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“Well, Near, looks like I win.”
Light Yagami had been holding in his laughter for as long as I’ve been here, perched on the roof.
I knew the notebook his little puppet wrote in was fake. Near looked too confident, so I knew he had some trick up his sleeve.
It pissed me off, though. Why should Kira die? Crime has decreased by 70% all over the globe, and now this thirteen year old brat wants to stop that? What about all the riots Kira’s death will cause?
No, his death would be a secret. How ridiculous. The people deserved to know.
“40!”
Mikami stared at his watch, a crazed look in his eyes.
As suspected, nothing happened. Everybody stood there, frozen in fear. It was funny watching them cower like a bomb was about to hit the warehouse.
“We’re still alive..!” Matsuda stammered. “It’s been over a minute and we haven’t died.”
Well no shit.
“Didn’t I already tell you all that no one was going to die?” Near seemed almost annoyed, like that fact was blatantly obvious. That little bastard. He was gonna get it.
“HOLD IT!”
All of them stared up at me. Judging by the surprised expression on everybody’s face, nobody knew I was there. Which was interesting, because I had been there ever since they got here with a big ass M24 aimed right at them. Idiots.
Ugh, I wish the spirit of L would rise up and beat the absolute living shit out of Near. That dumb look on his face needed to be wiped off now.
Light’s expression was hard to read. It was a mix of what seemed like fear and relief at the same time. Kira was afraid. Interesting.
“Who are you?!” Matsuda yelled at me.
I scoffed. “Moron. I’m nobody. I’m here to kill you guys like the other Kira supporters should do, but they’re too dumb to even help him, so now I’m here.”
The corner of Light’s mouth twitched, like he was holding back another laugh. You’re welcome, dumbass. Who in their right mind would declare victory when the fight isn’t even over.
Everybody else gasped. Did they really think that nobody would follow them? Near really needed a reality check if he didn’t think anybody had hacked into their system and saw all their arrangements. Or at least heard the calls between “L” and him.
Enough monologuing. Let’s get down to business, baby.
I shot em’ all, save Light and Mikami.
Near I shot last. The look of horror on his face was so worth it. So much better than that idiotic cartoonish smile he always wore.
His white shirt stained with his own blood as he lay in a pool of it. Before I even knew it, I was laughing hysterically. He deserved it. Oh, I hated him so much, it was insane. He wasn’t L, and he will never get to live up to even a fraction of what he was. Such an idiot.
“Who are you..?” Light asked, not really in a demeaning or angry way, just curious.
“Eh. Just someone who wanted to kill a little bitch.”