Mikami remembered the exact moment when he had first heard of Kira.
It had been late at night, a couple years after he had become a prosecutor. He had seen enough of the system to know that it was broken, unjust, but he was wise enough to know that it was all he had to work with, given what he had.
He had just returned from a long day at work, where the serial killer Okadu Osamu had gotten his DNA evidence suppressed by some tricky legal loophole his slime ball lawyer had found. Without the DNA linking the man to the crime, and with only a motive left and circumstantial evidence, the jury had acquitted, sending the killer on his merry way.
Mikami had been nursing a drink, warding off a growing headache, trying not to dwell on the downs of his job, when the phone had rang.
"Hello?"
"Mikami? You're never going to believe this! You know that guy in court from earlier! Well, he-"
Mikami managed to recognize the frantic, excited tone on the other line as Yuki Shiro, a bright, cheery girl who occasionally helped him with his cases.
"Slow down; what's going on?"
"Mikami! It's incredible! Osamu's dead!"
Instantly, Mikami's headache vanished.
"What?"
"Osamu's dead! He's dead! You've got to see it! He's right outside the convince store by the Kazou Shrine! The police are here and everything! It's unbelievable! Hurry!"
Mikami stood up, an anxious trill going through him that he hadn't felt in a long time.
"I'm on my way."
The crime scene was only a few blocks from the courthouse, and Mikami found himself there within minutes, along with the police, an ambulance, and a large crowd of people.
Mikami cut his way through the crowd to the front of the crowd, anxious to see the truth. His eyes landed upon the twisted face of Osamu, distorted in agony, his motionless hands clutching at his chest, and Mikami felt a strange, cold sense of satisfaction descend upon him.
So. Justice had been served, after all.
"What happened?" he asked a nearby observer. The man turned to him, his eyes wide.
"Don't you know?" he said breathlessly. "It's incredible! Not five minutes after his acquittal was announced on the evening news, Osamu just crumpled over and died from a heart attack right outside the convince store!"
"A heart attack?" Mikami repeated, watching as the police covered the body with a sheet.
"Yeah! He was fine, and then he just died! Personally, I think it's Kira again. He always seems to hate it when justice goes awry."
Mikami turned sharply.
"Kira?"
"Haven't you heard? Criminals have been dying off from heart attacks world wide! The police are trying to keep it quiet, but it's definitely happening! It's like someone's passing divine judgment on the world or something, and all those deemed unworthy are eliminated! So far, the per perpetrator's only known as 'Kira', and so far people have been saying..."
Mikami half-listened as the man beside him prattled on excitedly about Kira, reflecting on the immediate information he had heard: a god had descended to earth and was passing judgment on the unrighteous.
It was exactly what he had been waiting for his entire life.
Mikami watching with a thin smile as the paramedics loaded up the sheeted body and drove away, his eyes cold despite the warmth of the summer night.
It was the best night of Mikami's life.
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