The rest of the trip had been uneventful, almost standard considering how things started out.

They still landed in JFK like planned considering that was the closest airport for an emergency landing. The terrorist's plans had come to an abrupt halt all because of Maria's deeds.

The best act of kindness is the kind were no thanks were needed.

She had been a sort of daze throughout the entire process of the army officials rushing on board the plane, taking control and bringing all the passengers, pilots and flight attendants included, into custody. Mira had been careful to hide the Death Note in her bag, shoving it far below the books, magazines and ipod she brought along.

"Samira, I'm going to go look outside, I'll be back later." Raito had said quite awhile ago, and with his strange powers dissipated into the wall and disappeared.

Mira was alone again...

Signing she nodded, grabbing her bag in the process as her row was called to deboard the plane. Something or someone tapped her on the shoulder. She snapped her head around, shocked as it had startled her but of course nobody had done it. Eyes narrowed and a concerned look furrowed across her brow the new "Kira" ignored it for the time being and realizing she was holding up the line followed the others getting off.

After getting off the plane, going through the whole process of identifying herself and then checking for injuries she was allowed to call her parents. She called her Dad first who picked up the phone immediately. Almost crying she could hear his shallow breathes as he tried to suck it in.

"Mira I'm so happy your alright!"He exclaimed, which brought a small smile across her face. "Yeah, I'm good..." As her voice trailed off a concerned father asked, "Are you sure you're alright?" Mira nodded meekly though she knew he couldn't see her. "Yeah, I'm fine. Look I'm only allotted a little time on the phone and I do have to call Mom to let her know I'm here." Mira told her father. He breathed in deeply and she could tell he was hurt. "Of course, of course."He was talking too fast and she had to bite her lip to stop from striking up conversation again. "I'll see you later dear. Give your best to your Mom and..." He paused, "I'm just happy you're alright, I love you." Mira had to suck up the falling sobs. She wanted to tell him everything.

A devoted father, filled to the brim with love for his daughter. A distressed daughter who didn't know what to say.
She didn't tell him anything.

"I love you too, bye."

And with that Mira hung up.

She knew that had a been a key point in the transformation. The transformation into what it means to be "Kira". If she wanted that title she had to accept her fate.

Giving up her previous life for this new, bloody, gruesome and over all shameless life was no easy task. But Mira would manage.

As long as Raito was by her side she could do anything.

Anything he asked.

Sighing softly to himself he brushed a dark lock of hair out of his what looked to be eyeliner darkened eyes. A faint light golden glow radiated off his sickeningly pale skin. Hunched over the figure had both hands in either pant pocket, the jeans baggy and almost too big for his slim waist. He had on a plain white long-sleeved shirt that was a few sizes too big for him, in which the torso portion of the shirt billowied off him when he moved. Tapping his feet on the ground, the bare flesh clapped softly against the cold concrete.

L Lawliet or more commonly known as simply "L" yawned loudly to himself, pulling one skinny palm out of his pocket to scratch the side of his face.

He was situated in the middle of the airport.

But nobody took notice to this strange character who made no effort to move out of the way out of the hustle and bustle of the busy New Yorkers.

His moving would do him no good because sadly it was a pointless effort. As displayed earlier when a man walked straight through the awkward looking youth, phasing through his nonexistent body with not so much as glance in L's direction.

It would take a terribly long time to get used to that, the being dead part.

Being dead wasn't all bad.

He wasn't tired ever, never thirsty and there was no need for bathrooms. But there was something, something horrible that even now if he saw a person with it he would have to hold himself back to save himself from the disappointment.

Sweets.

He didn't need to eat anymore.

L could almost hear his stomach growling but of course that was all his imagination. He had no stomach now, it was all spiritual powers of a Guardian Angel that made up his body. He was just a soul. Nothing more, nothing less.

It had been an accident that thing on the plane. He hadn't meant to touch her and in his haste to disappear he lost track of Mira.

"Mira, where did you go?"The Guardian Angel asked himself, scanning the crowd of people quickly before spotting his person.

"Ah."

Large white wings unfurled from his back, reaching a great wingspan of 13 feet. Beating them furiously L managed to bring himself into the air, pulling up with all his might. Taking off was still hard no matter how much flying he had already done.

L still choose to remain invisible to her, not wanting to spoil things just yet.

Whatever Raito had planned he wanted to see how it went first because wasn't sure exactly why Raito choose Samira of all people.

The Angel hovered over her, fiddling with his halo while they both awaited Raito's return.

Mira could have sworn she felt somebody back there. She was still thinking about it as she rode in the cab headed for his Mother's skyscraper pent house in the city. Maybe it had been her imagination... A troubled look fell across her face which caused the cabbie to look back at her, eyeing the girl carefully.

"Yo' alright?" He asked, his thick New Yorker accent made it almost difficult to understand him.

"Yeah, I'm fine." She held up a hand and smiled nervously at him.

Shrugging the man returned to driving and didn't speak to her the rest of the ride.

"We're here." The cabbie told Mira. Startled Mira jolted awake. She been concentrating so hard she hadn't realized that they had reached the 50 story skyscraper that cast such a shadow it left a draft in this terribly noisy city. "Thank you." She pulled her suitcase out with her and set it down on the curb, paying the cabbie the needed money. "Thanks and wait..." Just as Mira was going to turn around the cabbie stopped her with his suddenly soft tone. It was frightening and she couldn't help but turn around.

"Don't listen to him. Don't do it."

Those simple words shot her through the heart.

They were so soft spoken, so meaningful she staggered backwards, her eyes wide in fear. In the next second the rough cabbie was gone.

It was the same as that time. Those soft words spoken in her ears at the airport.
Mira grabbed her suitcase and put her backpack on trying to shaking her head.

She had been left alone with those words, her mother and 8 million other people and felt terribly alone.

Where's Raito?

"Compassion is the antitoxin of the soul: where there is compassion even the most poisonous impulses remain relatively harmless." -- Eric Hoffer