6/17/10...

My Angel is Satan

Part Two

It has been four years after Kira's body was found.

Crime had returned to Japan.

In every local home, the newscaster talked quietly about the raising prices in fish, while the headlines flashed on the bottom of the screen, passing by in slow, yellow letters:

A man in Tokoyo admitted to illegal gambling over a baseball game; a student had been stabbed by another student, in high-school. Girl admitted that she was, 'waiting for the right time.' to stab the student; Two men were arrested for helping Chinese men sell illegal wares. Korean traders were caught in the act of illegal trade; Old woman was robbed, then punched in the face; Man is arrested after taking nude shots of women in a cemetery; Bank-robbers were caught, then let go after a bail of over 7 thousand; A man is on the run after murdering his entire household; An American woman is charged with murdering three Japanese men, claiming they hit her. No such markings were found; Kidnappings are on the rise as more children go missing, and more bruised corpses are found; A woman charged of molestingher own teenage daughter, was released once the girl did not press charges; A group of Amercan tourists were arrested after they attempted to rob a mall.

The yellow ticker of words continue to crawl by, and the Tv man started up a conversation with himself about the rise in Japanese technology, and new gift ideas for Father's Day.

There was not one mention of M, N, or L, both who were the greatest known detectives in the world. Nor was there any word of Kira; the greatest known killer the world had ever loved...

...

Naoko Washi was born and raised in Tokoyo, yet his parents had recently learned english, so they made it an effort to raise their son like an English-speaking Japanese boy, so that he could go to America one day and make good money.

But Naoko didn't mind. It was one of the few things he didn't mind. Seeing the news, Naoko was always put into a dark mood. But it was what he did every morning before going off to school, drinking in the world's problems that he could only stand by and watch. Sitting with his back against the coffee table, the young man stares up at the television, looking very much like a child. His eyes pass over a sentence from the yellow ticker, and he swears lightly.

"Naoko!" calls his mother from the kitchen, hearing her son's foul mouth. "Why do you watch that if it makes you angry?"

"I'm not angry..." replied Naoko, frowning at the Tv.

"Then why are you frowning so hard?" she asks, poking her head around the wall.

"I'm thinking..." the young man says. He pauses, then adds, "This world is evil...dont you think?"

"What?" his mother enters the room, carrying a pot of coffee. "What are you saying? You think this world is evil? Such nonsense, Naoko! We are a blessed generation! Be grateful!"

Naoko doesnt turn to look at his mother's disapproving face. He can only stare at the yellow letters, spelling out the world that so many people ignore. The Tv switches to commercial, where two smiling men watch a woman pass by in a thin bikini. To Naoko's surprise, the commercial is for gum.

"This world is perverted.." he mumbles to himself. "This world is nothing but the love for self-pleasure, and nothing more...No..." his eyes narrow. "Love isnt even a word anymore..."

His mother enters the room, and he falls silent as she snatches up the remote, glances at the Tv, and laughs. "Oh, I love that commercial!" she says brightly. She sits down on the couch, holding a cup of coffee, and nudges her son with her sock-covered feet. "Hey, smile, Naoko! It does the heart good."

Naoko stands up, and leaves the room.

"Where are you going?" asks the mother loudly. she glances at her wrist watch, then says, "Oh, go! you have to be at school in twenty minutes! I drive you!"

"No, mom, it's okay." replies Naoko, snatching his backpack from the kitchen floor. He zips it, then pokes his head into the tv room. "I'm going to take the bus."

"Good! You socicilize. That will be good for you."

Naoko calls out 'goodbye' to her before shutting the door. Once outside, he walks down the crowded streets, towards the bus stop. On the way there, he observes the world around him.

Two girls with their mother are giggling and poking eachother. The mother ignores them completely, even after one of them falls and starts to cry. Naoko watches in growing anger as the mother keeps walking, only telling her children to "Walk straight. Behaive." But the girl who fell- her knees is bleeding, her shirt is torn, and her sister is standing there laughing at her!

A man bumps heavily into Naoko, breaking his heated concentration, and he looks at a tall man with a suitecase, who frowns unpleasantly into Naoko's face and tells him to "open your eyes," along with a few stream of curse words.

"what the hell is wrong with this world?" thinks Naoko, looking around wildly as his ears suddenly pick up the noise of the world: Cars are honking, children are screaming, birds are cawing, tires are squealing against the road, pathetic bicycle-horns are peeping out while their riders raise their proud middle fingers to reckless car-drivers. Music from a diner is flowing smoothly across the street, mixed with the hurried pace of a clothes store.

Naoko's heart races in his chest as he witnesses so many things at once: A man falls in the street, and he screams in terror as a driver nearly hits him on purpose; a boy chases after a flying piece of garbage, and a strange man snatches him right then and there, running off into an alley. His mother never notices, and talks to the missing boy loudly; a man crashes on his bike, tumbling onto a woman. Her husband, instead of helping her, grabs the bicycle rider and starts to beat him up; a little girl runs past him- Naoko turns and watches- and she is screaming for her "Mommy!" over and over, lost, alone...in this dark and terrible world.

"Oh, but it's not just Japan!" Naoko thinks to himself, forcing his legs to walk towards the bus-stop. "It's everywhere... It's Mexico, America, China, England, Africa- every single state and country has a problem; they are just good at hiding it from the public eye. It's not just Japan... it's...the entire world..."

He glances up as a policeman runs past him, blowing a whistle, chasing a man who is holding a purse. but the policeman gets winded and gives up, not even calling for back up.

"You damn lazy people!" Naoko wants to scream. "Cant you see there are lives at stake if he gets away? First he steals a purse- then what? A life!"

Grinding his teeth together, Naoko shoulders into the policeman violently, and the policeman stumbles. "Halt!" he shouts.

Naoko stops, and glares at the policeman, who then starts to frisk him. "Why did you attack an officer?" he shouts in Naoko's ear.

He closes his eyes. "It was an accident, sir." the young man says forecfully.

The policeman lets him go. "If I catch you do anything like that again, you'll going in, do you hear me, kid!"

"Yes, sir." Naoko answers polightly. Turning from the man, Naoko's face twitches, his teeth clamping together. "If..." he thinks. "If you catch me. That's whats so good for the bad guys of today; you cant catch them. They are too clever. I dont blame them, either, for doing bad things with their intelligance; for why do good, if the good of this world is rotting just as fast? Eventually, "bad" will be the new "good."..."

Naoko reaches the bus stop. He glances up at the sky. "Am I the only one who thinks this way?" he aks to no-one. With a sigh, Naoko taps his foot at a piece of garabge, then notices the garbage all around him, and cringes. "Making eco-friendly crap isnt going to solve the world's destruction." he thinks, cynically. "It's the world in general; it's all nation...and no one even cares."

A moment later, the bus arrives.

...

"No, Naoko." says Light softly, staring down into the hole- the gateway to the human world. "You are not alone. I will help you bring justice to this rotting world...Even though killing is a crime, you, like me, know it is the only way...the only way to bring... justice."

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