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Chapter 1

I watched the news as they made another Kira report. About ten more people died in the prison not far from my own home. Fear coursed through me as I thought about the amount of deaths that have escalated in the last month. A lot more people have died in the last month than in the previous year. Kira wasn't even called Kira until about two months when the police finally notice that the amount of deaths in the prisons was abnormal. Kira seems to b more diligent in his homicides. While I know I shouldn't be worried, I'm still scared Kira will find a reason for killing me. All he needs is my name and face, according to the head detective on his case, and I'm done for.

So to protect myself, ever since the Kira killings started to pick up, I started to take my college courses online as a precaution. It was slightly safer that way. It has come to my attention, during reading the news on the Internet, (I should have been doing my homework), that the worldwide known detective named L has been trying to bring down Kira. He uses the alias of L to keep his name safe. No one has ever met him in person. So I think he's safe for now. With him working on the case, I feel at least a little bit reassured that Kira will lost the war against L. L has never failed a case yet; there's no reason for him to fail in one now.

I continued to watch the news while eating my snack (an apple!). It was broadcasted that soon a special on Kira would start. Those were on quite often now a days. How other people could support and love Kira is beyond me. He's a cold-blooded killer; hence his name. Us Japanese used the English work 'killer' and pronounced it the way we would.

I turned off the news and went to throw away the remains of my snack. I live by myself here. My apartment was near the college I look online courses from, so if I ever needed help, it was there. Living by myself has always been a joy of mine. I've never liked people too much and too many people have always made me nervous. I venture out into the world only when I need groceries and the like. Even then I don't like to be gone for too long. Call me insecure but that's just me.

I walked across my apartment and checked the kitchen to see what there was for dinner. There wasn't much… my fridge only had some jellies, pickles, and milk, and my cupboards were practically bare. Looks like I need to go to the store again. Great…

I proceeded to get ready and once I was, with my shoes on and a presentable look of jeans, a t-shirt, and brushed hair, I grabbed my jacket, keys, wallet, and cell phone. I also grabbed pepper spray just in case any creeps decided to try anything on the way to the store. You never know what's going to happen.

After arriving at the store and getting everything I needed, I walked out the door only to run into someone and fall onto my butt. It hurt.

"Itaiii!" I winced while getting up and stated to pick up my groceries to see them already gathered by the person I ran into.

"Are you alright? I didn't see you there." I looked at the person standing in front of me. It was a guy with dark hair and onyx eyes. That's not an eye color you see everyday. The man was slightly slouched over and looked around my age, but he might be a bit older. In his hands were my groceries gathered back into their bags. I tried to make eye contact with the guy, I've always believed that it's disrespectful not to, but he was looking up with one thumb on his lip. He seemed to be deep in thought. He started muttering to himself and I listened closely.

"I'm usually more perceptive than that. Hmmm… That's strange. It's possible my brain activity has decreased due to my lack of sugar intake in the last six hours." I stared at him confused. Was he talking to me? He looked like he was talking to himself. This guy is a nut job! I put my hand in my pocket on my pepper spray, ready if this guy really is crazy.

He looked down at me. "Or this is all your fault. This seems to be more likely. 97% more likely in fact."

I gaped at him. Excuse me! Who does he think he is?! That was just plain rude! No wonder I hate being around people.

He continued to talk, but this time he addressed me, "Oh, sorry, I was just talking to myself." He stated. I stared at him and scoffed. Wow, I must be psychic.

Not wanting to stay in public any longer, I spoke, "Can I have my groceries back please? I need to get home." Without taking my hand off of my pepper spray, I took my groceries from the man and looked at him again.

He looked back at me and said, "Certainly, it's a good idea for you to be getting home. It's not safe for a young girl like you to be outside at this hour. It's going to be dark soon."

He started to turn, but then turned back to me and looked me straight in the eye, "Oh, and you can take your hand off of the pepper spray, I'm not going to do anything.

I scowled. This guy sounded kind of cocky. I gave him a hard look and replied, "I don't think I will; considering it's the only weapon I have and you are an unknown person. You could be Kira for all I know. Although I highly doubt it. You aren't self-absorbed enough and you haven't asked for my name."

He didn't even look shocked. "Well, watch out for him, he has been preying on young ladies like you lately."

I walked away. "I'm well aware of that. Thank you for your help with my groceries. Without turning around, I called back, "Thank you for your concern, but I don't need it." I waved, still facing home, and walked away.

When I got back to my dismal apartment, I stopped for a second. That man, however strange he may be, was right. I should be more careful now a days; even more so than I already am.

After thinking about that, I decided to do something about it in the morning. So I had my dinner and then went to bed.

The next morning I woke up to find it only 3 o'clock in the morning. Damn insomnia. I've always had a problem with staying asleep. Even more so lately. With all of the killings and Kira happenings, who knows who will be the next victim? Maybe that's why I'm so on edge.

Due to my waking up so early I was able to finish a book that I had started reading two nights before. I found that I'm always reading something. Especially fantasy books. From the time I was a little girl, I have loved escaping to a different world where anything is possible. Escaping to a strange, new world has always been a pastime of mine.

When I finished the book I looked at the clock to find it was already seven o'clock. Reading really passes the time quickly. So I proceeded to eat breakfast and watch the news. Something interesting always happens between the time I go to bed and when I watch the news again.

"Another victim was claimed last night. The young girl was killed in the Kyoto district near the apartments by the college. In apartment 2A to be exact.

I went to my computer and printed out the news on the latest killing and stacked it with the others. Ever since the young girls started dying, I've been keeping the news stories to try and find any patterns in the murders. I've been keeping them and anything the detectives tell the public on file to try and find anything interesting. I've done this before, but this case has caught my attention more than the others.

I've been studying to be an investigative detective and professors at the college recommended working on current cases to practice for when I actually graduate and get a job. I have done as good as the real detectives and sometimes even better! With past cases anyway. I keep most of my findings to myself, since the three top detectives in the world also take on most of the cases I take on, and they figure it out as quickly or faster than I do.

With this case though, I haven't found anything peculiar yet. There are no patterns besides the people killed are in prisons or, as of late, young girls. That's the strange thing though. Usually, Kira kills only criminals. These girls murders were just like the ones in the prisons, the victims were just different. L and company hadn't put anything on the news, so I surmised they must be as baffled as I was.

I was looking over all of my material and information on the case and then I spotted something. I froze. This can't be right! There was no way…

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Kevan Starks