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Mora races home, her feet pounding hard on the wet street as she dodges between two cars. Running at full speed. Come on you can do it. The front steps to her house are in sight. Giving it all her effort, she sprints up to her house. Her mother, Elaine, is waiting for her with a huge smile on her face. "You shaved two and a half seconds off your time!" Elaine says excitedly. Panting hard Mora just smiles at her mother.
After she catches her breath Mora and her mother go inside the house, "You are going to do great at the meet this weekend, darling." Elaine tells her. "I hope so." Mora responds. "This is the last one before school ends." A few scouts will be there to watch her time, and then depending on who is going to give her a full ride, she will finally choose a university.
As Elaine heads into the kitchen to prepared dinner, Mora yells to her mom "I am going to go to my room to finish my assignment." Entering her bedroom and flicks on the light. Her room a faint yellow color, simple and neat with just her bed, dresser, and computer desk. Sitting down at the desk she starts up her laptop. Opening the web browser, she returns to the Kira fan site. I've already decided how to finish my essay. Just explaining there is little known about his killing method but there are many theories.
She finds the notebook of death theory page and clicks.
"Some say there is a notebook of death, The Deathnote allows the user to kill people by simply writing down their name while thinking of their face."
Mora reads and rereads it many times. Could this be possible? I mean how? There is no way this could be real. Where would it come from, and how would it get here? And how did Kira come to possess it?
Too many questions of believability come with this theory. But why.. why can't I let it go?
Mora lets out a long drawn out sigh. She jots down her last few thought for her essay, then types it up and prints. She gets up and puts it away in her bag for school the next day. Her eyes trail back to her laptop. Sitting back down, she reads the theory again.
3 days later.
Light is starting to become impatient. "Why hasn't anyone picked up the notebook yet?" He growls. Ryuk's laugh can be heard from the shadows.
Mora is walking to school, the sun shining brightly. After 3 days of rain, it seems to have returned to the typical weather for June. There is less than a week left of school, all I have to do is win my next face and I am all set.
Stopping inside a shop to grab a drink and breakfast sandwich. Mora emerges and stop by the bin to throw out her trash. Suddenly she pauses and peers into the garbage. Right at the top of the bin is a thin black notebook. Her eyes widen curiously as she picks it up and turns it over. The single word on the cover reads "Deathnote"
Mora gasps and quickly drops it back into the bin. Standing there, staring at the notebook she thinks, this has got to be some kind of prank. There is no way this is for real. I mean someone put it into the trash.
Slowly Mora picks the notebook back up, opening the cover she finds more writing.
"The human whose name is written in this not shall die."
Unable to help herself, Mora begins to laugh. She had spent hours over the past few days researching Deathnotes. She had found no list of rules, or instructions anywhere. It was pretty clear to her now that the people writing these theories had never seen, never mind held an actual deathnote.
Her mind was racing. Can this be true? Is this actually real? What am I going to do, what should I do with this? Mora tries to calm herself down. Wait a second, lets calm down and think this through. Besides I'm going to be late for school.
Mora slips the Deathnote into her messenger bag and sprints off to school.
"Great time Mora!" Coach yells to her. "Thanks." Mora pants. Practice has just ended. Mora goes to change back into her regular clothes and head then head home.
"Hey girl" Mora hears the voice of her best friend coming from behind her. "Oh, hi Jade" "You know, I watched you run." Jade tells her. Really? "Since when did you care about track?" Mora asks with a raised eyebrow. Jade pretends to be offended "Me.. not care? Ha. No, but seriously you are so good. I was pretty impressed." Mora is a little shocked that Jade took the time to watch. "Well thanks." Mora smiles at her friend.
They head out of the locker room together. Mora only runs home on the days that practice is canceled. So today, like most days, Mora walks home with Jade. Jade is on the student council and currently planning the end of year celebrations. It just happens that they end up finishing around the same time. Jade is beautiful and popular, and pretty much Mora's only friend.
"You know Mora, I've been thinking about that Kira assignment we had to do." Jade says suddenly interrupting Mora's thoughts. "What about it?" She asks Jade. "Well, I just think it is kind of creepy, I mean he was a serial killer after all, why are we even learning about him?" Jade has a concerned look on her face. "I don't know Jade, I found it to really be quite interesting. He didn't see himself that way, you know? Mora tries to sound indifferent. But to be honest since the assignment she had become a little obsessed with Kira. Everything about Kira got her excited, and she kind of understood what he thought he could accomplish. "I don't know, I just mean, some people were effected by what he did, you know? I mean, my uncle was one of his victims." Jade reminds Mora. I would hardly call him a victim. "I forgot about that, I mean it was so long ago now. It has been ten years since Kira's death." Mora pauses outside of her house. "Well Jade, I will see you tomorrow" "Hey wait, you don't want to hang out?" Jade asks. "No I can't tonight, I'll see you tomorrow." Mora waves bye to her and hurries inside.
No one else is home. Mora runs up the stairs into her room, and throws her bag onto her bed. Sitting down at her desk, she clicks her computer to life.
Mora gets a sudden prickling on the back of her neck. She slowly turns around. There in the middle of her bed, her bag is open and a black notebook lay halfway out of it.
The Deathnote.
How did I forget about you.