This chapter is mainly just going to be a filler. To get a better sense of mind of Kira and what she has been doing in the gaps. Hope you enjoy it.
(I realized that I had a significant occurrence in the last chapter but I never explained what happened. So I figured this chapter would be as good as any to explain since it is a filler to get a better idea of Kira. I am sorry for the inconvenience to those of you who have already read this chapter.)
Chapter 9
Every day I go out since Light gave them to me, I bring a piece of death notepaper. I have to admit it is nice not having to carry around that bulky death note everywhere. And with me being under suspicion it wouldn't be wise to carry my big death note around. So it's been staying locked away hidden from even those looking for it. I rub my side from what had happened the night Dad had been put in the hospital. I was glad the unsightly bruise was gone but from my not feeding regularly it was still hurting. Grumbling under my breath I remember crossing the street while talking to Light on the phone. The stupid car had run a freaking red light. The guy scrambled out of his vehicle after the machine had made impact with me sending me flying backward, I would say a good ten or more feet. He was apologizing profusely and getting ready to call 911 before he had realized he was the one in the wrong. This would have been more than just an untimely accident. He would be arrested for hitting me with his car, and if I should die, he would go down for murder. My mind was still swimming from the impact and I watched as he glanced around to see if anyone was watching before grabbing me. Pulling me towards the nearest alley.
When I gathered myself and realized exactly what he was doing, I did the only thing I could think of. I kicked his legs off of underneath him against the agonizing protests of my wounded body. When I got up I was tempted to spit blood down on him before sending my foot into his stomach knocking the air from his lungs. "Stay put." I told him before bending over and digging into his pockets. Finding his wallet, pulling his driver's license from its small pocket I take in his retarded name. "Well, Mr. Raiden, from what we have just gone through it seems. You were going to ditch me into the alley so I could die just to avoid being arrested. Your fear of Kira is sickening." I glare down at him as I put his license back and shove his wallet back into his pocket. "Kira is God of the new world, and yet you are afraid? Though, I guess you have a good reason. You did nearly kill me and try to dump my body to avoid being arrested. Only someone unworthy of living in the new world would do such a thing."
"Are... Are you going to call the cops on me?" He asks, his voice filled with fear and panic causing me to just roll my eyes at him. Brushing my hair from my eyes so he may take a good look at me I give him a kind smile. Even as I hear him gasp. "W. are you?!" He shouted scrambling to his feet before bolting into the very alley he was trying to dump my body in. Silently I follow him feeling the burn inside me from his building fear. I watched as his steps were staggering from his overwhelming panic, his breathing erratic. His mind was probably racing a million miles per hour right about now as he fights his fears to try and get away. To attempt to preserve his pathetic life.
"I'm not going to call the cops. Why would I?" I asked him holding back a giggle even as he found a dead end. Reaching into my pocket I pull my piece of death note out along with the pen that seemed to have been broken in the accident. Using the end piece of it. I look down as I write the stupid human's name on the paper. Once finished I look up putting the paper back into my pocket along with the pieces to the pen. "You want to know what I am?" I ask his terrified expression. "You are going to die so you might as well know now.." Finally, I did giggle before I held my arms out at my sides. Pausing and silently counting the seconds as they tick past. "I, am Kira." I said just before the time hit 40. I watched as his eyes widened in recognition as he visually paled before he clutched at his chest. Blood spilled from the corner of his mouth as he tried to cough so he could intake some air. I felt my smirk widen into a grin as the jerk collapsed onto the ground. It didn't take me long to push against my pain and leave the scene making sure that no one had watched or had even been within hearing distance as I left. I probably should have fed from him, to force him to pay me back for the damage he had caused. But, I would have run the risk of my saliva being pulled from his body during his autopsy. It was risky enough to just place myself in the same alley as him even though no one was around.
Sitting in the park-like usual with my legs folded Indian style and my hands resting upon my knees. I close my eyes listening to the bustling of leaves around me. Since it had started getting warmer again I am wearing my tight short jean shorts my red bikini and cream-colored top. My absolute favorite outfit. Feeling my long black hair blow in the breeze pushing all thoughts from my mind. I feel myself falling even though I knew I was still sitting in the park. I fall into myself until I am surrounded by darkness standing I look around me taking note that everything seemed to mold together in a mass of black not even what I was standing on could be made out into anything. Walking along I hear my bare feet tapping along on something hard even though I don't feel it. I have always seen this darkness as a part of me. Something just felt natural as if there was no reason to ever be afraid. The more I walk the more I try to figure out what this darkness actually portrays. A dim light appears off in the distance in front of me causing me to stop walking. The question of whether I should keep moving forward or not coursing through my mind. Looking back at the darkness behind me feeling the safety it holds then glancing back to the light where uncertainty lays. Should I stay?
Biting my bottom lip I slowly begin to move forward going past where I always seem to stop whenever I do this. Images begin to flow around me at first of my life in that huge house with kind pictures of my mom and dad then to the first time I met Light and everything that has happened between us since. Images of L flow past me of the first time he ever spoke to Light and myself then the sight of him sitting on an armchair in that weird way he does in the task force headquarters. The image was in black and white so I knew it was from the surveillance cameras. Soon the images fade after finally showing the scene of my birthday party at the Yagami house. The light had moved closer showing an old door with light peaking through the cracks around it between the door and the frame.
Stopping before it I wonder if I should walk inside fidgeting where I stand as I debate before closing my eyes. Yes, I've come this far there would be no sense in turning back now. Reaching out my hand I feel the cool metal of the doorknob before turning it and pushing the door open. I light flowing over me in an embracing warmth. Opening my eyes as I walk in I see that I am now in a forest green-colored room with darker green strips down the walls. The carpet was a shaggy dark green that was soft on my feet. Looking about I notice plaques lining the walls with carved misshapen images upon them. What are these? I wonder looking around to see a pedestal towards the center of the room. Walking to it I look down at a book that rested upon it.
It was old, the brown leather cover held old gothic gold lettering in a language I couldn't understand. Walking around the stand so I was now in front of it I felt drawn to this old book for reasons beyond my understanding. Yet, the longer I look at it the lettering seems to change into English to form the word Soul. Reaching out to touch it I pause my hands lingering just above it. I could feel a soft soothing feeling coming from it but yet I couldn't help but think. Wasn't there a saying about how curiosity killed the cat?
I was just about to step back when I felt hands upon my own. Looking up I see an image of Light. He looked just as he did when we first met. His warm caring eyes and the smile upon his face unobstructed from the darkness he's been falling into lately. I felt my breath catch being drawn into his loving eyes before feeling him push my hands down onto the warm leather of the book. My eyes widen as I feel the hum of its power coursing through me entwining with my own as if it was always meant to be. He gives me a nod before his image fades completely from in front of me.
Looking down at the book again I nearly gasp as I see it was now open, the pages still blowing from a nonexistent wind. I see words flying from the book itself and flowing around me a few inches from my form. Startled I couldn't seem to drop the book as I stepped back trying to get away from them. It didn't work. They followed my every movement. Watching the book as I fall onto my butt I wonder what is going on but the fear that was building soon fades as the words find their places back into the object.
Resting the book in my lap I find I can finally move my hands from it but as I raise my right hand I see the right page moving with it. Moving my hand in slight actions back and forth I take note of how it does the same. Is this book actually a part of me? "Yes." I hear my own voice echo in the room startling me. Shooting to my feet the book instead of falling to the floor floats in the air in front of me.
"You're me?" I ask my voice escaping from me in a whisper. I visibly cringe at how weak and afraid I sound.
"Yes." it answers before the book opens in front of me and flips to a chapter with a picture that looks like my mom. Her dark eyes seem to be peering into my very being. The name of it was Kira. Taking the book into my hands again I set back down on the floor and begin to read.
Kira
The night was an eerie black as the rain pounded on the roof of the large manor. In the sitting room sat all of her mother's loved ones and family. Screams could be heard echoing through the walls from the room at the end of the hall upstairs. Hours seemed to pass until a bolt of lightning sent a loud shuddering crack, the thunder rumbling through the house as if the walls themselves were quivering in fear. Up in the bedroom, her mother laid spent on a bed of sheets and blankets propped up by her one true love who sets behind her with his legs around her sides. In her arms rested soundly a sleeping bundle.
"Kira, welcome to the world." Her father breathed looking down upon the tiny face in the bundle of sheets. The tired couple beamed with all the love they felt for the newest member of their family. The one who had been seen with shared visions from the twin sisters who will become one of the most powerful of their large family. But danger would be awaiting the infants' arrival into their world.
I continued to read what seemed like a biography of my life. The twin sisters I already knew are my mom and my aunt. But what was this danger? Page after page I read before finally closing my eyes feeling as if a tear would escape. "I was alone, not because they don't love me but because the second I am coronet into their family I will be in danger. They've done all this just to keep me safe." Finally feeling tears flow silently down my cheek, I continue reading about myself a few were blank for some reason which was confusing but the more I read the more I found. I am happy to know I've always been loved, but I am sad that I assumed the worst of my parents. Finally coming upon the pages that tell me about my strengths and weaknesses the tears calm as I try to commit them all to memory. Learning about everything I am and can be capable of seemed almost too far-fetched to believe even for me. But it still felt right. As if I knew all of this all along.