There is an infinitesimal objective you must realize about me, Light Yagami—Kira. Living… has taught me to kill. Running has come to make me aware of how precious standing still is. And deafening silences teach me to crave loud, open streets, filled with people. People who have no idea that I am a murderer—a predator who cannot be found. A predator that leaves no traces, no evidence. Killing from afar, yet watching extremely closely. But it has changed, ever since the day the book fell from the stars and skies above. It used to be so simple; writing down a name, remembering a face, creating their deaths from behind the scenes.
Then he came along. L. Calculating my moves, understanding my motives. He… understands me in a way no one ever could.
It was perfect; uncomplicated. But then… I started to change. The Death Note started to change me. I had asked Ryuk to help me conceal the Death Note, to store it somewhere out of harm's way where someone unwanted would not unearth it. So he had. Inside of me. Inside of my already blackened soul. He had disappeared from Earth and back to the Shinigami Realm.
I was alone… for the first time in an exceedingly extensive time, with nothing but my murderous contemplations running through my skull, like a rabbit being chased by a dog. I am being chased, being followed by L and his crew.
Ever since the Death Note had attached itself to my soul, I have Shinigami eyes… as well as interesting qualities Ryuk had never mentioned. Instead of having a Death Note to plan someone's death, I use my skin. It is as if I, myself, have become a Death Note. It is much more noticeable, intricate.
Light Yagami had checked over his shoulder as he proceeded up a steep hill alongside a bridge. He heaved a petite, portable radio out of his knapsack and tuned it onto the police radio, closing his eyes as the static hummed and a man's voice became clearer.
"Sakura Hikaru, a forty-three year old female has taken hostage of her three year old son, Sakura Natsume at the Preschool on 52nd street. We need back-up, stat." The man intensely hissed into the radio.
Light Yagami then took out his laptop and Googled 'Sakura Hikaru'. A woman came up with Facebook. She lived in this region of Japan and was the same age. Luckily, her profile picture was of herself. He closed his eyes and took out a blue pen and began to write in graceful strokes on his arm, 'Sakura Hikaru.' It only took blissful moments until the police officers announced with both relief and fear that Sakura Hikaru… had been killed by a heart attack.
A vicious, inhuman smirk crossed his porcelain-like features.
"Found you!" A voice rises from the unknown, but before Light could turn to this voice and make them his next target to his Death Body, he became the victim, the captured.
Light awoke with a start; how do I get out of here? He could not move a single limb. His arms were tied above his head, chest strapped to something cold and stiff. His legs were chained tightly together, allowing no movement.
His breathing became rapid, his heart beating a mile a minute. Voices were upon him, all around him. His mouth was gagged and his eyes were blindfolded. If only he could see the names and faces…
"Kira is to be condemned to death, December thirty-first!" A man bellowed to Light's right.
"He should be tortured first," a woman screamed in outrage.
"He's done a lot for this world, you must admit," a woman piped in silently.
"Are you fucking serious? HE'S KILLED TWELVE OF MY MEN! KILL THE BASTARD! Let him suffer a thousand deaths! I agree! Torture the vermin," A man, who Light was positive was the President, cried out.
Light swallowed a lump in his throat. I never thought of being caught… in fact, I've never even thought about being sentenced to death before. I can fight my way out of this… feign innocence, I can do that.
"Ihwanmii!" He tried to choke out, 'it wasn't me', but his throat was so dry, and the gag was flooding his mouth so much, that he could hardly hear himself, let alone anyone else could hear him. Again, he tried to scream 'You've got the wrong man', but only, "uhgtrinmun!"
"Quiet." A voice out of a laptop sang. Its voice was altered so as to mask the speaker. It was L's fake voice ringing out of the laptop. "It is inevitable to say… but Light Yagami is 100% Kira."
Light's heart sank deep inside his chest. So deep that he was surprised it didn't sink into his feet. L had convicted him. Everyone believes L. The man who can turn impossible and unlikely into certainty. What can L not do? He caught Kira. Cloaked, villainous, elusive Kira.
"Light Yagami… Kira is sentenced to death in one week's time. During this period it is only accurate to contain Kira and ensure he does not escape… so we will drug him. The drugs will cease on the execution date, as promised."
He almost puked. In a week, his existence would stop. He wouldn't go to Heaven or hell, guaranteed by Ryuk. He was screwed. No. Fuck being civil. He was so fucked. He was completely, irrevocably fucked. He was going to die. In a week.
Oh, no. This can't happen. I was just trying to make a beautiful world.
Oh, God. What was his father going to say? His mother? Sayu… she would be all alone. Dad might have another heart attack.
Who am I kidding? OH FUCK! I'm going to be killed! I really don't give a shit what they think right now. I'm going to die!
L… he sentenced him. He sent him to his doom. Yet… he couldn't force himself to hate him. In fact… the only person Light could blame for letting L sentence him to death was himself. Light had had the Shinigami eyes… he could have went up to L, looked above his head and stole his name away and written them on his arm. But what did Light do? He ran. Why? Because his heart is weak. Too weak. It couldn't hold more than one emotion for each decision. He chose love when it came to L. He chose love… he chose to protect L from himself. So he ran, clearly informing everyone that the boy in question was Kira the Serial Killer. Light had chosen his friendship over himself and his decision to kill L. His friendship meant more than his safety. But for L, it wasn't the same.
Apparently hate always beats love. Always.