There are a lot of SI-OC for death note, right? Idk, I saw a couple for Misa and Sayu-but none for Takada. So uh. Yeah.

Also, I looked over her wiki and for family it just says 'father'? Weird. ¯\_ȌᴥȌ_/¯

2/21/2017: I'm editing some chapters, and I decided to combine chapter 1 and two. So chapter 3 is now chapter 2.

She was given the name of Kiyomi Takada, and that's the only name that she's had. When she was born, it's the only name she responded too. A name her parents lovingly gave her. She was an odd child though, she didn't even cry when she was born, as least that's what her father told her.

She looked at her stuffed animals differently than other kids did. She knew she was supposed to find joy in the cute little plushies, but something held her back. Something in the back of her mind telling her not to bother with childish things. Her father picked up on it and thought it was because she wasn't challenged enough, prompting him to enroll her in school a year early. Takada of course, never complained.

Takada proved to be quite serious when it comes to learning. Her teachers loved to see a student so young wanting to learn so much, but at the same time they were concerned at how little she talked to the other students. It isn't that Takada didn't like her classmates, but they can't get her brain to focus as much as studying did.

For her, her brain never stops. There's a disconnect from her to the rest of the world. Reading, learning, trying new things makes her feel grounded. But she can't feel grounded by talking to people. She feels as if she's floating, or like she's drowning. She can never place which one it is.

When her kindergarten teacher brings it up at a student teacher conference, Takada is quick to correct herself. As if a switch was flipped, she starts talking to her classmates, she starts asking for help in class (Even though she doesn't need it), and trying her best to look like a normal little kid. Apparently, she nails her act, and her dad and teachers never bring it up again. Since she's so young, no one thinks anything of the sudden change.

She really doesn't like it though. She wants to cry from the sensory overload. She wants to just go back to studying and ignore everyone else, but normal kids don't do that.

Recently, she's been having dreams. She doesn't know if she can really call them dreams, actually. They aren't like what other kids talk. Hers are much darker. She knows not to talk about them though, a gut instinct almost.

A four year old shouldn't be this self aware, she realises. A four year old should be wondering what she'll eat for breakfast. She should not be thinking of what her next lie will be.

Suddenly, Takada understands why she isn't like the other children.

Tomorrow is her fifth birthday, but she asks her dad not to throw a party. Instead, she asks him to show her how to garden. Being around to many people makes her heart race unbelievable fast, and again, she doesn't understand why. In crowds she finds it hard to breath, and her vision starts to blur.

It's understandable for her not to want to have a birthday party.

Her father smiles at her, and it reminds her of a lily flower just blooming. "Of course," he says, "if that will make you happy."

She told him it would make her very happy.

They spent the day in the backyard, planting flowers and vegetables with the July sun beaming down at them. Takada was a inverted child, it wasn't weird. But her father notices how she let bugs and worms crawl up and down her arm too calmly. She never flinches when a spider danced along her toes, or when a centipede slides across her legs.

Mr. Takada grows very worried for his five year old daughter. But when she looks up at him with a smile as bright as the sun and says how much she loves her papa, he quickly forgets.

When Takada uses the word 'love', she doesn't understand why people get so happy over a word. She understands what the word implies, but just saying that word makes people melt. She doesn't understand why when she forces herself to smile, people smile back.

She tries not to think about it, she's only five years old. She shouldn't be thinking like this.

When she goes to bed that night, her nightmares, no- memories become more vivid. Before, they didn't feel so real. At first it was nice. She was with a boy whose hands felt so safe, but then she felt her skin burn. It happened within a second. She was at a school, and then she was burning.

When she wakes up, she isn't able to cry.

That feeling was still in the back of her mind, she has no time to recover from the nightmare because it hasn't stopped. When her dad knocks on the door, she closes her eyes again and pretends to be asleep. She complains when he 'wakes' her up. He chuckles and opens the curtains, letting the light flood in. She realises that a mask is necessary now. She can't let anyone find out about these dreams.

In a way, she likes the fire.

Takada accepts that she will die one day. She accepts that her dad will die, her neighbor will die, and even her hamster will die. It has been a few months since she turned five, and Takada still has those nightmares.

But she knows why.

She's never been so happy to be scared of sleeping. She feels more real when she's asleep, and if she wasn't scared, than she'd never want to wake up.

She understand this one girl in her dreams better than she understand herself. The girl's name is Sonia Romero, and she likes math and science. Takada thinks they'd be good friends, and Takada has been learning a lot from her.

Sonia has troubles at home, but throws herself in her studies to numb her pain. The one hobby she has is reading comic books and manga. This is when Takada is happy about her vivid dreams, nightmares, memories-whatever you call it, because Takada can read along with Sonia when Sonia finishes studying.

Personally, Takada's is really into a new Manga called Death Note.

Takada is now six years old, and Sonia has just started reading chapter 31 of Death note.

Takada is scared.

Takada is now seven years old, and Sonia has finished reading Death note.

Takada feels numb.

Takada is now ten years old, and has watched Sonia get rejected from her number one college.

Takada felt lost when she woke up, because she will no longer see Sonia when she closes her eyes. Sonia looked so sad when she locked herself in her bathroom. Takada will remember how Sonia held that knife.

Takada wonders how much blood is actually in the human body.

Takada is a perfect child. She has a good group of friends, does amazing in school, and is painfully optimistic. Her dad is happy to see that Takada no longer has such terrible social anxiety. If anything, she insists on being the center of attention.

She is twelve years old and looks so much like her mother, her father says. Her black hair rests on her shoulders with bangs cut straight across. Red is her favorite color, she prefers cats over dogs, adores biology and mystery novels, and is always drinking tea.

Also, she is quite an amazing liar.

Tadaka tucks her hair behind her ear and looks at the ground when she walks down the stairs of her home. Today has been a day she's been dreading, it's April first. The day that school begins.

Boxes still remained unopened from their most recent move, it only irritated Takada a little bit. If she had more time apart from studying and preparing for school, she would help her dad more. She's greeted by her father's smiling face when she comes down stairs. He sips his coffee while waiting by the door, holding a to-go cup of tea for herl. "Only good things will happen today." He says.

Takada smiles and takes the to-go cup.

She felt like she was going to puke.

The streets of Tokyo have, and always will be, busy as hell. School isn't too far away from her home, it's a ten minute walk at most. Takada still looks ahead while she walks, her posture perfect, eye contact perfect, her stride perfect-she knows exactly how she wants others to see her.

If who she is inside can't be perfect, then who she is on the outside has to.

She lets out small, calm breaths. Counting in her head as she does so. She has been practicing what to say to her teachers and classmates the entire summer. Different ways to say, 'yes,' and 'no', she's been playing with tones and sarcasm, different ways to express thank. She's been preparing for any possible conversation.

She reminds herself that she's only twelve, and that most twelve year olds don't put this much thought into first impressions.

She almost laughs to herself at the thought of not putting this much effort into herself. She lets out a breath as the junior high school comes into view. She sees other students in the same uniform as her walk in, already talking to each other as if they've known each other for years. Well, that certainly is possible.

Walking through the gates she realized that yes, only good things will happen today.

Her teacher gives everyone assigned seats, which is normal. She sits near the front, one desk away from the window. She won't lie, she's a little jealous of the students who get window seats. No matter, Takada doesn't complain like the other students. She takes her seat and waits for instruction.

A girl next to her is already snacking, maybe a stress eating. Takada looks at her through the corner of her eye, yes, definitely stress eating. She looks like she's a about to cry, honestly. Takada smiled at her. It was a practiced smile, yes, but it was still a smile.

"First days of school are always a pain, aren't they?" Takada says to the girl in a soft, inviting tone The other girl smiled and agreed, quickly introducing herself as Shiho. Another girl behind Takada pipes in as well, introducing herself as Emi.

Takada realises that these are the girls that she will soon have to call, 'friends'. She doesn't have a problem with Shiho or Emi, but she certainly wonders how long it will be until they grow to hate her.

Why would they hate Takada? She doesn't know. She just assumes they will. She realises that yes, that idea is silly. But so is the idea of her life being in a manga.

She takes a breath.

Yes. She will be alright.

Takada is elected to represent her class, along with a male student that goes by the name Sudou. Takada recognizes him from the manga. He's that bully that Light thinks about killing at the beginning. Perhaps Takada can change him; make him a model student. It would be a nice challenge to give herself. She has found that when she makes challenges for herself it gives her the same effect as reading, it keeps her grounded.

She glances at him from her desk. Her homeroom teacher only went over basic rules and expectations so far today, and it took so much time that it's now lunch break. Sudou is already goofing off with his friends.

Then again, what would be the point?

He will die one day, just as she will.

She shakes her head. This is no way for her to think, and she refuses to let this thinking control her. She gets up from her desk with her lunch in one hand and walks over to Sudou. A smile on her face as she pulls some of her hair behind her ear.

"Forgive me for interrupting, but I was hoping that since we're both representing our class that we could get to know each other."

He didn't hesitate when he smiled. It was a real smile. "Yeah! Come on, grab a seat-hey, Kaoru, give Takada your seat-"

She thinks it's kind of funny how preteen boys act around girls. So quick to drop everything. In all honesty, it's nice talking to Sudou and his friends. Emi and Shiho join the conversation as well. This was the best case scenario for Takadas first day of school to go.

Takada felt a migraine coming on.

After school she goes to check out the clubs her school offered. She thinks about Judo, It isn't an odd thing for girls, at her school it's actually a gender neutral club. It wouldn't kill her to learn how to defend herself a little bit too.

Multiple posters were already littering the hallways advertising many different clubs the moment she walked in this morning. . Basketball, dance, badminton, handball, Judo, baseball, swimming, athletics, ping pong, drama, photography, movie research, the list goes on. She was curious about drama, and decides to check it out after going to see what Judo was like.

She went into the main gym, right outside of the school building. It was more run down and seems to be mostly ignored. When she entered the gym, there seemed to be students already sparring. They must take their club seriously.

She thinks that it's better this way, because now she can just observe how the club works. However, the club leader quickly saw her.

The leader of the club is going to graduate next year, and apparently is well known across the school, Takada learns. Heikichi is how he introduced himself. His bright hazel eyes refuse to leave Takada's, which she hated. He was quick to lure her into the club. His bubbling personality and his lack of an understanding of personal space made it hard for her to escape.

Long story short, not only did she end up joining the Judo club on her first day, but she apparently caught the eyes of a few boys.

To bad she honestly doesn't care.

Also, she's kind of disappointed she couldn't check out drama club.

The streets of Tokyo will never calm down, Takada reminds herself as she walks home. Clutching her bag and struggling to keep her perfect posture, today took more out of her then she thought. No matter though, she thinks, she did well. Right?

When she unlocks the door to her home, all the boxes were all gone. It was refreshing to see, especially after a stressful day. She takes her shoes off and wanders into the living room to fully scope out how much her dad did.

Apparently, he did enough, seeing how he was asleep on the couch. She grabs a blanket from the cabinet and drapes it over him. "Good night, papa"

Her father never mentioned what happened to her mother, and Takada never asked. She doesn't mind that her dad works so much and that they always found themselves moving. Apparently though, this will be the last move. At least, that's what he said.

She turns off the lights in the room and quickly walks up the stairs to her room. She can't stomach dinner even if she wanted to. She opens the door to her room and falls face first onto her bed.

She wonders if this is normal.

She really hopes it isn't.

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