Summary: Rin Asano was ordinary – well, that was a lie. Rin is everything but ordinary. But after she helps a young woman by sending an envelope to Sakura TV, she is placed under the suspicion of being the Second Kira. LxOC

November 5th, 2004

For the entirety of her life, Rin wanted to know what feeling love was like. It was alien to her – something that seemed so... unnatural. Yet, now as she feels the emotion, it feels like the most natural emotion one could have.

Love was strong. Love was an amazing feeling. Love made her happy.

Whenever she would think of somebody sacrificing themselves for the one they loved, she would always be confused. She wondered how somebody would want to protect another person with their life. Now, she realised she used to be quite a selfish child.

Love was sacrifice. Love made her grieve. Love made her sad.

A sacrifice.

Rin wondered; does death hurt? What is it like?

She was always a curious child, even about death. She chuckled to herself. And to think, an hour from now, she would be dead. Just a corpse on the ground. Even so, she didn't feel any of the emotions one would usually feel when faced with death. No. Instead, she felt determination.

Those movies she watched trying to grasp the concept of the emotion of love always made the sacrifice scenes sad and depressing.

Why did she feel happy?

Because she was saving his life. With her death, he would live. The world would turn as it usually did.

It was almost poetic.

He made her feel human. He made her feel alive.

Something living must die one day.

She took out the piece of paper and a pen and started to write, solidifying her fate.

Her first ever memory was that of darkness. She felt cold, alone and frightened. She felt her body shaking – Why was she shaking? It was the eyes... The eyes were watching her.

"She's waking up." She heard a voice – a woman's voice. Were they her eyes? She levelled her breathing and started to listen. One, two, three, four – There were four people in the room, four people breathing. Four people, eight eyes; eight eyes were staring directly at her. The eight eyes were talking to each other, but she was too busy controlling her fear to listen. She mustn't have a panic attack.

Her green eyes opened slowly. The first thing she noticed was the eyes – Six brown eyes, two hazel eyes. She then noticed she was in a hospital room. Why was she there? Was she sick? She then noticed their mouths moving. They were talking. Were they talking to her?

"What's your name?" The hazel eyes asked. That was a good question. What was her name? Better yet, who was she? She had no idea. Then it came to her. Her name was Mari. Mari Evergreen. She was about to tell them, but she didn't. For some reason, she felt as if telling them her name meant failure to something, she had no idea what.

"I don't remember." She replied.

"Your new name is Asano Rin." The woman told her. This woman asked her to call her mother. What was this woman's real name? That's right – Ayumi Asano, or was it Asano Ayumi? Japanese customs confused her for some reason. Last name first – So Asano Ayumi.

She didn't have a ring on her finger. She wasn't married. Judging by her behaviour around the attractive male at the counter, she was single. Her chin was held up, and her eyes direct. She was strong and independent. Her body language suggested she could take care of herself, and the badge she saw earlier stated she was a police officer.

When this woman looked at her, she felt something. What was this emotion? That's right. She was feeling happy. Wanted. Somebody wanted her.

Why was it that those brown eyes didn't set off her fear?

In the past few years she spent with Ayumi, Mari – no, Rin was her name now, had felt a range of emotions. Fear was a common emotion she felt, an interesting emotion in that. Whenever the eyes stared at her she would freeze up and shake. The only eyes that didn't affect her were Ayumi's.
Happiness was a common emotion she felt around Ayumi. Sadness was less common, but still there.

Rin kept a list of all the emotions she had ever felt since her memories began in her mind. There was only a handful she had never felt. Grief, anger, love. She had always wondered what those emotions felt like. The closest she could come to them was by watching people.

Her favourite emotion to watch was the emotion of love. Having never felt love before, she was curious as to how it worked. It was all intriguing.

She was always a curious child.

It was two days after her sixteenth birthday she heard a knock on the door. When she opened it, she saw two police officers with grim expressions. It didn't take long for her to deduce what they were here for.

She barely heard their words. "Your mother is dead." They had said. That was when two more emotions were crossed off her list – grief of losing somebody so close, and anger to the one who had shot her to her death. She observed that these two emotions were long-term, unlike happiness and sadness. She felt her grief for a few weeks, and in occasion whenever she remembered her kind mother. She felt the anger all the way up until the man was arrested and served a life sentence.

For some reason, it made her happy to know that the man wouldn't get the death penalty and instead would rot in a cell for the rest of his life.

April 13th, 2004

Rin walked down the street, ignoring the curious glances that were sent her way. For who in their right mind would wear a thick hooded jacket on such a hot day? She pulled the hood down to cover more of her face, delicately avoiding moving the sunglasses that hid her eyes. She hardly cared about what others thought of her appearance. She would rather be seen as a freak than stay inside her house all day fearing them.

The hoodie and glasses were a shield from the eyes. Despite the curious glances the sea of eyes would give to her, she felt barely any fear. Occasionally, one or two pairs of eyes would cause her to freeze up, but it was better than her having a full-blown attack.

As if on a cue, she felt a pair of eyes on her. Her body froze, unable to move away from the eyes. At that moment, a young woman ran up to her cheerfully. She hardly heard what she had said. She was more focused on not having an attack.

The eyes that were looking at her were strong. She had no idea where they were, and frankly, she didn't want to find out.

"So, if you would send these to Sakura TV that would be great." The blonde cheered before running away. The eyes stopped looking at her, allowing Rin to relax before glancing down at the envelope in her hands.

In her plight, Rin realised she had no idea who the woman was who gave her this. The only thing she saw was the colour of her hair. Rin realised she was feeling the emotion of confusion right now, and rightly so. Frowning, she delivered the envelope to Sakura TV and walked back to her home, ignoring the confusion.