A/N: As promised, a better chapter for your enjoyment! The author is not the proprietor of Death Note *glances around furtively to see who is
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University T Application Form
Name: Justice
DOB: 10/31/79
Religion (optional): atheist
Race: Justice is color blind.
Education interruption: please describe any unusual circumstances regarding your attendance at secondary school or other university
I never really went to secondary school, or any school, for that matter. Please ask Watari for details; I am not concerned with such mundane affairs.
Favorite movie: Yagami household surveillance tapes.
Please choose five (5) words that describe yourself: Loves cake, must have more.
Imagine looking through a window at any environment that is particularly significant to you. Reflect on the scene, paying close attention to the relation between what you are seeing and why it is meaningful to you. (300 words)
Twenty floors up. Rain-streaked panes, floor to ceiling, wall to wall. City lights shining dimly through the smog, just brushing the edges of hooded faces huddled under nondescript black umbrellas. Nameless, faceless, as am I.
They don't look up as they shuffle between home and work and home and work, but even if they did, they would not see the apparition standing here against the misting glass. Nameless, faceless, as it should be.
If they were to meet justice, would they recognize it? If they saw it slouching down the sidewalk, thumb in mouth, cake in hand, would they greet it by its right name? No, they would call it 'pedophile' and 'freak' and call pest control.
Let me not forget the other side of the matter. What if justice saw the faces under the umbrellas? What if justice, who only ever sees the dark side of the human soul, were to encounter the radiant facets of ordinary, good citizens? Could justice become deluded? Could justice cement its faith in humanity and cease to operate a set of fair scales?
Justice already has. The blindfold has slipped, the window has shattered, the pillars of righteousness are crumbling, and all thanks to one Kira, bless his soul. Humanity never looked so attractive as when it went by the name of Light Yagami (of course, his actual species if debatable; I suspect him to be of incubus origin). Oh sweet temptation; how I wish the window had never broken, that I'd never put a name to that perfect face, that we could have all stayed anonymous, and safe.