A/N: I had this random idea for a story today and wrote it down. Consider it a pilot chapter. Hope you'll enjoy it
Plot stuff you need to know: This story takes place within the first half of Death Note and takes place during Tekken 4 with some altered events. For example, the character described in this chapter doesn't appear until Tekken 5: Dark Resurrection, but nonetheless, for story purposes, they are here and the backstory they have has been altered, making the Tekken 4 events AU. Now that I think of it, Death Note is going to be altered significantly too, because one major character is going to be missing. You'll see who soon.
Warnings: Chapter titles are going to be done Code Geass style. Don't know what I mean, you'll see.
Main Theme (Because a song came to mind when I thought of this story idea): What Have You Done Now by Within Temptation.
Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note or the Tekken game series. Honestly, I'm not sure how I ended up pairing these two together.
Turn 1~The Day the Second Kira was Born
On April 22nd, 2007, the second Kira appeared through an evening broadcast on Sakura T.V.
Seventeen year-old Light Yagami, son of the deputy commander of the Kira Investigation Team, Soichiro Yagami, stared at his television set from the comfort of his desk chair, monitoring the broadcast with an expression of mild amusement. The Death Note, which he used to distribute his brand of justice, lay on the desk before him, closed and ready to be placed back into the drawer.
Crude lettering that spelled out KIRA had been typed out over a white background. Initially, Light laughed sardonically, thinking of this as a pitiful bluff from a crazed Kira fan wanting a little attention for his devotion. It was a little annoying to listen to them pretend to be him, but it was something he felt he could forgive. In fact, after a minute or so, the voice actually started to sound somewhat compelling. Light found himself entertained by the imitation. It is the sincerest form of flattery.
"As stated mere moments ago, I am Kira, and I realize that in order to believe that I am, I will have to exhibit my power and kill someone, but I am not a supporter of needless killing, especially not for the purpose of proving myself. I am a supporter of justice. No, I am justice. I am the voice of the innocent who cry out against those who only seek to cause pain. My quest is to make the world safe for them, safe for the innocent and hardworking." The voice paused for a few seconds, seemingly overcome with emotion. "At one time I had hoped that the police would join me or at the very least show gratitude for the results acheived through my actions. Slowly but surely the world is becomming a better place. Isn't that what we all want? For the world to be a better place?"
Light felt that the speech could have used less sentimentalism, but aside from that he felt a little relief. Someone was finally getting the point of why he was doing this. Hearing his own father call Kira evil less than a couple of days ago had been a small but substantial blow to his psyche, so to hear a near perfect version of his vision for the world was nice, even if it was coming from a random guy impersonating him.
"Perhaps this person could become an ally," Light thought, bringing his fingers up to his chin while his brown eyes continued to inspect the screen. The shinigami known as Ryuk stood nearby, chuckling a bit.
The recorded video continued to play. The speaker's altered voice rung throughout the city, spreading the message of the original Kira.
In a hotel room a short distance from Sakura T.V.'s broadcasting building, a woman with blonde hair and light blue eyes sat in a plush velvet chair adorned with dark wooden trim. Clothed in a white satin Victorian-style, long-sleeved mini-dress with a red and black ascot tie and white knee-high boots, she captures the essence of a woman groomed for life as a ruthless queen. With hands that are adorned with white fingerless gloves, she reaches for a small pair of opera glasses. Her full pink lips part slightly as she brings the glasses to her eyes. Peering through them, she watches and waits.
The voice in the recording stops mid-speech, causing Light Yagami to blink in confusion for a few seconds. Ryuk paused in his chuckling.
The recording remained silent for a few seconds and then all of a sudden, a horrible demonic laugh begins to echo through the speakers of his television, echoing into Light's room. In the downtown areas of Tokyo, it continues to ring like an anthem.
When the voice returns, it is drastically different. The voice filter is gone.
"Pitiful little fools. What tiny brains you have."
The horrible laugh returns for a few seconds. It's an unhinged sound that Light finds a little disturbing.
"I am not Kira at all, but I'm sure for a minute I had you all convinced for the sheer fact that I could sound like Kira," the voice pauses and it's within that pause that Light catches on that the voice is of the feminine variety, "and that's because I know how Kira thinks. A man easily read is a man easily imitated. Of course, that's not to say that Kira and I don't have some things in common. Pay attention now my dears, this is where things get good."
Light's eyebrow rose. What was this imposter getting at? Who was this person?
There's a small chuckle from the recording. "Kira and I are alike in two ways and two ways only. One: we both share the same power to kill with just a person's name and face. Two, our goal is to distribute justice." The giggle that followed this statement was decidingly female. Light was sure. This was a woman speaking and from what he could tell, she had an odd accent. She was definitely a foreigner, but her usage of Japanese was flawless.
"Of course, one's definition of justice varies from person to person, doesn't it? In my case, my goal is to kill Kira myself."
"What!" Light rose up from his desk, anger clear in his voice. He was lucky that his mother and Sayu weren't home from the market yet.
"What's my reason for wanting Kira dead? It's simple really. He murdered someone very important to me and I intend to make him pay for it."
Ryuk started chuckling again. "Oh boy, a woman scorned is never a good thing. You might want to watch out Light. Sounds like a serious vendetta." A few more chortles of laughter escaped him. Light ignored it in favor of listenning to the recording.
"So, with that said, I think it's time I demonstrate my killing power," the woman stated, "after all, none of you will believe I have Kira's power until I do. Oh, ye children of little faith."
A new image appeared on the screen. It was a picture of a man Light recognized as the head of the Mishima Zaibatsu, a highly successful industrial conglomerate with it's own small military force. He had made a mental note to investigate the company as there had been many rumors of the corporation's questionable activity filtering around the internet.
"Heihachi Mishima," Light read aloud, his eyes focusing in on the man's cold grey/blue eyes.
"This man has never been arrested or even accused of any crime," the woman continued, "but I know many secrets of his thanks to extensive research. Heihachi Mishima, head of the Mishima Zaibatsu, is a horrible demon and a murderer with a lust for power like no other. I'll use him to demonstrate my power. The world will be better off without him. Isn't that right, Kira?"
Light watched Heihachi's picture disappear from the screen. As it was being replaced with the fake KIRA insignia, he contemplated the mentality of this woman. Kira had incurred her wrath, but she didn't portray herself as being particularly vengeful. She spoke calmly even while mocking him and Light could hear that she was calculating her next move as she spoke. Given this fact, Light could only guess that the woman was already a good ten steps ahead of him given that this was nothing but a mere recording and that the deaths had been planned in advance.
"To those unaware of this, the Mishima Zaibatsu is sponsoring the fourth Iron Fist Tournament. Thanks to the sudden disappearance of Jin Kazama, the default winner of the tournament, Mr. Kazuya Mishima, will be facing off against his father in a final match in one minute. Unfortunately for tournament fans, poor Heihachi is going to die in the next forty seconds. If you hurry, you can watch his demise. Go ahead, turn to the broadcast of the tournament. It's on every sports channel here in Japan."
Light picked up the remote lying next to the Death Note and flicked through the channels as quickly as he could. As stated in the recording, the tournament was being broadcasted live. Heihachi had just entered into a steel cage with Kazuya standing directly in front of him, steeling himself for an oncoming attack. However, on cue, after forty seconds had passed, Heihachi's grey eyes widened. Before the fight could even begin, the old man fell to his knees while clutching at his chest.
"She definitely has a notebook," Light mumbled, flicking back to Sakura T.V.
"Still unconvinced?"
Light began to grit his teeth. She had already proved her power. There was no need to kill anyone else.
"Very well then. Say goodbye to Kazuya."
The brunette gritting his teeth changed the channel back to the station broadcasting the tournament. The younger man was glaring down at his father. His eyes held something resembling disappointment, but Light barely noticed it. After forty seconds, Kazuya began clutching his chest and then fell over too. Light went back to the previous channel.
"Are you convinced now, Kira?"
His hands curled into fists by his side. "You've made your point."
"Oh Kira, I can just imagine what you must be feeling right now? Do you feel rage? Do you hate me for killing, ahem, 'innocent' men?" She laughed again, clearly enjoying the idea of making him squirm. "Don't worry, Kira. These men were far from innocent. Both were quite the devils actually. The entire Mishima Zaibatsu is full of corrupt people who exemplify the injustices we both seem to hate."
For a split second Light wondered why no one had bothered trying to stop this broadcast. He changed the channel to a regular news station. As expected there was a reporter near the Sakura T.V. building. Three men were lying in front of the locked glass doors. Light recognized one of them as Ukita. From what the reporter was saying, the three men were dead.
"Looks like she made the deal for the eyes," Ryuk stated, a smirk on his grotesque face. "That's definitely not good for you. How interesting."
If gods of death could have been killed, Light would have turned and strangled the annoying beast behind him.
He opted to change the channel back to Sakura T.V. instead of trying to choke the Shinigami anyway.
"Aren't we hypocrites, Kira? Bottom line, killing people is a sin, yet we claim that we kill in the name of justice. Such fools we are. You in particular are a well-meaning moron. I know what my true intentions for killing these people are, but you...you truly believe you are doing the world some great service. Ha! Who do you think you are? You're nothing more than swine feeding off the slop handed to you."
Light could feel his fingernails beginning to break through the skin on his palms. "Ryuk, this woman isn't going to be a threat. These tapes are a feeble attempt to make me panic. She probaly wasn't smart enough to keep her fingerprints off the evidence and even with that, there'll be other evidence. Strands of hair, her voice on the recording..." he trailed off, exhaling. "It won't take long for Ryuga to catch on to her. Besides, now that Ukita is dead there's an open space for me in the task force."
He bit down on his tongue. In the middle of his rant his voice had started shaking a little. Was he actually afraid?
"You don't sound too confident, Light," Ryuk observed while taking a bite out of an apple. "She has the eyes and she wants you dead. You're in a heap of trouble if she figures out Kira's identity."
"She shouldn't be able to as long as you don't hover around me in public," Light fired back, regaining a small bit of composure. He couldn't afford to let something so miniscule get under his skin. This woman had turned off the voice filter. She couldn't be that intelligent. A small part of him doubted she had any brains at all.
Still...something in the back of his mind told him not to underestimate this woman. Something told him that she would be dangerous. He would have to be extra cautious from now on. Dealing with Hideki Ryuga, a.k.a. L, had been bothersome enough, but now he had to worry about some maniac he'd pissed off.
"I'm sure by now police have tried to stop the broadcast and have died as a result. It saddens me to have to kill these men. However, I wouldn't even have to fight at your level had you kept your judgements to yourself. Consider their deaths as products of your own narcissism. You've spilt a good deal of blood, but I will spill more if it means you'll suffer...and you will suffer. You won't have a moments peace from now until the end of your life, of which I'll have the great pleasure of taking.
There are two more tapes following this one. I hope the police will be willing to help me in my quest for justice. Then again, if I've had to kill some of them tonight, I can understand their reluctance. Ethical men like those on the Kira Task Force will be opposed to how I handle things, especially now that I've murdered two seemingly innocent men and a few of their comrades.
Regardless of this, know that I am coming for you. Enjoy reigning over the world while you can."
The recording ends and the screen goes blank. The broadcast is over.
But the war between the Kiras has only just begun.
A/N: So basically the idea behind this is a question. "What if the original Kira and the second Kira didn't end up working together. What if they became enemies instead." Since Misa would never dream of going against Kira...she is not the second Kira in this story. After all, this is a crossover. So, whose the second Kira? Can you guess their identity before I post the next chapter? If you can't, you'll just have to wait until chapter two. Thanks for reading. Reviews would be greatly appreciated. Let me know if there are spelling and grammar errors. Constructive criticism is good too. Thanks for reading!