My Life's My Own

[felixfalora]

I thought it would turn out bad... That once I told them about the broken camera, they would just kick me out and leave me alone in the cold empty streets... I wasn't expecting this, Shinichi thought as he sat in the allyway, his head buried in his knees. Red drops dripped from Shinichi's face to the ground, mixing with tears that poured from his eyes. Why?... Tell me why? Why am I being punished like this, Lord Kira? Is this a test? If it is, I will pass it... I will pass it somehow... I will not let myself become plagued with vengeance and become a criminal. I will survive and I will follow you. I swear it.

"You told me you'd take care of it, you dirty liar!" the woman yelled at him.

"Please! I didn't mean to... I was assaulted... It wasn't my fau...!"

"Shut up! Shut the fuck up! I knew taking a f*g like you in would cause nothing but trouble. And I chose to trust you anyway!" the woman growled. Shinichi's heart seemed to be splitting in two, but it suddenly jumped in horror as the woman pulled out a knife. "Now you're going to pay for that camera in blood."

"... No... No Mistress Natsume! PLEASE! NO!" He immediately tried to dash out the room, but she grabbed him by the hand and pulled him to her, slashing his face open. It was a cut, but it would bleed for a good while. In instinct, he retaliated and punched her back, causing her to stumble and fall over her desk. He took that opportunity to dash out the door and away from the orphanage as fast as he could.

All of this over a camera, Shinichi thought. He lifted his face from his knees. The cut was jagged and still fresh. Blood was seeping from it and it was moving in a streak down his face to drip to the ground and join the other drops of blood that had fallen. "... Oh Lord Kira... If you can hear me, please... Please let me find you so I can serve you. If you are there, please send me a sign so I may find the hope that I have lost. Please Lord Kira... Help me so I can help you... I want to pave this world into a better one alongside you and remove the people that would hurt others from it... Please Lord Kira... Please let me find you," Shinichi begged softly as he reburied his face back in his knees.

[Prosecutor Mikami Teru]

It was becoming second nature for Mikami to glance down alleyways.

Today hadn't been so very terrible - his shoulder still throbbed, but the persistant badgering on the part of his co-workers was finally beginning to calm. In fact, he had been sent out today for a business lunch...one which had just ended, right on schedule.

Casually, he was strolling down the sidewalk, dressed in his usual neat suit, carrying his still-dented briefcase. He didn't look as if he was in a good mood...but then, he never really did, dark eyes severe as always as they peered at the world through black-rimmed glasses.

It was through these glasses that Mikami looked down an alleyway, right in time to hear a desperate prayer and see a figure huddled and bleeding. This would have been enough to get the Prosecutor to stop...obviously this person had been a victim of some sort of violence.

Then he heard who the man was praying to.

Carefully, Mikami turned down the alleyway, standing over the injured figure. When he spoke, it was a familiar voice...one who often spoke with the utmost conviction at Kira rallies.

"...God works in mysterious ways...." Wild raven hair fell around his shoulders as he dropped to one knee, leaning a little on his briefcase. "...Are you all right?"

[felixfalora]

Shinichi heard footsteps coming down the allyway through his sobbing. His face lifted up a little as he strained to hear it. Who is that? Who's coming for me... I don't even care anymore. Let it be the police. Let it be a murderer, a thug, a rapist. If I cannot find God... If I cannot find Kira... then life has no meaning. I'm just a lost sheep who can't find his way home. I'll never be useful to Lord Kira or anyone else. With that, his head fell back down. But no violence came upon him. A voice spoke, one that he had heard before. An angel's voice, one who spoke of God's wonders and the world he was creating, a world where all could live and peace and harmony.

It... It cannot be... Shinichi's face raised, wound and all, to face the black-rimmed glasses and serious, yet kind sight of the leader of many a Kira rally. "T-T-Teru-sama," he stuttered softly, shocked to see the face of hope in all Kira worshippers in front of him. When asked if he was ok, Shinichi's eyes fell. "I was evicted onto the streets from my orphanage... For an accident that happened... I'll be OK..." Somehow... But they raised up again and looked back into the other man's eyes. "But... But you're the famous Mikami Teru, the leader of the Kira rallies, the prosecutor that works to uphold justice in Kira's honor... Out of... curiosity... What would a man as great as you want to do with someone like me?"