Riiiiiiiing.

"Oh dear god," I mumbled, staring at my lit phone through half opened eyes," who in the hell is calling me at three in the morning…"

After flailing about to escape my bed sheets, I staggered onto my feet and picked up the phone, of which only seemed to get louder by each consecutive ring. I gingerly grasped it, squinting at the harsh light only to roll my eyes when I noticed who it was that was currently interrupting my sleep. I flipped the phone open, placing it a few inches away from my ear, knowing that if I placed it too close, my eardrum would without a doubt rupture.

"OHAYOU BIG SISTER," a familiar voice screeched from my phone as I winced in response," I have some news to tell you!"

"You realize that I live in the United States, and have in fact, been residing here for the past 5 years. Correct?" I had stated, my voice about five octaves lower than hers.

"Well…. Yes," she replied, admonished.

"That means I no longer go about my life according to the Japanese timezone," I grumbled. " But regardless of the fact I have to get up and give therapy in about four more hours, what is this glorious news you couldn't wait to tell me?"

"He's dead," she said, her voice now serious," Kira killed the guy!"

"Misa.." I began, now wide awake and alert, as I began to pace back in forth throughout my apartment. "By guy, you mean specifically –"

"Yes, yes him," Misa exclaimed, voice becoming more animated by the second, "the one who killed Mom and Dad!"

My body went cold and I clenched my jaw. My eyes immediately made contact with one of the few pictures I had of my parents that was placed proudly on the coffee table before me. I sat down on my couch and picked up the frame to inspect it, having difficulty without the aid of my glasses. There was our mother, of whom Misa and I inherited our blonde hair. Misa got her amber eyes from our father, while I retained my mother's simple gray ones, as well as her poor eye sight to go with it.

"Rhea," Misa called, returning my attention back to the phone," Are you still there?"

"Er, yeah, I'm here," I stammered. "So, for sure, it was Kira?"

Japan wasn't the only place affected by this 'godly' killer, and the States were even more infuriated with this said person, mainly because of the relatively recent deaths of their top FBI agents. I wasn't new to this Kira, or whomever they were, so hearing their name was no surprise to me. It was all the news wanted to cover for the past two months.

"Yeah, they died of a heart attack with some other people last night," Misa chirped," I just can't believe Kira would do this for us!"

I raised my eyebrows in response," Wait, how Kira did it for us? Excuse me?"

"He obviously knows that the guy deserved to die," she remarked brightly," Even when the jury didn't really think he did it, but we knew he did! So yes, he did do it for us."

"I suppose," I responded," So, the police found out Kira was a guy - you just mentioned Kira as a 'he'?"

"Well, no, not really," she replied sheepishly," I just have this feeling, oooh, and I bet he is just dreamy!"

"I wouldn't really welcome a serial killer as a brother-in-law with open arms Misa," I said dryly," Even if you found a way to meet the guy. I truly recommend that you don't try to meet the guy either."

I could almost visualize her infamous pout over the phone. I decided to change the subject. "But regardless, are you okay? How's the modeling coming along?"

"It's doing so good," she yelped happily," I'm already a teen idol over here, everyone knows my name! Do people know who I am yet over in America too?"

I laughed," That's great! And yeah, some patients normally ask if you and I are related because of the last name thing. They get really excited when I tell them you're my little sister."

Misa cooed," Oh yay! Do you think Kira knows who I am then if people in America know where I am? I mean I'm already big here in Japan, so maybe I could really—"

"Misa, stop right there," I murmured slowly," I thought you were joking when you said you were going out to find Kira. I get praising him, I'm all for the guy personally, we need a better world god knows. But don't you think—"

"Heheh… I was kidding Rhea," Misa laughed," Not like I have anyway to talk to him or anything. Oh well, a girl can only dream!"

"Alright, alright," I replied with a sigh," But are you seriously okay with everything? With the guy being dead now and everything? Maybe you should take a few days off work."

"I'm fine," she retorted impatiently," Just glad the guy is dead. Don't try to start shrinking me now or anything."

"Well, okay," I said hesitantly," I'm just trying to look after you, is all. Big sister, you know."

"I know," Misa said airily," But I'm okay, I promise. "

"Speaking of," I replied quickly," Is that guy that was stalking you still around? You should really tell the police, if he is, because if you don't, I will. Not kidding."

"No," Misa began before she trailed off oddly," No, I haven't seen him. Which is weird, but that's good for me, right?"

"Okay good," I let out a sigh of relief," Just want to make sure you stay in one piece, it would be difficult for you to model with some crazy psycho wearing your skin."

"Eww, you weirdo," Misa laughed," But yes, I'm safe. I got to go now, byeeee!"

With that being said, she hung up. I sighed and snapped my phone shut. I drudgingly moved my feet into my bedroom and fell on my bed, face buried in the comforter.

"So, Mr. Jenings…" I began, as I stared at the sneering man in handcuffs before me," tell me about yourself."

"Nah, let's talk about you," the elder man replied, leaning forward with his elbows on the cool metal table separating the two of us," How old are you, hmm? Twenty-one? Twenty-two?"

My eyes narrowed slightly at the man's questioning, and I made quick eye contact with a fellow psychologist that was in the opposite corner of the room. He nodded his head in confirmation.

"Is there significance to my age, Mr. Jenings?" I inquired, reopening the file before me and scanning its contents once more.

"Yeah, you could say that," he laughed, eyes bright with cruel mirth," The only ones I like are 'round that age."

"By ones, you're referring to women, Mr. Jenings?" My partner spoke up, striding to stand himself a little ways to my left.

"Might be," Jenings hissed, glaring at the male psychologist, Joshua," Might not be."

"I come to understand your mother was quite young when she had you," I interrupted, peering at the cuffed man through my glasses," And she unfortunately passed away when she was young as well, did she not?"

Jenings stiffened, and his face tinged a light red. His eyes shifted over to me with a contained rage. I tilted my head to look over a Joshua, noting if he was observing Jening's reaction as well. Joshua's eyes were trained on him, unwavering. I turned my gaze back to Jenings.

"She was a single mother dating," I continued, reading off the file that was before me," Her last boyfriend was a man of about your current age now, forty-three. An Eric Thiston I believe was his name. He was the leading suspect of the apparent murder of your mother, he was also convicted."

"I don't remember anyway, I was a damn kid," Jenings replied, now staring at me apathetically.

"You know," I said, searching for any emotion from the man," My parents were killed, in front of me, when I was a child. The man who did it died about a month or so ago, and things like that can rouse some feelings. I see that the man, Eric Thiston, died about five or six months ago now, how did you react—"

"But now let's talk of things more recent. Apparently you had a fancy for killing twenty somethings women who had young children about a few months ago. Does that have anything to do with 'not remembering', Jenings?" Joshua interrupted.

I swiftly glared at my partner, angry at his overly prompt manner. Joshua ignored my look and took a few steps closer to Jenings who was still void of any obvious emotion.

"Did you feel a closure, knowing you were no longer the only one with no mother?" Joshua pressed," Did it make you feel good, knowing that you created another 'you', if you will?"

Jenings gazed up at Joshua coolly and opened his mouth briefly before closing it again. His eyes grew wide and his hands tugged at his constraints. I leapt to my feet in alarm, and Joshua took a few hesitant steps away from the man. A gurgle escaped Jenings throat, as he began to shake. I yelped, finally coming to understand what was going on.

"Kira!" I hissed at Joshua," It's Kira, he's having a heart attack. Hurry, get help!"

Joshua fled the room as I unlocked Jenings from his cuffs, laying him down on the floor. I began pumping at his chest and breathing into his mouth frantically. My glasses slid of my face and clattered onto the cement floor, making me flinch instinctively. Jenings was not responding. I looked desperately at the door my partner just ran out of. Finally, a series of paramedics rushed in, adorning a defibrillator with them. I grasped my glasses and got to my feet, stepping back as the paramedics tried to revive him. After a few more moments, they stopped. I paused then rushed out of the room in anger.

"God fucking damn it," I seethed," This is the third one this month."

Joshua trailed out from behind me," This Kira guy is really starting to get on my last nerve, we can't even do our job anymore!"

"That's the understatement of the year," I grumbled, eyeing the gurney that the newly dead Jenings was laying atop of," I've only had four cases that I got to see through for the entirety of the month. This is bull. Can you believe my little sister is basically in love with the guy?"

Joshua laughed," Oh, well, you like what he's all about, so you can't really call the kettle black."

I sighed," Er, yeah, but part of our job is to see who the innocent ones are, which ones are truly insane. These people don't even get a chance."

"That's true as well," Joshua murmured.

"Whelp, speaking of my little sister, I'm off to Japan for the week, she has something just wonderful she has to show me," I announced, stretching my arms.

"Oh are you, and let me guess, they made me work overtime for you, right?" Joshua asked, exasperated.

"Possibly," I retorted with a soft chuckle," Well, my plane leaves in about an hour, I'll be seeing you."

Joshua gave me a curt wave before I turned around, heading towards the exit. I took one last look behind me, a frown appearing once more as I caught a glimpse of Jenings unmoving body, covered lamely by a thin white sheet.

Hey there! This was just an idea, and I'm not entirely sure where it will be going. I'm also not sure how much I enjoy the 'first' point of view. Sorry if the first chapter seemed so slow, it is in fact the introduction. I promise there will be a lot more interesting things occurring in the following chapter. Please let me know your opinions as well as criticisms. Thank you!