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This excerpt from my novel THE WAY YOU TAKE IT includes as you see names taken from the Death Note series. Question: Does it work anyway though the story is completely unrelated?
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“Stop that Eraldo!” Elana said, pulling the boy's fingers from her hair. “Why do you do that to us. Kira actually cried the other day you did it so hard.”
“It still hurts Mommy,” Kira said making a hideous face at her brother.
“Stop that! You're eyes will bulge out like that all the rest of your life if you're not careful.”
“That's silly Mommy.”
“Bug-eyed!” Danuve began chanting as she reached for Kira's hair but Kira the eldest evaded her grasp. “Bug-eyed! Bug-eyed Kira!”
Mello the baby began to cry, and Elana sprang into action picking up the infant and feeling his bottom sat him back down in the grocery cart. He's just cranky. His nap is overdo. If the rest of these kids would be quieter he'd probably go to sleep.
“Here! Here! Now you little urchins I'll make orphans of you if you don't settle down.”
Danuve finally caught Kira's hair and Kira began screaming indiscriminately at her and Eraldo who also moved in sensing a kill. To Eraldo's surprise Danuve also began screaming at him to leave Kira alone.
“Eraldo, you little monster. Stay out of it for once will you?” Danuve screamed.
He persisted. And Elana reached for his suspenders, and grabbing them pulled him back not realizing Kira's hair was now firmly in his hand while Kira pummeled his chest. Soon overwhelmed he began to scream more than cry, but cry he did also. Releasing his sister's hair, his mother's pull on his suspenders was much more than necessary now, and he quickly fell to the floor but his mother now used his suspenders to break the fall. He stopped bawling, surprised to find himself unhurt. Ascertaining Eraldo was OK and out of the way, Elana grabbed for Danuve's hand just as Kira pulled away with greater force than wise freeing herself at the expense of a few strands of hair. Now Kira began crying and Danuve stood silent looking at the actual hair in her little hand in amazement. Elana turned her attention then to Kira.
“Oh, you'll be OK, Kira. It won't kill you to lose a few strands of hair.”
“Monster!” Eraldo taunted.
Kira just looked at her brother who immediately felt sorry for what he had said in an attempt to shame his sister who had apparently won the fracas as usual.
“Don't...”
“I know Ma! She's not a monster. She's just named after one.”
Kira began to cry openly.
“Now! Now! You're not named after a monster. Kira is a very pretty name. And you're already a very pretty girl, my black haired, black-eyed, dark skinned beauty. He's just jealous because he thinks of everything as a contest he can't win. All you can do is forgive him.”
“******!” the enraged Kira shouted at her brother.
“I ain't no ******! You are!”
Now look you two! I told you never to use that word again.”
She grabbed them both, each by a respective hand, Kira on the right and Eraldo on the left, and began almost to drag them in the direction of the exit. “Danuve bring the baby.”
“Why?” the impressed Danuve asked. “Where are we going?”
Her mother was silent.
“Mama, what about the cart and the groceries?”
“Leave them.”
Leave them. This was serious. She's going too fast. I'll never keep up.
“Mom! Slow down! I can't keep up. Where are we going Mom! Mom?”
Elana suddenly stopped. She let go of the children's hands, ordered them to stay put, her black eyes flashing in the light of her anger and the intense lighting of the supermarket, then turned toward Danuve. At first Danuve thought she was in trouble and almost sat the baby down in preparation of a spanking or some such thing. But Elana took the baby from her light skinned daughter, put Mello in the cart when she reached it, turning the cart around to find that Danuve had followed close behind and that Eraldo and Kira were still standing where she had left them. But one could not miss the worried look on Danuve's face nor the tears forming in her blue eyes.
“I am so sorry, Danuve. Please forgive me for putting you in that situation. None of this is your fault. Just tell me one thing. Where did you kids hear a word like that?”
“School,” Danuve said ashamedly.
“What are you ashamed of?”
Danuve never answered.
“Of being the only white one in the family?”
Danuve shook her head no, but her heart wasn't in it.
“They don't call you that do they?”
She shook her head and looking up at her mother's hopeful eyes, she smiled.
“Of the kids at school,” she said.
“Hmm!” her mother said, putting an arm around her daughter and walking toward her other children, who waited expectantly. “You're actually a pretty good girl. Aren't you, Danuve? You're no angel but you are a pretty good girl.”
When they reached the other two, she sheepishly met their frightened eyes with an apology. They had been wrong but next time they would know better, she was certain of that and that was all she wanted to impress on them now at their young ages.
“Look out! Look out!” a loud voice behind them screeched.
They all started. But standing still they were all unharmed, but the fall of a large box of frozen dinners from the forklift broke it open as it hit the floor and scattered Uncle Dan's seafood dinners in all directions. Seeing they were all OK they all began laughing even little Mello.
“Spooks!” the wide-eyed children said in unison and Elana herself wondered.
But was it Arman or just a coincidence?