DISCLAIMER: I do not own death note, because if I did, Light would have taken over the world!!
Bright Abyss
In was always bright in Las Vegas, no matter how dark the sky really was.
Akarui walked down the busy streets, glaring at the guys handing out pamphlets to everyone. 'Yeah, go see the whores.' She thought, imagining them being burnt alive. Her mother would say that's not very nice. But then tell her it was 'god's' job. It was strange, what her mother's idea of what god was.
She told her stories about how before she was born, horrible people started to die, then more and more.
Kira.
That was what they called him, and her mother always said how much she wanted to meet him. Akarui wanted to meet him too. But he had disappeared one day...and never returned. Akarui wondered why. He was killing awful people, and now the world, her mother said; had gone back to the way it was before Kira. 20 years and no sign of him, Akarui wished that she could do something, but what could anyone do now?
She turned around a corner, giving a glance at a homeless man. People kept passing him by, keeping distance from him. She walked closer to him, helped him stand, much to his confusion, and led him into the diner nearby. Baggy pants, an old tie and a large torn T-shirt, he looked like he had gotten laid off from work.
A tear fell down his face as she ordered him dinner. He ate silently, and rather quickly as she nibbled on some bread. He wasn't dangerous, and her mother always ordered at least two bodyguards to keep watch over her. They sat behind them both in a booth. They weren't always blended in very well...
After the man was done with the soup, he bowed his head, and thanked her; asking if there was anything he could re-pay her for the meal. Akarui just smiled and handed him a piece of paper. "You might be able to work here, tell them the 'princess' sent you." She said, then paid the waitress, and stuffed money into the man's pocket. "Don't give up hope." She whispered just loud enough for him to hear it. He nodded and walked out behind her, watching her walk away.
'Maybe someday, Kira will come back...' She thought. Then sighing, she reached into her pocket. Pulling out her wallet, she opened it to look at the picture of her parents when they were younger. She only kept it with her because it was the only one with her father in it.
A young blond was smiling, holding onto the arm of a young man, sandy hair, brown eyes. He wasn't smiling very much, but her mother said he was always pretty serious anyways.
Walking back to a parking garage, the two men following her stepped up beside her. "Ready to go home miss?" One asked, and she sighed. "Yeah, I'm tired." And the other one opened the back door of a limo for her.
'Kira...where are you?' She thought as the limo drove back to her house.