Chapter 38
"Are you sure about this Lucien?" I ask as he tugs me out of Watari's car since I had grabbed a hold of a seat belt to try and keep myself in place. We had pulled up outside of a house that does seem familiar to me but it's definitely not MY home. Maybe Lucien is on drugs. Really. Having lost the struggle when Watari decided to help him I am officially out of the car with the door slammed shut behind me.
"Yes, maybe some familiarity will help you with your memory gaps." He speaks with his thumb upon his bottom lip pushing at it as he slouches with his left hand in his pocket. He was looking at me with his usual expressionless gaze that, to be honest, gave me the creeps most of the time. "You did live here for nearly an entire year." he mumbles as he turns and walks towards the front door of the house. Pulling out a key from his pocket as he moves causes me to tilt my head in confusion. Yea, if this was actually my house then why does he have the key? Shaking the thoughts out of my head I give a huff as I puff out my cheeks following him inside. Looking towards the living room I see a large television with two armchairs, a couch, a lamp, and a coffee table. Nothing was out of place. Odd. Turning towards the kitchen I walk into it and examine the cupboards. Two coffee cups, two sets of plates, bowls, saucers. -Wait... Everything is set in two? Why? I hate the number two it's completely weird and worse than the number one.- Shaking my head I notice there is very little food and what was there were sugary snacks. -Well maybe- There was also hot cocoa, chocolate mocha, and coffee grounds sitting in one area near a coffee maker. -this house could possibly be mine yet.- "What's wrong Kira?" Lucien questions causing me to jump away from my thoughts and look at him.
"Oh! Umm, well it feels like someone completely different lived here. There's not even Pizza in the freezer." I said as I sighed moving forward back to the stairs. -Seriously, what kind of house would I have without my favorite food in it. Also, why can't I remember anything? Lucien said that he had seen people from the case he had been working on suddenly come up with amnesia but certainly not to this extent... What in the world did that mean anyway? Is there a virus going around that causes sudden bursts of Amnesia?- Taking the first door I come to at the top of the stairs I open it and walk into the barren room. Only one thing really jumped out at me and made my eyes widen and brought a gasp from me. A three-screen computer that I could just vaguely remember watching anime on and doing lots of shopping. Walking up to it I first run my fingers across the back of the computer chair. Unable to stop myself I jump into the chair and set upon it in Indian style flicking on the computer.
"Kira, what are you doing?" Lucien asks proving to me he was still behind me with his eyes boring into my back.
"Well, you wanted me to come here to see if it sparks up some sort of familiar feelings or even memories, correct?" I speak as my fingers fly across the keyboard once the center screen came to life. Without even giving him a chance to respond I speak again. "Well, if this is really my house then my main room to be in would be this one. Meaning, if there is anything on this computer then it should come up as familiar." And as I thought, as I brought up the browser I already had multiple sites bookmarked. Mainly of different anime. At least one thing in the house seemed familiar. Exiting out of the browser I begin to sift through the documents. -I wonder what I had on here.- It was blank however which left me stumped. Normally I would keep a secondary diary or something on my computer. There was nothing… unless…
Suddenly standing up causing the computer chair to roll backward until I heard someone catch it I run my fingers around the tower of my computer. Everything was intact. I wouldn't expect anything more. But then… Turning on my toes I run past Lucien back downstairs to grab a butter knife. By the time I reached the stairs again, he was in the hallway at the top of them staring at me. For once if I was right, his gaze held curiosity. Running up the stairs I move back into the computer room and look over the tower again. "What are.." he began to ask moving up closer to me before I slide the knife beneath one of the folded pieces of tin that were the side of the computer tower and begin prying it off. I learned once from how nosey my uncle is to hide my important DO NOT READ computer documents so he wouldn't find them. Not really being a computer genius for more than just surfing porn I had gotten into a habit of hiding things where most won't look. "In the tower" I speak aloud as I finish popping the side off and look inside.
It had the usual memory sticks, motherboard, modem, fan near the back, cd and DVD drive but… just beneath them. I found myself biting on my bottom lip as I slip my fingers into the open crevice that otherwise would remain hidden. My fingers brush against something resting within the small space and I nearly shouted with glee. -Maybe this is my house after all!- Retrieving my USB drive I begin putting the side back onto the tower.
"Maybe you are right after all Lucien, I can't really think of anyone else besides me who hides things like this." I tell him holding up the USB so he could see, before plopping back into my computer chair. Sliding the drive into the port I wait a second before clicking on the icon to bring up the window and opening its contents. I held my breath as the window began filling with different documents, videos, pictures, and music. "Really, I must have filled it to the very max." I spoke even though I knew deep down this is the very same USB I used to hide back at home. Scrolling through the items one folder came to view in all caps. -DO NOT READ- seriously how stealthy is that? Before coming here, Lucien had told me about how secretive I had been before the incident that landed me in a coma. I was always cautious and calculating. Weird. But, if I really was like that then why would I name a folder DO NOT READ? It's like begging someone to read it. "Lucien. Since I don't know what this file says would you mind searching for my mom's bag? You know in case it's compiled of my converted diaries?" I ask him without looking back at him.
"Oh... Sure." he mumbled before I heard him step out of the room. Taking in a breath I bring open the file. Within the folder, there were indeed dates signifying journal entries. But they all stopped a bit before my 18th birthday. -What the heck is up with that?- But, there was one document that was named KIRA LAKE. I just about opened it when I heard Lucien walk back into the room. Quickly closing out of the file and the USB I pull it from the port and stand pocketing it. "As I thought. My journal entries that I had converted to file form in case something ever happened to my diary." I muttered before looking around the room. Why I was hiding this from Lucien, I don't know. It just felt like something was poking at the back of my brain and telling me not to tell him. At least not until I find out what that document is. Finally taking note of the small TV. Setting next to a recorder and a laptop with my I pad connected to it. Smiling to Lucien I take my bag from him and begin disconnecting the laptop and my I pad stuffing them into my already full bag. Zipping it I pull it over my shoulder and turn back to him. "Shall we go now?" I question and he just nods before turning and walking out.
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Back at the place where Lucien and I were staying. The very building that according to him was once the Kira task force headquarters I find myself back in my room setting on the couch with the coffee table pulled closer to me. Digging out the laptop I boot it up. As I wait for the screen to show the desktop I dig into my pocket and retrieve my USB. -What could be in that document?- I found myself wondering before finally popping it in and pulling back up the folder. This time I found myself hesitating over the file KIRA LAKE. Closing my eyes I suck in a breath before jabbing the touchpad mouse twice quickly with my finger. Successfully clicking it open. Squinting to only peek at the document first before actually opening both of my eyes and reading.
Kira,
You may be wondering right now what this file is and why I have things labeled the way I do. I, am you. I hid our USB in the exact place I knew you would look and even labeled this folder the ungodly ridiculous name I had, just so it would catch your attention. I placed this file in with our journal entries so it would be at the bottom and you would be more apt to open it.
If you are in fact reading this, then we have lost our memories. I am writing this right now because I know that a certain someone is beginning to lose himself in darkness. This is my insurance policy. I have no idea how much memory I will lose but from what I have seen from the anime. Everything that pertains to the Death Note will vanish from our consciousness. So here, I will tell you.
One night we were messing around on the computer looking stuff up. We wanted to get as much information as possible on energies and magic so that maybe we could convert what we read into actual actions that may help us awaken so Mom and Dad won't leave us alone so much. Well, it was a thought. We really hated being alone and blamed their loveless emotions towards us on us not being awakened. While searching though we got bored and found a particular anime. It was called Death Note. Which we found out a little later on that Mom and Dad both love that anime as well and they have DVDs of the English version. Even named us after the Kira in the anime. We would watch it constantly until finally one day, we made a Death note of our own.
You may be wondering now, how is this even possible? Making a Death Note? What is a Death Note anyway? -hmm… got me there- I thought before continuing my reading. Well, we made it possible by using our hidden spiritual energies and paid for a death note. The cost was a chunk off of our life span. Although even to this day I am not even sure if that really pertains to us. We are immortal. Infinity divided by half is still infinity right? Either way. A death note is a notebook of death. Anyone whose name you write in it while thinking of their face dies. We only used it a few times though before our life became thrown completely out of whack. We are now in the Death note world. Inside the anime. The very anime that is still saved inside our Ipad. You should watch it. Or maybe you shouldn't. It may be more fun to make decisions while they are still unknown to you. I can't really remember what I was like before Death note. You may be similar to me and prefer to know as much as possible before moving forward. So it's up to you.
I should tell you though, beneath the floorboard in the computer room. The third plank from the back left wall you should jab your energy into it and look inside. That's if you don't remember it. The keys to our diary are in a hidden compartment I made in mom's backpack. Just empty out all of the contents and feel around. You may even partially remember what to look for. Also, I am telling you this because I think I would lose basically all my memory since I arrived here. This is the death note world so the majority of my thoughts are on the death note, notebook, and anime. Everything I did was for the one I love but, if you are reading this then... We have been betrayed. Read our diary, I may have purposefully left it cryptic but I have faith that you will figure it out. Good luck.
Oh, and be sure to delete this file once you are done. Completely wipe it clean.
-Huh? could I really believe everything that was typed here? It seems almost too much to even believe.- Yet, I find myself doing as it says and completely removing all traces of the document. Why I would listen to it… myself... Her... Whatever, I'm so confused right now it's not even funny. Pushing my laptop to the side to create more room on the table I find myself dumping out all of the things from the backpack. First looking inside, I couldn't even tell that there was anything there that even could be a -secret compartment- so I pushed my hand inside and wiggled my fingers around against the bottom of the lining.
My eyes widen as I find a small nearly unnoticeable slit in the fabric and what felt like a necklace inside. Retrieving it I hold up the chain looking at two keys. One on either side of a moon pendant. The pendant itself was absolutely beautiful and truly does remind me of the moon stuck in the blackness of a night sky. Grabbing my diary case I slide one of the keys into the lock and release its hold. Flipping the clasp, I open it and retrieve my diary from within. First fingering the fuzzy red cover before opening it and skimming the dates for the last one that is on the USB. Tonight, I am going to figure out what the heck has been going on in my life that this... Amnesia. Has taken away from me. To my dismay though, it seemed the dates became scattered as if I had lost interest in writing within my diary but the longest had to of been a little over a week before I completely stopped writing. Sighing I set back so my spine was against the couch before I begin to read.