I Have the Right to Destroy

Chapter 05: Love

(Second Kira)

"Misa, are you sure about this?" asked Rem.

We were riding a train headed off for Shibuya. Rem looked so cute when she was on a train! She was huge and all boney, and to me it seemed as if everyone on the Yamanote Line were too busy to notice a creature like her was sitting next to them.

I smiled at her. Of course, I couldn't speak to her out loud, or else I'd look like a crazy person. Imagine what people would think if a cute Lolita like me were caught talking to herself! Of course they'd be interested, and then they'd look at me and see through my disguise. My plan for the day would be ruined if people saw that I was Amane Misa, teen idol on the rise! The last thing I needed were icky photographers and gossip journalists ruining my name.

That day, I was dressed more country amaloli. I had on a bright pink wig with green streaks, blue contact lenses, round wire-rimmed glasses, and a white-and-pink sundress—very uncharacteristic of punk Lolita Misa, who is usually seen on TV and magazines. I hated looking so much like a cake, but I had to look more… innocent? If I wanted to create a good plan…

Kira just had to be in Japan by now… L had to think that I was Kira, and if he's serious about capturing Kira, then he'd also be in Japan by now… and because of that, I'll have to get rid of L, for Kira's sake! He's going to love me if that happens…

"Misa, what if Kira was a woman?" Rem had asked me before, the day after I came back from Chiba.

"Then I will love her all the same!" I told her. "Love is powerful, Rem. It gave me Kira's power—you said so yourself. Poor Jealous-chan died because of love, and Misa will surely not waste his love for me. Whoever Kira is, I will love him. And he will love me too, once he finds out all that I've done for him…"

That time, Rem could only sigh with that huge, scary voice of hers. (Wait, if she can sigh, then I guess shinigami breathe too, ne?) She probably wouldn't understand the power of human love because she's a shinigami.

Shibuya was a big place to be walking alone. Just look at the scramble line! All those names, numbers and faces passing by so quickly. Busy days like these make me feel like I'm drowning in a sea of names. This is why work with the agency had been difficult for me, lately…

I found a few girlfriends to pass the time with, fortunately. Clad in our disguises, all of us agreed to meet up in Harajuku, where we could take pictures of each other.

"Misa-Misa?" she mouthed. In her chunky boots, my friend Kiyomi pattered up to me and embraced me. "I hadn't seen you since our last job in London!" she whispered.

"Kiyomi-chan!" I hugged her right back. We were both hiding our identities as models from the public today, and we were both careful not to speak too loudly. We don't want eavesdroppers or journalists snooping around us today, you know! "That was a long absence for you, I heard!How has To-Oh University been treating you since you've been back?" I asked her in English.

"You're still hung-over from the trip, I see! It's okay. Everything I missed was easy stuff. People think it was pretty stupid of me to leave just to go model for Eighteen magazine, which they say is a pretty brainless magazine. But as usual, they're just jealous," she told me. "You've been busy too, right? Last time I called, your manager told me you were out in Nagano or Nagasaki or Chiba or something…"

"I've been working hard!" I said, puffing up my cheeks in fake annoyance.

"Heh, you single girl, you. Working hard for love, you mean?"

We both exploded into a giggle fit.

Tourists also get excited and take pictures with us. It's great, being so pretty.

In the midst of doing the victory signs, grinning, and giggling gratefully at the flood of kawaii's from the tourists, Rem floated around us. She said that she was interested in photography, but she was just probably afraid of my face being on other people's cameras…

Rem, don't do anything supernatural for now, okay?

When I borrowed my friend Miki's parasol, I saw him passing by.

(Wow… as expected, he's young, and already he's… very handsome… oh, I love his hair, it looks so soft! And those glasses… he looks like such a cute emo boy!)

My message got through! Misa-Misa victory!

Rem also noticed this, but she didn't say anything. They weren't allowed to say if they see other shinigami, were they…?

During the impromptu photoshoot, Kiyomi nudged me lightly. "Remember that guy over there? The guy from my university?"

"Light Yagami?" Sure enough, he was there, walking around with a group of his friends. The guy who topped the entrance exam for To-Oh. The one who got some of his anti-Kira essays published in the Nihon Nougyou Shimbun.

He glanced at our group briefly, raised an eyebrow, and kept walking in the midst of his group of friends.

"Hee hee, he looks as serious as ever. He's probably stalking somebody for the Japanese police—or at least, he's pretending…"

I laughed. "Kiyomi-chan, don't be so hard on him just because you're one of his exes. You told me once that he's an honest guy."

"Yeah…" she scratched her head bashfully. "I guess I'm just a bit bitter. His dad's the vice chief of police, you know—the type who gets important cases and all that. Yagami-Father has admitted more than once in press conferences that Light helped him on his cases."

Important cases?

It's just Light Yagami but… this could mean that the Japanese Police responded to my call!

Then… did L respond to my call, too?

I grinned at her. "Kiyomi-chan, you're still a bit in-love with Light-kun, aren't you? We should all have coffee together after this!"

"Misa-Misa!"

See, Rem. I told you that using Sakura TV was a good idea.

I'll never forget Light Yagami. He humiliated me once before, you know.

To-Oh University had an open forum about the whole Kira situation. People from outside the university, from all walks of life, were invited. As long as the audience and the organizers were convinced that you can say something interesting, then you can be a speaker.

Kiyomi, like me, was pro-Kira. As one of the organizers of the event, she invited me to speak for the crowd. I had my apprehensions, of course: Misa-Misa is only a model who only finished high school. Would people take me seriously?

She told me that it was okay. As long as I was honest and consistent, and careful with my words, I would 'pass'. I just had to clear my head during the open forum after my speech.

I agreed.

During my speech, I told everyone that I accepted Kira's methods because of personal reasons. As I've mentioned in magazine interviews before, my parents were murdered. Despite the fact that I witnessed the killer as he escaped from our house, the murderer managed to escape death penalty or prison time. Moments after he was set free, he died from a heart attack.

My reason for supporting Kira after that is simple: there are other victims like me whom the current legal system cannot help. Kira helps everyone victimized by crime, therefore he is just.

I got applauded after that, of course. It was probably the tears in my eyes when I narrated the story of my parents. However, when the open forum came, that jerk Light…

He actually challenged my eyewitness account.

I'm not saying that what Amane-san saw was right or wrong. But to trust in that testimony alone is not enough to say that the man was guilty. You could think about it this way, Amane-san: if you, the other witnesses, the police, and the lawyers were unable to paint a clear picture of the crime itself, how could Kira know who is truly guilty? What gives Kira the right to judge? The right to destroy?

I'm not sure how the people in the auditorium reacted when he asked his questions. I vaguely heard people booing him… or maybe they were saying, "yeah, go Yagami-kun!" I wasn't able to answer that because I just broke down in tears.

Kiyomi-chan and I decided against having coffee with Light-kun, after all. Who knows what he'll say to us, anyway?

Using some old videotapes sent from Nagano, I told the police that I have found Kira. As Second Kira, I thanked them for showing the diary I sent to the public. Sakura TV is such a great TV station. Anything that will help with their ratings is good.

As expected, the police and the media freaked out when they heard this. "Please confess," they said in a speech of righteousness.

Misa-Misa is a nice person, so she followed their orders.

There were three places mentioned in the diary: "I went shopping with a friend in Shinjuku." "We exchanged notebooks in Harajuku." "We dated in Aoyama."

In the Blue Note Café in Aoyama, I saw him again. Today, I wore a simple disguise: shirt, jeans, a short black wig, no make-up, and black-rimmed glasses. He was talking to a Japanese woman, who seemed to be a friend of his. Gasp! Oh no! Is she… is she a girlfriend of his? Although, now that I'm seeing him up close, it would seem that he was disguised as a flat-chested girl…

Or maybe he was a flat-chested girl… but that was definitely his name floating over his head! It didn't have those weird numbers or anything! I don't know much about Western names, but I'm pretty sure that it was a boy's name… it sounds so… manly!

That woman... Naomi Misora, is it? I'll have to remember that name… Just in case Kira asks me to do something about it. Hee hee.

I felt a bit bad after that, but in the first place, I knew that I shouldn't come forward so easily. So I did what I had to…

"Rem, can you… make him touch this when we're out of the bathroom? You don't have to say anything to him or his death god. He'll figure things out for himself…"

I gave her ateeny-tiny piece of the Death Note with some writing in it. (I kept some pieces of it in my underwear. Safety first! Tee hee.)

She sighed that strange shinigami sigh again. Rem is so cute when she knew she can't refuse me.

Sure enough, Kira saw my shinigami. He was surprised, but not scared at all when he saw it—in fact, he looked at Rem as if she were a piece of furniture. Not excited at all.

Tee hee.

There weren't many places where we could meet in private; we had to make do with a shady-looking love hotel. We'll only be here for a few hours, fortunately. Our first change of clothes was already sitting in a dumpster outside.

"Kira judged the person who killed my parents… everyone knows that, and everyone knows that I love Kira because of what he did for me and my family! So please… Misa can do whatever you ask me to do!"

He held my Death Note gingerly between two fingers. It was as if he were afraid of damaging it, or of insulting the Shinigami by my side.

(I can't blame him—after all, Rem just told him that she'll kill him if he tried to hurt or kill me in any way. Rem, you're too protective of me!)

He looked at me. The glasses were off his face now. It was difficult to look into his eyes—they were wide, they seemed to be afraid to be so exposed. Maybe he wasn't used to strong emotions, or maybe he was just obsessed with controlling his feelings? In any case, I worked hard to look into his eyes. He might not know it, but they're beautiful.

"You'll never lie to me, will you, Amane-san?" he asked me in Japanese.

"Misa-Misa would never tell lies to you, only to other people," I told him. At this time, I was kneeling on the floor.

He thought for a long time. He looked at Rem with a vague look, and then to his side. "I see. I guess I have no choice then, Amane-san. I respectfully ask you: will you work with me in my mission to renew the world?"

All I could do was gasp. My eyes filled up with tears of joy.

I crawled towards him and put my arms around his waist. He was incredibly skinny—all I felt under his clothes were his bones. They were lovely.

Taken aback, he fell off his chair. He wasn't sitting like Michelangelo tonight (wait, or maybe it was Donatello or Leonardo or Raphael or Berninny, or maybe the guy was French? Napoleon? Hmm… Misa should really study more European everything); he was upright, with only half of his back leaning against the computer chair's back. I should have known that if I hugged him like that, he would lose his balance and we'd both crash to the ground. Hee hee. Silly Misa-Misa.

Now we were on the floor. He seemed to not know what to do. Or maybe he was just thinking of his next move. Ever since meeting him, that's all I've ever seen him do. I guess with his mission to change the world—no, to rule it, even—it's truly necessary to always think…

That's why men need women. Distract them when it's necessary; love them when no-one else will.

"I will follow you wherever you will go," I whispered to him softly. Yes, Misa-Misa will follow you into your new world.

Into the dark…

"Misa-san. Didn't I just tell you that I'm already being investigated by the Japanese Police? What are you doing here?" he whispered into my ear.

"I couldn't wait to see you again," I told him.

He closed his eyes, as if to control some of his burning feelings (for me, no doubt!). "Then, please get off me…" he muttered.

"Oh, sorry…" I must have pounced on him too hard. I really have to remember that he's much younger than me.

He led the way to where he was staying. I worried a bit that I got too excited, that I pounced on him when we were still outside. But I shouldn't worry. Den-en-chofu was a very Western-looking residential area with expatriates living in it, so Kira didn't really stand out in this neighbourhood. Maybe a few eccentric friends pouncing on each other wasn't considered too abnormal, ne?

Oh yeah. He did mention that he was already being investigated by the Japanese Police… didn't he? Ah, Misa-Misa should really pay attention. If they're snooping around, then I'm a suspect already!

Oh well. I'll just have to kill them, if it comes to that. Hee hee!

If the Japanese Police gets us, then let it be. Misa-Misa will not lose to you!

If L gets us, then let him get me! Misa-Misa will win, even against you! In the name of love!

- Chapter 05 end -

Notes: Hurray for Misa, for I must have tortured your brains too much with this rather random Misa chapter. "Dammit, enough cradle-snatcher ditzy non-sequitur Misa! Where are the clues, you bastard!" Haha! Hurray for 'Kiyomi-chan'—is this still Takada though, I wonder, since I bastardized the character a bit too much…? I'm not even sure if it's normal for models in Japan to still go to university—all I know is it's normal where I come from, haha! Anyway, you have to add out-of-character elements in your characters to make them a bit more interesting and original, right? Ah, excuses, excuses. XD

Also, hurray for Wikipedia for being so easy-to-use. I've never been to Japan my entire life, either. And hurray for the Ninja Turtles for giving me more ideas XD

Ah, by the way. I am always interested in reading your theories. If you're worried about people 'stealing' your hypotheses, or if you're just worried about how outrageous your theories are, you can always visit my profile page to PM me. :) Thanks for reading!