Chapter 3

Eight years have passed since I last saw L. I made the mistake of never finding out his last name before leaving. Turns out, the thing Mr. Whammy wanted to talk to me about was the couple who was adopting me. I was overjoyed to know that someone wanted me. For once, he didn't even cross my mind until we were on the plane to my new home in America.

I never even got to say goodbye.

And the last thing he said to me, "I'll be waiting". But how long would he wait for me?

Years passed, but he still remained on my mind. I dated men and a few times, I honestly thought I was in love, but then, memories of him would enter my mind and there was no point to the relationship.

But now, I've finally given up on my true love, L, and have settled for a man named Darrel Shose. We're engaged to be married this spring. Now L was running out of time and not a step closer to finding me than the day I left.

Darrel was a good man and I really did love him a lot, just not to the extent that I knew for a fact that I was capable of. Darrel's mother's side of the family originated in Japan, naturally, he insisted that we move there, had no complaints, the culture had always intrigued me. When in Japan, Darrel received a job with the local police. Along the line, Darrel ran into some trouble. He was arrested under suspicion of stealing confiscated drugs from the police station and giving them away to minors but was later released due to lack of evidence.

I was walking home from my job at a large business building when a large limo drove past, drenching my suit with muddy water. I growled to myself as I looked at the brown stain covering the front of my suit. The driver was lucky I hadn't gotten the license plate number, otherwise there would have been hell to pay.

I made my way into our small home and headed into the kitchen, where I began to prepare dinner for myself and Darrel. I heard the front door slam shut.

"Darry, is that you?" I called out. No one answered. I peered into the hallway to see the source of the noise. Darrel was in the front hall. He look very angry. His dark eyes were set on my face.

"Darry?" I repeated, fear growing inside me. Darrel was twice my size and could easily overtake me. "Are you alright?" I asked, coming closer, my trust in my fiancé was too great for me to fear him hurting me.

"You lying, cheating bitch!" he yelled, throwing a fist forward, colliding with my cheek. "How could you do this to me?!?" he roared so loud, I feared the neighbors would hear. Then again, I also hoped that the neighbors would hear.

"Darry, what are you talking about?!" I asked, I had no idea what he was talking about! I had never cheated on him!

"Don't LIE!" he yelled and threw another punch in my direction.

It continued like this for nearly an hour.

I was on the floor, bleeding and bruising in many spots. I had managed to crawl across the room into a corner, a lot of good that would do me, I thought. He was breathing heavily as he began to cross the room towards me.

Suddenly, he grabbed his gun out of his police belt and his breathing became a wheezing sound. He put the gun to his head and pulled the trigger without a second thought or even flinching. He fell to the ground.

Darrel was dead.

I hurried to the phone and called the police. This couldn't be my Darrel! He would have never done that to me. Something had been controlling him. Or in better words, someone had been controlling him. Was my hypothesis correct?

The police were there and removed his body. I told them what happened and how I thought that he wasn't acting like himself, and how he suddenly had a turned and killed himself. I heard one of the officers say something like "well, at least it's not another Kira killing, it seems we've got enough of those on our hands." But how wrong this officer was. Kira had killed Darrel, I knew it.

At that moment, I vowed revenge on Kira. He would be caught. And I would be the one to do it.