Chapter 37

In April 2012 Light Yagami age 23 joined Japan's national police agency. In the summer of 2012, Kira's killings increased at an unprecedented rate. Numerous people around the world were terrified of Kira. And yet, there were just as many cheering him on. Gradually their private thoughts became public opinion. And soon certain nations began to accept Kira's judgment. The world was headed into a dark age where Kira's will was the only law.

Upon opening my eyes the moonlight stung them. Raising my arm to rest them over my eyes I try and recall my day. There are gaps. I can feel them. I should be at home. Maybe I watched Naruto for too long. Or even Vampire knight to cause dreams of me drinking blood fresh from the vein. Odd dreams. My memory wouldn't gap. It had to be dreams. Having a cousin named Aphrodite though seemed somehow real. Maybe I heard her name spoke from my parents at some point. Right? Could that be it? Otherwise, there wouldn't be any explanation as to how I would be trained by a blond that looked so much like my aunt. There are images of a light brown-haired boy with brown eyes. I can feel my cheeks burn as I remember vivid dreams of him. Things I never could have possibly done. Dreams of an actual family smiling at me holding my favorite kind of cake sporting candles. A birthday cake. Presents. Again, things that never could have happened. I'm alone in my parent's house like usual. The beeping I hear has to be something roaming the halls cleaning... But, I don't remember anything making that sound. Maybe mom and dad are home and dad is watching a show or playing games.

I'm tired, I should be sleeping. Or should I watch some anime until I can sleep? No, I'm too tired. My body feels too heavy with sleep. Then what woke me up? No matter, it isn't important. I want to sleep again. To go back to those choppy dreams full of nice images. A life I would rather not wake up from. The images are fading, but I can still feel what I had in them. I was happy. Happier than I have ever been. Even cooked the brunet a meal and enjoyed eating at a table with him as if it were a normal everyday occurrence. My mouth is dry. I should get up and go to the kitchen. The burning is horrible. How long have I been asleep? No matter, it can wait until morning. Wait, if I was so happy with the brunet then why is there pain? Why can't the dream come back so I know? Was it actually a bad dream?

If dad is playing a game why hasn't that incessant beeping stopped? Should I find out what it is? Maybe they brought home something annoying. Yes, they had to of. Should I go tell them they woke me up? No, I don't even know if that beeping is what woke me up. If the dream was a bad dream, why do I remember being happy? Images of shopping in actual stores, being outside in a town beneath the sun. Images of a park during the day, no, a warm day with a gentle breeze. Odd dreams. I want to go back to the one with the family. They loved me.. Right? Darn it. I can't sleep. I should get up. My body is still heavy though. Maybe just move my arm so I can look over at the moon. Yes, the gentle moon. Beautifully lighting up the night sky, surrounded by shimmering stars that stick out like sore thumbs in a sea of pitch black. Yes, I should look at the moon.

I move my arm just above my head to my pillows turning my head to the left so I can look up to my bedroom window. A wall? I look to the right finding a window but my eyes move to weird machines next to my bed. A screen of all black with a green line that peaks in areas. At the top of each peak, I hear that annoying beep. Where am I? Looking around I find I am not in my bedroom at all. I'm not at home. The ever continuing beep seems to start becoming faster along with my growing worry. Damn it! Awe, yes it's a heart monitor. I've seen it in anime. That's what the beep is so if it… I reach my hands to my chest following the wires to their sticky ends. If I do this then… I yank them from my skin ignoring the momentary pain. But the continual beeping turns into one long constant sound.

Come on! You were supposed to shut up! I find myself glaring at the monitor. I'd break you if I could move very much. Wait. Can I? Propping myself up on my elbows seemed to be pretty difficult. Could I be drugged? Whoever took me from home could have done it… Right? Looking down at my blanket-covered feet I try to wiggle my toes. They seemed to move as I wanted even though I couldn't tell how. Right leg? Yes, it raises. I can raise my thousand-pound legs. So why can't I move? Shaking my groggy head I twist in my bed just enough to place my hands flat on the mattress, swinging my left leg out. I catch the bar that was attached to the annoying thing. Causing it successfully to fall against the floor. Making the green line go away. What I hadn't planned was a tube attached to me to be yanked painfully from my arm.

Setting up completely on my bed I hold up my right arm and find a big purple bruise right at the crease of my elbow. Something is stuck in it. I realize and I pinch the top of whatever it is pulling it from my arm. Finding it was a needle of some sort I throw it to the ground where the equipment lays. Reaching up I rip whatever it was on my face off and toss it to the side as well with an annoyed growl. Without the beeping, without the needle, wires, and what not I feel a little lighter now. "Kiara, what's wrong?" A voice comes from the foot of the bed causing me to growl again. Whoever it was, I'm sure as hell not going to let them wire me up again! "Kia… Kira.." The voice corrected as I finally look at him. His dark hair looking more like shadows in the dark. His white baggy shirt and light blue jeans sticking out like a sore thumb. His dark eyes were upon me with eerie shadows under them. His face was stoic of expression but somehow… "You look familiar." I comment aloud. He only seems to glance down a moment before closing the distance between us. Walking up to the left side of the bed probably to avoid the mess on the right.

"You, don't remember?" He questions going back to just staring at me. Gosh, I feel like clocking him but… Somehow his gaze brought the heat to my cheeks instead. -I don't remember?- Bringing my legs to my chest I wrap my arms around them placing my cheek upon my knees looking at him.

"Remember what? I want to go home, please let me go." I whimper to him. What is this place? Where am I? "I don't know where I am." I speak my thought as I close my eyes.

"What do you remember Kira?" He asks right before I heard him set down on the edge of the bed. Slightly opening my eyes I look at his back. His black hair seemed to flow wildly towards the back of his head at different lengths. It was then I noticed he was practically mimicking my own position.

"I remember being home watching Naruto." I whisper raising my head to look down at my knees. "Beyond that, there are choppy dreams. At least, I think they are dreams. There is no way my own memories would be so choppy."

"Would you tell me your dreams?" He seemed almost hesitant at first but the tone in his voice calmed. It became almost soothing. Lulling me to speak more.

"There are some that are… Well private!" I pitched my voice as my cheeks flushed remembering my own dreams. He remained silent, giving no comment to them which I was thankful for. Who is this guy? Why does it feel like I know him? "I had dreams... I was a part of a real family, birthday cake, candles, presents the whole shebang. There is a brunette with brown eyes in a lot of them though. Like sitting at a table eating together like normal people. Oh and a girl with blond hair that looks so much like my aunt it's crazy. She was trying to train me to use powers like in Vampire Knight... I think. Anyway, I think I watch too much anime." I found myself mumbling the last part more towards myself.

"Did you have… any more dreams?" Really? Was he just trying to talk to me? What relevance could my dreams have to me not knowing where I am?

"I remember dream shopping. Lots of shopping, in actual stores not online. Being in a park, walking through an actual city in daylight! Seriously, not in a game either. But mainly.." I close my eyes after glancing at him, realizing he was now watching me. "I dreamed I was happy. All of the dreams had a happy feeling. Well most of them anyway. I'm not used to being happy. I just want to go back to sleep so I can start dreaming again. I want to be happy again." I found myself rambling more to myself than to him. I really do want to be happy.

"I see." He whispers causing me to look at him as he goes to stand up.

"You know, I don't know what it is. But it feels like I know you. Like really know you which I know is impossible. I've never really been out of my house and you must have nabbed me while I was sleeping or something. But, all of the feelings I get when I look at you... Are good. I don't know why though." He went to walk away and I felt my heart give a shutter in my chest. "Please! No! don't go!" I cried scrambling over the bed to catch his hand. "Please.." I found myself whimpering again as the pain begins to flow through me. Tears rolling from my left eye to the bed as I look down at the blanket. "I don't want to be alone anymore. Please... Just stay... With me.."

*L*

I was listening to her talk about her -dreams- as she calls them. She seriously doesn't remember much of anything since she got to Japan. She only truly remembers being home wherever her home is. Her sudden memory loss made my heart sink. When Amane was in questioning she openly began rambling as if she didn't remember anything before then. Only bits and pieces. I had placed it down to when she was no longer the second Kira she had lost all memories revolving around being the second Kira. Which now I know would mean all memory including actions, and even thoughts involving the death note. I had thought Kiara lost her memory as well from the sudden mood swing she did in incarceration as well and how suddenly she became more open and willing to speak with me. But now… She is a completely different person. Openly showing her emotions even talking about her dreams. Things she would have originally kept a secret. I felt myself sighing and standing to my thoughts. Even with the rules in the Death Note, Kiara isn't human and most likely doesn't work the same for her as her name being in the Death Note itself shows. She most likely wouldn't die after not writing consecutively for 13 days. Her now doing the same that Amane had done in the interrogation would leave little doubt that Kiara had in fact been Kira. Also, it would beg the question, is that 13 day rule really true?

It could be like what I originally thought about Amane. With Kiara no longer being Kira her power has passed onto someone else somehow. As with Kiara suddenly doing the same as Amane had it makes me wonder if Amane truly was the second Kira this entire time. Meaning, the thirteen-day rule would have to be false. Which would mean there definitely is, two notebooks maybe more. If that is the case then. Pursuing Kira is just a waste of time He'll never be caught. "Please! No! don't go!" I moved to walk out when my hand that had yet made it to my pocket was caught, by a small soft touch. "Please.." Looking down upon her form she was trembling and I could see tears falling upon the blanket threatening to create a small pool if not for the fabric soaking up the few tears spilling from her. "I don't want to be alone anymore. Please... Just stay... With me.." Her voice was nothing like I had ever heard from her. So full of pain that it seemed to cut right through me. -she's Lights- I told myself but I ended up setting back on the bed just as she sets up on her knees to compensate for my movement. Her cheeks were flushed beat red as tears continued to flow down her left cheek. -She's not Light's, she doesn't even remember him.- I realized as my hand seemed to raise on its own to wipe the tears from her eye.

"I'll stay." I watch as her eyes seemed to light up a bit at my words. A small quivering moonlit smile showing on her delicate lips before I was suddenly encased in her arms. Her head laying against my chest just before more tears began to spill. Light Yagami was now a full detective. Though the task force had retrieved all of the data they needed from my computers and they named Light as the new L from my giving up my position to him. Kira was no closer to being caught now than he had four years ago. I gave no argument to this. Truly, if there was anyone to succeed me it was a toss-up between Light himself and Kiara. The rest of the task force gradually stopped showing up to check on Kiara as if they had lost hope of her recovery. Mogi and Matsuda however, couldn't even come up with a single new piece of evidence over what happened at that warehouse except for footprints. The prints matched to those found dead at the scene, Kiara, Light himself, and Misa Amane. There was an area where the ropes that had bound Light still rested next to a man with a gun but, that was already known. That only further supported Light's story. Could he not have been the cause of what happened? The facts suggest he wasn't. Even Light's visits slowed down too. Aphrodite, Kiara's cousin, seemed to have vanished as quickly as she had first appeared for reasons I couldn't seem to understand. From Light's past visits he told me how he and Misa moved in with each other. Their relationship flourishing with Kiara's absence. -Yes, Light no longer sees Kiara as his.- I had feared when she did wake that her heart would still yearn for him the way it had before what had happened. I couldn't tell if I was happy for her memory loss, or deeply saddened. She doesn't even remember me. Though there is still a glimmer within her as she had said. -It seems like she knows me.- Time passed and the sun began to flow through the window of her room.

In the memories that have now been lost to her. What could she have told me about what is happening? Matsuda had revealed that fateful day that Kira had been tracking our investigation. No, their investigation. Since the beginning. Using the Gps on Yagami's phone to locate the task force location. Then used the knowledge she built a profile and began tapping every room that fit the criteria of where the Kira investigation was likely to move to next. From the start, she was watching and listening to us. Supposedly holding her own investigation as she had even hacked into Yagami's phone so she would listen in on his calls and view his texts. His explanation shed light on the reason why she had such an expensive computer system in her home. He had answered a lot of my questions while we had waited for Watari to give us her location. I had no doubt finding all that out about her that she was more capable of succeeding me than even Light was, but it also seemed that much more likely she was actually Kira.

I couldn't handle that. I found myself closing my eyes as she curled against me. Her sobs finally slowing down as the pain she was shedding began to come to an end. In the beginning, I had wanted her to be Kira. So I could focus all of my time on her. But, I also didn't want her to be Kira because that would have meant she would be executed when I caught her. Without my pursuit, Kira's killings have increased drastically as more and more people began to accept him. Knowing this I found it not so coincidental that the killings progressed shortly after Kiara being incapacitated. "Umm... Mr.?"

"Please, call me Lucien. Lucien Lawliet."

"Lu… Lucien? That means Light right?" She questions causing me to look down at her. How does she… "I don't know how I know that. I don't even know French but.. Lucien Lawliet. Seems as if I know that name." She explained before setting up with her right hand rubbing her throat. Seems as if she knows my name? Has Kiara truly been the Kira I had been going against this entire time? If she knew my name it would explain how the orphanage was destroyed and not even one made it out alive. Could it really have been a message? Was I really just dancing in the palm of her hand? "How... Long, was I sleeping?" She pulled me out of my thoughts with her question bringing me back to the very moment. -basically, how long since she had fed.- Nodding to my own thought briefly I found myself reaching up and brushing her hair from her eyes.

"Almost a complete Four years." I state watching her eyes widen, it was then I noticed they were glowing their eerie red. She was more afraid than surprised. Afraid... Is she really afraid of what she can do from hunger? Afraid of herself? Slowly closing my eyes as I reach out for her pulling her to me I took in a shallow breath remembering what I had seen one night over the surveillance cameras of this exact room. She had fed from Light. Coming to a solid decision I didn't even know why I would come to this. I tilted my head to the side guiding her head to my neck. "It's alright. I know." I spoke softly to her. It didn't take long before I felt a pain piercing into my neck. Gulping sounds reached my ear before I felt a sensation echo through my body. When was the last time I felt like this? I question myself sifting through my own memories. -Yes, it was before I was taken in by whammy's house.- The images are vague as if they were from a distorted old movie but they are still there. Covered in blood, standing over my own parents as they lay in a pile at my feet tears rolling down my eyes as I clung to an overly large-sized lollipop. There was a hum in my veins that felt like it vibrated my very form. I felt like I was floating looking down at the carnage. Pain rolled through me at the deaths of those I loved but also. The world lost two great people who would have done a lot of good, so I had felt pain for those who these people would never be able to help. -that was the last time I felt like this- I decided even as I find my fingers linking into her impossibly long black hair. The sensation grew into a full-out vibration within me before she even pulled away. Feeling her fangs leave my flesh I open my eyes seeing the world through a similar haze to that of my memory. Quickly she raised a hand and wiped the remnants of blood from her chin before staring up at me.

Even if this girl had indeed been Kira. The emotions swirling in her eyes were in complete contrast to someone who could have ever murdered without good reason. The girl who was now in my arms was innocent. More innocent than I could have ever imagined her to be. Could the death note have really changed her so much to become the girl I have grown to know and even care about? There can be no doubt as I think about it. The girl she was had withdrawn from anyone beyond Light. Her eyes were downright cold at times. She was calculating, enough so it was like every action she ever made or every word she even spoke had been well thought out before doing so. This girl, who could cry in my arms for hours, tell me her private dreams and still beg me to not leave her side so she wouldn't be alone. One who is scared of what she must intake to survive. She is almost angelic from how innocent she is. This girl right now. Never could have committed murders as Kira. It had to of been the death note's influence. "What… are... You?" she whispered breathily confusion showing through her red eyes. -what am I?- I found myself silently repeating her question to myself.