ADME 1
A/N: SO here I am again with a SEQUEL. This is my first sequel too. I asked, and you told me it was a good idea so here we go. Now, I'm not sure this will go so make sure you let me know ^.^ Oh and this one is also first person perspective, not third. I thought it might help for you to get inside the characters head, and share their thoughts.
We live in a world of paranoia. Everyone fears Kira, even the good fear him…that is to say me. I admit I revelled in it. I was cold, almost cruel in the way I passed judgement on the criminals, but Kira is justice.
I can say with absolute certainty that I was never like this. Only after my parents, Light and Yuuki, died did I take up the Death Note to finish my father's work. They were killed in a car accident, caused by a criminal in a getaway car. I was at home at the time. It was a year ago, and I have never forgotten. Perhaps I should have been sad, but no, I only felt anger, and that anger compelled me to become Kira, and continue the legacy.
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I was walking past the park, watching all the people with disinterest. Disinterest, envy and pity. Envy because I would love to be normal like them, and I'd love nothing more than to have my parents back. Pity because unlike me, they were just puny humans, compared to my more god-like status.
I sat down on a bench, just watching the people passing me by, before tossing Ryuuk an apple and going home to carry out more justice on those who were evil. Did I believe myself to be evil, like some believed me to be? Of course I didn't.
I was walking past the hospital and someone bumped into me. I looked down at her. She somehow managed to catch my attention and she stared up at me. She had long, straight light brown hair and sparkling green eyes. Yes, they actually sparkled. She looked sick, I could see it. She was very pale and thin. I could make out the shape of her bones in most cases. Yet, despite her illness, she smiled a big smile before apologising and walking off.
I thought that was a very odd thing to do, and I would say, "But who was I to pass judgement?" but that wouldn't really work out.
It was just another day in a boring world. That's how life is for me. I see no beauty in it, only evil, and my mission to eradicate it. It was not necessarily a gloomy existence; it was just something to do. I find it almost hard to believe that I used to care once. I used to play among the flowers with my cautious mother standing watch, my father by her side. "Ichirou! Not too far! Watch where you're going! Please, please be careful!" She used to say that a lot. I even laughed in spite of myself just remembering how panicky she could sometimes get.
That girl reminded me a bit of her. The way her eyes sparkled, the way she smiled even when she must know she was ill. Perhaps that's why that girl stood out now, a spot of colour against the grey of the rest of the world. I may be a boy, but I'm not ashamed to admit I miss my mother and father very, very much.
It would be a long time before I got to see that girl again, and when I saw her I would barely recognise her. She would be so much different.
A/N: Wow the first chapter was really short. My apologies. The next one will be longer, I promise. Though the story as a whole will probably be shorter.