Okay. This fanfiction is unlike any other Death Note fanfiction you've read. It involves normal people. Revolutionary, I know, and incredibly strange. And perhaps pointless. But see what you think.
Oh, and I know I should be calling that guy the president at that point, but I don't like him, so he's still the vice president in here.
Disclaimer: Death Note (c) Tsugumi Ohba, Takeshi Obata, Madhouse, Viz, Tokyopop in Germany, and probably some other people that I'm forgetting.
This is an American family, and they are watching the vice president's announcement on television.
The father frowns and shifts uncomfortably as the vice president announces that no longer will the United States do anything to oppose Kira. How could it have come to this?
He is fifty-two and has worked in the police force for thirty years. His idea of justice is firmly established, and Kira is not part of it. He has dealt with vigilantes before, after all. Most of them turn out to be delusional, vengeful young men who just need a few years cut off from society before they calm down and start thinking logically again.
But this vigilante is different. It is almost as if Kira cannot be caught, and one after another, organizations and even countries are giving up.
It's ridiculous.
The father sighs and puts his arm around his wife. He will have to have a talk with her after the children have gone to bed, because he is going to quit the police force. He will not participate in a police force that has so foolishly given up on catching this vigilante.