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y’all emo as fuck chill a bit

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some people can say I hate you for being so negative, why can't you be more positive in life ? people who can say this, certainly never know what it feels like to be at the unfortunate side of life. you never know what if feels to be pushed to the very corner, having no one on your side, and all you can do is trying to express the smallest resistance that you have left by negative words. it's not that we never tried to be positive, but it's been a long fight and we are tired. you live in a wonderland, you will never know the feelings of those who live in the slums. wondering everyday that if one day we could ever escape this repeating pain and sadness.

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Nier Automato.  . . , I need friends

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[Minato Mirai Yokohama]

Minato Mirai...for me there were 2 memories regarding Minato Mirai, the Yokohama bayside area.

first was the night of Super Moon. the long walk from the station to red warehouse, and the long kiss above the ground in the giant Ferris wheel, over the sunset of Yokohama. the scent of Osmanthus flowers that lingered throughout the day remained on my coat until this very day. the devilish innocence days were shined by the bright light of super moon

the second was the dry daylight of a date with a stranger. I pretended not to know anything about the place,being guided while all I was doing was recalling the memory of the Super Moon night. it was a horrible date. she drank a cup of sake and I drank a cup of non-alcoholic strawberry sweet sake before I made an excuse to leave early.

funny how the three of us, are now back to strangers. but I certainly won't forget the breeze, the scent of Othmantus, the day and night, and the lost loves... of Yokohama bay side.

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Takekopta  A Doraemon Story  part 2  We were taking the earliest commercial flight of the day to Hong Kong via Dubai. just the three of us, Angela, Agent Sabrina and me. We were told that this is a covert operation. The main field agent were just us three. But we were informed that there will we backups running in the background in case something bad happen. Of which it always happened when we’re dealing with unknown artifacts like this. “The artifact, dubbed the Takekopta as blatantly shown in the video footage is some sort of flotation device of unknown origin. It might be a new technology from China that malfunctioned. But I’ve never heard of this new technology being sold to the open market yet. that’s why we thought it might have a certain connection to the Memory Bread case in London.”  Angela explained as we are an hour through our flight.  “You mean, nano machines are involved somehow ?”  “That’s just a hunch. But after the incident in London last year, the higher ups are paying more attention to nano machine cases. And that’s why this unit was formed. It hasn’t been 6 months since that incident that almost took the lives of hundred of thousands civilians, another one appeared. We have to retrieve it before any more causalities arises.  “and that’s why they included me.” agent Sabrina took out something from her black case that looks like a contact lenses box.   “we haven’t properly introduced ourselves yet. Sabrina Evans, CIA. I was an agent of the Homeland Security for 5 years before transferred to the agency.”  “glad to be working with you.” we shook hands. “I’ve read reports from whats left of the Memory Bread case. You did a good work out there.”  I still clearly remember that raining day in London just a few months ago...It was a very close call to disaster...it started with just a disgusting piece of frozen moldy bread...that was kept for 40 years for some reason. after a little girl was hospitalized after accidentally consumed a piece of it...the nano machine activated in the girls’ body and turned her into a zombie-like state.... Thus the condition spread throughout the hospital almost instantly and in a few hours, London had to be locked down. Angela and me got involved in the case almost coincidentally, where we were both holding a presentation at Cambridge University that evening. Finding the cause of the incident, using large scale electromagnetic wave blaster to disable the effect of the nano machine parasite, and cleaning up the mess afterwards were no joke...  That was our fist encounter with an Artifact of the Future.   ”we call it Artifact of the Future. All of them are mostly 40-50 years old, but the technology at that time just doesn’t match to the advancement of nano technology that surpasses even our current technology that we have.an A.I integrated robot so micro that could travel in people’s blood stream and plant itself in the amygdala of the brain inducing Mind manipulating. That’s not human tech.” “well it could always be aliens. Shouldn’t they include the X-Files people in this too ?” “that’s the intriguing part.” said Angela. “our research founds that these artifacts to be originated from Earth.”  to be continued

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Takekopta a Doraemon Story part 1 ‘The hell is a “Takekopta”? you may ask.Try asking Agent Barry on the Homeland Security.He’d say the same thing. what the hell is this word means and why the hell is it written in large alphabets  under the red letters of [TOP SECRET]  on this file, handed to me by Agent Sabrina. it’s very unusual for a high ranked personnel of the CIA to come to my small office like this.In fact, this could be the first time in my 9 years career working with the FBI. “It’s urgent.” said Agent Sabrina.”the Chief would like to see you now.” She escorted me out of my office,and even walked me to the allocated meeting room on the 4th Floor. She seemed a little bit on the cold side, or maybe just tense about what’s going on. I tried to break the silence in the elevator. “So...what’s this all about ?” “You will know soon. The Chief will brief everything to us.” I wasn’t given the chance to even read what’s written in the file. And there we were at the 12th meeting room of the FBI headquarters. not to my surprise, the Bureau Chief was there. and so is Ms.Angela, the chief of laboratory division. also a few more field agents and even a few CIA agents who I might or might not know were there as well . But the overwhelming presence that surprised me the most, was the figure that was standing in the middle of the room, giving a sharp look towards my general direction, was no other than the Director of the F.B.I himself, Director John Fredrick. “Sir,Agent James Meyers. Field Agent of Ancient Artifacts and Civilizations Department.” Agent Sabrina introduced me to the room. “So you’re the agent who discovered the ancient piece of nano machine that grows into memory manipulating parasite few months ago.” said the director, as I took a step forward into the room. He was referring to that case in London where Ms. Angela and I was in charge. But in the end, case of Memory Bread was sent to the X-Files after the last piece of evidence were destroyed in that incident last year. There is no proof that the mind manipulating nano machine exists anymore. “Yes sir. Although the case was somewhat forcefully closed after the evidence was destroyed...it was a failed mission, sir.” “But you saved the world from a mind manipulating nano machines outbreak. with Ms. Angela.” said the Bureau Chief. Ms. Angela gave me a glance as I returned hers. “well, I...” “I want you to look at this.” The FBI Director directed every body’s attention the the big screen at the front of the room.the screen displays somewhat that looks like an amateur footage taken with a phone camera. There were people,looking Asian. They were gathering around something and making loud noises. a moment later, from the center of the attention, something came out...floating. It was a boy...? The people around started cheering and taking pictures and videos while the floating boy keep going up to the sky. a while later, the merry voices of people just now turned into panic. They were pointing to sky to the direction of the floating boy, and the video shows the boy started to struggle and asking for help. and suddenly, he just...fell. everyone was screaming. and the footage ended. “the video was viral everywhere since yesterday. apparently that was in Hong Kong. the kid died.We did the test on the video and found no trace of manipulation. It’s real. ” said Ms Angela out of the blue. “what’s your thought on this, Agent Meyers?” “So umm it seems that the kid...just floated right up to the sky...and fell down to his death.How in the world could a human being..could fly? The only explanation is with the aid of a some sort of technological device.” “But what kind of technology has the ability to support a human’s weight to enable flight without any sort of applied pressure to the ground, or any wing-like structure, or balloon...anti-gravity device ?” said Angela again.   “Well, let’s see the video one more time.” but I was cut by the Director. There’s no need. We already identified the device used by the kid. It’s the “Takekopta”. It’s the question I had since Agent Sabrina appeared at my office. “w..what’s that? ” “Read the file in your hand. Agent Meyers, you are now in charge of The Future Artifact Retrieval Division, directly commanded by the Pentagon. Agent Sabrina and Agent Angela will tell you the details. Now your mission is to retrieve the artifact and bring it back to Washington D.C. Dismissed.” Everyone in the room left besides me, Agent Sabrina and Angela. Angela got off from her seat and came to me. “I guess we’re a team again.”

There were so many questions in my mind. Shadiness is already a synonym to the FBI but I really have a had vibe about the shadiness that’s shrouding this case.... to be continued

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when you found your reason  you will taste the wine  and forever drunk  like a madman singing all day on the streets  poems of love 

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the biggest lie someone can ever tell is 'I Love You Forever'

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my eyes are beautiful  they are neither sad  nor lonely 

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Death Note - The City of Love

Part 7 of 7 (epilogue)

Mishima was once part of the Japanese Death Note Prevention Squad,and at the same time, he was....Kira.as a part of his plan when he was Kira, he gave up the ownership of his Death Note and passed it to Shien, a cyber terrorist to carry out the role as the Messenger of Kira. He lost his memories of being Kira to avoid suspicions while operating within the Death Note Prevention Squad to chase Shien who was collecting all six Death Notes... But after the confrontation with Ryuzaki (the former L) and Shien at Mount Kora, Shien died under attack of the Japan Self Defense Force and Mishima was arrested. But Mishima already wrote Ryuzaki's name in the Death Note. Knowing he's about to die Ryuzaki did a desperate measure and set Mishima free by passing his identity to Mishima along with the codename L, the World's greatest detective. Now Mishima,carrying the name L and in the hope to redeem his sin as Kira, journeyed to gather the Death Notes and seal them where no one can get their hands on the most dangerous genocide weapon ever again.

Mishima's leads brought him to the west and on the first of January 2017 he arrived in Paris. By that time he already had seized a Death Note from a new Kira in India.and killed him. He then realized that his instinct to kill is stronger than his will to protect the peace of the world....he decided to discard the name L that Ryuzaki passed onto him and live as Kira once again.

who gave Jeanne the Death Note? it was Mishima.

Mishima first met Jeanne on January the 2nd and fell in love with her at the first sight. The compulsive and twisted thinking of his resulted in his lust to obtain Jeanne's heart and body, and involving her in his big plan to eradicate L's group of successors with the power of the Death Note. With a piece of the note that he had hidden with him, he wrote the following paragraph in January 2017 :

"Jeanne Laforet mistakenly type dbey.com instead of ebay.com on January 18th 2017 and followed the instruction on the website. Upon reading the statement on the screen,she received a Death Note from a Grim Reaper but refused to use it and kept it in the drawer of a room in her apartment for 2 months. She later fell in love with a Japanese man that entered her bakery at 4.30 p.m on the 7th of March 2017. They both went out together to a bar at Lord Wilson avenue on 8th,9th,10th and 11th March 2017 and slept together on 11th March. On 12th March, she found out that both of them can't be together and she wrote a paragraph in the Death Note to control the Japanese man to fall in love with her. The Japanese man would come back to her 2 days later and they live together until three days after their wedding day and she was shot to death by a Death Note Prevention Squad member after a confrontation broke out. "

and then Mishima appeared in front of Jeanne with the alias Matsuda Toshihiro and acted just as how he had written it all in the first place.

he purposely called Near from the Louvre museum a few days before his wedding to fish him out into coming to Paris.and Mishima had all 11 members of Death Note Prevention Squad names figured from a long time ago, and wrote their fate to die right after Near died.

He tasted the love of the woman he fell in love with. He was satisfied, and had her died in his arms.

now he had got his Death Note back. and killed Near. and he's going for J...the last successor of L.

Just as planned.

-end-

thanks for reading

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Death Note - The City of Love

Part 6 of 7

The observation deck was silent. There were no other visitors except both of them. And confronting the newly wed couple, was the young man. With a group of armed force with their face covered in the position to fire behind him. Jeanne was dumbfounded.

"w..what's going on...? honey, who are these people ...?? "

"how could you possibly use the name of your former senior member of the Death Note Prevention Squad, Matsuda...?" Near muttered. "Now, if both of you would please hand over the Death Note and surrender yourselves. This whole place is locked down and nobody can get in or out. Hand over the Death Note and nobody will get hurt"

Realizing that he had been pushed into a corner, Mishima blurted out of desperation. "...Didn't I tell you to leave this to me ??!!"

Jeanne understood now. Jeanne understood that Matsuda...or Mishima knew that she had the Death Note. she understood that the man she loved was not in the effect of what she wrote in the Death Note at all. Matsuda Toshihiro was a false name. And she was stupid. She had the Grim Reaper's eyes but she never checked on Matsuda's real name, due to her believing that he was already in the effect of the Death Note. Believing that they would live to the old age and die together. She now realized, that she was being deceived all along. She fell on her knees and tears started falling down her cheek, in the confusion of the moment."so...you pretended to love me..just to get the Note...?"

Mishima knew that Jeanne had the power of Grim Reaper's eyes allowing her to see people's name just by looking at their face. He peeked on her almost everyday, and saw her killing people by figuring out their name just by looking at their pictures on their social media profiles.

"I never believed in you. I knew you had a Death Note but you never reported it to us.Your ideology does not align with L's. Your actions...are different and you can't stop killing. You are... not L's, Kira's successor...Mishima." said Near.

"I told you already that I'm not L !! pretty obvious hints huh ?! heh...hah hah hahhhahahaha !!!!!" Mishima swayed away from Jeanne, and then turned back to her. She was still on the floor, crying.

"It's over. hand over the Note and surrender."

and then Mishima shouted.

"JEANNE !!! IF YOU LOVE ME, KILL HIM, NOW !!!"

"Fire!"

Jeanne reached out into her pocket for a piece of Death Note that she carried with her. at the same time, the Death Note Prevention Squad opened fire. Mishima jumped to the left but Jeanne, to her demise was showered in the storm of bullets and fell in her pool of blood.

"JEEEEANNNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEE !!!!!!!"

Mishima's screamed echoed through the observation deck and shocked everybody there,creating a split second chance. And with the last of her lifeforce, Jeanne had wrote:

"Nate River died by jumping off the Eiffel Tower" ________

and as promptly written in the note, Nate River codenamed Near, jumped off the Eifell tower to the end of his fate. and upon seeing Near jumping off all of the sudden, the rest of the Prevention Squad members stood up straight. put their own guns to their heads, and shot themselves.the only person left standing,breathing heavily....in the middle of all the bodies was Mishima.

Mishima held Jeanne's in his arms. She's still breathing but very weakly. with blood all over her, she touched his face for the last time.

"tell me....do you really love me...?"

a drop of tear fell onto Jeanne's cold face

"I do...I really love you."

-to be concluded

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Death Note - The City of Love

Part 5 of 7

September 2017

The wedding day of Matsuda Toshihiro and Jeanne Laforet.

our wedding was to be held just in a very small ceremony, at the City of Rouen located a rough hundred of kilometres from Paris. It's my mother's hometown and it was where my father and my mother were buried. We invited just close friends and family members. Toshihiro's family couldn't make it but a few of his friends were here. Perhaps those that he knew from his travels, considering they were all Europeans, and there were two American couples.

We exchanged vows and kissed, and were pronounced husband and wife. we went back to Paris to prepare for our honeymoon to the United States. Toshihiro said he always wanted to visit New York, and from our little savings for the past few months we finally able to afford to get ourselves flight tickets and accommodations in the Big Apple. We were going to leave Paris the day after tomorrow.

and I made a decision to stop killing. once I arrived in New York, I will throw the Death Note into the sea and live a normal life with Toshihiro forever. It's all over now.

on the evening of September 22nd 2017, Toshihiro said he would love to visit the Eiffel tower before we depart for New York. It's not surprising that he didn't had the chance to visit the tower yet eventhough we lived so close to it. It's because we were together for the whole time, after all. And so that evening we went to the tower and paid admission to visit the observation deck. The view of Paris at sunset would be lovely.

Just as soon as we arrived at the top of the elevator,

"congratulations on your wedding, L."

there was a young man in his 20's dressed in all-white, with a white hair standing in front of us.and in his right hand, he was holding a stalk of spider lily.

"...or should I call you Mishima?"

-to be continued

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Death Note - The City of Love

Part 4 of 7

May 2017

It was Spring. The flowers were blooming. the roses, the azelia,the spider lily and the marigold were exceptionally beautiful this year. Yes, especially the Spider Lily. I had liked the spider lily since I was a kid. the unique petals growing upwards, as if....

the hands of spirits trying to reach out,begging for mercy at the very end of their life...

Toshihiro told me that in Japan, spider lily represents the flower of death. They are often found at graveyards,temples and the such. Such a grim, yet beautiful shape that resembles death itself. and knowing this, I thought it would be nice if more people would be able to appreciate the beauty of this flower at the moment of their deaths.

And so I wrote. for every name I wrote in the Death Note, I would end the sentence after writing the cause of death with '...with a Spider Lily flower in his/her hand'. This had become my habit, though I wouldn't want my act as Kira to be traced by police if they figured out the pattern of leaving a Spider Lily flower in the hand of my victims.

I didn't kill so much. as much as the Kiras before me or other present Kiras did.From what I knew from Pierro, currently there were six DeathNotes in the human world. I watched the news and studied the pattern of unusual deaths that had been happening worldwide and I figured out there are at least 2 more Kiras beside me that were still active. I did all my killings from 11p.m to 12a.m daily, in a room in our apartment where I definitely did not allow Toshihiro to get in or peek on me during that period of time. I told him it's my meditation time and he obeyed. I manipulated the Time of Death rule of the Death Note, leaving no exact pattern ofdeath to my victims except of that one stalk of Spider Lily flower and of course I made sure the body of my victims would never be found.

Who were my victims ?

The fascists. The white supremacists. The alt-rights. Those who oppose love equality and gender equality. The corrupt politicians. People who pollute the earth. The anti-semitists.An evil social media CEO who abused people's right. It was easy to get the name and face of these people just from their Facebook or other social media profiles.

I left out the high ranked criminals to other Kiras. I was doing what I think was right. I was cleaning the world from corruption and I strived to make the right change. in these three months of my life as Kira and living with the love of my life, I felt the happiest. and it was in June 2017 that Toshihiro proposed to me.I was unmistakenly the happiest, and the most powerful girl in the whole world. and we were going to live happily to the end of our life.

Just as I planned.

to be continued.

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Death Note - The City of Love

Part 3 of 7

September 2017

Scotland Yard, Victoria, London

it had been 9 months since the mass genocide that happened in Washington, United States. the tragedy that occured in the middle of the inauguration speech of the new President had took the lives of nearly 3000 people who were attending the ceremony at the white house. the incident, dubbed the White House tragedy would certainly go down in history as the worst act of terrorism, and the United States had made a public announcement blaming the responsibility of the incident solely upon the global terrorist group ISIS.

But in fact,only a few people in the whole world knew that the incident was caused by the Death Note. the perpetrator who acted in the name of Kira had been apprehended just a few months ago.

in an isolated room in the underground of the London Metropolitan Police Department, a white haired young man sat strangely on the table. Upon him were 12 computer monitors displaying multiple information from the news, closed circuit camera monitors, and some other incomprehensible lines of codes. He opened another pack of chocolate as he answered a phone that had been ringing for a while.

"It's me." said the voice on the other side of the line.

"it's been a while. L."

"don't call me that. I am not L."

"the last L had passed the name L to you before dying. and I am but subjecting to his will. You are his successor."

"do what you want. I had located the new Kira."

"you're slow. We got 3 Kiras and secured 3 Death Notes already.this pace isn't like you, L."

"I said I'm not L goddamit.anyway leave this one to me. he's more dangerous than the others."

"how much longer are you going to pull this on? you understand that someone with the Death Note will..."

"I said leave it to me.click" the person on the other side of the line cut off.

"....J," the young man called to someone who had been sitting in the room as well. a caucasian woman looking to be in her 30s, stood up from her seat.

"is it time to sortie, Near?"

"we leave in 3 days.the location is Paris,France." the woman called J seemed baffled, yet with an impressed look on her face asked "how did you know it's Paris? I couldn't track the location from the phone call just now. it's secured. and we had lost track of him since a year ago."

"I could hear from the noise. he called from a public place.although he used a voice filtering application,the noise around him echoed as if he's in a cave or a place with high ceiling. and I could hear people speaking in French and other languages. it must be a tourist spot. where people are allowed to talk on the phone.it's a museum. with that volume of people around it must be a very crowded place. it's Louvre." Near's explanation pleased J and she sighed.

"I'm impressed, as always.as expected of you. how many should we bring with us?"

"just the Death Note Prevention Squad. all 11 of them who are still alive.Don't alert the FBI or the Interpol. and just me. You're staying, J."

"what? no way, I'm going with you!"

"...No. you are the last of us. I will bring L in together with Kira. The new L. He's not one of us."

"....Near. you are not planning to die, aren't you ?"

to be continued

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Death Note - The City of Love part 2

Part 2 of 7

It was a complete coincidence when one day in March 2017 that a customer walked into my bakery. He's a tall man, around 180 cm with a slender body and broad shoulder. From his face I could tell that he's of asian heritage. It's not unusual for foreign people to come to our store especially when Spring is around the corner, since it's tourist season. He bought some croissants and 2 slices of vegetable terrine, our speciality from my recommendations to him. His face was sharp looking, probably from his stressful line of work I presume. I rarely paid any attention to men before but this person had a weird vibe around him that made me feel strangely attracted.

before he left I had the chance to talk to him a little bit, out of curiosity I asked him where he's from.

"Japan." he said with a slightly smiling face. that explained his politeness and noddings here and there.

"are you a tourist?" I asked.

"....yes." there was a pause before his response. His mysterious vibe made me want to know more about him. but at the same time, not wanting to take too much of his time I blurted, "would you, would you like me to show you around ? I know a good bar just around the President Wilson avenue."

He thought for a few seconds and said, "sure, why not?".

"okay, just give me a few minutes to close the shop!"

we went to the bar and had some drinks and talks. His name was Matsuda Toshihiro, he worked for the Police in Japan but he quitted his job last October to travel the world. he's stopping in Paris for a week before taking off to Belgium and other European countries and heading to United States at the end of April,or so he said. and I told him about myself too. How I live a mundane life baking breads and cakes. and I thought it sounds fun living a free life like him being able to travel the world. Although our shop was doing quite well for the past few years but it had been impossible for me and my mother to take a long break for vacation and such,because of the expensive rent that we had to commit to monthly. He's a bright and smart guy, and his jokes were amazing. I don't know if it is just me or it's normal for girls to come to like funny people like Matsuda.

we talked until it's past midnight and he sent me back to the shop. It was a short meeting, but it has been a while since I talked to a guy happily like this. before we parted, he said with a smile "I'll try your pastries for breakfast tomorrow, and if I like it I will come for more!" and that night for the first time in my life I couldn't sleep well, engrossed with the thought whether Matsuda will come again or not. It's a strange feeling that I have never felt before in my life, and in the end I only fell asleep at around 3 a.m.

The next day, Matsuda came to the shop. "hey, I liked the terrine!" I don't know if I had ever felt anymore delighted than I was that evening. We went out for a drink again that night, and the next too. And the moments I spent with him were the best of my life, if I was not exaggerating. I had lived in Paris in my whole life but it's only now, during this moments that I saw and felt it for myself. How every street corners seemed beautiful. How red the roses were. How enchanting the Eiffel tower looked in the sunset. and how lovely the air of spring felt in the morning, in this city of love.

but I know those moments that felt like forever, will soon come to an end. Tomorrow, he would leave. Leaving Paris for Belgium and then the world. leaving me alone again in this small part of the city, and I would continue my daily life as a small bakery's owner. Baking breads and cakes. and Matsuda will forever be a part of my memory, knowing that I would never see him again for the rest of my life. Why did I feel like this ? why did a single man would make me feel so troubled and melancholic, and without realizing it all I had been thinking of is him ?

it is love. the unknown substance that had been binding mankind together since the beginning of time. Love is a compulsion, a change in human brainwave that triggered the chemical reactions in human brains that leads to affinity towards each other. I see now. I see. what I am feeling now is Love. I had fallen in love with the man known as Matsuda Toshihiro and I want him to stay by my side for the rest of my life.

That night, we went to the bar for the last time. I made my resolve to tell him how I felt about him, and I was going to tell him that I love him no matter what. This was the only chance I had. It was the last night, and we drank a little bit more than we usually did. and it happened, for some reasons I could not remember properly. I kissed him on the lips. and he kissed me back. and we went back to my apartment. It happened. and we made love. It was the best night I have had in my entire life, and the best sex I had too.

the next morning came and I woke up next to him. Seeing his sleeping face under the morning sunlight from the window of my apartment was like a picture from a fairy tale. It was a dream came true. I got out of the bed, thinking to fix breakfast for both of us, humming happily. I went to the kitchen and made coffee and toasts, and fried eggs. sometime later, I heard him grunting. must be having hung over headache from drinking last night. I brought the coffee and a glass of water and went to him.

He was holding his head, slowly gaining his conciousness. "Oh God..."

"hey...good morning. are you okay? Here, drink some water" I passed him the water but he wouldn't take it.

"I...We shouldn't....Oh God..." he's kind of mumbling, his face a little blue as if regretting something.

"are you okay?" I got close to him, as close and I touched him in the shoulder a little bit. and then he said,

"I....I'm married."

I couldn't tell if the sound I heard the next moment was the sound of glass breaking as I dropped the glass of water to the floor or was it the sound of my own heart breaking. I was at lost for words. as tears ran through my cheek the whole day, I couldn't tell when did he leave. I haven't cried this much since my father passed away. I couldn't tell him how I felt about him, as I understood that I had no right to do so. I tried to slowly fathom the fact that he would never be mine and he had gone forever, and there was nothing I could do to win his love and make him come back to me. At this point I thought about death. I was at the state of severely depressed yet my mind is still filled with the existence of the man with the name of Matsuda Toshihiro.

and that was when I got up from the floor and went to my desk in the other room. I opened up the bottom drawer of the desk, and took it out. I put it on my desk. sat down, still in tears. I knew, deeply I knew that what I was doing was wrong. But I was madly in love. Madly in love that it hurted so much.I was mad. I was out of my mind. I loved him so much that I wanted to have him all for myself. He must belong to me.

I opened a blank page of the dark, black, notebook. and took a pen.

-First rule of The Death Note : The human whose name is written in this note shall die.

and I wrote, in alphabets.

Matsuda Toshihiro

-Third rule of The Death Note : If the cause of death is written within the next 40 seconds of writing the person's name, it will happen.

Died a natural death on a bed in the city of love, Paris

- Fifth rule of The Death Note : After writing the cause of death, details of the death should be written in the next 6 minutes and 40 seconds.

Matsuda Toshihiro, died a natural death on a bed in the city of love, Paris at the age of 90 years old after living a happy life with partner Jeanne Laforet aged 85 who died on the same day and the same time. Matsuda Toshihiro would return to Jeanne Laforet before he board the train to Belgium and confessed his love to her. The both of them would get married after 6 months of dating each other.They loved each other their whole life and worked at the bakery together, living a simple life and blessed with two children, one who would inherit the Death Note from Jeanne Laforet and clean the world as Kira when he/she reached the age of 17.

".....is this alright...? Pierro...? am I allowed to...do this...?" tears were still running down my cheek as the Grim Reaper smiled softly, eating his oranges.

"the note is yours.YOU ARE KIRA. YOU ARE GOD. you are free to do anything you want .hahahahahaha !"

....that's...right.

I am Kira.

to be continued

[anthonysouji-blog]

[Death Note - The City of Love part 1]

2017

it has been a year since the last outbreak of genocide by Kira, and approximate 11 years since the first time Kira appeared in the world.His ideology was to clean the world from crime by murdering criminals, bestowing equal judgement to all those law aren't able to eradicate.

Paris, France

and I, although I do not agree with his doings for I conciously believe that killing somebody puts you in the same place as a criminal as well; somewhere inside me, and just very some of my busy life time I have thought that Kira is doing the right thing. It seems that people are living in fear of commiting any crime anymore, afraid that their actions are all being observed by a higher power and that power will send upon judgement to them at any moment, in the form of death. crime rates have been declining all over the world, or so says an online news article I read on Facebook one day during my lunch time.

the sole question that plays in my mind, and perhaps everyone alive who are aware or at least believes in the existence of the entity known as Kira, or some even worship him as God, is that how does he do it ? is it by perhaps some kind of very elaborate murder techniques or skills? a lot of people believe it is by some form of dark magic or sorcery, and to me that is just impossible.

considering the ability to perform massive murder in multiple locations in the world at almost the same time, it is believed that Kira is not a single person but a group of assassins/terrorists based in many parts of the world. Just as the likes of ISIS or any other terrorist groups that are at large even today.

being me, Jeanne Laforet; a 28 years old single lady running a small bakery shop in the city of love, the Kira incident should not bother me as much as it should be. All my life I have been living a simple life, graduating college at 22 and the tough employment situation in this city almost kind of forced me to work at my mother's bakery while looking for a decent job befitting my accountancy degree but ever since than I am stuck here baking breads and cakes for almost 6 years already. I don't hate it, though honestly I don't mind having a better life than I have now. I mean, everyone would want to have a better life than what they have. it is in the human nature to yearn for more in their life, especially when you are in the younger side. When you see all your friends are happy with their life being better than you, you can't help but to wish you had the same life as they do. It's normal. I have few friends that I'm close to and we still hang out sometimes for weekend night drinks and such.

The chance that made me so engrossed by the Kira incident is that one day by whim I came upon a weird website. I came across it by accident, when I mistakenly typed "dbey.com" when I tried typing "ebay.com". the background was black and the only word that is written on the screen was;

"YOU HAVE BEEN CHOSEN > BY GOD > KIRA IS GOD > CONNECT YOUR INTERNET THROUGH T.O.R AND RETURN"

at first it seems like one of those pop under advertisement that appears all the time but the word KIRA IS GOD made me stop from closing the website. strangely, I felt attracted to the words YOU HAVE BEEN CHOSEN > BY GOD. It just seems like an awful stupid fisching website that scams people into providing bank account number et cetera and in the end stealing money from you. But I do not know why, I was deeply fascinated.

not knowing what is T.O.R, I googled it and found out it stands for The Onion Router. It seems that by installing the TOR software and connecting to the internet with the software running will hide your I.P address information from being tracked. Or that's how it seems. I have very little knowledge of technology stuffs other than using my small laptop to browse the internet and my iPhone that I bought just the other day (and I'm still trying to figure out how to download music to my iPhone). By miracle, I managed to install T.O.R and run it on my laptop, and then I opened the website again.

dbey.com.

a black screen appeared. with some words written in very small letters in English.

YOU HAVE BEEN CHOSEN > BY GOD > KIRA IS GOD > JEANNE LAFORET > YOU WILL BE THE NEW KIRA >

to be continued