How ridiculous. Giving up your life just to take down one cRyuked politician. I've got no problem with trying to rid the world of corruption, but not at that cost. True enough though: this world is rotting...
Light Yagami thought as he entered the double doors to the hall where the assassination had occurred. The odor didn't phase me much; I was accustomed to worse sights. I was being accompanied with some Self Defense Force units after getting the order from headquarters since my usual partners weren't in the area.
I walked toward the terrorist's body and looked it over. Then I went back to the manager who had stayed by the door and asked him to see the surveillance tapes of the hotel.
"Please, right this way."
My department was a special anti-terrorist subunit. I had worked my way in after getting a recommendation and graduating with honors with a degrees in criminal law and psychology from Waseda University. The recommendation was by my late father and detective's supervisor for insights into the cases they were working.
I was placed in the same division as father. Having an absolute sense of justice, I came to detesting the fact I could do little in my position while my co-workers were content with taking the smaller cases. Even in the cases that we did get into, many of the criminals got away due to some loophole in the law structure. People on the streets were scared of walking alone at night because these criminals were let loose with loose terms. Frustrated to a point of madness, I looked for a way out.
I got married at age twenty-two.
She was a reporter for a foreign news station that I came to know first through college and then through run-ins with my division. Kiyomi Takeda was a foreign student from the U.S. who had a stern outlook on corporate crime from what I recall from the law classes I took with her. Even as a reporter she would always look for leads for corruption and try to expose it. She was also pretty good looking.
We were a good match, but the marriage didn't seem to quell my appetite for justice.
I need to change this rotting world.
I had abstained from alcohol until that point. At that point, I decided to get heavily intoxicated at some little unknown pub I had come know. A half a dozen shots later, I was thrown onto the street for something I couldn't remember. That was when Ryuk came into the picture.
Ryuk was an unusual person. At our first meeting, he wore some dark punk outfit topped with fur collar. He came up to me eating an apple, "so, eh, you want to change the world, eh?"