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     I leered at the mirror, and that hideous creature leered right back at me. He was mocking me! That son of a--!
     I was certain the man I was glaring at with all my might was not Mihael Keehl. He didn't even deserve to be called a man, that grotesque thing. Nevertheless, the mirror wasn't lying to me, and it was stupid to fool myself that it was. A string of curses exploded from my mouth, interrupted by the demise of that wretched glass. I had always held my looks in high esteem. They were the one thing I could always hold over Near. Of course, he wasn't old enough to even care, but that hardly mattered. The only thing that mattered was that the beast in the mirror could not possibly be me. Mihael was a beautiful man with sleek blonde hair and the perfect complexion; granted the eyes were a bit to get past, but they'd always completed me. They never deterred girl after girl that fawned after me, no matter how intimidating they made me look. My face was sculpted and symmetrical and perfect and…and….and GONE! Now it was GONE! The looks I'd prized all these years, flaunted, worshipped even! GONE GONE GONE!
     The remnants of that taunting glass lay shattered under my feet. Handful after handful I scooped up in my soon-bloody fingers and hurled at the wall. The shards flew everywhere. What would I care if they scarred me? I was marred enough as it was. MARRED! IMPERFECT! A MONSTER! I screamed my thoughts at the ceiling, pleading for an answer. But one would never come. I knew this. It didn't stop my irrational outbursts, though.
     I was sprinting about the room, bashing everything from its station atop tables, dressers, counters. Every surface was swiped clean, leaving the tiled floor I tore across a mess of shards and blood. Said tables were then overturned and dressers pushed over and beaten senseless. And yet it wasn't enough to take out my aggression on. I needed to rip something apart, burn something, pick up a gun and unload it all inside something. God, did I yearn for my--- My revolver… It was in my dresser somewhere!
     I dashed over to the barely stable hunk that used to be my dresser and rifled through the splintered wood. Soon I felt the cold slick of steel and whipped out my old friend, firing off a test shot into the wall nearest me. A small cackle rose up in my throat as I almost unloaded my weapon in rapid succession until my "umber" wall looked a bit more like Swiss cheese. The cackle grew into frenzied laughter as I spun toward the wall-length window that was cruelly reflecting my misfortune at me. "Go to HELLLL!" I screeched, the monster falling away in an explosion of glass. The sound was almost sweet to me. I could practically imagine that fiend's look of defeat as he plummeted to the concrete below. Scampering to the window, I peered over the frame to watch the last pieces of him smash into the street.
     However this still just didn't seem like enough…
     Whirling back toward the hopeless dresser, my lips curled into a wicked grin. A giggle escaped my wide smile as I busied about my work, hoisting up the hefty fragments of my ruined furniture. My firearm was tossed to the side to leave my hands free for the task. Over to the window I sauntered and, with a shout, carelessly pitched the dresser toward the littered street. Head cocked, watching the sight of it smash into thousands of bits brought a surprising flourish of contentedness, urging me to find something else to heave over to an untimely end. Humming an unfamiliar tune, I haul more chunks of former furniture and décor to fling out the former window. Crash, crash, crash! Down they fell and there they shattered, meaningless piles of debris. I could feel my problems soaring down with them only to smash into the blacktop below without warning.
     Now if only it were the damnable Yagamis, one by one tumbling down into a gory mess…
     That idea spawned a new plan within my mind. I kicked the remaining pieces of glass out the once window before skipping (Wait no. Perhaps a more manly word like "strutting" or "surging.") over to my lovely weapon. Surprisingly the couch was unharmed accept for debris scattered at its feet. And it had the perfect number of pillows! I aimed at the first, imagining the smug face of Light Yagami, the cause of all of this. My finger tightened on the trigger. …Click. …Clickclickclickclick!
     "SONNN of a…" I muttered dozens of curses on my firearm as I fumbled for the bullets tucked inside my pants. Clumsily, I shoved them into their rightful compartments and clicked the cylinder back into place. Resuming my aim, I let a maniacal grin sweep across my lips. I could almost imagine them all lined up there, awaiting their fate… BANG!  Light gone. BANG! Chief Yagami. BANG! Sayu Yagami. BANG! Mrs. Yagami. BANG! BANG! (Vile reloading!!!) BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! Cotton flew up in spurts as the pillows became shreds, each representing the termination of that cursed family! Ha! Ha! Endgame, Yagami! Soon even the couch itself was nothing but a pile of cotton and fabric. I flopped back on this result, imagining myself wallowing in their blood; this turned out to be a bad idea considering the couch inevitably had wood inside it, too.
     Stifling back a yelp of pain, I sit up. Apparently, my mind had gone. I wouldn't usually make that kind of mistake. I rub my now-exceptionally-sore back and head toward the bathroom, crushing the remainder of my outbursts under my scarred feet on the way there. Their crunch sent a tingle of satisfaction up my spine. I shuffled over to the bathroom and flicked on the light, drained of emotion. My adrenaline had faded so easily, so quickly exerted on all my destruction. Someone was going to have fun cleaning up this mess…
     Chuckling more and more, I steadied myself on the sink, placing both hands on either side. I felt like fainting in exhaustion. Who knew my anger could take so much out of me? And yet, I gleaned a little pride out of the mess I'd caused of myself and this apartment. I was almost surprised I hadn't heard sirens yet. I spit at the thought. Let them come! I'd be gone before they could even warn me they were going to break the door down! If only I could get a hold of myself, that is…
     I was still chuckling like a psycho, gripping the sink for dear life. I really needed to do something about this, didn't I? Sighing, I turned on the water and regrettably splashed some against my face to perhaps bring a bit of life back into my limbs. Almost immediately, I screeched, a distinct burning seething across my skin. "CRAP! CRAP! CRAP! PIECE OF SH---OWWWW!" Many more choice words flew from my mouth in the process of fumbling for the hand towel, which, in essence, only made things worse. In the end, I was stuck with half my face screaming in torment with tufts of fabric sticking to it. The pain cruelly reminded me of my disfigurement and my earlier thoughts.
     Picking strands of my hair from the blistered skin, I spat again into the sink. I would not let Near win! Even if I had nothing to wholly hold over him now, I could still best his intelligence. KIRA WAS MINE! There was no way Near could solve this thing without at least copying me to some point. He needed my help: I was just waiting for him to admit it. Yes, that's right! HE needed MY help! HA! He could never best me without finding me first, and by then I would have won. He wasn't getting my help unless he begged for it; groveled at my feet and admitted I was NUMBER ONE! Even Kira himself would ask me to be at his right hand! But I would never serve him. No, I'd steal his power back from him and execute him with my own hands, and then the world would be mine! Screw Near and all the rest of them! I'D MAKE THEM PAY FOR UNDERESTIMATING ME! FOR MUTILLATING ME! FOR INSULTING ME!
     I was now sniggering like a madman, much like I'd seen B do out of nowhere. I really had to stop myself from becoming like him. But if I could gain but half the reputation he did… Surpassing Near, Kira, AND BB? Now that would be something.
The little motivational speech had spurred me. Already a plan was forming in my mind. I could easily perform it on my own, but there was one person I needed by my side. For…moral support, per say.
     I ran to the pile that was my coat and boots and began to hurriedly pull them on. Mihael Keehl would become the new face of England, of Japan, THE WORLD! All would bow before me and my insurmountable intellect. Then L would see. Even from the grave he would be proud of me. I would make him proud. There was just one more thing to do. I cracked my knuckles, grinning with sadistic glee, before throwing the door open.
     It was time to visit my human punching bag.

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     I leered at the mirror, and that hideous creature leered right back at me. He was mocking me! That son of a--!
     I was certain the man I was glaring at with all my might was not Mihael Keehl. He didn't even deserve to be called a man, that grotesque thing. Nevertheless, the mirror wasn't lying to me, and it was stupid to fool myself that it was. A string of curses exploded from my mouth, interrupted by the demise of that wretched glass. I had always held my looks in high esteem. They were the one thing I could always hold over Near. Of course, he wasn't old enough to even care, but that hardly mattered. The only thing that mattered was that the beast in the mirror could not possibly be me. Mihael was a beautiful man with sleek blonde hair and the perfect complexion; granted the eyes were a bit to get past, but they'd always completed me. They never deterred girl after girl that fawned after me, no matter how intimidating they made me look. My face was sculpted and symmetrical and perfect and…and….and GONE! Now it was GONE! The looks I'd prized all these years, flaunted, worshipped even! GONE GONE GONE!
     The remnants of that taunting glass lay shattered under my feet. Handful after handful I scooped up in my soon-bloody fingers and hurled at the wall. The shards flew everywhere. What would I care if they scarred me? I was marred enough as it was. MARRED! IMPERFECT! A MONSTER! I screamed my thoughts at the ceiling, pleading for an answer. But one would never come. I knew this. It didn't stop my irrational outbursts, though.
     I was sprinting about the room, bashing everything from its station atop tables, dressers, counters. Every surface was swiped clean, leaving the tiled floor I tore across a mess of shards and blood. Said tables were then overturned and dressers pushed over and beaten senseless. And yet it wasn't enough to take out my aggression on. I needed to rip something apart, burn something, pick up a gun and unload it all inside something. God, did I yearn for my--- My revolver… It was in my dresser somewhere!
     I dashed over to the barely stable hunk that used to be my dresser and rifled through the splintered wood. Soon I felt the cold slick of steel and whipped out my old friend, firing off a test shot into the wall nearest me. A small cackle rose up in my throat as I almost unloaded my weapon in rapid succession until my "umber" wall looked a bit more like Swiss cheese. The cackle grew into frenzied laughter as I spun toward the wall-length window that was cruelly reflecting my misfortune at me. "Go to HELLLL!" I screeched, the monster falling away in an explosion of glass. The sound was almost sweet to me. I could practically imagine that fiend's look of defeat as he plummeted to the concrete below. Scampering to the window, I peered over the frame to watch the last pieces of him smash into the street.
     However this still just didn't seem like enough…
     Whirling back toward the hopeless dresser, my lips curled into a wicked grin. A giggle escaped my wide smile as I busied about my work, hoisting up the hefty fragments of my ruined furniture. My firearm was tossed to the side to leave my hands free for the task. Over to the window I sauntered and, with a shout, carelessly pitched the dresser toward the littered street. Head cocked, watching the sight of it smash into thousands of bits brought a surprising flourish of contentedness, urging me to find something else to heave over to an untimely end. Humming an unfamiliar tune, I haul more chunks of former furniture and décor to fling out the former window. Crash, crash, crash! Down they fell and there they shattered, meaningless piles of debris. I could feel my problems soaring down with them only to smash into the blacktop below without warning.
     Now if only it were the damnable Yagamis, one by one tumbling down into a gory mess…
     That idea spawned a new plan within my mind. I kicked the remaining pieces of glass out the once window before skipping (Wait no. Perhaps a more manly word like "strutting" or "surging.") over to my lovely weapon. Surprisingly the couch was unharmed accept for debris scattered at its feet. And it had the perfect number of pillows! I aimed at the first, imagining the smug face of Light Yagami, the cause of all of this. My finger tightened on the trigger. …Click. …Clickclickclickclick!
     "SONNN of a…" I muttered dozens of curses on my firearm as I fumbled for the bullets tucked inside my pants. Clumsily, I shoved them into their rightful compartments and clicked the cylinder back into place. Resuming my aim, I let a maniacal grin sweep across my lips. I could almost imagine them all lined up there, awaiting their fate… BANG!  Light gone. BANG! Chief Yagami. BANG! Sayu Yagami. BANG! Mrs. Yagami. BANG! BANG! (Vile reloading!!!) BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! Cotton flew up in spurts as the pillows became shreds, each representing the termination of that cursed family! Ha! Ha! Endgame, Yagami! Soon even the couch itself was nothing but a pile of cotton and fabric. I flopped back on this result, imagining myself wallowing in their blood; this turned out to be a bad idea considering the couch inevitably had wood inside it, too.
     Stifling back a yelp of pain, I sit up. Apparently, my mind had gone. I wouldn't usually make that kind of mistake. I rub my now-exceptionally-sore back and head toward the bathroom, crushing the remainder of my outbursts under my scarred feet on the way there. Their crunch sent a tingle of satisfaction up my spine. I shuffled over to the bathroom and flicked on the light, drained of emotion. My adrenaline had faded so easily, so quickly exerted on all my destruction. Someone was going to have fun cleaning up this mess…
     Chuckling more and more, I steadied myself on the sink, placing both hands on either side. I felt like fainting in exhaustion. Who knew my anger could take so much out of me? And yet, I gleaned a little pride out of the mess I'd caused of myself and this apartment. I was almost surprised I hadn't heard sirens yet. I spit at the thought. Let them come! I'd be gone before they could even warn me they were going to break the door down! If only I could get a hold of myself, that is…
     I was still chuckling like a psycho, gripping the sink for dear life. I really needed to do something about this, didn't I? Sighing, I turned on the water and regrettably splashed some against my face to perhaps bring a bit of life back into my limbs. Almost immediately, I screeched, a distinct burning seething across my skin. "CRAP! CRAP! CRAP! PIECE OF SH---OWWWW!" Many more choice words flew from my mouth in the process of fumbling for the hand towel, which, in essence, only made things worse. In the end, I was stuck with half my face screaming in torment with tufts of fabric sticking to it. The pain cruelly reminded me of my disfigurement and my earlier thoughts.
     Picking strands of my hair from the blistered skin, I spat again into the sink. I would not let Near win! Even if I had nothing to wholly hold over him now, I could still best his intelligence. KIRA WAS MINE! There was no way Near could solve this thing without at least copying me to some point. He needed my help: I was just waiting for him to admit it. Yes, that's right! HE needed MY help! HA! He could never best me without finding me first, and by then I would have won. He wasn't getting my help unless he begged for it; groveled at my feet and admitted I was NUMBER ONE! Even Kira himself would ask me to be at his right hand! But I would never serve him. No, I'd steal his power back from him and execute him with my own hands, and then the world would be mine! Screw Near and all the rest of them! I'D MAKE THEM PAY FOR UNDERESTIMATING ME! FOR MUTILLATING ME! FOR INSULTING ME!
     I was now sniggering like a madman, much like I'd seen B do out of nowhere. I really had to stop myself from becoming like him. But if I could gain but half the reputation he did… Surpassing Near, Kira, AND BB? Now that would be something.
The little motivational speech had spurred me. Already a plan was forming in my mind. I could easily perform it on my own, but there was one person I needed by my side. For…moral support, per say.
     I ran to the pile that was my coat and boots and began to hurriedly pull them on. Mihael Keehl would become the new face of England, of Japan, THE WORLD! All would bow before me and my insurmountable intellect. Then L would see. Even from the grave he would be proud of me. I would make him proud. There was just one more thing to do. I cracked my knuckles, grinning with sadistic glee, before throwing the door open.
     It was time to visit my human punching bag.