much Jiru-San (aRLegOdDesS)! You ar a great help and an awsome friend! tear It was thanks' to her that I even posted this chapter! You're so great!

Hope you enjoy!


Maybe Raito was just using her for his own sake?
Maybe he found something in her that just caught his attention?
Maybe... he was trying to fill his own void of loneliness...
Maybe... it was just out of sheer desire...

Either way, it would never last...

Death would soon take over...

Performance

A cool breeze on a warm night, a perfect night. A night neither of the couple would forget. A night to remember...

"Oh Raito I'm so glad you finally took some time off for me! I promise you won't regret this night!" Misa explained as her and her true love set foot into a dimly lit restaurant.

Raito just nodded, he wasn't all too pleased with the fact that he was here with this over obsessed girl, but he pretended, he went along with this act. He did, after all, need a tool...

The waiter let them sit on a booth with a clear view of the mike on center stage. "You're just in time for the show," the waiter commented after stating the house special with a smile. Raito dismissed him, having no interest in the "Chicken with Pesto sauce".

A voice boomed through the room, an announcer? "Now for your evening entertainment and pleasure. The Siren of the Night, Sokuban Yosei!"

"What! She's here tonight!" Misa gritted her teeth, making a scene. Yet, inside... Deep inside, she was jumping with joy?

The stage light turned a pitch black; a solo note rang through the dim room - a serine rhythm out of a single note. A blue stage light flickered on. A woman now stood center stage. Clad in seamless black, she illuminated the stage. She was the stage...

Raito's attention was not on the gritting blond, but mildly on the raven girl in reflecting blue light. A slim figure she had as pale skin soaked in the blue hue.

Notes rang through the room, emotion translated in song, a tune, and a rhythm.

I gave my soul to the audience, my eyes still closed as I sang to the heavens. The tune was soft, but soon escalated into a higher pitch. I sing to the people above.

Eyes on my form...

No one was in the room, just the mike and me. Recalling the lost love I never had, the happy memories never felt, the kiss I only imagined...

Sweet desire in the flame of time. The warm embrace of one close to the soul, the heart...

The end was near, as nothing lasts forever. For that minute or two, I grasped my fantasy world, but I would never have it... never feel it... never embrace it...

Ending with the same note as I started, I let every note sink into the ears, the minds, of many. Let my fantasy be heard... for one last instant...


Thank you for reading! And thank you again Jiru-San!

Hope to see you next time and I would love o hear your thoughts on this!

-SinR