Disclaimer: Death Note isn't mine.

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Her mother always said she was the sweetest little girl in all the world. Her father wasn't home enough to say the same, but he always brought home candy for her, sweets for the sweet. Even then, before men started looking at her as if she were the tastiest pastry ever made, she knew that pretty as spun sugar was a good thing to be. Being the sweetest little girl in all the world brought her compliments, candy, pretty dresses, ribbons for her hair, jewelry for the rest of her. It made people want to do nice things for her, keep anything bad from happening to her. Because everyone knows that sugar melts in the rain.

But maybe they were all wrong about her; maybe she's not as sweet as they thought. She's had more than rain, she's had downpours, and she hasn't melted yet. Or maybe she has melted without knowing it, melted and then congealed and caramelized into a bright candy shell.

Maybe that's all that's left of her, and maybe that's why she doesn't care that she gave up three quarters of her lifespan for Light's sake. Her life was a stupid thing to hold on to anyway; everyone knows that a spun sugar doll would never have been meant to last forever. Sugar never is.

And if Light isn't particularly sweet to her, well, isn't that the way it's supposed to be? Candy is meant to be devoured, bitten and chewed. She doesn't care if he bites her in two.