I'm back, for the umpteenth time... haha. Anyways I'd like to apologize to any of you who'd read any of my previous fanfictions, such as 'Notes From a Ghost'. I've never really finished any of these, but I've already got up to four chapters written for this one! Plus I have a ton of ideas in mind for future stories. There for awhile I pretty much just stuck with roleplaying, but it just doesn't cut it anymore. So be looking out for updates and make sure to rate and review.
Friday, January 2, 2004
Blue orbs scanned across the computer screen behind black framed lenses that reflected a glare, her fingers tapping away at the keyboard. It had been a week now, today marked the first week since Emiko's everyday life had taken a drastic turn. It's been a week now, a entire week since her mother had been killed by Kira. Now when you went off saying that most would assume 'You're mother was a criminal!' it was quite the opposite though.
A deep breath escaped passed Emiko's lips she still couldn't believe she was actually doing this. Sure she wasn't a novice at hacking, but she'd never hacked into something quite so serious; that something being the police's database. It wasn't as if she had any choice though, her knowledge of the case was limited to the few files her mother happened to leave behind and what was available to the public. That just wouldn't do, she wanted to know more, needed to know more. Now Emiko didn't have the idea of miraculously solving the biggest case of the century, that was L's job, she just couldn't sit around and wait for that to happen.
Emiko's mother had been one of the twelve FBI agents that were wrongfully killed by the mass-murderer. From the beginning she hadn't agreed with what Kira was doing and that only gave her a reason to hold a personal grudge against he or she. It really shocked her just how easily the masses could follow this person like blind sheep. They knew not a name nor a face, only that he killed in the name of justice in some unknown way.
Fingertips hovered over the enter key as if hesitating to do so. Rightfully too, this was not your everyday SQL injection. No, this was some serious business and if she got caught there was no telling what would happen. Emiko tried to push the thoughts aside telling herself she'd taken every precaution to make sure this wasn't traced back to her, but there was always the possibilities that you just couldn't entirely rule out.
"Yes.." she muttered to herself a smile falling across her face. First step of overriding the firewall was complete, but it wasn't the time to get cocky just yet. Bypassing the authentication login was the next part and if she could just succeed in doing that then she'd be set. Once again she began typing away making sure to take all the time in the world. All it would take was one little mess-up, just one little piece of information leaked through for them to catch her. Just a few of those 'electronic bread crumbs' was sometimes enough to back-hack a 'cracker'.
Kira was far from justice, though, and so very far from being a god. A god could do no wrong; and all this killing made this Kira no better than the criminals that they punished. Was everyone really so ignorant? Or was it simply fear that led them to support this so called deity. The world that this mysterious tyrant was striving for was nothing more than a reign of terror.
Unconsciously Emiko bit down on her lip as she remained in her hunched over position leering over her progress. She had already gotten this far, surely she could make it the rest of the way. There was that annoying paranoid side of her that kept thinking up all sorts of what ifs. Like what if she'd already been found out and the cops were on their way now? To be honest she couldn't decide what would be scarier the going to jail or her fathers reaction. Typing in the last of the code she drew in a deep breath just hoping she hadn't made a mistake. But there it was, the files and files of victims that flooded her monitor like a holy grail. A smirk fell across her face as she reached for her flash-drive. Now just to download these and get wipe the evidence from her computer.
Wednesday, January 7, 2004
That had been nearly a week ago now, and slowly, but surely she was becoming less and less anxious. Periodically she'd get back on for any new information, but she was really trying to limit how often she hacked into their database. Fortunately she had found quite a lot of valuable information regarding the case and more specifically a profile on Kira. Of course none of it was set in stone, they were just assumptions based on what little they knew. In fact there was only one thing in particular that peaked her attention. Apparently they believed him to be a student, which made perfect sense considering the hours he struck. Conveniently school time was left out of that equation. Still it made her feel downright uncomfortable to even begin to think that Kira could be in the same building as her, or even sitting in the very classroom she was in at the moment. Despite that the chances of Kira actually being a student at her school was slim to nothing making her assumptions sound entirely irrelevant.
"Katsura-san." a voice called ripping her from her thoughts. Emiko had hardly noticed she had been in such a deep daze until she glanced up to the annoyed expression of her teacher and the sudden realization of not knowing what was going on. Akiyama sensei was a small, mousy looking woman that kept hair pulled back so tight in a bun that her scalp looked like it was about to pop off.
"Ah, yes?" she replied nervously. Oh how she hated being put on the spot like this, it always made her feel as if every set of eyes in the room were all on her at once just burning into her.
"Would you be so kind as to work the problem out on the board for us?" the older woman said a hand to her hip. Emiko only nodded as she pulled herself up from her seat awkwardly inching her way to the front of the classroom. Akiyama sensei often picked on her, calling Emiko out in front of the class. She assumed it was most likely because she rarely turned in her homework or participated in class. On the contrary Emiko's test scores were at the top of her class, which is the only reason she'd been accepted into a private school. Emiko had better things to do in her free time other than homework, not to mention she found it pretty useless when she understood the material it was over.
Uncapping the marker she began to write the only sound to be heard in the dead silence was the sound of the felt tip against the white board. Finishing up the last of it she glanced over at the teacher waiting for her approval before she'd seat herself.
"That's correct, good job." the dark headed woman said before going off on some other tangent that Emiko successfully muffled out letting herself be taken away by her thoughts once again.
The rest of the day had been about as uneventful as you could imagine, just your usual drab day at school. Thankfully the very last bell signaling the end of the day finally came and with it she was ready to get home and get to what she found most important, her research. Walking down the packed hall amongst the bustling crowd she wasn't exactly in a hurry, but then again she never really was.
"Emi-chan!" one of her friends yelled her way.
"Hey Maika-chan." she said coming to a halt so she could catch up. Maika was a petite girl with dark brown hair trimmed into a bob-cut, kind of ditzy, but a great friend nonetheless.
"The test scores are out." she began excitedly latching onto Emiko's arm. Who got excited over these things? It seemed she'd drag her there regardless. "Are you going to prep school today?" Maika interjected as they walked.
"Nope, I'm busy again." Emiko said giving her the same vague excuse that she always did.
"That's what you always say!" she said her lips pursed. "And you never tell me what you're doing either." she added jabbing Emiko in the side lightly with her elbow.
Emiko only shrugged as they worked their way up to where the scores were posted. "I told you, I've got things to do at home." she said like every other time. Maika sighed in response as if she knew to go ahead and give up in defeat.
"Ah, second again, Emi! How so you always do so well, and neck-in-neck with Yagami-kun." she said continuing to ramble on about how he was the best student in the school with top grades.
"As expected of Katsura-san." a male voice reached her ears. Craning her head to the side she gave the newcomer a sideways glance and who other than Light himself.
"You still placed first." she said in a nonchalant tone. Tugging at the strap of her heavy bag that hung over her shoulder she turned on her heels giving the two a wave before either had the chance to speak up.
Eyes widened a bit behind her glasses, a box popping up on her screen full of code. "Trying to back-hack me? I don't think so." she said frantically typing away in attempt to hide any info from whoever this was. "Shit..." she cursed aloud biting down on her lip. It they got to her IP address it was all over, they'd catch her just like that. What had she done or left behind? Emiko's mind raced a mile a minute as she frantically tapped away at the keys. She was trying her best to cover up her tracks and erase any trace of her ever being there in the first place. Unfortunately between the the wild thumping of her heart in her chest and the terrible sinking feeling in her stomach it was becoming hard to concentrate.
The sound of her door being pushed opened beckoned her to whirl around in her chair. "Dad-" she said her eyes widening at what she saw.