Death Note: Eternity

Shintaro Kozu


A/N Note: I didn't think this was good enough to post, but i did it anyways, i want to see what you think before i post another chapter, and in a month if barely anyone views this story or If i get a review asking me to delte this story i will do so, as i metioned before I am not sure about this story, if you want me to keep going, REVIEw telling me so. thankx and i hope i didn't waste your time with this.


Prolouge

"I am very religoius, I am a catholic."

My messy black hair was partially covering my eyes at Mass. I was kneeling down, worshiping my savoior, believing in him, as I believe in Kira. This was the ;ast day Kira would kill a criminal, but I didn't know that at the time, I thought justice would be forever. I guess people would call be a hypocrite, praising the work of a killer, a mass murderer, but people seem to forget that it was God that allowed the first-borns of egypt get slain, and they were innocent, stainless. I silently prayed to my Creator, begging him, pleading with him to get my life on a different track. Even though I was considered young, 17, I had the wisdom of a old man, and the smarts of a scholar. My Sunday best wasn't even good enough to where to a formal even, just some khaki's and a yellow dress shirt.

" ...Let us pray..." The priest said, and I did just that. I prayed to God to let Kira have a blessed life, to keep him virtuous, to keep him just. Sadly, God had different plans for him the very same day. The ,ass was over, and every one filed out of the church, that is, except for me, I kneeled and kept praying, wishing for something to happen to me, to be special, it was vain, I know. I needed to be special, to stand-out. I looked average, even my lanky appearance doesn't raise any eyebrows, nor my pale skin, nor my slightly messy black hair. I guess the only unique characteristic I have is being poor, even then no-one looked in my direction. I got up, and stared at the tabernacle. ' Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with you, blessed...'

The walk home was peaceful, of course it was, with Kira, no-one ever dared to attack any-one, this was peace, sure Kira kills, but it isn't murderer, to the tens of thousands that support him, it is right. Some people condemn Kira because he kills. Justice systems have death penalties, yet you don't condemn them. Why? Because they kill people that deserve it. The only argument is that Kira killed people who weren't proven guilty, or even went to trail. Well, people can get out for murder, it is a sad and true statement, Juries and judges can be bribed, they can be swayed, sometimes the cops don't go with the regulations, so even with evidence, the killer walks, but not with Kira, he doesn't take such non-sense, he doesn't care weather they walk because of a faulty search warrant, or good behavior, they get punished, as it should be.

I finally saw the edge of my house, a shack with no air conditioning, no, water, and no electricity, only the necessitates I need to go to school and survive. I was poor, and I was depressed, I have often contemplated suicide, but Kira came, and now there are stronger relief for the poor projects. Kira saved my life and that is why I worshiped him. I climbed in my bed, tired from all the walking, I was a sickly teen, but right now I have to think of a way to make it through another day.

Four years later...

I woke up, sweating, and crying, another dream of the death of Kira. I didn't know why, but I felt a connection to the man, sometimes I saw clear images of him, another times I saw paper, and paper, and finally a huge pen. I would see his auburn hair, his sneer, his eyes, I could some times hear his voice calling out to me, begging for me to write. But, what do I write, what should I have done to save him, even though I had no personal connection to him, even though I had no idea what I should write.

My lowly shack had an upgrade, running water. I climbed out of my cot and approached the sink. I began to wash my face in my new blessing. I looked up at the small mirror above my sink, and saw red eyes. Those eyes were not mine brown ones, they were some-one elses'. I felt oddly drawn to them, Even stranger, as a normal person they would have ran or broke the mirror in surprise, actually I didn't know what normal people would do, despite my seemingly un-ordinary life, but I placed my hand on my face, cover one of the crimson irises. I removed my eyes from the mirror and started to wash even more. When I looked back I saw the familiar brown ones.

' Our father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name...' I took out my Bible and started to read passages, trying to calm down. Why was this happening all the sudden, why am I seeing things, hearing whispers, and thinking thoughts that don't belong to be, I hope I wasn't going insane. I would rather kill myself rather than be like that.