I am so disappointed. Somehow in my mind I concluded that those who followed Kira were smarter, better people. Yet as I gazed at that computer screen I could see just how wrong I really was. I am the only one who was brave enough to act our Kira's will. Upon every website I gaze upon, they are a buzz about the murder. I thought I wouldn't be the only one to act. Yet I was the only one brave enough, the only one so willing to change the world. Now more then ever I feel isolated, as I wonder if I'm the only person left who truly cares about justice. Did Kira feel the same when he looked around and saw how lazy people were?
Though I would like to do something, I cannot show my rage. I am in public after all, I have to maintain some sort of dignity even though my face is concealed by a hood. I've made sure to be very careful lately. I observe every person around me closely to see if I am being followed. I find myself studying the placement of security cameras and facing away from them, even when I'm not acting as the hand of justice. It makes me wonder if I am to continue my work whether my paranoia will drive me insane. Still, I would rather go insane of my own design then to let myself go mad rotting away in a jail cell.
That's the thing really, as I look upon all the useless people in the world, I ask myself, why should I save them? It's a nagging voice, one that I would rather forget but it keeps persisting, and at moments I find myself tempted to listen. But then I remember, as I look upon the faces of the innocent, children smiling innocently, and finding wonder in the dullest of things, I remember why I murdered that man last night. I have come to accept that the generation that bought the fall of Kira is a lost cause, but the children remain uncorrupted, and easily molded to the principals of justice.
So I look back upon my computer, and type in code for all those willing to believe me that I am the who murdered that man for Kira, and that those who wish to join me should meet me at the designated spot. Half the people are skeptical, half accuse me of being unfaithful to Kira. They tell me the true Kira will return soon, that I should not dare to try and do his work, that the story of his death is merely police propaganda. How little they know, and how much they choose to ignore sickens me to no end. I take my leave with mixed feelings.
I arrive at the meeting place sometime later, fully dressed in my disguise. I find there's something quite intriguing and haunting about abandoned buildings. Hotel's for instance, especially when exploring one that seems like it could reopen at any moment. I wonder about the people who may have passed through here, their hopes, their dreams. As I wait for my followers to arrive I wander Hotel New Royal, and imagine myself a ghost wandering the corridors, watching all the people pass me by.
When I came back down to reception I saw the first few followers had arrived. They seemed rather intimidated by my presence and I'm not surprised considering the way I'm dressed. My face was covered by a black and red mask I that carved up and reshaped from a motorcycle helmet. I wore a brown overcoat with a hood that covered the rest of my face, and had a bulletproof vest under the black shirt I was wearing. No one would be able to tell who I was, or even my gender. So once more I was disappointed to see most of the people who had come weren't even wearing sunglasses to conceal themselves.
"My fellow Kira Worshipers, I am the one who murdered the serial killer Jiro Hideki," with those words I knew I had grabbed their attention, smiling under my mask I continued,
"Look at yourselves, look at what we followers of justice have been reduced to. We must no longer hide in shadow as the world slowly regresses to it's previous state. We must send a message to all those who will listen that Kira can never die!" They cheered me, and once more I could not help but be just a bit disgusted at how easy it was to sway people. I could lead them, but they may not want that. Even if they choose someone else, I can always control that person to my bidding, and if they make a mistake, I wouldn't have to take the fall for it. Either way I win.
"We must have someone to guide us though in this hour of need. Of all the people here who do you think should lead us to victory?" Although a few insisted themselves, most looked to me. One bold person shouted,
"All hail Neo Kira!" and I didn't know he was talking about me until they chanted back as they looked to me. I couldn't believe how perfect everything had come together. A plan formulating in my mind, I knew just how I could strike fear into the hearts of the enemies of justice.
"I will now begin to put my plan into action, for now you are all dismissed." They cleared out slowly, carefully. I went up to the man who had shouted and stopped him moving by grabbing his arm. He shook when he turned to me, sweat dripping down his face. I know I shouldn't be amused by his fear, considering the nice name and loyalty he'd got me, but I just couldn't help it.
"Do you have a video camera?" He nodded uneasily, and I let go of his arm. I got out the gun from my trench coat and commanded,
"Come with me, we have work to do."
