Chapter 9: January 28, 2012

It had worked. I was the new pope. I stood on the precipice of being the ruler of the entire world. The papacy is not the highest position it is possible to hold but it was a start, and it soon would be with me in office. I just had to take the right steps. Up until now I had had a plan but now that I was where I wanted to be I had every step planned out but I didn't know how to execute them yet. A minor hiccup though. I always found a way, just like I had found a way of keeping Kira fans optimistic. The steps leading me to this place hadn't involved massive usage of the Death Note but I still made sure to eliminate at least a couple of people a day now that I had gained my position as pope. After all, what's the point of being the head of a mass organisation that claims to do such good without actually making good on those claims? However, my victims were now localised. They were still criminals, no doubt about that, but I had concentrated my efforts to within my own establishment. Lately the accusations of victims of priests of this faith had come to a climax and I had long despised the perpetrators of these vile acts so they were now my victims. I spared no sympathy in causes of death easier. Humiliating, undignified and slow, torturous ways to pass from this world were dealt out to this particular batch of the unworthy. I revelled in the way that their deaths were reported. It was kind of like a game. I would kill one and wait to see how and when they were discovered, and by who.

I stood on the balcony of my apartment and looked over Vatican City and Rome; the city I had dreamt of living in for all those years. I was finally here, and not just as a visitor but as its ruler. The TV played behind me with bulletins and my press conference. My name had only been announced this morning and I had made my first television appearance. I had walked out onto the balcony on which the pope usually makes his speeches from, high above the crowd, dressed in my now signature black suit and red tie. The cameras were trained on me and catching my every movement, as I could see since a large screen had been erected showing me what a particular station was broadcasting to millions. My face filled the screen and my green eyes seemed to stare back at me in triumph. I could see the fire within my very soul and the passion that resided in me. I looked around at the hundreds of media representatives pointing cameras in my direction and I stepped onto a platform that had many microphones stood upon it, most of them hoping to get a soundbite from me and one of them simply to magnify my voice so that the crowd could hear me. I placed my hands on the podium and brushed my hair to one side with one finger so it didn't cover my eyes and then spoke into the microphones. "People of the world, this is an important and historic moment in world history. I am the youngest candidate to obtain the papacy because of new measures we have put in place." The crowd was in my hands. "Firstly, we have removed the previous prerequisite skill sets needed to apply for this position. Secondly, we have decided to opt for new blood, myself, because we need a long term leader. A strong leader. A passionate leader. A leader that can walk us into the future and still reign once we are there. We don't want a man who may pass away at any moment. Therefore I have been chosen. I am your future!" I feel a strong sense of pride and purpose swell inside me, almost making me break into joyful tears of pride and satisfaction. I stretch out my arms, revealing the purple lining of my suit and almost showing the inside pocket in which I keep my Death Note, and my expression portrays all of my emotions. The next time I speak I am almost shouting a message to the world. "Hear this! Under my leadership there will be no more evil! No more crime and no need for punishment! This is a new age!" The crowd cheers as I turn my back and walk away.

January 29, 2012

The next day went exactly as planned. Nothing happened. After revealing myself to the world, the L that I knew would have moved in as soon as possible to bring me to justice but there was no sign of him anywhere. I had left him impotent by doing exactly what I had planned to do; I had become L's superior. If he made a television appearance telling the world that the new pope was Kira, the killer of hundreds, a mass murderer wanted worldwide, he would be made a laughing stock of and millions of Catholics would have called for him to be off the case. Also, he had no proof whatsoever. I was miles ahead of him. He didn't even know how I killed. He couldn't know anything about the Death Note, no one knew. Also, unbeknownst to anyone, I now had two sets of fans. I had the millions of Catholics around the world and I also had my millions of Kira worshippers. Although, except for the individuals who were both, they didn't overlap and couldn't be told that they supported the same man. I had to plan out my next move carefully. I needed to spread my influence around the world, both as the pope and as Kira. I sat around my apartment in my casual clothes and relaxed for the day, thinking about how I would do this with the resources I have, until I was interrupted by a knock at the door. It was one of my aides. "Excuse me your holiness, I am sorry to disturb you but there is a girl wanting to see you. She says she is an old friend. We frisked her for weapons and she is only small anyway, so you are in no danger." I chuckled at this. I'm the most dangerous man on the planet; of course I'm in no danger. "Ok then send her in."

"Very well sir."

Five minutes later I hear a knock again. I open the door for the second time that day and see a petit girl flanked by two guards. I ask her to come in and she sits on one of the settees in the middle of the apartment. I offer her a drink, which she declines quite politely. I get one for myself and sit on the coffee table in front of her. I set down my drink and bring my face closer to hers. "Listen, I don't know who you are and I have never seen you in my entire life and yet you claim to be my friend. So who are you?" She sits with her hands crossed in her lap, wearing all black clothes. A girl after my own heart. She has a black ribbon in her blonde hair and she sits with her head down slightly. "Well, I am a big fan of yours. I have been for quite some time. My name is Misa."