In the Yagami family, Raito has no siblings. Sayu died many years ago from illness. Her parents feel that Raito distances herself more and more from the world everyday. And to help her, they adopted her a brother. Beyond, the same age as Raito and very stubborn, just like her. This is a story about what it would be like for these two to grow up together.

Adopting and Adapting

Chapter 1

Prologue:

The Yagami family of three was sitting around the small table in the kitchen. The mother and father of the family, Sachiko and Soichiro, were about to tell their 10-year-old daughter, Raito, the news that they had for her.

"Raito, honey," Sachiko started cautiously, "both your father and I have seen how distanced you are, and your teachers have said that as well these past years. So, we decided... that we are going to adopt a child."

Raito was surprised, to say the least, "Adopt?" she questioned, hoping she'd misheard.

Soichiro nodded, "Yes, we're going to adopt." inwardly hoping his headstrong and stubborn daughter wouldn't overreact to the news.

Raito wanted more information, "Is it a boy or a girl?" she tilted her head.

Sachiko smiled, "It's a boy." Raito felt that adopting a boy was completely understandable, if not, more appropriate. She could tell that it would be hard for her parents to watch another girl and wonder if Sayu would've carried similar traits. As a matter of fact, she was happier that it was a boy that they were adopting. "How old is he?" she asked.

"He's ten-years-old, Raito, but he's older by only a few weeks." Sachiko replied.

"Oh," she trailed off, still not sure if this was good or bad for her. She figured she'd just have to wait until she could actually meet him before she could have an opinion. "What's his name?"

"Beyond." her father answered, then pulled out a small photo and handed it to Raito, "Here's a picture of him." The photo was a shot of a pale-faced boy with a pointed nose and messy, black hair. But that's not what caught Raito's attention, the boy in the picture had blood-red eyes.

"Mom, Dad... his eyes... " she trailed off, speechless. Never in her entire life had she seen or heard of such a thing as red eyes.

"We know, but he's so very smart, Raito. Sooner or later, you won't even notice his eye color, you might even grow to like it." her mother assured.

A short silence, broken by her father, "He's from an orphanage called Wammy's House, which is in Winchester, England. I'll be going there next week to pick him up, by the time you come home from school that day, he should already be here."

But the boy's red eyes were still a little shocking for Raito, and frightening...