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Another type of Kira
Light was Kira first right? Or as everyone says but a young girl can say something else. This is hee story of how she became Kira and how she delt with the case, L, and Light.
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disclaimer: nothing is mine except personal chacters. This is L/OCC and Light/OCC
Chapter 1: the sunrise
Beep Beep
There was a soft click in the darkness of the early morning. In the grayness morning you could see her small figure sit up in the cold. She shivered and shook her head looking around the place she had been.
The place the girl was at a bridge she had usually stayed at in the night. Away from school and away from home. In the middle of the city splitting the city between two parts. She turned her head to one side showing her side. The ghetto or even recon Distract as people called it. Filled with drugs and alcholics. She lived there but went to school on the other side. She turned her head the other way and saw the regular city. A beautiful place really. Lots of people only ever once in a while there would be a burst in voilence. Less then the recon distract.
She stood up still groggy but shaking it off. She looked at her watch and saw the time of 5:30 in the morning. She cracked her neck and she ran. Wide awake already she ran through the streets watching as building lights were coming on barely. She ran through the good side of the city and saw the place she worked at. It was a diner. A small place for most Japanese who wanted a taste of American Diner food. She opened the door and saw her boss.
He was a big man. Much taller then her. He never had an expression for her. He was not truly happy to have her around but he did grow sad when she wasn't there. He just looked at her. He would always look at her. His face would always change when she came into the room. Sometimes he would become angry and yell at his other empolyies. No one took it against there boss though.
When you looked at this girl most would have to look away. Not because she was ugly. No she wasn't at all. It was the fact that someone would beat that pretty face. Now that you look at her. Her brown hair was down covering a section of her face that if you looked at good enough you would see it. A purple yellowish bruise covering most of that pretty pale face. It travled across her left eye down to the side of her face. The bruise distracted you from her blue eyes not seen well in Japan. It also distracted you from her body. The fact that she was so skinny you could break her by touching her.
It was hidden by her pants shredded from being wore day after day. And a long sleeved shirt hiding the rest of the bruises travling along her body not seen by anyone but herself.
Then she whispeared. Was it really a whispear. Did she even speak most would ask? But she did speak. She slowly as if in pain said, "hello sir," she had said. And the man looked away and pointed to a bag on the counter.
It was a retune that he would leave her bag out for her. It held her school uniform, shampoo and other health needs. She reached for the bag and took it into the bathroom. She set the bag down and looked at herself in the mirror. Only thinking to herself how can i hide this?
She dipped her head in the sink and washed her hair. Scrubbing off the dirt and blood from the beating she had took the night before. After the washing of her hair she peeled off her shirt and it reavealed a girl covered in scars and bruises not seen by anyone.
She stared at herself in the mirror. Then traces all of the scars along her pale skin. Winces sometime at the bruises. Slowly following the scars around her arms and on her stomach until she was done. She was remembering why she received these wounds. These Bruises.
She whispeared again. Softy not heard by anyone only herself. "i am the sinner." she said that every morning before continuing getting ready for school.
After pulling on her uniform she was out of the bathroom and looking toward her boss. He was sweeping and she went looking for a mop to clean for opening. She would always do this. Even though the boss told her not to. She liked to work hard and she loved it slightly. Working hard added more stress onto her fragile body. But it kept her mind away from other things. ON the other stress as she thought of it as the bad stress. No matter to her. Working helped and she liked help from something.
Beep Beep
There was another soft click and she was already out the door whispearing goodbye for the day. Then she set out for another run. Running toward the middle of the city going to school seeing the sunrise as she did. Runnning toward the sunrise. She could only think of her name that set in her mind. Solar. A name of the sun. Sunrise maybe she didn't know. All she liked to think now was sunrise.
Chapter 1: the sunrise
Beep Beep
There was a soft click in the darkness of the early morning. In the grayness morning you could see her small figure sit up in the cold. She shivered and shook her head looking around the place she had been.
The place the girl was at a bridge she had usually stayed at in the night. Away from school and away from home. In the middle of the city splitting the city between two parts. She turned her head to one side showing her side. The ghetto or even recon Distract as people called it. Filled with drugs and alcholics. She lived there but went to school on the other side. She turned her head the other way and saw the regular city. A beautiful place really. Lots of people only ever once in a while there would be a burst in voilence. Less then the recon distract.
She stood up still groggy but shaking it off. She looked at her watch and saw the time of 5:30 in the morning. She cracked her neck and she ran. Wide awake already she ran through the streets watching as building lights were coming on barely. She ran through the good side of the city and saw the place she worked at. It was a diner. A small place for most Japanese who wanted a taste of American Diner food. She opened the door and saw her boss.
He was a big man. Much taller then her. He never had an expression for her. He was not truly happy to have her around but he did grow sad when she wasn't there. He just looked at her. He would always look at her. His face would always change when she came into the room. Sometimes he would become angry and yell at his other empolyies. No one took it against there boss though.
When you looked at this girl most would have to look away. Not because she was ugly. No she wasn't at all. It was the fact that someone would beat that pretty face. Now that you look at her. Her brown hair was down covering a section of her face that if you looked at good enough you would see it. A purple yellowish bruise covering most of that pretty pale face. It travled across her left eye down to the side of her face. The bruise distracted you from her blue eyes not seen well in Japan. It also distracted you from her body. The fact that she was so skinny you could break her by touching her.
It was hidden by her pants shredded from being wore day after day. And a long sleeved shirt hiding the rest of the bruises travling along her body not seen by anyone but herself.
Then she whispeared. Was it really a whispear. Did she even speak most would ask? But she did speak. She slowly as if in pain said, "hello sir," she had said. And the man looked away and pointed to a bag on the counter.
It was a retune that he would leave her bag out for her. It held her school uniform, shampoo and other health needs. She reached for the bag and took it into the bathroom. She set the bag down and looked at herself in the mirror. Only thinking to herself how can i hide this?
She dipped her head in the sink and washed her hair. Scrubbing off the dirt and blood from the beating she had took the night before. After the washing of her hair she peeled off her shirt and it reavealed a girl covered in scars and bruises not seen by anyone.
She stared at herself in the mirror. Then traces all of the scars along her pale skin. Winces sometime at the bruises. Slowly following the scars around her arms and on her stomach until she was done. She was remembering why she received these wounds. These Bruises.
She whispeared again. Softy not heard by anyone only herself. "i am the sinner." she said that every morning before continuing getting ready for school.
After pulling on her uniform she was out of the bathroom and looking toward her boss. He was sweeping and she went looking for a mop to clean for opening. She would always do this. Even though the boss told her not to. She liked to work hard and she loved it slightly. Working hard added more stress onto her fragile body. But it kept her mind away from other things. ON the other stress as she thought of it as the bad stress. No matter to her. Working helped and she liked help from something.
Beep Beep
There was another soft click and she was already out the door whispearing goodbye for the day. Then she set out for another run. Running toward the middle of the city going to school seeing the sunrise as she did. Runnning toward the sunrise. She could only think of her name that set in her mind. Solar. A name of the sun. Sunrise maybe she didn't know. All she liked to think now was sunrise.
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