Disclaimer: This is my first try at making a fan fiction on Death Note. I've only read Death Note Volume 2 and read a little on Wiki, other then that I've never seen any of the anime or read volumes 1 and whatever is after two. I hope you enjoy and Review!

When It All Falls Apart

"Ms. Hitomi…Please translate problem 23."

Amaya looked up, confusion plaguing her face. The whole class turned to watch her. Amaya Hitomi, So far an exceptionally talented student, she managed to tie in with Light Yagami, and now for some odd reason she was tongue tied, unable to answer. The teacher nodded, her sincere smile, settling into Amaya's mind.

"It's fine Ms. Hitomi, I'm sure you must be stressed."

Amaya smiled lightly, if only she knew how true that had been, for the past few nights. Nothing but restlessness filled her mind. A reading she had done for herself indicated great misfortune coming her way. She sighed and gave a small nod the teacher's way, instantly she took off to another student. Light Yagami.

It was no surprise he got the translations quickly, quicker then she herself could get. She instantly slumped in her seat and bit her lip. It was no use. Light Yagami, top student, and top male, he owned everything. He bested her in everything and no matter how hard she tried, she could never surpass him. It was sad, when all you did for the half of your life was study and in the end, someone who hadn't even thought of it, surpassed you in brains and in talent. For this small reason Amaya hated Yagami Light. She resented him and in a way she admired him from afar.

Class went by fast.

Later that day in school, Amaya decided, maybe instead of sitting out at Gym, she'd join in on the tennis game. She wore her fitted white top and a small white skirt, blue sweatbands around her wrists and matching knee length socks. She played by herself hitting the ball against the wall. This was her routine, either sit gym class out, or play on her own. If it was soccer, then she'd be happy to kick the ball around by herself, same with Tennis, which was one of her favorite Sports.

Amaya had been a loner, ever since that incident, ever since she was no longer innocent and unsullied by the world's hideous sins.

She threw the ball and it bounced off the wall, making a boing, as it flew back towards her. Her racket went back and as she swung it back to the front, it made hard contact with the ball. The ball came back even faster and harder, each time she hit it and it gained momentum. In her eyes a small fire burnt, memories of many things going through her mind. The ball came back and she hit it.

'No Daddy, please don't hurt mommy!'

Boing, Slap.

' May, Go run, please take good care of your sister.'

Boing, Slap.

'Mommy!'

Boing, Slap.

'Stop Daddy, please don't Mommy! Mommy!'

Slap, Slap.

Amaya's racket fell to the floor as her small and fragile hand came to her slowly swollen cheek. Blood trailed from her lips. She clenched her fists, it was all coming back to her, the horrible memories she sought to extract. She staggered to the floor; her cheek was in excruciating pain. In her small brown orbs, tears swelled up, the fire that burned in her eyes disappearing to minor nothing. Her dark black curls fell around her shoulders and then some of it fell into her eyes. She finally fell over from exhaustion, her mind wondering to many arms that used to hold her safely. Arms that belonged to one brown haired, malnourished boy, one snow colored haired boy and another which was very fond of looking like a girl, with blonde hair. Just as she was about to fall into an unconscious state she heard her name being called.

"Amaya!? Ms. Hitomi!?"

Then she felt herself in large well-built arms and for just that instant. She could feel her mind refresh to the smell of hot cocoa and sweet Pocky, the sounds of toy planes clashing into each other. The memory of sitting in an orphanage, with three boys curled around each other, seeking a parental figure, but never finding any. Always finding the comfort of friendship they shared between the four of them, all of different ages. All which had Fallen Apart in some way.