*** Author's Note ***
Oh My God, I am so sorry.
I know I've mentioned my roommates before, right? Well, we had a falling out
and so I decided to move out. I've been really busy trying to settle in to this new
place. I've never lived completely on my own before. It's different. But I like it.
Just one problem. I don't have internet… So~ Yeah… But I have been cracking
down on the plot of this stupid thing. And I SWEAR that I won't make you all
wait that long on a new chapter ever again. I've been busting my ass looking for
a job. But well… Nothing. I'm actually depressed right now. The real deal. Not
just feeling down. So I decided I needed a pick-me-up. Reviews always make me
feel better. Even if they are not-so-good ones. Ha. I have had half of this chapter
written for… IDK how long, since June at least…
OH! I just had the greatest Idea! Getting past 5 chapters makes me happy. So, in
the spirit of Nina, I shall test your computer skillz! I know I mentioned a competition
earlier, so how about this:
"The first one to PM me my (Gebrelle's) REAL first name gets to be a walk in character
in chapter 10 of Kira Again! I don't hide my name like crazy, but it probably isn't that
easy to find, since I go by an alias most of the time. So, No. My name is not Kitty.
Though, that's probably what you will find most often. My Email is set to public if you
think it will help you. And it may. Have fun, and good luck!
~Gebrelle"
*** End Note ***
Chapter 7
Nina probably could have slept all day, had the TV not been on. At first it was just noise that she heard, but as she listened she realized it was the news that had been left on. She sat up and had to stifle her laughter. Anne was asleep to her right, sprawled out, taking up as much space as she could. Her left leg even crossed over Nina's. She rearranged the pillows behind her so she could sit up and watch TV.
What had woken her was an Anti-Kira protest that had turned into a riot. The news was doing a story on it… She thought about it. If she killed the main leader, that would solve one of her problems. PLUS, making an example of him would discourage such behaviors…
She decided against it and flipped the channel to national news. Kira was all everyone was talking about. Even political leaders were talking about it… She smiled. There was not a doubt in anyone's mind that it was Kira. The world was divided into three or four groups. The blatant "Anti-Kira", the "Pro-Kira", the people who liked criminals being judged, just not the way of going about it, and the perfectly neutral people who didn't care as long as it wasn't them being judged.
Many channels were interviewing FBI people who were strongly against it. Many others were interviewing common people who were glad that justice was actually being served. Some politicians were using this as a time to get more people by choosing a side. Though she liked being supported, those people got under her skin. Using whatever just to get what they want. She almost hoped one would slip up so she could judge them…
Anne murmured something about cookies and curled up, sighing happily in her sleep. It made Nina wonder when the last time she had had a good dream was. A couple years back she had started having nightmares. Night terrors to be more exact. She just hated calling them that. Before they had started affecting her, she had wondered how people could be afraid of falling asleep. She had always been able to tell when she was dreaming. Until she started having them, of course. Most of the time, her nightmares were so real that sometimes she would have trouble with the date, as it felt like she had gone a day sometimes more in a single dream.
Another problem is that most of her dreams were plausible. She never started a dream in an unknown place, or with strange people. They normally started right where she had gone to sleep. One of the biggest problems with the terrors though was she couldn't wake up until the dream was over. People had tried many times. Anne mostly, and her father included. The only thing doctors could do for her was give her medicine, a sedative, before she went to bed.
The medicine made her thoughts blurry and her brain run slow. She just wasn't her normal geeky self on the meds so she tried not to take them. The less nightmares she had, the weaker the ones she did have were. Sometimes she could go months without a single nightmare. She had been on the meds while working with Anne trying to find info on the Kira case last year. That's the reason she had botched the hacking. Nina wasn't the greatest hacker, and she knew it. In fact, most of her hacking was using different tools that she found on the internet. Like the code for the username. It was something her dad had made that she had nabbed off of his computer; now there was a good hacker. Not that she wasn't smart, she still had to know how to use the things, she just still had a lot to learn, but she was trying her hardest.
Anne stirred beside her and she sat up and rubbed her eyes. "Ha," she said sleepily, "I forgot I was sleeping here." Nina laughed but continued to watch the TV, knowing that Anne was staring at it now too.
The bottom of the screen had a counter that went up every once in a while as they were investigating the deaths of the victims deciding whether they were by Kira's hand. The current running total was 1052. They were still missing 74 people but they'd find them soon enough.
Nina slid out of the bed while Anne was watching the news and grabbed her bag from the living room, pulling out the scrap paper with the life span equation and headed back to the room with Anne. She smoothed it on the back of the DeathNote and started back to work on it, Anne watching with interest.
"Why's that 9 sideways?" Anne asked, poking her finger in Nina's scribbles.
"Look. If I knew, I wouldn't be having to work it out." Anne laughed off Nina's words.
"Sure, sure," She went back to flipping through the channels when Nina's phone buzzed, she jumped, remembering the last time she remembered it buzzing… She rubbed her head as she picked it up to see who it was. Her dad was calling her so she answered it. "Yes, daddy?" Nina asked when she picked it up.
"We need to talk."
"About what?" Nina asked curiously.
"I don't want to talk about it over the phone." He said flatly.
Nina shrugged, "Okay, well I was about to head home anyway, I'll see you in a little while. I still have to eat breakfast and all…"
"I'll see you when you get here then, love you."
"Love you too, daddy, bye.
"Bye."
When Nina got off the phone, Anne was looking at her curiously. "Don't ask me. I truly have no clue what that was about. But I think we should head back. I'll give you a ride, your helmet is still in one of the bags on my bike." Anne nodded enthusiastically and began collecting her belongings and Nina followed suit.
When they were ready, Nina tied her hair back and put on her helmet as she opened the door. When she got outside, she had to stifle her laughter. The children knew better than to touch her bike, so instead, they used chalk and colored the ground around it. Drawing pictures of it and making comments like 'pretty' and 'cool' all around it. She smiled to herself and got on the bike and scooted forward a bit for Anne to ride too.
When they were both on, Nina revved the engine loudly and the children peeked out of their hiding places to ogle at her motorcycle. She chuckled to herself, and headed towards Anne's house. A silent Light following them. Maybe she could get used to him after all.