Chapter 01: Birth of A Monster
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my OC
I sipped the cappuccino quietly as thoughts of the past week went by in a kaleidoscope through my head. It had started with Kurou Otoharada. It felt like being hit in the chest by an eighteen wheeler truck or having a concrete building fall upon you as you stand helplessly and watch. I could feel it! Never have I ever felt the pain of the criminal, it's always the victim that calls out to me, calling for justice. But then again Kurou although a criminal was also conversely a victim.
I could always see a crime being committed, feel the thoughts of the criminal and see my victim, their last pleas; ones calling for mercy. I would see the victim their empty expressions, the frightened lights gone from their eyes and I the only one able to see their cry for justice to be done.
But not this time…. This time I became the victim. I felt his pain and I saw his last thoughts. But what was strange was that although he was a criminal his death wasn't that out of the ordinary. Perhaps it wasn't just a coincidence that he had a heart attack while holding the weak as hostages but….Why?
Not only that I saw his death a day before and I felt it when he died. This was also something new….Why?
I'm confused?
My reflection in the steaming cream colored liquid wavered as I blew softly while the mug warmed my cool fingers. I tried to ignore the casual glances of the other patrons in the little sweets shop, especially the waiter but it's not every day that you see a young lady with silver hair, the color your granny's hair gets.
The street light flickered across from the little shop flickered and so did my thoughts. I was sitting in the booth feet tucked beneath me with a deep in thought look pasted on my face. The others had been heart attacks as well but….Why? Why a heart attack better yet, Why only criminals?
But that wasn't what really confused me. What really confused me was that whatever was causing these deaths was doing everyone a favor in a sense. Without these criminals the world would be undoubtedly better. Right?
The question was dark just like the sky on the other side of this shops window.
Am I advocating the killing of criminals? Yes. No.
I'm confused.
In a bedroom with a Shinigami…..
"I don't understand what you mean Ryuuk." Light replied to the shinigami floating a distance in front of him.
"I will be the god of this new world!" he continued. Ryuk only stared a smirk playing on his overly large mouth.
"Can you handle it?" The shingami asked slyly suspecting the answer.
"I'm doing this for the world. I guess you could say I'm getting rid of all the bad apples." He replied as he turned to look out his window at the tops of the sea of houses, skyscrapers in the distance. "This will be MY kingdom…" he tossed the shinigami a wicked smile as he moved back over to his desk taking out the death note and a pen setting to work on getting rid of all the rotten in the world.
I will pass judgement he thought.
Humans are interesting Ryuk grinned as the thought flit into his head.
A New Day...
"Look Ryuk." The honor student gestured the shinigami over showing him a black page with a heart and wings on either side. "It's for Kira."
"Kira?" the name flowed through foul breath.
"It's the name the people have given me. They call me the savior from hell." Light smirked at the name. "I believe it's taken from the English word 'killer'." He hadn't liked the name at first but if it's what the people called him then there was no changing it.
"There are millions of sites just like this; all of them praising Kira for his work." Ryuk only displayed the same smile always playing on his grotesque face.
The auburn haired boy worked intently on filling the death note with names not noticing the sun dip below the horizon. When he felt enough justice had been done for the day, he put up his little 'secret' and fell into the comfortable fold of his bed.
Tommorrow would bring a new day and even more criminals to clean out and make way for his new kingdom.
ICPO Meeting….
"….."
"Who is L?" the Japanese representative named Matsuda asked his chief.
The older man took his time to respond to the question. There wasn't much information on L except that he was the greatest detective alive and could solve any case, aside from that the rest was a mystery, his face not known to anyone.
As the computer disconnected from its live feed with the ICPO the man raised himself off his haunches shuffling over to the wall sized window. "Kira…" he whispered.
A computerized voice addressed all members in the hall, giving them the information it had attained so far. The voice asked for everyone's cooperation, especially the Japanese police force. Everything was gradually falling into place and it would soon start.
The Preliminary battle between Kira and L…
L's (POV)
"Watari patch me in to the Japanese police after the broadcast." I instructed the older man as I slid into position in front of the laptop screen and television respectively. Now all that is left is to wait. If Kira is truly real then would he rise to the bait?
My TV flickered from that of the regular news report and was replaced by that of a man named Lind L. Taylor dressed in a business suit, seated behind a desk…A criminal, but would Kira know that?
I watched my stand in repeat the script I had written from memory and if I had to admit it he was pretty convincing. He played the part flawlessly. Even I could see and feel the challenge in my own words and the smirk… pure genius. But would Kira act?
As I watched on Taylor suddenly seized, clutching the space where his heart was located, and then he fell with a thud onto the wooden desk. I had to restrain myself from jumping out of the rolling chair. It happened. It actually happened.
As two men with shades removed the body I went back to my laptop, the giant letter L plastered on the screen. I grabbed the mic and waited as the same L was displayed on the TV itself.
I was still shocked as I began speaking into the mic. "I hadn't expected it would actually happen…" I began. It was surprising to see Taylor die without anyone being present. That in of itself was a helpful tip. I hadn't expected it. I relayed to my audience, specifically to Kira, how the Lind. L. Taylor was in fact a criminal, and how I figured he didn't have access to all police matters.
"But I assure you Kira that I am real. L is real." I was getting excited thinking about the challenge and then I began goading him. "C'mon Kira can you do it!? I'm waiting!...DO IT! Kill Me! CAN'T YOU DO IT?" I paused waiting for a heart attack, that I suspected wouldn't come. "Well Kira, it seems that you can't kill me after all." Interesting.
"So there are some people you can't kill. You've given me a useful hint." I continued. It was a good hint so I decided to reciprocate. I would tell Kira the full working of my plan.
I explained to him how we were only broadcasting in the Kanto Region of Japan and how I knew his first killing was an experiment, one the police ruled out for him. He actually saved me a lot of time. We had pinpointed the area where he lived, now we only had to find him.
I was interested in his method of killing. I couldn't think of any logical explanation to how he did it but I would eventually find out.
"Let's meet again soon,…Kira." I switched the mic off, the television screen switching to its black and white fission state.
"Kira, I will hunt you down wherever your hiding and I will eliminate you!" It was a promise. "Because I am Justice!" I look forward to catching you. The thought stayed in my mind as I began a consultation with the Japanese Police force.
Nolan's (POV)
"Damn It!" I screamed as the white light hit me.
I had been walking in the downtown area of the Kanto region when the face of one Lind. L. Taylor flickered onto the screen. He was supposedly the great detective L. but I paid him no attention until I heard the name Kira and that's when the pain hit me.
I felt my heart skip a beat and then stop altogether. No I cried knowing no one could hear my thoughts. The white light faded into black and there was silence. I couldn't be unconscious because the pain still bore on in my chest. I felt as if I was dying. Maybe I was.
It was then that I saw who Lind L. Taylor really was. Visions of his crimes played in my head like a movie. I couldn't do anything but watch as the life left the victims and the criminal get away. The vision changed to one of Taylor being escorted into a van a black bag placed on his head and then everything ceased.
The black slowly ebbed as it gave way to light. When I came too I was crouched on the ground clutching my chest. It took a few moments for me to register the large crowd surrounding me. Someone was patting my back asking me if I was okay.
As I stood, the black wisps of my wig hanging in my face, I turned my attention back to the large screen mounted on the glass building. As I looked around me I realized everyone was staring intently and listening to his words, which were abruptly cut off as he suddenly seized and convulsed. Then his head fell to the desk.
Silence permeated the area as I realized what had just happened. Lind L. Taylor had just died of a heart attack and I had felt it right before.
As it dawned on me what had happened I ran. I ran away from the crowd. I ran from the concerned face of a kind stranger. I ran from the truth that I now became the victim and that I will feel deaths like this more and more if it dealt with this so called Kira.
Two Hours Later
I was sprawled on my bed, blinds drawn, wig thrown on the floor, my silver hair now pooling around me in waves. It hadn't been such a burden before. Seeing victims die, I mean. It wasn't such a burden because the things that I saw, the victims, I could bring them justice and their families closure. I could always find the criminal and make sure the law didn't miss them.
Sure I could only see so many crimes but the little that I did, I made a difference. Didn't I?
I was startled out of my thoughts as my cell phone rang right beside my head. Prelude in C. I reached over and grabbed the phone clicking the talk button as I stared at the perpetual motion of the fan rotors and a gray ceiling. I already knew who it was.
"Yeah." I answered in my alias voice, a tone deeper than my usual voice.
"We need for you to come in." The voice on the other end was different from the usual one that would call.
"I'm sorry I can't do that. I…..have reasons." I replied wary as I awaited his answer..
"We are all men and we will not judge your...reasons. The fact of the matter is that we need you to help us with this case."
I mulled it over in my head. What would be the damage if they found out I was really a girl? The consequences wouldn't be that bad but me lying about the fact that I was a girl, it probably didn't matter I concluded, but just to be safe….I'll just have to make sure no one finds out.
But what case are they talking about? Perhaps….
"Mr. Kim,, this is the Chief and we are calling only our best officers in on this. I know you are not a true officer but you have helped put away just as many criminals as anyone on this police force. I'm asking for your cooperation." his voice was almost desperate I noticed. Almost.
I listened to him and thought about it before I posed my question. "This wouldn't have to do with the person or persons calling themselves Kira?" I inquired. The chief on the other end of the line just cleared his throat. "Hn." I hummed into the phone.
"Well…" before he could finish I gave him my answer.
"Where would you like to meet?"