A/N: I deleted The Witching Hour due to it not going the way I planned, nor going as fast as I wanted to. I apologize for that, I just haven't found any inspiration for that story.
Prologue
"Ryuzaki, it's been two months since Kira first struck. When do you think we'll get any leads?"
He put sugar cubes into his tea and looks up at Watari from his chair.
"I think we should take a look in Japan. That's where most of the deaths are happening. There is an ICPO meeting tomorrow. I would like to speak there."
Little did Ryuzaki know, 'Kira' has been around since before this time. Since before the attacks in Japan. It has been 5 years since the real Kira got the notebook. 5 years since she saw her first shinigami. 5 years since the first heart attack.
She sits at the bus stop waiting to go home from her grandmother's house. It's raining hard enough to where she would get soaked if she steps foot outside of the station. She's been sitting here for nearly an hour now, the number 9 bus is supposed to arrive any moment for her. But that is not what the world has planned for her today.
Through the eyes of a shinigami, above her head, her death is shown. 5 minutes from now, she will die.
Or so that is how it's supposed to be.
"Excuse me miss, do you know what bus is up next."
She looks up at the gruff voice to see a seemingly homeless man standing above her.
"The number 9 should be here any minute now sir."
"I see."
She goes back to looking at the ground, but the man never moves. She can feel him staring at her, plotting, wanting, it was a sickly feeling.
"How old are you?"
She looks back up at him, startled by the sudden question.
"12 years old. I turn 13 in May."
He chuckles slightly at her response.
"So mature for somebody so young. What's your name?"
"I-It's Urameshi, Kiseki Urameshi."
She feels like something is wrong, but she isn't sure what. Until she feels his rough, dirty hands caress her cheek.
4 minutes.
She shoots up from the bench and backs away from him. The look in his eyes is one unfamiliar to her, but still very frightening. That is the look of lust.
"Don't be afraid of me Kise. It'll be okay soon."
"D-Don't touch me, p-pervert!"
As he nears her, she kicks him and runs off into the rain. She can hear him running behind her, but can't tell how far away he is. She looks around quickly and then runs down the alley to her right.
3 minutes.
When she gets to the end there was nowhere left to run. She turns around and sees the man slowly walking towards her with a blade in his hand.
"I'm not going to hurt you sweet heart. Now please be a good little girl and try not to scream."
Before she can say anything he lunges on top of her and before even knowing what's happening she feels the blade scratch the side of her neck. Not enough to kill her, but it still bleeds.
2 minutes.
He forces her jeans down to her ankles and presses her into the wall before whispering into her ear.
"Sitting all alone at a bus stop, you were practically just asking for it."
Before he does anything more to her, she elbows him in the gut and quickly pulls up her pants and tries to run. But before she could he grabs her collar and forces her to the ground.
1 minute.
He gets on top of her and holds the knife out to the side as he grabs her throat.
45 seconds.
She looks up into the night sky. It's stopped raining and now all that is visible is the stars.
30 seconds.
He eyes slowly close as she feels the man shift to bring the knife above his head.
15 seconds.
"Goodnight sweet heart."
Death.
Or so she thought anyways. But fate can be changed. And that is what has happened on this very day. She hears the man gasp for breath before she feels his weight disappear from on top of her body. She gets up off the ground and looks at the man, who is now lying unconscious on the ground. And next to his body is a notebook.
She picks it up and feels something behind her. She turns around and sees a large creature standing before her.
"I am Yuik. That is now your Death Note."
A/N: I hope you guys actually like this.