AN; Don't know if I like this chapter or not. o u o ;; Hah. Well, thoughts?

Also EDIT; 2011_02_03 - Edited out some mistakes and loopholes and crap. Yeah. I went back, and saw just how choppy basically the whole thing (since I keep the basis of the original, took out a bit, added in some more, and then have completely new writing for it that ISN'T from 2008, or even 2010 and blah). I just fixed minor details and the thing with Yuka that I fucked over.

The Death Note 2

Pages: | Second

Entry Name: | Symphony

The days are getting slower, getting back into a rhythm, though it's a new rhythm, since I picked up the Death Note and met Yuka, and afterward I still began to be able to see Yuka though. Sometimes I would see a semi-transparent figure or outline of some type of monstrous, boney creature. But for now, she was just like a conscious, even though she was rather neutral.

It's not too strange, but I do kind of feel disappointed with myself that I'm getting used to this 'Kira the Second' stuff.

As a matter of fact, there are a lot of news reports over the deaths of the criminals, more scared but at the same time more prepared than when news of Kira, the original, was 'reigning.' I'm not surprised. But it's in the U.S. here.

The original Kira who was Light Yagami is dead and he died three years ago. You would think that another with a Death Note wouldn't happen. At least on this side of Earth. The Kiras were in Japan, but the news and the case of it was spread all over the world.

A case like that should. Everyone was afraid of this thing, whether they supported the killer or not.

Even I am too. And even though I have it in my possession, the Death Note, I unconsciously refuse to write any new names into that thing. … I don't know why though, but Yuka's words have been in my head.

"Jenny!" It's Anna. "Hurry up!"

I'm supposed to go the headquarters today. I mean, might as well use up that pass. (Basically) Nothing to do today anyways.

"Okay, I'll be down in a second!" I grabbed a cap and hurried downstairs.

"Are you sure you want to go already? Without writing any names in it?" Yuka said, peeping out from out of the shadows. I had gotten used to her presence already. It had been three days since her 'physical' presence really began to be constant.

Writing names was a current way to vent. It's horrible that I feel guilty afterward, but that feeling made me feel like writing even more names.

"It'll be fine." I did plan and write times with specific death times in a normal notebook if I did want to write them in that thing.. She probably just asked as a test, a reminder. But I can take care of myself just fine.

Anna was at the front door waiting, held up the pass, "You ready?"

"What's to be ready for?" I say. "It's just the HQ. I've been there more than enough."

Stifling a laugh, she replies, "Alright, alright. Jeez, I thought you'd be more excited than just this."

I followed her to the car and sat shotgun, "Yeah, yeah. I can count how many times I've been there on my fingers. Nothing changes whenever I'm there."

"True, true. But you know we can't just say everything that happens."

"I know," I slip my cellphone out from my pocket, and checked the time and for messages. Nine AM, no new messages.

My friends are probably busy. The few close ones I still talk to when I'm not at school that is. It is spring break right now. Yeah. They're just busy I bet. (I'll keep saying that to myself.)

It takes about thirty minutes to get to HQ. And that's relatively close compared to back when I was with my parents and it was before they sold the house and left me with Anna. Mmh.

"And we're here," Anna smiled. "Time for another day of work, right, Jenny?"

"Yeah, yeah," I answered, getting out of the silver car. "The usual."

"You seem casual for someone who's basically going into the 'enemy's territory,' hm?" the Shinigami commented, looking around. And I giggled, aka 'It's not really an enemy place.'

"So I'm going to head to the conference room, I'll be back in a few. Don't run around, okay?" my guardian said, and walked to said-room.

I leaned onto the cold, plain wall. This place really isn't so different from last time. Then again I come here basically every, maybe every other month.

"Ah, Jenny," a familiar face comes into view. "Coming for a visit?"

I put a smile on my face. "Hey Justin. Yeah. It's a long visit though. Full day today with my aunt."

Justin Daniels was an acquaintance of Anna. About twenty five or something and I hear he's extremely smart too. I met him last year when she made me go to one of her co-worker party things.

"This one seems to have a bit of affection for you, Jenny."

I nearly flinch. God, how embarrassing.

"Well, that's nice. Headquarters does get boring with the same in, and the same out," he laughed, and I followed and laughed too.

"True, true."

"I'm going to be late if I keep chatting, so I'll see you later, Jenny."

"Bye, bye. Have a good day, Justin," I say. He leaves and I puff a sigh. Sometimes I wish I could think my thoughts and Yuka would be able to hear it so I wouldn't have to look like a freak talking to herself.

"So, random mentioning, hm?" I murmur, leaning back on the wall again.

"Not really. I just thought you'd like to know. And besides, you can tell by his body language." Does Yuka have a mischievous side?

I puff out a "whatever," and Anna finally comes out from the conference room.

"Sorry, I took longer than I thought I would." She said.

I shrugged it off. And I can tell body language pretty well. I think. I mean, Anna looks much more stressed than she did going into work.

"Anything happen?" I ask in a nonchalant tone.

"No. Well, not really," she winked. "It's confidential." We enter the lounge.

I chuckle, "So what's the point of bringing me in here if I can't even hear the juicy stuff?"

"You get to see this place!"

"Uhh. You mean I get to see half of this place and sit outside waiting for you." I took a seat in a comfortable leather chair.

"Not really," she said, before greeting her co-workers and pouring me a cup of coffee.

"Thanks." As I gladly took the cup, out of the corner of my eye I see something strange. I'd seen news reports and after the whole Kira incident, some of the detectives' names that worked on the cases were named.

I heard rumors and saw pictures of some of them, but I'm not sure if they are who they are, or if they really did even work on the Kira case. But this man looked oddly familiar.

"What is it?"

"Nothing," I mutter as I sip the coffee.

No use in being suspicious. Besides, I haven't written even three names in my Death Note yet. There's no way they would think of Kira so soon or early, there wouldn't be enough evidence.

I'm not even going so far as to hiding it in a tight and secure place, nor have I used up time to write names. I don't even know where I'm going with it. Yuka had told me some of the rules, and I may just end up giving this thing up and forgetting it all.

… It's simply not my type of entertainment.

"You seem sad," Anna mumbled, concerned. "Do you want me to get a friend to take you home?"

"… sorry. I'm just not feeling good," I lied. "I don't really want to be here right now…"

A good lie is two parts truth, one part lie, I was told once.

"Aww. Well I'm sorry it's not so entertaining," she whispered. "I would take you into every room and let you hear every discussion and meeting if I could."

"I know…"

"I'll just get Justin or someone to take you home."

"Yeah… I don't have to go home though," I said. "I don't want to be a trouble."

Damn. I can't lie. Or keep up a lie. That's probably why I don't want to completely do this Kira thing. No, no.

"What's this now?" I'm guessing Yuka knows what I'm feeling.

"… yeah. Its fine, I'll stay." I change my mind. There's bound to be something to do here.

| I |

"Why are you just sitting here doing nothing?" A to-the-point question, yes.

"I don't know," I curled up, pulling my knees to my face.

I had told Anna that I wanted to sit outside in the fresh, or more fresh than a police building, air. I kinda did need that, though.

I'm overthinking and I feel sick to my stomach. The Death Note is causing me the long-awaited trauma. I don't know why I didn't think of all this stuff in the first place.

Maybe I'll experiment. Maybe some names will be put on the lines of those pages later. Or maybe that won't happen and I'll end up being scared of that thing.

Either is more than likely.

"It's coming, isn't it?" Sometimes I do swear that she can read my mind.

"We'll see."

It's windy. Is this a sign of something?

Gunshots are sound. I guess it is a sign.

What the hell? Looking up from my shoes, I see a man running from the police (And why is he right in front of a place like this). I look off to the side and see blood. Just everywhere.

God, that headache is burning a hole through my skull.

Bodies are laid down, sprawled on the cement of the sidewalk. A couple adults, and children. That man is still running though. He fell to the ground, and just when I thought he'd been caught, I hear more gunshots.

Did he fire at the police officers? I stand up and look over. … that man is dead.

One thing came to my mind – He must have shot them and in defense, they shot back. This is probably what he wanted.

To kill and die in the end, and it being by the hands of law enforcement, right in front of the HQ too… Yeah. That's right.

Is it a cruel thing, or a humane thing?

I shuddered. He killed, so this is a fitting end for him, right? All those deaths and his death too…All the pain that's been brought upon the ones around them… This is karma. This is meant to happen.

Oh god… I'm thinking like this, why? Disgusting thoughts.

If they had just caught him and he wasn't killed, witnessing that, I would have killed him too.

I don't believe in the death sentence. I mean, I didn't believe in it. Fuck… I'm thinking like Kira would think. Is that good? Bad?

Damn it… Maybe I will be a Kira. Maybe I will kill the biggest sinners of this world. What if because of this, I am a sinner too? It's too late. Everyone in this world sins. We are all hypocrites.

I can't possibly clean up this godforsaken world. But I want to rid it of the worst of the worst. This idea, I will plant it into my head.

I just can't stomach this.