Impeccable silence, impressive. Reality today is static, anticipating the forthcoming events.
I walk without fear, at ease with myself. I have gone through every possible scenario in my mind, every move he will make, every mistake I will capitalise on, every laugh echoing in the roofs. The world is a transcript, an immaculate play, and the players are soon approaching the stage. I can almost feel the words, every detail, every stage direction, it's almost, almost too easy....
But to have gotten this far, I cannot help but somewhat admire my opponent, even if it is for a fleeting second... Seconds.... how they'll wish, grovel, for precious seconds, as the realisation engulfs them in a shadow of regret and humility, and I'll watch as the seconds take their toll, as those last seconds evaporate into nothing more then the shell of memories, the mist of defeat.
Tomorrow, the tides will wane as they ever did, the winds will still caress the hills and valleys, and the sun will still stoop valiantly from behind the clouds. But tomorrow will be truly different....
I'll breath in the crisp, morning air, and gently spread my fingers through my hair. I'll lie in the long grass, that grows south of my old house, and feel the earth move below me, the sun pass over my skin.... And I'll know that everything has become one.
The suffering will end, and I will be the new creator. I will sow the seeds of retribution, and come harvest the world will know that Kira is justice.....
If only they could see. They are all fools, blinded by their impassionate morals, their misguided righteousness. And after the sun has set on this day, they will never see the justice I will bring, the equilibrium I will bring to the hearts of the people. They will die by their own hands, and no one will cry for them. No one will remember them, whilst Gods are gifted with perpetual being. Kira will outlive even myself, and when my bones are nothing but dust, Kira will stare at the sun and say 'This is my world'......
Daikoku Wharf..... a rotten place for a glorious day, yet fitting as graves for the damned. Salt in the air, I can taste it on my tongue.... From the rusty carcass of this hulking warehouse, something pure will rise, and form the future I have been dreaming for, since that fateful day..... And I will walk to him and stare him in the eyes...
….Near, it is my win........