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God, did she ever shut up? I didn't know why I started going out with her. Her only positive quality was her being a supermodel. And even then looks could only get one so far.

"Are you listening to me Light?"

                "The photographer was being a creep to you."

                "Yeah! He was totally trying to hit on me and…"

                I took a deep breath, trying to ignore the drabble coming from her mouth. A clinking sounded next to me and I looked to see L, no, Ryuzaki – L had many aliases, even the name L was fake; the only person who knew his name was Watari, who was the only connection the world had to L – eating yet another piece of cake. It always amazed me how much sugar the man could consume and not obtain any weight or diabetes for that matter.

                His dark, disheveled hair hung over his baggy eyes, a result of severe lack of sleep and constantly staring at the computer screen. Sitting in his unusual manner, feet on the sofa with his knees against his chest, the handcuffs that attached his right hand and my left hand together jingled slightly as he took another bite of the confection. It was off-putting to see someone sit in such a strange manner, but claimed he had to; his mental capabilities would drop as far as 40% if he didn't. And during those difficult times, asking him to sit normally was not an option.

                Everyday someone was dying of a heart attack. And it wasn't just one person, it was many. An unusual epidemic that had people scared for their lives. But others celebrate it. Almost all the victims were criminals: those on death-row, rapists, murderers, the scum of the Earth. The only casualties were those who openly tried to oppose him. Or her. We weren't sure who it was or how he or she was doing it, but we were able to deduce these deaths were murders. Somehow, this killer, this Kira, was able to end lives with heart attacks and seemingly instantly.

                During the first confrontation against Kira a man, a healthy death-row inmate thought to be L, died of a heart attack on live television. This event caused major stirs and the war between L and Kira began.

                I joined the fight against Kira only a few months ago. To kill people this way was cruel, inhumane. But, deep inside, I couldn't help but feel like they deserved it like justice was being served. It only seemed fair that criminals who took and destroyed lives should have their own lives taken as well.

"Misa! Hurry up or you'll be late for the photo shoot!" Matsuda said as he came barreling through the door. Both he and Misa were a part of the fight against Kira too. Well, Matsuda was. Misa supported Kira after he or she killed the man who murdered her parents. The only reason she was with us then was because of me and had said as much many times. As of then, Misa and Matsuda were our Intel. While furthering her career, Matsuda played the part as her manager, secretly gathering any and all information that might have helped the case.

"Oh, fine. I'll see you later Light. See you later Ryuzaki." She kissed my cheek and waved at L leaving the room with Matsuda. We sat quietly, only the sounds of L eating and the jangling of the 3 feet chain that connected our cuffs penetrated the silence.

Not long after joining the group, I began suspecting if I was Kira; if I was somehow killing people subconsciously. It was during that time that L voiced his equal suspicion of me and had me locked up, handcuffed, and on constant surveillance for nearly two months. After the killings had continued, L handcuffed us together so as to personally keep watch on me.

"You really shouldn't be such a neglectful boyfriend, Light."

"What do you mean, Ryuzaki?"

"If you don't like her, why are you dating her?"

"… I don't know." I had been asking myself that question too. And every time I couldn't explain it. I had to date her; it was necessary.

"Have you noticed it?"

"She's been acting weird."

"Any ideas why?"

"Your guess is as good as mine which it is. We both see her equally these days," I said pointedly toward the handcuffs.

"You know why, Light. I thought you had accepted that," he said taking another piece of cake.

"I did. But it's still awkward when one of us had to go to the bathroom or take a shower."

"We are both men, Light. There is hardly anything one of us have that the other doesn't already know about. And the bathroom and shower are important human necessities. We would both become handicapped if either one of us didn't use them," he mumbled as he ate the dessert.

"If you keep eating like that you're going to make yourself sick, Ryuzaki."

He paused in his consumption and looked at me, "What do you mean?"

"You're on your fifth piece of cake. Your body can't intake that much sugar at one time without it being detrimental to your health."

"Hm, maybe not most people, but my body has become accustomed to it," he said matter-of-factly continuing with his confectionary delight. "I have people following her."

"What?"

"I've hired some people to watch Misa. She's not the most careful person, so we should be able to find out what has happened to her within a few days."

True to his word, her followers captured her saying she had been writing in a suspicious notebook. Said item was brought back to headquarters in a plastic bag. It was a thin, black notebook with the words "Death Note" in white written at the top. No one had touched it since it was taken from Misa who was then being held in a cell.

"I don't get it. It's just a notebook. What can she do with a notebook," asked Matsuda voicing the thoughts of everyone else in the small, secured room.

"We can't take any chances, Matsuda," said L.

He carefully opened the bag and reached in pulling out the notebook. He glanced up at the others and did a double-take. His eyes grew wide and he screamed falling out of his chair as if trying to flee from something.

"L! What's wrong?!"

He pointed with a shaking hand outside the circle of people. We all looked to find empty space; there was nothing there.

I crouched down trying to calm him down, "L, there's nothing there. What's wrong?"

"The… notebook…"

I looked to see where it had fallen and reached for it. It rested in my hand and I saw it. I saw the shinigami, the Death God, Ryuk. I saw the names written on the pages within the notebook. I saw the faces of the deceased. I saw the Earth finally being cleansed. I saw justice being fulfilled. I saw Utopia. And I saw me as God of this perfect world. I saw me writing the names of the filthy pests trying to defile my world. And I saw my followers give me my name: Kira.

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God, did she ever shut up? I didn't know why I started going out with her. Her only positive quality was her being a supermodel. And even then looks could only get one so far.

"Are you listening to me Light?"

                "The photographer was being a creep to you."

                "Yeah! He was totally trying to hit on me and…"

                I took a deep breath, trying to ignore the drabble coming from her mouth. A clinking sounded next to me and I looked to see L, no, Ryuzaki – L had many aliases, even the name L was fake; the only person who knew his name was Watari, who was the only connection the world had to L – eating yet another piece of cake. It always amazed me how much sugar the man could consume and not obtain any weight or diabetes for that matter.

                His dark, disheveled hair hung over his baggy eyes, a result of severe lack of sleep and constantly staring at the computer screen. Sitting in his unusual manner, feet on the sofa with his knees against his chest, the handcuffs that attached his right hand and my left hand together jingled slightly as he took another bite of the confection. It was off-putting to see someone sit in such a strange manner, but claimed he had to; his mental capabilities would drop as far as 40% if he didn't. And during those difficult times, asking him to sit normally was not an option.

                Everyday someone was dying of a heart attack. And it wasn't just one person, it was many. An unusual epidemic that had people scared for their lives. But others celebrate it. Almost all the victims were criminals: those on death-row, rapists, murderers, the scum of the Earth. The only casualties were those who openly tried to oppose him. Or her. We weren't sure who it was or how he or she was doing it, but we were able to deduce these deaths were murders. Somehow, this killer, this Kira, was able to end lives with heart attacks and seemingly instantly.

                During the first confrontation against Kira a man, a healthy death-row inmate thought to be L, died of a heart attack on live television. This event caused major stirs and the war between L and Kira began.

                I joined the fight against Kira only a few months ago. To kill people this way was cruel, inhumane. But, deep inside, I couldn't help but feel like they deserved it like justice was being served. It only seemed fair that criminals who took and destroyed lives should have their own lives taken as well.

"Misa! Hurry up or you'll be late for the photo shoot!" Matsuda said as he came barreling through the door. Both he and Misa were a part of the fight against Kira too. Well, Matsuda was. Misa supported Kira after he or she killed the man who murdered her parents. The only reason she was with us then was because of me and had said as much many times. As of then, Misa and Matsuda were our Intel. While furthering her career, Matsuda played the part as her manager, secretly gathering any and all information that might have helped the case.

"Oh, fine. I'll see you later Light. See you later Ryuzaki." She kissed my cheek and waved at L leaving the room with Matsuda. We sat quietly, only the sounds of L eating and the jangling of the 3 feet chain that connected our cuffs penetrated the silence.

Not long after joining the group, I began suspecting if I was Kira; if I was somehow killing people subconsciously. It was during that time that L voiced his equal suspicion of me and had me locked up, handcuffed, and on constant surveillance for nearly two months. After the killings had continued, L handcuffed us together so as to personally keep watch on me.

"You really shouldn't be such a neglectful boyfriend, Light."

"What do you mean, Ryuzaki?"

"If you don't like her, why are you dating her?"

"… I don't know." I had been asking myself that question too. And every time I couldn't explain it. I had to date her; it was necessary.

"Have you noticed it?"

"She's been acting weird."

"Any ideas why?"

"Your guess is as good as mine which it is. We both see her equally these days," I said pointedly toward the handcuffs.

"You know why, Light. I thought you had accepted that," he said taking another piece of cake.

"I did. But it's still awkward when one of us had to go to the bathroom or take a shower."

"We are both men, Light. There is hardly anything one of us have that the other doesn't already know about. And the bathroom and shower are important human necessities. We would both become handicapped if either one of us didn't use them," he mumbled as he ate the dessert.

"If you keep eating like that you're going to make yourself sick, Ryuzaki."

He paused in his consumption and looked at me, "What do you mean?"

"You're on your fifth piece of cake. Your body can't intake that much sugar at one time without it being detrimental to your health."

"Hm, maybe not most people, but my body has become accustomed to it," he said matter-of-factly continuing with his confectionary delight. "I have people following her."

"What?"

"I've hired some people to watch Misa. She's not the most careful person, so we should be able to find out what has happened to her within a few days."

True to his word, her followers captured her saying she had been writing in a suspicious notebook. Said item was brought back to headquarters in a plastic bag. It was a thin, black notebook with the words "Death Note" in white written at the top. No one had touched it since it was taken from Misa who was then being held in a cell.

"I don't get it. It's just a notebook. What can she do with a notebook," asked Matsuda voicing the thoughts of everyone else in the small, secured room.

"We can't take any chances, Matsuda," said L.

He carefully opened the bag and reached in pulling out the notebook. He glanced up at the others and did a double-take. His eyes grew wide and he screamed falling out of his chair as if trying to flee from something.

"L! What's wrong?!"

He pointed with a shaking hand outside the circle of people. We all looked to find empty space; there was nothing there.

I crouched down trying to calm him down, "L, there's nothing there. What's wrong?"

"The… notebook…"

I looked to see where it had fallen and reached for it. It rested in my hand and I saw it. I saw the shinigami, the Death God, Ryuk. I saw the names written on the pages within the notebook. I saw the faces of the deceased. I saw the Earth finally being cleansed. I saw justice being fulfilled. I saw Utopia. And I saw me as God of this perfect world. I saw me writing the names of the filthy pests trying to defile my world. And I saw my followers give me my name: Kira.