The small, raven-haired girl looked at the newspaper in her hand. The bold headline gave her hope, more hope than she'd had in three years.
L vs. KIRA: A Battle of Good and Evil
She felt her heart begin to race. Could this be what she was looking for? Was going to Japan the key to finding the man she'd been searching for since she was ten? It was the likeliest lead she'd had since her search began.
She laid the newspaper beside her on the bench and buried her face in her hands.
"Oh… I wish I knew if it was true…" she whispered to herself.
"Are you lost, little girl?" a voice said.
Her head shot up. A man stood in front of her, tall and lean, not to mention rather strong-looking.
"No, just resting."
"Why don't you come with me?" he asked, smiling.
"Uhhh… no. I don't go with strangers."
He suddenly grabbed her wrist.
"Come quietly," he said, "or I'll have to hurt you."
In a flash, the girl spun and brought her leg up in a massive kick. The man went flying backwards, landing on his back. She spun again, facing him.
"Don't you dare touch me," she growled. "I will kill you. I'm a hell of a lot stronger than you think."
He pushed himself up, astonishment, confusion, and terror on his face.
"Wh… what the hell…?"
She glared at him, daring him to come at her again. He stumbled up, looked at her for a full two seconds, than sprinted off in the opposite direction. She straightened and sat back down. In five minutes, the whole event was at the back of her mind, and she was debating whether or not to go to Japan.
She didn't know what to do. She finally pulled out her cell phone.
It was time to seek the help of an old friend.