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Sukiro was not a murderer. Or rather, she had never been a murderer or even considered herself capable of murdering someone. But Sukiro had never been given the chance to do so, either. She had never been in the situation where she had someone's life in her hands, where she could end someone's life with just the pull of a trigger. She was small and introverted, not someone who would ever confront anyone she disliked, even when she sometimes felt enough hate to do so. She had never been given a gun before, however. What she was given instead was a notebook. A notebook of death.
A Death Note.
At first she had doubted the notebook. It appeared cheesy and as fake and ordinary as any other notebook could get. It had rules written on it, all which seemed to indicate that the notebook could be used to kill. But of course she wouldn't believe so. You had to be Delusional and stupid to believe something like that. And Sukiro was anything but stupid. Or at least, she liked to think she wasn't the least stupid at all. Delusional? Maybe a little. Sometimes.
Sukiro had heard everything about Kira. Kira was her source of envy. His method of murdering didn't interest her in the least. What did it matter if it was with a gun or just by wishing so? As long as it ended someone's life on one's will, it was enough to her. She envied his courage. His power. His will. And also, his loyalty to his ideals. He didn't seem to kill out of hate. He killed not for himself, but for the better of the world. Although that was what least mattered to Sukiro. If she had Kira's powers, she probably wouldn't kill for other people. She would most definitely kill for herself. She was selfish and slightly psychotic in that sense.
Sukiro took the notebook home because in a way, it caught her interest. She didn't hate the idea of playing God, even if was all a little fantasy. She had never before made use of a diary, but a diary of death suddenly appealed to her. Maybe she could release her inner tensions that way. Let out her twisted needs.
Gina Tadao was the first name she wrote down, with a twisted smile taking over her thin lips. It was her first year at To-Oh university, and she already felt sickened by the sight of that girl. Plastic. Annoying. Irrational. Everything she could possibly hate in a person. Usless. Yes, definitely useless. The world wouldn't be better without her, she was as insignificant as anything could get. She wouldn't be better either, Sukiro knew. But it would be someone less to annoy her, and that was something. Yes, that was enough for her to want Gina Tadao dead. More than enough.
Suni Akako was the next name Sukiro wrote. She had no specific reason to write that girl's name down, either. Simply because she was slightly annoyed by her existence. And also because she was a little bored. She chuckled a little as she wrote it down. I would do a terrible God, she thought. A really fun one, too.
Sukiro almost wrote her own name down.