Killer Queen: A Clockwork Pink

Chapter 1: Killer Queen

December 1982.

Kira can still remember as the ashes fell onto the snow that crunched underneath each step he took. He stood at least 10 feet away from the ugly black spot in the snow where the perverted Mr. Kunimido once stood on. Kira watched as the ashes began to destroy themselves, as the black spot disappeared without a trace, the snow didn't fall fast enough for it to cover the ashes up, no, the ashes, the cremains just shredded themselves to their last atom. Kira thumb was pressed tightly onto the side of his index finger, unable to lift it, unable to even fathom lifting it. His breath, which was visible due to the sheer cold that was surrounding him in this proxy blizzard hitting Morioh-cho, was shaking from fear, guilt, confusion. The blonde and blue-eyed Japanese boy turned to his right, looking up at a tall, pink, cat like being. Cladded in a whitish pink with golden coins with a skull on it covering its shoulders, hands and groin area, with what seemed like black skirt on its hips, held up by the integrity of its belt. Killer Queen stared down at Kira, with sharp velvet pink eyes beading down on its master. Kira hated looking back at it but this time he was trembling in fear at what he can do.

Woah, woah Mr. Melodramatic, lets reel it back a bit, let's talk about THIS particular Yoshikage Kira.

1966, Yoshikage was born in Morioh to a family consisting of only his mother, Kaori Kira and his father, Yoshihiro Kira. Let's just say, Yoshikage himself didn't grow up in the best of conditions. On the outside, the Kira's seemed like just another mundane family you will pass on the street without a second thought, under the surface laid a layer of malevolence that traumatized the poor Yoshikage. He was manipulated by his mother to becoming the "Perfect Child," that obsessive parent only fantasizes about. Yoshikage was slapped around by his mother, as his dad so callously turns a blind eye to his own son's suffering.

However, Kaori had her own sick, sadistic sin on her perfect child mantra. Her overprotectiveness bogged down Kira's ability to think for himself, to be something. Every time he wanted to win 1st place in a contest, his mother became adamant on keeping her child from first place to not draw too much attention onto himself, often forcing him to get second or third in everything. The perfect child, the perfect mundane life. She wanted him to be hyper obedient. He grew to resent his parents, to shut himself away from reality.

Oh, and there is another thing.

Thunk.

The closing of a big artbook echoed through the uninhabited office. Kira had just closed the same artbook that had the photo of the Mona Lisa on it, the book that awakened his inhuman fetish to women's hands. In this timeline he frankly never awakened his fetish. It should be noted that you can't awaken a fetish that you never had.

He never became obsessed with hands, or obsessed with killing woman for their hands, keeping it a pleasure object until they became to degraded to play with anymore.

One day however, Kira's Quiet life came to an end.

Kira was quietly reading a Japanese translation of the "A Clockwork Orange," a dystopian black comedy satire where a young man goes from an ultra-violent gangster to being forcefully reformed through torture and brainwashing. It was a week after the School Wide Musical Talent Show, Kira of course participated with his trusty violin he loved to play as a kid, and the scores for it were finally posted onto the school dashboard. Kira, however, did not bother on checking the score card, as he already knew what he got.

"Aw shit. Guess who got second place, again?" One boy in the same grade as Kira said.

"Kira, Yoshikage." The rest of the group surrounding the boy harmonized.

Hm… People are starting to catch on that I keep getting second place, maybe I should go for fourth next time. The Blonde Child thought to himself, unnerved that his attempts at staying out of the spotlight is getting him more attention that he originally bargained for.

"Who does Kira always have to get second, why never first, hes so good at everything he does…" A girl said from the crowd causing people to start murmuring, theorizing on why Kira seemed to get 2nd place at all that he does.

"I know why, because that fucking gajin is insulting us!" A gruff, almost tough sounding voice came from inside the middle of the crowd.

Everyone turned to look at where the voice came from, and all eyes laid on a taller, athletically fit boy standing with authoritarian intent, his jet-black hair was naturally spiked up to show off how cool of a guy he was, to such an extent that it was almost comical. However, he still had an air of malicious intent surrounding him, causing everyone to become uneased. Kira only sighed,

Ah shit… here comes Kawajiri Kosaku. Kira was already annoyed by his presence.

Kira did have to admit that he looked like a gajin, not many people in school, or hell, even the nation was born with blonde hair and blue eyes and be 100% Japanese. Ironic for the lifestyle he grew up in, maybe his mother would've forced him to dye his hair black. But hair dye was expensive.

Kawajiri stormed up to an already unimpressed Kira to continue his tirade. "This sack of shit knows that everything he does is perfect and makes himself get second place to give us a chance. Isn't that right Yoshikage?"

"What type of shitty accusation is that? You act like you care a bit too much about what I do. Mind your own business you worthless fuck..." Kira widened his eyes at the realization of what he had just slipped out of his mouth.

The prospect of Kira firing back infuriated Kosaku, who grabbed the collar of Kira's school uniform, lifting him from the seat he sat in. Kosaku pulled Kira up to his now red face, the heat being generated by his rage is irradiating off of him and causing Kira to begin sweating, but not from fear.

"What the hell did you just say to me?" he snarled.

"Put me down, Kawajiri…" Kira said back, trying to ignore the tightening grip around his collar.

"Or what?"

Kira thought for a moment. His book was just on his table, just at arm's reach, the book itself was not too heavy, but it was a hard covered, and it was new too. The spine of the book was especially rigid, and one good shot to his "perfect" nose or "perfect" teeth would enough to hurt him. A lot. Why not? Why shouldn't I just slam this book at him, why shouldn't I just watch him bleed…

Suddenly the fusuma of the classroom slammed open, and the teacher yelled from across the class. "Kawajiri Kosaku, put that boy down before I send you to the principal."

Despite Kosaku's tough guy, no bullshit from anyone's attitude, he still let Kira go. He would rather take his fury out on a kid that argue with an adult, as crazy as that sounds. The 2 boys never realized that the entire class was all circled around them, ready to watch a fight, but the boys didn't mistake the palpable air of disappointed that flooded the classroom as they all went to sit back down. No one got in trouble, not even a slap on the wrist to Kosaku. Kira went on his day like normal but couldn't shake the feeling like someone was staring at him the entire time.

Lunch time. Everyone's favorite part of the day, the kids all had their own spots where they sat to enjoy their lunch or bento that their parents made for them. The roof is always the most popular choice amongst students, especially those in a romantic relationship. Watching the pleasantly quiet town of Morioh from the top of the school was always a breath-taking sight to see… when the couples up there aren't too busy making out that is. However, since winter had started it has become less populated due to the cold that is beginning to set in, as everyone takes refuge inside the warm building.

However, Kira did not heed to the change in weather. He still sat in the same spot hes been sitting at every lunch for the past 4 years. A small tree just outside the main building, a quiet area with a great view of the lake that sat right next to the school. Th cool breeze coming from the lake calmed Kira down each day, from stresses of school and home. He'd rather be alone, no one around to interrupt the peaceful melancholy as he ate a crude sandwich he made before coming to school. He'd throw away the Bento his mother would always make for him… he never loved her, as she loves him too much. It's only a conspiracy, but he always has the sneaking suspicion that she laces his food with obedient pills for dogs, to slowly poison (brainwash) Kira into being a blank slate. However, the thought of it just made him sad, and he would rather eat peacefully that revel in the thought of a homemade MK Ultra.

The same afternoon the tense incident between Kira and Kosaku back in the classroom, Kira sat at his favorite lunch spot. The air around him was still, no even a light breeze can alleviate the bitter cold that assaulted his uncovered face, but this doesn't deter him from distancing himself from the noise inside the school itself. There was no snow around, only frozen grass, but even if there was snow around, it still won't discourage him from staying outside. He opened a brown bag, inside of it, a cold but neat looking sandwich. He sighed and smiled to himself. A sandwich, it's only a fucking sandwich. But to me it's a lot more. Somehow, I think that my life is such on a narrow string that maybe the littlest of things might tip me over the edge, tip me over my patience with my boring, quiet life. I want out, and I will get out, and if I need to resort to violence, then so be it… The blonde boy thought to himself.

A took a bite out of the sandwich, as he chewed happily, he missed the footstep that approached him. While in the middle of chewing he felt something slump right next to him and bumping him in his right shoulder. The sudden jerk his body made the sandwich that he barely finished chewing go down the wrong pipe, causing him to choke. Kira damn near hacked up a lung in an attempt to dislodge the food that was stuck in his windpipe, and when he did, he looked at who bumped him.

It better not be that piece of shit KAWAJIR-

Kira turned, not only finding out that it wasn't Kosaku who bumped into him, but instead, a girl with beautiful brown hair, fair skin and a slight blush to her. She had her eyes closed and her eyebrows ruffled, arms crossed. She seemed upset. And to top it off, she didn't even have a sweater on, only wearing her school uniform's shirt, skirt, and shoes. Her breath came out as angry huffs, her hot breath mixing with the cold air making steam. Kira watched, awestruck at who was sitting next to him, digesting her beauty while recognizing the attitude she was in. He waved his hand in front of the girl's face. Her eyes fluttered open, pupils contracting, finally getting used to how bright it was outside, she must have had them closed for a while.

The girl recoiled significantly at Kira's presence, as if she was entirely oblivious to the fact that he was sitting right next to her. Her hazel eyes locked on to his blue eyes. For the first time in a while, Kira's eyes didn't look like a habitual fisheye, instead, they were expanded, taking in the beauty of the girl he never saw before, never cared to look at before. The girl's complexion went from fair to white as a sheet, to a bit rosy. She never knew that what she did almost killed the boy that next to her, but something was telling her to not look away.

"Oh- Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't even notice you… Er. Kira, was it? Congratulations on getting second place… Again…" The girl said in an awkward tone, wanting to stir up a conversation to try to save face from embarrassment.

Kira looked down onto the cold grass, blushing a bit. "Thank you…"

Awkward silence enveloped the two students, but Kira broke the silence by standing up and bowing.

"S- Sorry, I'll find somewhere else to sit." Kira said.

But as he turned around to walk away, he felt a slight tug on his sweater. Kira snapped his head around, only to find Shinobu holding onto the end of his sleeve, with both hands. She was blushing a lot more than she was originally, causing Kira's heart to jump to his throat.

"I- Its fine… Please stay." She said, her hazel cutting right through him, like a red-hot knife.

Kira stared back, his mouth now incredibly dry, no daring to swallow. The heat on his face began to rise as he sat back down, trying to hide the shakiness of each breath he took, only to be betrayed by the cold air around him making each breath visible. Speaking of cold air, the girl finally realized that going out into the cold without a sweater wasn't such a wise idea afterward. She put her knees up to her chin and wrapped her arms around her legs, in an attempt to converse her body heat. Kira noticed how she began shivering, and took off his uniform's sweater, wrapping it around the girl.

"You seem to need this more than I do…" He said calmly.

The girl only looked up at him before the prewarmed sweater finally warmed her up, causing her cheeks to once again became rosy in comfort. Kira looked at her as she left out a big sigh, remembering how she was upset originally, but now she was smiling pleasantly.

"You looked angry before…" Kira never knew how to start a conversation, so he is just being blunt. "Are you okay."

The girl's face went from a calm solace to an unidentifiable scrunched up face. She looked away from Kira, huffing at someone, not him, back to her previous state of anger.

"This one bastard pissed me off. I didn't want to talk to him so I came outside where no one can bug me…" She turned her gaze to the lake that sat in front of her, into the horizon with a solemn look on her face. "I like coming here because the view calms me down."

"Me too…" Kira unconsciously said without missing a beat, staring off into the horizon as well. "The struggles of life seem to fade away when I'm here, that's why I eat here every day."

The girl eyed Kira with a new light in her eye, awestruck at how casual his response was, almost mystified about how quickly he can compose himself.

"Oh… I never got you name…" Kira said.

The girl's eyes seemed to fix themselves to Kira's blue ones, the blush on her face once again returning. She sighed.

"Shinobu, Shinobu Hakura." She said.

Although Kira smiled warmly, he was beginning to regret giving her his sweater, as the chill began to course through his entire body, like millions of little needles on his bare skin. He tried to use his breath to warm his now bitterly freezing hands, but to no avail, only causing them to sweat more. Suddenly he felt a warm sensation of the right side of his body and around his shoulders. Shinobu is now sitting closer to Kira, much closer than ever before, he was confused, and most definitely flustered b this act but he had no mental fortitude left to voice him confusion. But as Shinobu shared her own heat with Kira, he was roped back to reality, and the gravity of the situation he found himself began to weigh down on him. It was suffocating… and intoxicating. Maybe… just maybe he found someone whom he can love.

Love. Love is a word that Kira doesn't use in his day-to-day life. Hell, hes certain that he doesn't love his parents at all, maybe the only thing he needed in him "quiet" life was someone he can say "I love you" to.

However, his deep train of thought was soon interrupted by someone storming up behind the tree the two sat in, each step crunched on the ridged, half frozen grass. The mere sound of it echoed with intention of extreme violence. Both Kira and Shinobu heard as each step as it approaches them. Kira didn't know who was approaching, until it was too late. A strong hand pulled him from behind the tree, pulling the boy out from under his jacket, giving him whiplash. And there he saw him… The coldhearted, glazed over eyes of Kosaku Kawajiri. Kosaku pinned Kira to the tree, looking in his eyes.

"First, you try to humiliate me in front of everyone in our class. Next you try to steal my girl?" He said in an ice-cold voice.

"W- What?" The words never registered to Kira, that is until a fist slammed into him stomach, knocking the wind out of him.

"KOSAKU, WHAT THE-" Shinobu tried to scream out…

"Shut it… You know what you were doing…" … Only to be cut off by Kosaku.

Wait… Oh. You have got to be shitting me. Shinobu… Is dating KOSAKU KAWA-FUCKING-JIRI.

Something… Somewhere in Kira decided it was done trying to be Mommy's Little boy. Kira tried to laugh, he really tried, but only a wheeze came out as Kira remembers how winded he was, the pressure on his ribs made him thin that the punch broke his bottom two ribs. There was a white noise in him ear, and his vision blurred out, he couldn't even see Shinobu trying to keep Kosaku from beating on the already downed boy any further. Kira's vision and hearing finally began to normalize and he could hear the shaky panicked breaths coming from Shinobu.

"If you even look at my girl one more time… I'll fucking kill you." Kosaku stated, forcefully grabbing Shinobu's hand and walking away from the blonde-haired boy, who was still on the ground, trying to regulate his breathing.

Don't worry about me stealing you girl... She'll fall for me, Kosaku, when there is no other boy left alive to get in my way. She will be mine. Kosaku Kawajiri. I will kill you, and everyone you love…

Yoshihiro Kira recently came home on a business trip to Egypt. When he came home, he brought with him a small, cylindrical parcel with something inside of it, a sort of souvenir from his trip. He placed it in his office which was in his room. Yoshikage was finally about to wrap up on A Clockwork Orange, chapter 6 of part 3, that is, until he heard his father's voice from the other room. It was faint, but the young boy pressed his ear into the thin wall to his parents' bedroom, hearing his father's quiet but surprisingly high-pitched voice.

"He said, those who have enough resolve and is chosen by the arrow receives a special, supernatural power." Is the first thing that Kira heard his father say. His mother was downstairs, in the kitchen, so he must have been calling someone, somewhere. "DIO said, only those with the power can see what it is, so you won't have any problems being caught by the police."

As Kira listened, a small, but cryptic smile began to form on his face. If he were to have this power, he'll have an opportunity to kill Kosaku and have no traces lead back to him, and maybe, just maybe… He'll have Shinobu all for himself.

The rest of the week went by like any other, but Kira could still feel the dry, heated tension coming from Kosaku.

If you even look at my girl one more time… I'll fucking kill you. The words of Kosaku were burned into his mind, the very reason for wanting to kill him, burnt into his psyche. Each step Kira took was one step closer to Kosaku's demise, one step closer to Shinobu. In the halls, he'd catch of glance at Shinobu, each day she seemed to have a bigger shadow enveloping her face, the only thing that can identify her was her pinkish-brown hair in a low ponytail. One day, she will be with him… One day.

Morioh was subjected to a minimum of one blizzard a year, and this year was no different. It was a Saturday afternoon, and Kira had just finished up some homework that he needed to catch up on. As he dropped his pencil once he finished, the noise echoed through the empty house. The only thing that matched the level of noise coming from the pencil was the furiously blowing winds outside. Kira eyed around the room, it seemed quiet, a bit too quiet.

"Mom?" He said out loud, expecting an immediate answer from Kaori, but the only thing that responded was the winds of the blizzards outside.

He went downstairs and poked his head not the kitchen, expecting to see Kaori chopping away at some fruit, but alas, it was abandoned. He then saw light coming from the phone, blinking in intervals of two seconds, there was a voice message in the answering machine. He put the receiver to his ear and pressed a button, and with a beep he could hear his mother on the other end.

"Yoshikage… A snowstorm hit as was out buying groceries, I will be staying at the Grand Morioh Hotel until it calms down. Do not go outside for anything." She said in his stern voice.

Kira put the receiver back into its place. Kaori is desolate and Yoshihiro gone on a business trip, this was Kira's opportunity to find out the truth about the arrow his father brought back from Egypt. He opened the door to his parent's room and in the corner of the room sat a table with many papers scattered across it. Each paper had his father's neat handwriting on it, but Kira disregarded the papers for that is not what he was looking for, instead, stuffed underneath the laminated wood desk at a cylinder-shaped case with a yarn woven strap attached to it. Kira slid the lid off the case and peered inside, all there was a single arrow pointed downwards. Kira then played the entire conversation his father had with his mother the other week.

He said, those who have enough resolve and is chosen by the arrow receive a special, supernatural power.

I hope whatever the old man said about the arrow is true, but how can I be chosen?

Kira pulled the entire arrow out of the case and saw the design of it. It was a semi triangular-shaped tip. Bladed at each side. Beneath the sharp blade was a beautiful golden weld design with black markings all over it. As Kira admired the beauty of the arrow, he could hear a faint voice in the back of his head slowly getting louder.

Pierce the veil, pierce yourself. Once you do… The problems that haunt you will go away… forever. The voice repeated over and over again.

Instead of being confused at where the voice was coming from and why it suspiciously sounded just like him, Kira decided to just stare at it, its golden decadence reflecting in the boy's blue eyes.

"Pierce myself… Pierce myself…" Kira repeated under his breath multiple times. "I… don't... want to make a scar. So… I'll just cut my finger…"

Kira dragged his finger around the blade until a tiny bit of blood came out of it, suddenly, the arrow twitched a bit by this contact. Kira jumped a bit and tried to pull his bleeding finger away in front of the arrow but doing this only caused the arrow to bend in a way that would seem impossible, penetrating the boy's palm which then exploded with blood! He tried his hardest to pull the arrow out without getting blood on the floor. As he pulled with all his might the arrow only seemed to cut deeper and deeper into his hand so deep in fact that he could see the imprint of the arrow itself bulge out of his skin. Soon the entire arrow, including the stick was in his right arm, travelling from his hand up his forearm. Kira screamed in agony as the arrow felt like fire was being injected into his veins and the pain kept flaring up the more it traveled through his arm, he felt like losing an arm was a much better alternative than this.

Soon the pain and screaming became too much for him to handle and he saw the darkness eat around his eyes.

Kira woke up on his parents' bed. He tried to groan but started coughing due to how shot his throat was. He drank a bottle of water that was sitting casually right next to him. Confused, he got up and stared at the floor. On the floor, he found the gilded arrow, lying unceremoniously on the floor. Kira gasped and looked at the palm of his right hand. No blood, not even a scab was present on the boy's hand. He articulated his arm to see if he had suffered any internal damage from the arrow going up his arm, but it didn't hurt at all. Did he imagine the arrow going through his arm, the excruciation that came with it? Kira didn't want to dwell on the thought though for long, the longer he did the more he could feel the phantom pains of the "dream" began to pang. He gently placed the arrow back into the case, not wanting to even think about it anymore, pretending like nothing happened.

As he did this, a shiver went down his spine, like a set of eyes, much more penetrating than those of Kosaku was staring at him, at every action he took. He turned behind him slowly, eyes opening wider and wider. Behind his parents' bed, stood a pink, muscular, man with cat ear like protrusions on the top of his head. Its face was stoic, with vivid rose-pink eyes, habitually staring at Kira, never blinking. That was the worst part. It stood as tall as Kira. Kira's heart jumped to his throat, he wanted to scream out in terror, but his throat cracked beyond recognition, only coughing in response.

"Killer Queen…" It spoke, its mouth not moving, its voice sounded exactly like Kira's.

"W-What?" Kira rasped out.

"Killer Queen… Is what I am called." It continued.

"Wh- What the… Like the Queen song-"

"I am what is known as a Stand… A metaphysical representation of your soul, you spirit. In a way, I am you… A personification of your willingness to kill to get what you want."

The words seemed to get caught in the gears inside Kira's brain. Willingness to kill?

I will kill you, and everyone you love… The silent threat that Kira made to Kosaku that day came back, instead of haunting him in his brain, in his soul, it's haunting him physically, standing right in front of him.

"Okay… So… My old man said that the arrow gives a 'special, supernatural power.' What can you do?" Kira asked.

"Anything I touch, inanimate or not will be charged like a bomb. With a simple tap of my, or rather, your thumb onto your index finger's middle phalanx, it will release the energy, detonating the object." Killer Queen paused, imitating the movement he had just described, and audible click was heard from Killer Queen's hand. "Or, if a living being touched the charged object, all the energy will transfer to that organism, blowing them up instantly, reducing them to atoms. All explosions are silent, all those killed by the explosions will leave no traces that you did it."

Kira was stunned. He definitely isn't dreaming, and now a ghost like being is promising him a chance to kill Kosaku. But first he needed a plan, a victim to do it on, because he does not want to kill Kosaku immediately. Shinobu might pin Kira as a prime suspect if Kosaku ever goes missing. He needed someone who might be despicable, who no one would like, no one would miss if they ever just up and vanish. But who?

Lunchtime, the next day. The snow thawed out, but Kira remained inside the building. Kira was reading his A Clockwork Orange, actually nearing the end of the final chapter. But he wasn't actually reading, instead his nose was in the book, but his ears and brain were paying attention to his surroundings. His school is notorious for the sudden emergence of career crippling rumors, that 96% of the time, turn out to be true. Kira never paid any attention to the rumors that circulated around the school like a newspaper, but this time he wanted to listen in. This time he was scoping for the first victim for his newly acquired Killer Queen, someone who is hated in the school, someone who's disappearance would not cause a sudden shockwave of fear in the school, someone who was disconnected enough from to not raise suspicion on himself.

"Hey, did you hear Mr. Kunimido might be a pedo?" A girl in the classroom whispered to another.

Kira's ears perked up.

"Ew. No way. Really?"

"Yeah, Aya said she saw him looking at Reimi and furiously scribbling in his notebook."

Kira continued to listen in on the rumors that these girls were spewing out like it was a conversation most girls have each day.

"What do you think he is doing? Writing down cringey, creepy poem for her?"

"Probably drawing some lewd shit when thinking about her…"

Both sound equally repulsive. Kira thought.

"I think he might even be stalking her!"

"What the fuck?"

That's all I need to hear… Kira closed his book, and placed it into a bag, he had a plan.

The morning was covered in an impenetrable layer of snow crunched under Mr. Kunimido's feet as the trudged along the trail he walked through every day to get to work for the past 6 years. The cold was bitter, and the wind did not help the people in Morioh as it made the chill considerably worse. It was astonishing to Kunimido, how could the school remain open when the entire town seemed desolated from the blizzard. The Cold was now attacking the tips of his fingers. Kunimido paused to look at his shivering hands, squeezing them hard to see if circulation will go back into them, but it was to no avail. He then cupped his hands and brought them up to his mouth where he began to breath his hot breath into them. It worked for a bit, only for a bit.

Damn, if only I hadn't forgot about my gloves at home… He thought, mentally kicking himself. He resumed walking before something aught his eye. He paused and looked at a bench sitting on the sidewalk. There he optic a pair of nicely placed dark blue gloves sitting on the bench. Kunimido looked around, perhaps someone had left it there on accident, or it was intended for one of the plethora of homeless people living in Morioh at the time, but he couldn't see anyone in his proximity, so it was all fair game. He put down his suitcase on the snow and walked up to the gloves, grabbing both of them with his right hand.

"Unfortunately for you Mr. Kunimido, Killer Queen has already touched those gloves." Kira, who was hiding behind a bush said audibly for Kunimido to hear.

Kira then jammed his thumb onto the middle of his index finger, and an audible click rang out.

"W-" Mr. Kunimido tried to say, but before he could his entire body expanded and began to disintegrate away.

Although no sound was made as Kunimido disintegrated, the clicking sound coming from Kira's hand detonator rang in Kira's mind, over and over again, reaching a crescendo so loud that it emulated the sounds of an ear-piercing explosion. There was a black spot on the snow now, made up of the matter that once made the schoolteacher, his skin, hair, clothes and glasses. The only trace that he had ever existed at all was the black spot in the pristine white snow, but soon that began to fade away.

"You have just killed your first victim… Congratulations, Kira." Killer Queen said, mouth unmoving, it's stoic look unchanging. The Cat like stand looked to see its master, but soon realizes that Kira was walking towards where Kunimido once stood.

Kira opened the deceased teacher's suitcase, rummaging through files until something caught his eye. It was a green notebook. It looked old and worn. Yeah, Aya said she saw him looking at Reimi and furiously scribbling in his notebook. Kira remembered the girl's word. He flipped through the notebook, skimming each line as he did. Despite its rugged appearance, the handwriting was quite neat, expeptional, even for a teacher. However, as head read more and more of the book, Kira realizes the truth of Mr. Kunimido. What he was actually writing.

November 1st, 1982:

It's been a week since we buried what remained of Sumiko. We were forced to cremate her and bury her ashes by the tree she always sat by when we went to the park. Officer Higashikata described the brutality that occurred on that street corner. In broad daylight, Sumiko was stabbed, beaten, gutted, and her intestine were used as a noose to hang her body onto the streetlamp. He was a veteran of the Police force… But even he said that he had never seen anything like this before… Not since Anjuro. But he was still in a Maximum-Security Cell at the time of the murder. The one who witnessed the murder itself, Reimi Sugimoto, claimed that "One second she was in front of me. The next she was hanging." It was impossible for her to be the perpetrator; it was such a bloody crime scene and the only place that she got blood on her was the bottom of her shoes. The police are investigating further. But until then…

Goodbye my Beautiful Angel. Sumiko Kunimido: 1966-1982.

"He wasn't a pedophile… He was just a grieving man looking for answers…" Kira whispered to himself. The last few words got caught in his throat.

He read more, there were a lot of notes about the teacher's state of mind, and Kira could recognize that Kunimido was getting more and more depressed by each day. But due to the toxic work mentality of the Japanese, he couldn't bring himself to take a vacation, he needed to work. There were also notes detailing conversations both Kunimido and Reimi Sugimoto had, talking about Sumiko. They were awfully detailed.

As he read more and more, Kira's obsession with Shinobu became less and less intense, as it no longer seemed to matter. So much so that he began to forget about her existence. He was willing to murder Kosaku to be with her, but now he couldn't even stomach what he already did. He needed to show this to the girls who slandered Mr. Kunimido. But he couldn't. If I showed this to the girls, they'll ask how I obtained it… Then, when they realize he is gone, I am going to be suspect number 1… Fuck… What do I do? What do I do! WHAT THE FUCK DO I DO- The notebook turned to ash in his hands… Killer Queen's finger touched it and it burned away instantly.

"NO!" Kira screamed out as he tried to pick up the ashes of the notebook, only for it to crumble further.

He was furious at Killer Queen, at himself! He just murdered a grieving man for what? For love? Was it even love that he was feeling? Or did he just want Shinobu to get into his pants? He punched the snow, once, twice and screamed out until he ran out of breath. The wind's howl stopped the sound from travelling further and attracting attention to himself. He stopped only to breath and to reminisce. A sob slipped out and the dam broke. He began crying out of sadness, rage and guilt.

"What… did you do…" Kira asked Killer Queen, who was standing beside him.

"I did what I was created to do… Destroy any evidence between you and those you kill…" The pink ghost cat-man thing said.

"Go away…" Kira said, hunched over, face near the white powder snow.

"You cannot get rid of me. I am an extension of you. And in all ways but physical, I am you. Trying to reject me will be a detriment to the both of us-"

"But you serve no one but me, correct? So, do as I say, and go… away…" Kira interrupted his own Stand.

Killer Queen said nothing, only dissipating with the wind at Kira's command. Kira closed his eyes to think about the next plan, but as he did the deep pink eyes of Killer Queen stared back at him. Killer Queen was truly part of Kira now, and there was nothing he could do to change that. All that there is left to do is to continue the quiet life his mother sought for him. He became much more reserved than he already was. For the people around him, it was like nothing had changed. For Kira, everything did. He'd spot Shinobu with Kosaku in the hallways, but he no longer cared, and only solemnly looked away.

Reimi Sugimoto and her entire family were murdered a few months later. In the same ultraviolent matter that Sumiko Kunimido's. And as for Mr. Kunimido, he was only labeled as a missing person because no body was or will ever be found.

And thus, Kira's quiet life went on…

April 1999.

Kira woke up in his apartment. It was fairly small, having a single kitchen, bedroom, living room and bathroom. He yawned before getting up, stretching a bit to make standing much more comfortable and appealing. He trudged over to the kitchen and quickly made himself a nice hot pot of Sumatran coffee that was imported from Western Indonesia. He put a tiny bit of creamer so it wouldn't be too plain for his taste, and he took a sip.

It was the weekend, and he didn't have to worry about going to work. He did however need to buy more groceries.

Ever since he killed Mr. Kunimido, Killer Queen never made a reappearance. Kira lived out the rest of his high school career in constant fear that someone might blame him for Mr. Kunimido's disappearance. Kira never learned how to lie because he was so obedient to his parents, trying to explain Killer Queen without sounding like a madman was downright impossible. He became so paranoid that he never told his parents, for an oath of silence wasn't technically deceit. But soon they both passed when Kira was 21. And for the next 12 years he continued his quiet life.

No hands were severed from women's dead bodies, no obsession with the body part. No murderous Stand user. Only Yoshikage Kira and his quiet life.

He put on some casual clothing, a red tee shirt and some black jeans, ready to head to the store to buy some more items. However, a knock at the door stopped him before he could put on his shoes. Kira got up and went to the door. The blonde man opened it to see who was knocking, only to be met, a woman with beautiful brown hair, fair skin and a slight blush to her. Kira and the woman stared at each other for a few moments, before the woman broke the silence.

"Kira?" Shinobu asked.