48 Hours
"There's something I need to do," the woman murmured, turning her back to the grinning teenager. He said something else, but his words were lost on her. She pressed slowly forward, hunching her shoulders against the onslaught of memories that befell her.
A man, face pale and ashen, stood before her, his overcoat torn, hair bedraggled, eyes darting around the room, looking everywhere but at the scene in front of him. He approached her hesitantly.
"Naomi," he said, his voice taking on a tone much more prominent than his appearance, "thank you." He placed his hands on either of the woman's shoulders, staring deep into her eyes. Suddenly overcome with emotion, he brought his lips down to hers.
Naomi fought off the images, concentrating on the ground in front of her. She still felt the deranged teenager's stare prickling the back of her neck, and a second wave of memories hit her.
"Raye!" She cried out uselessly. The ring of people surrounding her started. She draped herself over his cold, still body, allowing her tears to fall on his cheeks. How could this have happened?
Kira, she thought solemnly, answering her own question. Noting the way his neck was angled, she followed his empty gaze. A train pulled up, and the doors opened. He must have been trying to look inside the train, she thought quickly, meaning that Kira was inside. She crushed her soft, warm lips to his icy ones. Kira, she thought, immersing herself in the one-sided kiss, I will find you… and end you.
Turning into a small alleyway, she leaned against a wall. It was just past sunset and the resulting cold seeped through her jacket. She shivered, and slid down slowly, hugging her knees to dispel the icy tremors that racked her body. Another wave of memories threatened to overtake her as she rested her head on her knees, long, dark hair pooling around her feet. Suddenly, her head snapped up.
So, Light Yagami is Kira.