Spring was the second symbol of a new beginning.

The queen of the Underworld, Persephone, would return to the surface where the sun once more shone, as dictated in Greek mythology.

It was only fitting that now, he would rise from the depths of boredom once again and return to his true purpose.

Once that familiar burning behind his eyes returned, the first thing Light did was imagine that bastard Ryuzaki's face, just to make sure he would stay dead.

Topic: New Kira

[L]
Posted: 04/04/15

And so, Kira has re-emerged.

The first string of killings are confirmed to have originated in France, but quickly have branched out to the criminals of other countries. Because nobody in Japan has been targeted yet, it is unlikely for the new Kira to be Japanese. Times of killings vary wildly.

As of now, not much information can be surmised about this new Kira, aside from their probable location in Nice. Their motivations seem to mirror that of the original Kira almost exactly – a desire to try and change the world by killing off criminals. As of yet, no ability matching that of the late October 2003 triple killing cases has been shown.

I look forward to finding out more about you, New Kira.

The varnishy scent of paint and clay, spools of thread and assorted tools scattered with seeming haphazardness across the workspace on the floor.

Just listen to me. I already knew you were stupid, but this is a new low. Those words from that argument earlier were returning, even though they were being deftly ignored at the present moment.

Careful brushstrokes over clay features, body soon secured to head with stitch after stitch. Kira was shaping up rather nicely.

And oh, sure, you're definitely welcome to that stupidity, but seriously, you think you can try and take him on? That's suicide.

His face would, slowly but surely, take form soon - if he was to be like the other puppets, then it would show up when the paint had finished drying, revealing the truth of his nature. Eyes were the windows to the soul, and in this case, it was the truth.

I'm no expert on you psychics and your mind bullshit, but if what you've told me is any indication, you're going to be exposing yourself to Kira like a complete fool.

There was a space left out on the shelf specially for the new puppet, and with the last few stitches made securely, it was soon placed there and left to dry.

Whatever. If you have half a brain at all, you'll know what I'm getting at here. I give up . I'll sort him out before you turn into a dribbling lunatic anyway. Have fun trying to reason with that piece of work, Near.

Shadows started hiding at the edges of Light's peripheral vision.

At first it was when his head was still dizzy and aching from the exertion, blood throbbing in his temples, that he saw them. Flimsy silhouettes, blank-faced and gaping, standing by the walls, by the windows, anywhere they could fit.
Only a few at first. Only a few dared to confront him, and even they were content to hide. Light thought he was only hallucinating from mental stress and was quick to dismiss what he was seeing as nothing more than that.

Soon, hundreds upon hundreds, packed into his room, packed into anywhere he dared walk like a crowded Tokyo subway. Their bodies began to take on more defined features, but their faces remained expressionless, gawking blobs.

Any time he would use his power as Kira, they would be there, a crowd of witnesses to his crimes, each pair of lifeless eyes staring at him accusingly.

Light continued to dismiss it all as mere hallucinations.

At least, until they began to call for him.

Kira, Kira, Kira, Kira.

Gripping his head, Light only just held in a scream as a shadow that blocked his way as he was about to step onto a train carriage formed a distinctive face for the first time, shrieking at him unintelligibly. It was the face of a bank robber he'd executed last year as one of his first.
Light nearly fell off the step, and a businessman behind him who he'd nearly knocked over in the process yelled impatiently. Light froze again, however, as he saw another shadow standing behind the man, wearing the face of a woman found guilty of theft who he'd put to death only two weeks ago.

Quickly, he pulled himself into the train, panting in shock as he grabbed onto a strap from the ceiling. People hurriedly packed in around him, and Light closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. With the train full like this, there was no way he could see any more of those things.

As he lay in bed that night, the shadow people surrounded him at every corner like a tall dark forest, constantly watching, staring down at him restlessly with their empty white eyes.

Their voices were soft and hushed, but together formed a chorus of grating vocals, subtly excruciating to listen to like the silence in a pitch-black room.

Kira, Kira, Kira, Kira.

Light soon found himself unable to sleep once again.

There was a familiar black notebook sitting there on the desk.

Light stared at it apprehensively for a moment. There was nothing else unusual in the room. No shadow people leering at him.

Flipping it open, the crisp white pages were blank, but about half of them had been torn out. Light scowled at it in vain – how had this got here? After collecting up all of those accusatory pages strewn about the club room, he'd taken the notebook in the middle of the pile and thrown it away immediately.

"Still around, Ryuzaki?" Light sneered to the empty room. "If you have something to say, you can say it in person."

Reaching the back of the book, he noticed that there was something there after all. It was a short note written in English.

From M.

Narrowing his eyes at the strange message, Light placed the notebook into his desk drawer, hoping but rationally suspecting otherwise that it would be forgotten soon enough.

Topic: Kira findings

[L]
Posted: 04/09/14

As has no doubt been speculated already, the new chain of killings moving suddenly to Austria suggest that Kira may have changed location. I would like to know your thoughts on this.

[meltychocol4te]

I think you're useless, L. You've made no progress at all. You should stop wasting our time with all of this.

[wrappingribbon555]

I kinda doubt you could do better [meltychocol4te].

[apollonia]

no, I agree. L is useless. In fact, I want Kira to win. Kira's already won!

Even here, a board not officially dedicated to Kira, support was spreading. Light grinned triumphantly as he read the comments piling in. Pretending to be L, while little more than amusement to him, also served the importance of spreading news on the Kira case to the innumerable many who had looked to that mysterious, anonymous figure in support and awe.

Crushing L's reputation was only a bonus.

[N]

Put the pieces together, L number two. You haven't seen it yet.

Light was snapped out of his thoughts as he noticed the strange response on the screen. Number two? How did this person...?
White bathed the room in its glow as one by one, each screen blanked completely like sheets of paper hanging against the wall. A single black calligraphic letter displayed in their centers, but it wasn't the one he was already acquainted with.

Put the pieces together.

The voice that sounded from every screen at once in an accusing chorus, soft and androgynous, seemed to thrum inside his ears, inside his head. Light bit back a thrilling sense of nostalgia at this direct challenge, coveting that letter with his eyes, unable to tear them away.
It was then that out of the corner of his vision he noticed something, looked down to see a small pile of blank white puzzle pieces scattered across the desk. Even though there was nobody there in the room with him, no shadows lingering, Light felt what could only be described as a face staring into the inside of his mind, and knew he was being watched.

"Alright, N," he answered coolly, and began to slide the pieces into place with little difficulty.

There weren't enough to make much of a shape – only the beginning of a corner. With each puzzle piece he put down, sensation grew foggier, bit by bit. The faint sense of slowly returning to reality, of the dreamy daze inflicted by those eyes staring into his mind unraveling. With the last one put into place, a set of black letters appeared across the unfinished puzzle fragment.

you're slipping

Light woke to find his head laying on the desk, screens all dark. The dizziness faded and clarity finally cut through the sudden drowsy wave. The puzzle pieces were gone.

It was only when Light tried to imagine it he found that, like a ghost, that face had long vanished from his mind's eye.