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Outside the school after the fire alarm was pulled…

Ryuzaki quickly looked behind him to see the face of the person who tapped his shoulder. His dark eyes were wide, and they widened even larger when he saw who it was. He somewhat resembled a raccoon because of it.

Dahlia looked down and smiled at his reaction. Ryuzaki would have been taller than her if he didn't have such an irregular slouch. A lot of the girls thought he was odd looking. However, Dahlia thought that made him look all the more handsome. She saw people differently than most…you could say she saw through them. And what she saw in Ryuzaki intrigued her.

It was obvious Ryuzaki wouldn't be the first to speak. He was just so shocked; he didn't even believe she meant to get his attention. Why would she? "Hello Ryuzaki," she said in a soothing voice. The two words slipped out of her mouth like water; calm and quiet…beautiful.

"Hi…" Ryuzaki replied sheepishly. He looked at the ground and scratched his left leg with his right foot, something he did when he was nervous. Of course, it was almost impossible to tell if he was or not. His face remained expressionless. Dahlia picked up on it, though, and smirked. To her, it was cute that Ryuzaki was nervous.

"I like your shirt. It really brings out your eyes," Dahlia stated lightheartedly. Ryuzaki looked at her, confused. I always wear this shirt. Why would she comment on it? What is the motive behind this? She must want a favor. That would be the only reason someone like her would even pretend to be nice to me…unless… "Ryuzaki?" Dahlia asked, puzzled at his lack of response.

"Oh…thanks." Ryuzaki put his hand on the back of his head. He felt his face get hot again. He kept his eyes focused on the ground so that maybe she wouldn't see…

"It's really cute," Dahlia said, breaking the silence. Her face was serious, but there was something behind it Ryuzaki couldn't comprehend. He looked up from the ground and into her nearly hypnotic eyes, puzzled. "Sorry, I don't understand. What is cute?" Ryuzaki questioned. He was still in shock that she was even talking to him, but her lack of clarification as to what she really wanted was making him nervous.

"If I said, 'everything about you,' would that make me sound cheesy?" Dahlia smiled. It was reassuring. Is this a joke? What personal gain could she possibly be receiving from this conversation? Does she know about my secret occupation? She couldn't possibly…so much money has been invested in the keeping of that secret. Watari made sure it was kept a secret, only he knows.

"I suppose it does. However, I can see this is increasingly becoming a one-sided conversation, so I'll get to my point," she was still smirking as she said this.

Finally. Yet I still fear there is a sinister motive…but she doesn't seem like the type to hurt anyone. There is however, a 20 percent chance she isn't talking to me for a good reason…I can't ignore that. If she wanted to harm me, she would have made a move already, but instead, she is trying to create small talk. What could possibly be her motive? Ryuzaki scratched his leg some more, and shoved his hands deeper into his pockets. He was extremely tense.

After those thirty seconds of silence, Dahlia finally spoke, "I would just like to know what you had planned for tonight? And if going on a date with me could become part of those plans?" Her face was serious, and her confidence slipped a little, in fear of rejection.

Ryuzaki let out a little gasp. This wasn't the motive he thought she was getting at. She wants a…date? With me? This has to be a trap… but if I say no, she may never talk to me again. However, if I do go, there is almost a 40 percent chance that it will not end in my favor. I want to get to know her so badly, though.

Dahlia picked up on his indecision. She realized that Ryuzaki did not go out much, and had definitely never been asked out on a date. Ryuzaki was a thoughtful person, and she figured that she would be here a while if she waited for him to balance out his choices. "Would it be alright if I picked you up at seven?"

Ryuzaki snapped out of his train of thought, and looked directly at her again. His eyes were intimidating, yet Dahlia could tell he meant her no harm. To people who didn't know him well, his stare made them want to hide. "Seven would be fine," Ryuzaki replied. His stomach jumped. The decision was abrupt, and he silently began to panic as to whether it was a good one or not.

"Great," Dahlia's smile grew from a tiny smirk, to all across her face, "What's your address?" Ryuzaki blinked a few times. Relax; she needs to know a place to pick me up. She does not want to know my address so she can harm me or my family. However, I still can't risk it.

"Actually, would it be alright with you if we simply met somewhere? My parents don't like me to give out my address." There were so many lies in that statement. But, the excuse was necessary so that questions would not be asked.

Dahlia looked puzzled for a second, but then gave a look of understanding. "Sure. We can meet outside the Scheels at Jordan Creek Mall, and figure out where to go from there."

"That would be fine," Ryuzaki said slowly, looking at the ground again. An announcement came over the speakers that there was no fire, and that the students were permitted to leave the premises, if desired. Most of the students began to walk back inside to gather their things from their lockers.

"All right," Dahlia smiled. There was some strange resemblance to a depiction of Buddha. "I'll see you at seven then." Before Ryuzaki could come up with a reason not to go, Dahlia had begun to walk away. It still looked as though she was treading on clouds. She is all too beautiful. Wait…did I just think that?

The next day, Light walked into school with a new confidence. He smiled slyly whenever he looked at one of his classmates, causing them to quickly look away. He felt powerful. Almost godly. He was Kira. At least to his notebook, he was. But that was all the recognition he needed.

Even Misa had trouble holding a conversation with him. Light was off in his own world, and not paying attention to her. Misa had to feel like the most important thing to someone when she was talking. Otherwise, she felt as though they weren't even worth her time.

Had she read Light's second entry that morning, she would want to transfer schools. Light decided to toy with the unintelligent girl, and pretend that he truly cared about the irrelevant things she was saying. "And then, she called me a slut. Can you believe her? Me? A slut? HA!" Misa stated, disgusted.

"She is obviously jealous," Light said. He didn't truly mean that, though.

"Well who wouldn't be?" Misa said, satisfied with Light's reaction, "So you know what I did to her? I told everyone that she and Mr. Schultz had sex in the back of his car last year. Who will be the slut now, Kara?" Misa smiled big and folded her arms in satisfaction with her deed. Light used to think she was pretty. Now, all he saw was an ugly girl dressed up to be a beautiful cheerleader. The bell sounded, and Misa and Light exchanged goodbyes.

Light smiled to himself and thought, You don't even know what's coming, stupid girl.

Ryuzaki quietly read his book as he walked up the steps to the high school. He looked like he would any other day. As always, there were dark bags under his eyes, he wore the same outfit, still slouched as he walked, and he still held his book as usual. Today, however, there was something different about the quiet boy. Something radiated from him. He was happy, and though his face barely showed it, he deeply felt happy. Dahlia picked up on that as she brushed past him softly, and turned around to smile. Ryuzaki's eyes lit up as he blushed and smiled back. Dahlia giggled and strode away. She was glad she kissed him the previous night.

Light came home at his usual time. He sat at dinner, as he normally did, with his mother and sister. His father's absence was due to his job, but it wasn't unusual that he wasn't present at the dinner table. Light went up to complete his homework assignments as he usually did. He said his goodnights to his family at a reasonable time. And his family thought he was asleep at the time he should have been.

Everything was working out in Light's favor. Sometime around one in the morning, Light climbed out his window slowly and carefully, making sure he didn't disturb any of his family members. He opted not to take his car, as it would create too much noise. He was dressed in all black, and a hoodie shadowed his face.

He made his way over to the downtown area of the city. He had arranged for an acquaintance of his to meet him in the alleyway on 32nd street. Adam was a friend of Ryuk's . Light had kept his personal information, as he used to make great conversation before he became a drug addict. Light had requested for him to bring him potassium chloride in the form of a pill and a large quantity of heroin disguised as a over-the-counter drug. The potassium chloride was hard to find, as it had the potential to kill. Adam had to go through a lot to get it from a trusted client, and thus, it was highly expensive. This didn't concern Light, however.

Adam handed Light the pills, and requested his payment. Light smirked at the dirty looking man, and his eyes gleamed. He laughed as he furtively pulled a knife from the pocket of his hoodie just slightly. Adam didn't notice. Light gave a confused look in the direction behind Adam. When Adam turned around to see what Light was looking at, Light stabbed the man in the back. He gripped Adam's mouth so he wouldn't make a sound. Adam's eyes were wide, and he was crying.

Light carried Adam to a nearby dumpster, careful as to not leave a trace of blood, and left him there to die amongst the trash. Adam could barely move, his back hurt so badly. He looked up to see his last glimpse of moonlight as the lid on the dumpster closed on him. He slowly passed out from the blood loss. No one would know who Adam was since he carried a fake ID. No one would care because he was just another homeless drug addict anyway. The police would assume he was killed during a drug deal and leave it at that.

Light wiped off his knife with a towel he had brought with him. He walked to the river that was close to where the alley was, tied a rock to the towel and the knife, and dropped them both into the river.

He then made his way over to his girlfriend, Misa Amane's house.

Misa was asleep by the time Light reached her house. She heard a light tap on her window through her subconscious and woke up. She was a very light sleeper. At first she disregarded the noise to be her imagination, but then came a second tap. She crawled out of bed to investigate. She looked out her window to see Light looking up and smiling at her. He put his pointer finger to his lips, telling her to be quiet. He motioned for Misa to come outside and meet him.

Misa was overjoyed. This was the kind of thing that happened in movies. She was so thrilled her parents weren't home. Maybe this would be the night she and Light would sleep together.

Once she was outside, she gave out a little squeak and ran to hug Light. He hugged her tightly back, and she whispered seductively into Light's ear, "My parent's aren't at home, if you would like to take this inside?"

"I was actually hoping we could go for a walk, if you don't mind. Perhaps afterward you can give me a tour of you room," Light winked after he said this. Misa was so thrilled she wanted to scream. But she didn't want her neighbor, who was watching over her to know she had left. "Can I use your bathroom though?" Light asked. Misa nodded. "Thanks. Just wait out here by that tree."

Light walked up to Misa's bedroom. The fact that her parents weren't home was extremely helpful to him. He made his way to Misa's bathroom. He took out the bottle of heroine he had in his sweatshirt pocket along with a needle. He filled the needle up and stopped it with a cover on the point. He placed the bottle in the farthest left of the three cabinets of the bathroom, opened. The label facing front, mimicking the way he had just been holding it. He left a bag of needles in the cabinet below the sink.

Light walked back outside to meet up with Misa. He smiled and held her hand. Misa's heart skipped a few beats. Light led her downtown. He wanted to take her to see something beautiful. Misa didn't like the idea of walking there because she didn't want to sweat, so Light carried her on his back. It wasn't a problem since she didn't weigh much. He gave her a drink of his water, "I thought you might be thirsty." Misa gladly drank half the bottle, and handed the rest to Light. "No thanks, I drank a lot before I came to get you."

About fifteen minutes later, Misa began to feel dizzy and hot. "Light I feel sick, maybe you should just carry me home." Light ignored her request, "Light! I need to go home!" Misa's pronunciation was slurred and lazy. Her perception of the world was blurry, but she couldn't think of why.

They reached a dark alley, but it didn't look that way to Misa. This part of town was, for the most part, abandoned. "Light, what did you want to show me? I really think I should be taken home." Misa tried to walk away, but soon found she had trouble walking.

"Here take another drink," Light said with his reassuring smile. He held a different bottle out towards Misa, but of course, she didn't notice the difference. She drank all of the water in the course of a minute. "Feeling better?" Light asked.

Misa shook her head, "I really think I need to go home." She felt panicked, but she couldn't think of a reason she should feel so. She trusted Light with all her heart. He would never do anything to hurt her, would he? So why did she feel like she had to be as far away from him as possible?

"Why don't we just sit here for a few minutes? Maybe you'll feel better then," Light said. "Actually, this might help." Light pricked Misa's skin with a needle. Shit. Light missed the vein. It was so hard to do this with his right hand. He pricked her again, and missed. Misa began to moan in pain. Light had injected the needle into her muscle. "Take a breath, you'll feel better soon," Light said in a soft reassuring voice as he finally injected the needle into a vein. Misa felt a little more relaxed.

Minutes passed. Misa was beginning to feel a strange feeling, even worse than the strange panic from before. She finally said, in a slurred voice, "Light, please take me home, it's cold out…" She suddenly stopped talking, and grabbed her chest. She fell limp onto the ground. Light's plan had worked up until this point.

He left her in the back of the alley in a sitting position. He reasoned that since the blood potassium and chloride levels would sky rocket after death, so there would be no trace of the chemical. It would look as though she had taken too many drugs, and that induced cardiac arrest. It may even look like a suicide. For now, Light was in the clear.

He walked home, shaking. Ready to write about the night's events in his journal.

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