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Should I have known that the detective L had information on the killer, Kira, I would have stolen the notes at the time. But, instead of having to wait, Kira jumped in and decided to do the work for me.
I was kept in the Wammy house until I was about high school age, 14. The house was meant for kids who had no parents, either they were left behind, or their parents were killed. Now, preferably Kira was the killer of the adults. But that is just a guess. It was inadequate, and an unrelated one as a matter of fact. I needed more information on the killer before I can go around assuming those kind of things. So just to make things a little more easy for me, I decided to investigate the situation on my own.
I did not worship Kira, but I did respect that his work was exceptionally outstanding. I loved to kill as well, but the way I did it was so simple, and fluent. Unlike Kira, who killed with such difficult precision. I looked at my screen of the computer I had gotten a while back for my research, and all I saw was Kira murders flooding the Internet. These people were really hyped up on this whole Kira thing. I have seen the page the killer has, and I would be lying if I said I was not impressed. Scrolling through the page I became unamused after a while, and decided to get off the device and search my hotel room for the knife I had hidden. "Ah, there it is." I swiped a cold object underneath the room's bed. I felt ecstasy as I grasped the knife tightly within my palm.
Kira was indeed clever, but I was quick to react in a situation most needed for swiftness and agility. Unlike the other killer, I killed my victim quickly, to avoid any unnecessary suspicions. After I swooned delightfully over the thought of how I planned out such schemes, I placed the knife in my back pocket and walked over towards the exit to the main hall of the hotel. It was completely empty. I smirked, the clarity of the hall was almost inevitable. Since most days it is like this, despite a few people walking around here and there. But today it was like everyone was wiped off the face of the planet. Or so it seemed to me. As I walked down the empty hallway towards the exit of the building, I paused. A male, not much older then me now, me being 18, a sophomore in high school, was sitting on a metal bench in the corner of the waiting room. I starred at him a long while before walking over to the brunette, and asking for identification.
"Hello, my name is B." This was a psuedonym I used, only because I am cautious, and with the whole Kira investigation I am doing, I need to be careful. Kira can use a name, and or face to kill. I had used detective L's notes to figure that out. The male glanced over at me, I could tell he was smiling at something, that was now obviously hidden.
"May I ask what you were doing there?" I stood in front of him. He shook his head instinctively, "Oh, I was just thinking about my grade I got on my Algebra exam." I placed my hand on the wall as he tried to get up, impelling him to tell me what he was doing. I predicated that this male could be Kira, but again I have no proof, and this assumption could be inadequate. "May I ask what your name is?" I tried so hard to keep from spilling out my assumption and trying not to be so blunt about the whole thing. This guy knew nothing about me, neither the knife I had kept well hidden within my pants back pocket. If he dare make a move, I will kill him. He sat back down and sighed. "I am Kira." I paused, alright, this guy just told me he was Kira, does he trust me or something? I stood in front of him with a grin sketched across my face. "Ah, so you are the killer of perfection?" He cocked his head to the side in a questioning manner.
"Hm? Now why is it you say that?" The male shifted on the bench, looking almost abstracted by something. "Because, I have watched you Kira, and I have done some research on your sites. Do you check them often? I am impressed with how many followers you have." I guess I will just 'add more kindling to the fire' to make it a lot more easier collecting information of the stranger who calls himself Kira. And sadly, I found myself having a communion with the guy.
The morning flew by, but even in that short amount of time, I had enough to identify the subject while sitting in the café with him. He told of how he obtained a notebook, in which can kill others by just having oneself give the holder a first and last name. Then about his reasons for the killings, he told me it was because he wanted to make a more flawless, clean world. Wipe the planet of all murders, wars and violence in general. As he spoke, I stared blankly at the cup of coffee I had ordered, along side the toast with strawberry jam slathered all over it. "Sorry to interrupt, but I don't believe you properly introduced yourself earlier in the hotel. Before we go any further with this, do you mind telling me your name?" I wanted to laugh, I had to act like a normal person around this guy, there really is no reason why, I just thought that the male would question me if I said his name without him properly introducing himself.
His name was Light Yagami, as far as I am concerned. I forgot to say one thing, I am one who had Shinigami eyes. I can see names and lifespans above another human's head. "My name? Oh yeah, Light Yagami is my name sir." He does not have the eyes, but he does have a Shinigami. I have seen Ryuk, the Shinigami of Light after we started heading out toward the café. This worried me, because Ryuk knows I have the eyes. And if he were to tell Light, I would be very unhappy. I might have to kill him. And that is not what I intended.
"Light Yagami?" I felt a quirk smile begin to form as I examined the male up and down. He was extraordinary. I decided to take a bite of my toast and munched on it slowly. I love jam, but I am not much of an eater, the toast that the jam was slathered on was way too filling for me. I placed the toast down after a few bites and slid it to the side.
I watched as the brunette looked over at the plate. "You do not eat much do you?" I nodded slowly as I adjusted my self in the seat, it was uncomfortable for my taste. "I do not, no." I starred into his eyes, they were cold, yet so soft, I could tell he was thinking about me. Light reached a tossed the table and grabbed my shirt. "May I ask you a question?" I pulled his hand off and nodded. "Go right ahead." Light sighed and sat back down in his seat. "Will you help me, maybe live with me?" I held back a laugh. Why would this stranger ask me to live with him a day after meeting him? Oh well, I won't object, I inhaled the fresh sent of baking bread and roasting coffee. "Sure, why not. Do you have a room?" Light frowned, he didn't, well, this would be harder then I thought then. Light shrugged, "You may share a room with me." At this point I was a bit discomforted, the seat wasn't the only thing causing this. It was because I took a liking to the guy, and he was asking me to live with him. "Uh, yes, I can deal with that..." I lied, this was a little embarrassing, even for me. I could kill so much easier with him. But I disliked living with others. And Kira was the last person I wanted to even think about living with.
I have to admit this male was pretty intelligent, who would have known that living him would keep me covered from any other suspicion. L was dead, and I am now in the clear. I also heard that the males father was in the task force. Oh, well that was news to me, however, such delightful news. Having a friend whose father was of the task force, would help me be twice as protected. "Light, show me to your room of which I will be staying." I asked as I walked into his house. His mother glanced over at me and smiled, I despised kind people, and it killed me to be nice. But I smiled at her and greeted her politely. If I did otherwise, I could have been kicked out. I was thinking, Light has such a kind family, is that why he has a tendency to take complete strangers to the café we went to? I believe he has a kind heart, it sickens me to think of such. But he is just so consumed by that notebook, he shut out that kindness. Now that is what I like.
I followed him up the wooden stairs to the top floor of their house. I had to admit, the place was very roomy. Light opened the door and a piece of paper fell out. I was curious and I picked up the scrap, I glanced over and saw the male smiling at me. "I will explain that to you soon, for now rest up a bit." He walked over to his computer desk and placed his bag on it. I decided to plop down and stretch out across the male's neatly made bed. He seemed delighted to see me like this, or as far as I could tell. I didn't care much for his weeaboo smile. I closed my eyes and rested up a bit.
It was the next day, 10:00 am that I finally had woken. This does not make any sense, I thought that I took only but a quick nap, not a migration! I sighed as I lazily got out of the comfortable bed. To my surprise the sheets were over me, and last time I checked, when I started the 'nap' the bed was completely made and I was above the sheets. Light had to of done this. I blushed severely hoping that I didn't miss anything else in my sleep. I wobbly got to my feet and walked aimlessly around the bedroom. "Light-kun, I swear, if you don't help me.." I tripped over an object whilst trying to find the door and noticed myself clinging on to a piece of fine cloth. Oh dear God, I was clinging onto Light, and it was his foot that tripped me. "Sir, I have a word to pick with you." I said bluntly as I wiped myself off any unnecessary cologne stench, that stuff gives me a migraine I swear. Left off.
Light smiled at me. Ugh, his smile, it is what kills me the most. "Light, why is it the sheets and comforter was above me when it was below me yesterday. Light rolled his eyes. "B, I have to sleep too." I paused and thought for a bit. He slept with me...
I don't think he did any harm to me, we are just friends, and we only had one bed. So it didn't bother me. Light told me that he slept far to the side to give me some space. I believe him. I decided to walk downstairs, the smell of fresh baked bread wafted through the house. I hope the family had some strawberry jam, I was so hungry, and that it fairly rare.
"B, are you hungry?" I heard Light's mother call out from the kitchen, I hesitated to answer but yes, I was indeed starving. "Yes ma'am." I replied. "Alright, bread is on the table, do you mind getting Light down here so he may eat as well?" I nodded, even though I didn't really want to, but I walked up stairs and tapped the brunette on the shoulder. "Your mother says the food is ready and that she wants you down..." I paused and looked down at what the male had been doing. The Death Note, but I searched all over his room for that thing, did he keep it hidden? "I have to admit Yagami, your a very clever man." He grinned and glanced over his shoulder. "B, this is only temporary, I need you to hold on to the book when I leave this afternoon." I was handed the book that had already had at least 20 names on the new page. I slid the book in my book bag and nodded. But I was curious, where was he going? "Light-kun, where exactly are you leaving to?" Light stood from his chair and walked over to the door. While turning the door knob he motioned me to move forward. I did as he instructed. "B, you know that I work for the task force now, don't you?" I nodded, because of course I knew.
Light Yagami has been working for the force ever since detective L, or better known as Ryuzaki Lawliet had died. I am sadly mistaken for L, the only difference in both our appearances is that he has shaggy, wild hair with dark grey eyes, and I myself have straight, smooth hair and red eyes. L was supposedly an amazing detective, and ever since he died by Kira, Light had taken over as the new L. I asked the male if I could be L, I looked a lot like him, and it would be easier for me to keep cover. Light nodded in reply to my question. Finally, I could actually go somewhere.
I walked downstairs with Light after we had talked, his mother seemed highly disappointed. Preferably with me, since I was the retriever. "B, I thought I told you to get Light down here, 20 minutes ago." I shrugged. The woman amused me when she was angry. "Ma'am, he was studying, and he asked if I could help him. I guess I was too caught up in helping that I forgot, my apologies." I rolled my eyes as she turned her attention towards the bread on the table. "Alright, well before they become stale come eat." Me and the brunette beside me nodded. As I walked into the kitchen I glanced over at the table and saw a teenager girl. It was a possibility this was the Yagami sister. I smiled at her only to be nice, it still hurt me to do this. To my surprise she jumped out of the chair and hung on me. "Excuse me miss. Please, I am uncomfortable with others touching me." As soon as that was said she got off and went back to her chair. I still disliked the kindness shown.
"Light, do you have any jam?" The brunette watched as I picked at the bread.
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