This is a story I'm working on that you probably won't get too much unless you read my other stories on my deviantart. But people have been wanting me to write this for some time now so I am. Just watch this be the longest chapter and the others short. xD;; So, if you don't like it...then why are you reading it? -.-;; No like, don't comment.
Chapter 1
"Today Ukada, Hemshi died of a heart attack, Hemshi was suspected of murdering 4 year old Suzuki, Hina as well as many other children in her particular area. All of the children either had an 'h' in the beginning of their family name or first name. Hemshi was taken into custody just a few weeks ago. His trial was going to be held this Friday. Though everyone was confident from the evidence that he would be convicted. This has been the 3rd criminal to die of a heart attack this week. It seems that one criminal dies per day of a heart attack. Could this mean something? Earlier in 2003 criminals had begun to die of heart attacks from one mysterious being known as 'Kira.' Kira disappeared in 2010 and nothing like it has ever happened up until now. Has Kira returned to us? Is this his way of telling us that he is slowly approaching to try and make this world peaceful again? I th-"
The click of a button and the TV turned off. Two pale fingers held onto the remote and held it as if it were dirty. One other hovered over the on and off button but soon withdrew to rest back onto a knee. Crimson eyes slightly narrowed as the information processed through her brain. The voice of the reporter had become annoying to her therefore she had cut the woman off. The talk of Kira…it had been going on for three days now. It seemed to be all the people could talk about anymore now that criminals were dying of heart attacks. Of course it was not all coincidental…that's not how she thought it was. Three criminals died of heart attacks in a row at the same time of day but on three different days that were one after the other. There was no way that was possible and any idiot who believed it needed a check on his or her's education or common sense. It was going to be the same thing tomorrow, she predicted. A criminal was going to die tomorrow at the exact same time just like all the others. But how long would this pattern continue? Only killing one criminal a day wouldn't get the world anywhere at all. Not even at a slow pace would the world change if only one criminal died. Like the reporter said, this was probably just a hint from Kira that he was reemerging from his dark, slimy hole. L, Near, was not in his way anymore because he didn't take an interest in these cases anymore. He had announced that when a 5th Kira had appeared when she was only 8 years old so who was to stand in his way? That's what she predicted were his thoughts right now but he would soon find himself to be wrong. Dead wrong. Her teeth chewed on her bottom lip but now bared as silent anger pumped through her veins. Everyone who supported Kira…they would all emerge again and start talking. A lot of people supported him and even countries did! They would not stand in his way, either. So why was Kira dead wrong? If countries supported him and would back down at his reappearance, why did he have to worry? There was one thing that stood in Kira's way and would make sure he didn't get what he wanted. What was that one thing that made Kira wrong? Well, to put it simple, it was she. She would not allow Kira to reappear and take over the world. She would stop him with whatever power she had and bring him to justice.
"Hisaye…" The voice made her thoughts suddenly shatter away as if a rock had hit glass. Her eyes flicked over to a smaller woman who sat normally in a chair not too far from her. Her crimson eyes suddenly became kind and a sincere smile spread across her face. When she spoke her voice was naturally soft but usually held determination and authority in it. Now, it just held love and kindness for a family member.
"Yes? What is it, mother?" It was all too obvious to her what her mother was going to say. Hisaye could tell by the expression on her face and how her posture seemed so nervous. She could read her mother just like a book that was written in Latin. Hisaye was very good at speaking Latin despite how hard it was to others as well as many other languages. Her most faltered language was English, yet she had lived in America for year and then learned English again in middle school. The others she had taught herself to speak and could speak them rather fluently. It was just something weird about her and she never really got it either. Her hand moved up and brushed tendrils of her fair caliginous obsidian hair behind her ear. Her bangs were quite long and were always in her eyes. They fell down nearly an inch past her chin and she never truly bothered to push them back with pins or anything. In school it would make other teenagers call her 'emo' or something like that. She never paid attention to what others had said about her because personally she didn't care. The only time she ever cared about what people said is when it was insulting toward her parents. That had only happened once to her and that kid had ended up in the hospital for a while. Hisaye was quite ashamed of that day, losing her temper like that. But that kid had it coming because no one insulted her parents. No one had the right to because they didn't know a damn thing about them. So unless they knew what they were talking about they deserved to just shut their traps.
"It's p-probably all c-coincidence," Good whispered as her eyes shifted down to the dark gray carpet. Despite her not really watching a pencil in her hand kept stroking against white drawing paper. She was sketching some black roses around a chain that was connected to a human wrist that to Hisaye looked like a female's. On the other side a skeleton hand clang to the chain and was tugging the hand upward meaning whoever it was would be going upward with it. It was a picture representing death taking someone away from the Earth and from everyone that person may have loved. "Kira…h-how could h-e be back? M-maybe someone is f-aking it...uh."
"Mother…don't you fool yourself," Hisaye's voice grew scolding as her head slightly turned more in the brunette's direction. "You're not that dumb and you know better then to think it's all coincidence. You know deep down that Kira is back but you don't want to admit it. Kira is back, mom, and that I am 100 sure on." Hisaye kept her eyes on Good's scarlet once with an intent stare. She watched her mother flinch and then bite her lower lip pretty hard as she shook ever so slightly. Her mother was pretty scared of anybody who had a Death Note and called himself or herself 'Kira' especially if that person was of the male gender. It was obvious the woman was trying to comfort herself into thinking Kira was finally gone forever. But it was also obvious to Good that she was lying to herself and Kira was on the loose yet again. But there was even more to it then that and Hisaye could predict from what she said what her mother was going to respond with. She wouldn't just go ahead and answer it, instead she would just let her mother say it then respond.
"Hisaye…" Here it came, Hisaye watched her mother look straight at her with a worried gaze. "Hisaye…you're…you're n-not…going to t-try and s-top him…a-are you?" A very soft chuckle escaped Hisaye's mouth, one that Good could only faintly hear and possibly mistake for just air. Then a smirk came across her daughter's features and she could tell by the look on her face what she was thinking. Her eyes widened as she felt her heart begin to pound with fear. "Oh no…please Hisaye…p-please don't…" Was there any use in begging? She knew her daughter all too well and a lot of the times wished she didn't. That look in her eyes she now held was a look Good had seen so many times, but not always was it from Hisaye. Hisaye was very much like her father though many claimed Hisaye was a lot like her mother. Good never could see how she was more like her then she was her father. But that didn't matter right now because what mattered was the answer she knew she was going to get.
"Oh mom, you know how I will answer you. You know me," Hisaye's smirk remained on her face, "but I will answer you anyways. Yes, I am going to get involved with this. I will catch Kira and bring him to justice before he gets too far and it's too late to go back. Are you going to help me?" A sudden look of question arose on her features as she moved from the soft couch she had been sitting on. Hisaye sat in a way others who did not know her father would consider 'strange' or 'abnormal'…same thing. Stepping over to where her mother sat she extended her hand out and gazed at her straight in the eyes, "will you help me?"
"…I-I hate it w-hen you say 100 s-sometimes…" Good whispered, her scarlet eyes closing softly. "Because w-when you say t-hat…y-you're never wrong." Her eyes opened and her hand extended and gripped onto Hisaye's. Her fingers intertwined with hers and she gave her daughter a gentle smile. Both had fair skin, but Good's was not as fair as Hisaye's. "W-why would y-ou even h-have to ask? You're m-my daughter, Hisaye…I'll a-always be there f-for you." She watched as her daughter's dead-looking eyes slightly brightened to show that she was pleased. She set the sketchpad aside and lifted herself up and pulled Hisaye toward her. Good was a lot shorter then Hisaye was, 5 inches to be exact. Good was only 5' 5" while Hisaye stood at 5' 10" when she stood up straight. But Hisaye slouched and it made her two inches shorter so it was easier for Good to wrap her arms around her daughter. She didn't have to stand on her tiptoes or anything. She felt Hisaye flinch slightly since the girl was never too fond of being loved on, but she accepted the embrace and returned it. Her mother meant the world to her and there was nothing she would not do for her.
"I w-ant you t-to promise me s-omething…" Good whispered softly as she held her daughter. "I-if you really d-do this case…I-I only ask o-ne thing…don't die. T-that's all I a-sk…don't die." She rested her chin affectionately on her daughter's shoulder and felt her eyes become wet with tears. The mere thought of losing Hisaye made her want to cry. She had lost the one she loved but she would not lose her daughter, her only reminder of the one she had adored. She would've done anything for him and now she would do anything for Hisaye. She had done things she'd never think about doing just to keep her daughter safe from danger. It amazed her what lengths she would go to for another person. Good had never thought she'd ever get so close as to do some of the things she did. She would've done it all for L, too. For her and L she would give the world for them or anything she could possibly have to offer. To feel that way toward someone was such bliss to her. Good was so happy she had been able to experience love if just for a short time. Now she got to experience the joy of loving a child and being a mother. It was the best thing that could've happened to such a broken soul as she. She felt as if she were healing the mental wounds she had received during the first 20 years of her life on Earth. Each wound had begun to slowly stitch itself together ever since she had met L, who had first introduced himself to her as 'Ryuuzaki.' She had met him during the Kira case because she had been looking for him and had met Matsuda. Good had wanted to help him catch Kira with her own Death Note and shinigami eyes. She had said she would do anything for him and would gladly assist in catching Kira. Even if she had to pay the 'ultimate' price, which would be her life. But in the end it had not been her life that was the 'ultimate' price. Instead, the ultimate price that had been paid was L's life. Good would've gladly given up her life just so he would be spared but no, that is not what happened. Good had merely been able to sit there on the other side of Light and watch him die right before her eyes. That was all she had been able to do and to this day she still mourned. She mourned on the very day of his death and would stay a lot longer at his grave then normal. Good did visit his grave, every single day, but on the day of his death she would stay possibly all night. It depended if she fell asleep or not. She would apologize to him every day because she blamed herself for his death. If only she hadn't lied to him! She could've saved his life from the horrible fate he had received way too early. But Light had told her…he had promised that if she kept quiet…that he wouldn't kill him. Good had been a fool for believing such nonsense and she knew she should've known better then that. But she had fallen for it…she had fallen for it! Now look where it had gotten them all. Hisaye was without her father and that was the person she looked up to the most. Good had often told her when she had been little all she knew about L and Hisaye would just listen and never interrupt. She, from the first day of learning about her father, wanted to follow in his footsteps and become a detective. She wanted to be just like him, and Good thought she was pretty close to it.
"Mother…" Hisaye murmured and pulled away from the embrace. Her hands were firm on her mother's shoulders and she looked at her straight in the eyes. "I promise I will not die. Mother…" her eyes grew full of determination, "I refuse to fail." With that she released her mother slowly and her expression turned serious. "I will bring Kira to justice…we will bring him to justice, together. Ok?" She watched her mother intently as the woman processed everything in her mind and tried to think of how she wanted to respond. She saw the slightest smile spread across her mother's lips and a slow nod.
"Yes…l-let's bring Kira t-to justice," Good replied, "…together."
It was Friday November 5, 2021…week 2 of Kira had almost come to an end. Hisaye had been correct on her assumption of Kira's killing pattern. It was much more organized then the others who killed at random. On week 2 of Kira being around Kira had killed 2 criminals per day. The TV stations were going wild and all around Tokyo she heard talk of the new 'Kira.' She didn't go out much anyways so the talk wouldn't annoy her to the point of her speaking her own mind on Kira. Hell, they'd all probably gang up on her and kill her if she spoke one negative comment against him. So she just remained the silent type of person she tended to be and would try and block out all the praises she suddenly heard yet again. Why couldn't Kira just stay in his dark hole? When would people learn that trying to take over the world was not possible? To become a god…there was no such thing therefore there was no way anybody could become a 'god.' All the ways the other Kira's had died…did this one know how they did? If do, did this Kira think they had a 'godly' death? The same thing was fated for this one because that's just what the Death Note did to you. If you used it then you would die quite a horrible death that was not in any way 'godly.' So why did people who gain a Death Note insist on trying? Was her mother the only person who ever got a Death Note that knew better? Knew that she could not change anything by herself with the likes of murder. Hisaye's mother would never kill anyone, anyways. Good thought any kind of killing was wrong, even the executions the police did to the criminals. To her no one in the world deserved a punishment like death but rather to live just not free. Those who had done crime should not be killed but should not be able to walk the world and continue to do wrong. Hisaye pretty much agreed with her about killing because killing another human being, no matter what they did, was still considered murder. Murder was the killing of another human, was it not? Hisaye thought about the dictionary definitions of murder but there were many. The three that stood out to her the most for this argument would be number 1, 4, and 5:
1.
Law. The killing of another human being under conditions specifically covered in law. In the U.S., special statutory definitions include murder committed with malice aforethought, characterized by deliberation or premeditation or occurring during the commission of another serious crime, as robbery or arson (first-degree murder), and murder by intent but without deliberation or premeditation (second-degree murder).
4.
Law. To kill by an act constituting murder.
5.
To kill or slaughter inhumanly or barbarously.
No matter how you looked at those definitions there was no right in what police did to criminals. Murder was the killing of another human being and that's what they sometimes did. Execution was the same as murder itself because you were still killing one of your own race. There is no such thing as a 'humane' death as everything about death is cold and cruel. But she and her mom were only two and nothing they ever did would change anything about what they did. Hisaye wished to change the world in some ways but she alone could not no matter how 'special' people would call her. One opinion against millions would not matter, as it would just be a squeak opposed to yells. Hisaye would bite her lip and keep her mouth shut just like she did on her opinion on Kira. Maybe one-day humans would come to realize their mistakes? No…the human race was ignorant and selfish. They would most likely be the end of their already rotting planet. Stripping the Earth dry of its natural resources and polluting and littering so that there is no beauty to look at anymore. Her crimson eyes narrowed at the thoughts she held against humans, yet she wanted to help them. She wanted to save other humans in hopes that the urge to help would spread. Like her mother had told her once when Hisaye had asked why she was always nice to people even though they were mean to her. Her mother had told her that 'if you could show compassion to others then maybe…just maybe…those people would show compassion to others and it will spread and bring peace to us all.' It was a hope of her mother to have peace among the human race no matter how impossible it seemed. Hisaye would hope and hope that one day her mother's hope would come to reality. She doubted she would live to see it but maybe her grandchild? Or maybe her grandchildren's children? If she had any children to spread out her family that far, that was. Hisaye never really planned on having a husband or having any kids at all. She just didn't want them unlike her mother who had wanted at least one in her lifetime. But hey, who knew? Maybe one day Hisaye would end up with children of her own and maybe one day before that she would fall in love with someone. She thought the chances to be rather low…30…but the chance was still there. But that was the chances of ever falling in love. Her chances of getting married or having kids were much lower then that. She guessed her marriage to be at 15 and children to merely be 8 or possible 8.5? Her children being planned would be that low and them being unplanned if she got a husband would be…20? She couldn't say anything for sure because she didn't know how she would change in the future or if she even had a future that far in life. That was the chances she kept as of now from her viewpoints she held right now. The percents could get lower or they could get higher depending on how she grew up and changed. It all was just a matter of waiting to see which answer will come up when the dice were rolled across the playing board.
On this particular day things seemed to be so slow and down then ever. It was the day her mother would stand in front of her father's grave for possibly the whole day and night. Today was the 16th anniversary of her father's death therefore Hisaye wore a black shirt today. But despite the normal feeling of depression Hisaye felt as if something else were wrong. Her eyes would constantly go over to her mother who looked out of it more then ever. Hisaye knew her mother was thinking back to the days she had spent with her father up till his death. But there was something else in her eyes that Hisaye just didn't understand and couldn't figure out. It was frustrating her as she felt her mother was hiding something from her. It made the girl want to pace back and forth but she resisted and remained standing quietly behind the couch. Her body would fidget every now and then to warn how uncomfortable she felt knowing something was being hidden from her by her mom. Her mom never hid anything from her so this was new and unpleasing to Hisaye. What was wrong? Hisaye so badly wanted to ask her mom but the woman looked so far away in her thoughts. Hisaye was unsure if she should bother her mother right now or not. Though it clicked in her mind her mother had wanted to go and pick some things up today. It was about 10:30 AM in the morning and they had wanted to be back before noon, right? It would take about a half an hour just to walk to where they were going! Then they'd have to walk to the shops, which meant…they wouldn't get home before noon. Not if they walked and only walked which they always did. Oh well, it wasn't like they had anything to really do when they got back anyways. Except for Hisaye getting on her computer and working on the Kira case that was. The girl and her mother had started to work on the case immediately after making the promise to solve it together. It was obvious to Hisaye this person was in Japan and she knew all about the Death Note. Her shinigami eyes would make this pretty easy, too. Just looking at Kira she'd know his or her's name and see no lifespan making that person Kira. It made Hisaye feel a little down that it would turn out to be so easy. She wished the Kira case to be a great challenge for her but her eyes would tell her everything she needed to know. Maybe a twist or something would come up and make this harder for her? A new challenge her father or Near had not been faced with during the Kira case they did. Her crimson optics shifted back to the clock and she flinched, they really had to go! It was 11 AM now and it'd be 11:30 or so when they got there. They'd definitely not make it in time to be back by noon!
"Mother," Hisaye moved up and placed a hand on her shoulder and shook her gently. "Mother, you wanted to go pick up some things today? We have to go right now." She watched her mother slowly turn her dull eyes toward her and felt her heart drop. Hisaye always felt like the mother when it came around to being this time of year. She swore her mother suffered from chronic depression but Good would never admit to it. Good always tried to not be down around Hisaye and had been trying ever since she was a little girl. But when she was alone, Hisaye knew her mother to go into episodes where she wouldn't be on Earth anymore. She'd be off somewhere in the distance lost in her swirl of thoughts and feelings. When she was alone, Hisaye knew her mother probably cried. But she would not cry when others were around her. Hisaye found that her mother always tried to keep herself busy when it came to be around this time of year. She would become highly active and Hisaye knew it was so she'd forget what time of year it was. So she would forget it was close to the day or the day Kira had murdered her loved one. That was probably the only reason they were really going out today. So her mother could forget that today was November 5th until she went out to the graveyard, where she would probably cry. She hated that her mother was always so sad so she wouldn't complain about having to be the adult this time of year. Hisaye had to act the part of the adult ever since she was about 13 years old and would often help her mom with many things. Just earlier this morning both had sat down and she had brushed her mother's hair while talking to her a little bit. But her mom was mostly staring off into space and wouldn't really reply with many words. Hisaye actually enjoyed brushing her mom's hair and she didn't mind it one bit. They had talked about how Good would let her hair be brushed but when Hisaye had been little she had refused to let Good help her and did it herself. To think of happier times made them both giggle softly but then Good would start thinking and go into a dead silence. "Come on mom, let's go." She took her mother's arm and lifted her up gently with a small smile on her lips.
"Hisaye…" Good whispered in her dulled voice as her depressed eyes watched her. "Hisaye…w-will you do m-e another f-avor?" She reached under her shirt before Hisaye could even say 'yes' and pulled out a black notebook. It was her Death Note, which she kept on her person at all times. That way if someone got into the house to look for it they wouldn't find it. They would only find it if they got their hands on her body and not many people tried that anymore. Hisaye was always close to where her mother was and would protect the woman from anyone who dared approach her in that way. She knew many times she had warned off males who felt like hitting on her or seeing if she would be interested in some 'fun' of sorts. She was grateful to her daughter for being so kind. It was now that she had to hand this over to her to hold because… "Hisaye…p-please hold t-his for me. D-don't let anyone e-lse touch it, only y-you." She took her daughter's hand and placed it onto her palm before letting it go and watching Hisaye grip onto it. "K-keep it on your p-erson, ok? J-just hold it f-for me for a w-hile…"
"All right, mom," Hisaye blinked as she stared down at the Death Note. What was up with her mother this morning? She was acting so strangely this morning and it was confusing her and frustrating her. She wanted to know what was on her mother's mind. What was wrong? Something was obviously bothering her but Hisaye doubted her mother would tell her what was wrong. So without any questions she slipped the black notebook under her shirt and placed it to where it would not fall. "So now that that's settled…let's go." She took her mother's hand and led her outside the apartment, down the stairs, and then off into the city.
Slowly the two made their way through the streets side by side. Good was watching her feet as they walked and her thoughts were a scattered mess. Today was the day she had lost him to Kira…she had lost him because of her lie. Why hadn't she told him? Why? Why had she believed Light to be truthful and that he would not take L's life? Why had she been the fool? Why? People passed her and most had watches, she listened to the tick-tock, tick-tock of their watches. Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock…her soul became even more depressed. The clocks were going down they were slowly, slowly going down to zero. Slowly, slowly…her eyes showed her each clock of life but it was the watches that went tick-tock. Good shook her head and placed it on her forehead, tick-tock, tick-tock…. now it was stuck in her head. She felt a shiver run through her body had she been right to think today on this day that…? Her eyes lifted and shifted to her left to watch Hisaye and her natural emotionless gaze. Tick-tock, tick-tock…the sounds the clock made seemed to grow louder and louder. Louder, louder, louder! Good closed her eyes tightly as she thought she was going insane. Was she finally just snapping? The noise kept growing louder in her head and her heartbeat was picking up as she shivered. She wanted it to stop…she wanted it all to just stop! Her eyes shut tighter and her hands slowly moved and covered her ears but the noise just kept getting louder and louder. It felt like it was right by her ears as if taunting her and then…silence. Good slowly opened her scarlet eyes and uncovered her ears. She looked around with the smallest turns of her head. She noticed Hisaye had not realized she had stopped and was walking up ahead to the place where they'd cross the road. To her left there was a road and to her right…she stared quietly and emotionlessly at the store to her right. It was a store that sold clocks and she was standing by the display window as each held the same time. Slowly she heard the tick-tock coming back but this time didn't even both to acknowledge it. Tick-tock, tick-tock…she tried to turn away from the clocks and move on but a click stopped her. A click…what was it from? Someone was behind her, yes, someone was behind her. The click…was it a gun? Why did no one see and scream? There were plenty of people around her so why did no one see? Was he or she hiding it behind something? Or did no one see because…tick-tock…tick-tock…tick…tock. So…this is where she left Hisaye behind. So soon? Good gave a soft smile to herself as she realized that it was coming. It was her time to go.
"Are you the one who holds the shinigami eyes?" A voice, a male's voice, asked her in a low tone. She nodded in response to him and listened as he continued. "I'm here to offer you to help me and if not…then I must dispose of you. So, what do you say?"
"W-what would I-I have to h-elp you w-ith?" Good whispered, but she already knew his answer and her own answer. She knew she was going to decline whatever her purpose for him would be.
"You will be my eyes and help me get rid of the few who may try and get in my way." She had known it…that is what they all would want her for. They wanted her for her shinigami eyes, but she would not let any of them have her or her eyes. No… she would not go against her own daughter. So she softly shook her head as her eyes shifted over to the clock. 11: 58: 47…11:58:48…her eyes shifted away from the clock and her smile grew wider. "I…d-decline…I will n-ot help you, never. T-those against y-ou are those I-I hold dear t-to me. I will n-not cross t-hem and would r-rather lose my l-life. So please…t-take my l-ife as I a-am no use to you." Her eyes closed, "…Kira…Fumito." There was a dead silence and she knew she was right. It was Fumito, just as she had thought so many years ago. Fumito…the little boy Hisaye had always played Detective with. The boy who had always played the criminal in the game and lost to her daughter in the end. She had always figured if another Death Note were to be dropped that somehow Fumito would end up with it. But why? She had no idea at all. It had always just been some thought in the back of her head this would happen. So now it was all coming to reality thought she had wished it hadn't. 11:59: 58…11:59: 59…She gave one last small smile and a tear rolled down her cheek as she whispered, "goodbye…Hisaye." 12:00:00 PM…a gunshot rang throughout the area.
Hisaye stopped dead in her tracks at the sound of a gunshot ringing through the air. Her eyes grew wide as she realized it was not far behind her. Quickly she looked around but found no sight of her mother. "Oh no…oh no…" She began to whisper as she tried to find Good. Where was she? Her mother did have a tendency to stop and stare at things at times or to wander off. She spun around and her eyes seemed to glaze straight over. Not even 5 feet away lying on the ground was her mother. Blood poured from the back of her head where she had been shot and a puddle had formed down to around her chest. "No…no…Mom!" Hisaye hurried back over to her mother and stopped right before her feet touched the blood. Moving over to her side, she touched her mother's shoulder and shook her lightly. "No, please mom, please…don't die. Don't go!" She felt her common sense fade away from her, as she should've known better then to mess with her mother. You weren't supposed to mess with a crime scene as it could screw up evidence. But she didn't care right now, that thought wasn't even crossing her mind. She was in shock, shocked that her mother was dead. Someone had shot her and she hadn't even realized she was gone until it was too late! Why hadn't she paid more attention? "Mom…" Her head lowered and she felt herself wanting to cry, but she held the tears in. She wouldn't let herself cry…not with everyone where. No, she refused to cry. Hisaye lifted her head slowly and began to look around. It was out the corner of her eye she saw someone running around the corner.
Kira! That was the first thought that had come to her mind. Kira had done this, she was sure of it! Who else would murder her mother? To Kira her mother would've been a huge obstacle to get over therefore he killed her. He couldn't kill her with the Death Note because her mom had no true name. So he had just plain out murdered her with a gun. How had he even gotten the gun without being licensed or being caught with it? Her eyes grew darker as she stood up and chased after him at a full speed run. She wouldn't let him get away with this! She raced around the corner and saw the person. But she couldn't see his face he was hidden by a cloak. Of course…who would stand out in broad daylight and show their face when they were intent on murder? She would just have to tear the cloak off him and see who it was! Did he even know he was being followed? Hisaye was catching up on him rather easily. Her hand outstretched and she nearly grabbed his cloak, but apparently he had known. The person spun around and threw a fist at her and Hisaye hurriedly ducked to narrow avoid it. Scrambling back up to her feet she blocked another punch and send a kick out at him. He jumped back and Hisaye jumped forward, snatching at his dark brown cloak and trying to tear it off. He just barely moved to where her fingertips merely brushed against it and then threw out a punch that hit her square in the stomach. Hisaye stumbled backwards and coughed but her eyes had caught something right before the punch. Before it had made contact and her fingers had barely brushed against his dark brown cloak, she had caught sight of a green lock of hair. She now watched as she held her stomach as the man disappeared into the darkness of an alleyway…as if he'd never been there at all.
Hisaye had returned to her mother's dead body and sunk to her knees. Screw sitting in her normal posture right now…she didn't want to think. She wanted her thinking rate to drop down by 40…she wanted it to. She didn't want to think about how her mother was dead. She didn't want to think about how she had failed at actually seeing who had done it. She just didn't want to think at all. Her pale hands slid underneath her mother and turned her over so she lay on her back. Her crimson eyes held hints of tears forming in them and she wrapped her arms around the young woman. Hisaye pulled her close and embraced her dead mother, shivering as she did. It had been lightly raining this whole day but now the rain seemed to pour down harder. She didn't care for the fact she was soaked now. Off in the distance she heard the sirens of the police coming to where she was. They had heard from a phone call of the shooting and now were on their way to investigate. Hisaye didn't care…she just didn't care right now. She didn't even care for the fact her clothes were getting stained with blood. The sirens were growing louder and louder but her mind was gone, blank. She couldn't think about anything right now but the numb feeling she had inside of herself. The only person who had always ever been there…gone. Stripped away from her life when she was still a young teenager. Well…middle-aged teenager, but that didn't make it right. Hisaye swallowed her tears back and sighed, closing her eyes. It was then she felt something poking at her under her shirt. Her eyes opened and she slowly reached under her shirt and pulled out the black notebook. Her hands were shaking still as one held the notebook and the other held onto her mother. Hisaye set her mother down gently back where she had been then gripped the Death Note with both her hands. "So…" she whispered as she flipped through the empty notebook. "This is why you wanted me to hold onto it…" She flipped to the middle and noticed a sketch in there. It was the one Good had been working on not too long ago and had completed. The depressing drawing of the female human hand with the handcuff on it and then a skeleton hand, Death, tugging on it. The black roses were in the background as well as other patterns. It was nicely shaded but not in color. Good had shaded it with a pencil. "You knew…" her tears were trying to force their way back up, "somehow you knew you were going to die. So you made me hold onto it…so when you died I'd become the owner of the Death Note." She held the notebook close to her as she heard the sirens about a block away. "So…Kira…this is where it all begins, isn't it? This is your declaration of war to me? I already have an idea of who you are…" she smirked suddenly, "so let the games begin."