Boredom feeds adventure. Adventure leads to disaster. One small slip up and the world and all its being falls into chaos. These dangers mean nothing a one such being. Respectable as he is, or was, a childish nature that's fueled by adventure will always keep him coming back. Never deters his spirit, his will. And his might. Young for his age, and young for his title. He is both sides of the same coin.

Explain to his friends why he never learns. Why he keeps this up. The same messes, yet in different worlds. Yes different worlds. Yet they all are somewhat the same, yet different. Same animals, and people, but different layouts and maps. With creatures believed or forgotten. Maybe still exist. But this time, he will be caught off guard. With a world so similar yet has a being never seen by his kind's eyes. One with power that could destroy humanity.

Passion is what keeps me

Greed is what feeds me

Hatred is what loves me

Evil is what leads me

Boredom is what forces me

Entertainment is what fuels me

Dakota is my name,

And Entertainment is my game

Third person

The busy streets of a place still unknown to him. He was stalking in the alleyways of this so called busy city. Fiery green eyes lighting up the dark alley. He did not belong here. Exactly why he stood hidden, silently observing a species he somewhat detested, yet respected. They were smart, interesting, and well upright. Walking on two legs, while only he walked on four. Make no mistake, He was just as intelligent as them.

If you looked closer at him you would think he was a lion. The golden fur and body shape would give it away. But that's not all he has, not even close. Claws more like talons, dew claws on the outside of his feet.

A longer thicker tail than any lion's. Pointed wolf like ears lay just under a pair of golden horns stretching out behind him. No mane like a lion, just a thick english labrador like head. Still not all, thick muscular legs, shoulders that stretched out to hold a pair of wings. Dragon like, but more bat like in terms. The wing membrane was a mix of warm reds and oranges. A faint barely visible scar, ran all along his left side. From his cheek all the way to the base of his tail. A wide and long scare it was.

This is why he stayed hidden, these people would freak. Not to mention they appeared to not speak english here, or any language he was accustomed with. He could very well blend in if he pleased, yet he doesn't. What he needed was information of them, and this busy crowded place.

Tv screens were mounted onto towering buildings, with nothing really that interested him to any degree. Ads, some news and… Did he just hear that right? Someone was speaking some form of english after each sentence. Something about a… Killer? A killer who doesn't need to be there to kill.

That fact alone spark and immediate interest. Ears flying forward as he started to scale a building, reaching the top with ease. Eyes staring into the big screen among the building walls. Picture of who had just died. The name of said killer; Kira. The creature listened intently, eyes never once leaving the tv screen across the street.

The news reported said something in a different language, but then translated it into english. "Kira has struck again. Two criminals have died in their cells by KIra's infamous heart attacks." He tilted his head at that, heart attacks. If he were thirty years younger he would say; Hell no. Not even possible.

His tail twitched with annoyance, but that wasn't all he was feeling. If this Kira was that good, a challenge was just born then and there. Entertainment was his game, and Dakota was his name.

Said being known as Dakota let one small fact slip in his staring from above the roof top. He was standing right at the edge of the building, overlooking the busy street filled with hundreds of people. All the noises kept him from noticing he'd been spotted. Only when a camera flash, followed by many others blinding his eye sight.

Causing the one called Dakota to flinch and cover his eyes. Pupils dilating from the sudden lighting change. Then came the shouting and screaming, people crowding together in attempts to see what all the ruckus was.

Ears perked forward as he stared down at the offending crowd, some ran, others took the chance to record his presence. Then the news vans came, people rushing out with expensive equipment and police showed themselves in a matter of seconds. Likely because they were in the area or Dakota had been so lost in staring he lost track of time and exposed himself.

Suddenly he was on the big screen he was previously staring at, a more zoomed in version from what most down there would be seeing. Immediately he was impressed by such technology. They were indeed the most advanced world he'd ever had the pleasure of coming to.

Police were setting up a blockage, pushing back everyone except their own. Pulling out black hand held items which Dakota had never scene. What did they think they could do from down there. No bows, crossbows, nothing but black L shaped objects. Stupidly he held his ground, watching the police now with more interest.

Said black objects were pointed directly at him as others stood by. Craning his head to try and get a better view on what exactly they were doing, honestly seeing them as a minimal almost non existent threat. He was dead wrong.

The next moment a loud bang sounded off, making his already sensitive ears ring. The next second or less after that something hit him like a train. Whatever it was it landed square in his chest, causing him to rear up and cry out at the unexpected hit.

More were fired at him, and it didn't take long to know what was shooting them. Those black objects that are commonly known as guns or firearms. Multiple hitting him along his exposed belly.

Unconsciously his wings spread out to their full length, one that could accommodate a five hundred pound, five foot five inches tall animal. About the size of a medium sized horse. That made more and more bystanders flee, but those police and news people stayed put. Like they didn't fear for their own well being.

Those large wings lifted him effortlessly off the ground, with minimal pain as only one bullet really came near them. These so called police only became more aggressive, trigger happy at the most. Firing more and more at him. Some hit, some missed.

As he gained more momentum, Dakota made his escape, using the building behind him as cover. If they wanted to him him they'd have to come to his level.

As he fled the scene one thought graced his panicked mind. 'Damned humans. Always the same no matter what world I go to.' Dakota was bleeding somewhat bad, but it shouldn't take long to heal, as long as he removed what he knew was stuck in his hide. Carelessly leaving a blood trail as he flew low to the building roof tops, using them as cover.

Third Person/Unknown Location

"Did you see that?" Someone unknown said with no emotion, nothing at all. Sounding like a robot.

An old man, glasses, gray hair and a goatee stood behind a figure crouched down by a computer that had it's home on the floor. Said old man wore a suit. Perhaps some kind of butler, perhaps not. His response to the question was. "Yes, you think it's fake?" Said man asked.

The crouched figure wore a loose white shirt and baggy pants. His hair was a void black, untameable by any means of hair accessories. Wide eyes stared at the screen, the only source of light in the room. Heavy bags rested under those very eyes. The computer replaying a scene that seemed like something from science fiction.

"Looking at it a third time makes me believe there's an 80% chance that this is indeed quite real. However I do believe whatever it was will remain hidden for some time Watari." Said the stoned looking human. "Shall I send this to your successors L?" Watari asked, bending down to pick up an empty plate that rested by the one known as L. "No, I myself want to look into this. After All this could have some kind of connection to the Kira case, not matter how small the chances are."

"I trust your judgement. I'll go see if I can get any files on this from the NPA on this." Watari stated simply, making his way out of the dark and empty room.

L didn't respond, but only kept on replaying the only footage and evidence of this new case he was about to take on, but it was possible it was Kira related. It just had to be. Part of him wanted it to be.