Those of conviction (Mikami)

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For the past few days Mathew had been taking a break from his studies so that when it came time for his exams his mind would be fresh and ready for them. He knew the material, he had just wanted to make sure that he was mentally ready and able to handle a mind wracking exam. He didn't know for sure how he did of course since he didn't have the results, but he was confident that he did well. The answers had come to him with ease. His pencil had danced across the paper filling in the answers. Once the test was over his spirits seemed to soar. It was a major source of stress that was gone. They would have a bit of a break before he really had to worry about his studies again, as long as he didn't completely slack off.

In celebration he decided that he would go out and try and get some of his other work done, nothing that was official or used. It was more of a hobby he had developed in his high school years. His father was a programmer and Mathew had grown up with computers, it was only natural that he had an aptitude for them. In his spare time he liked to make viruses, nothing that he would send out. Well nothing big that he sent out. Now and then he would send out small worms or the like. Nothing that was news worthy, he didn't want to get caught. And his dad certainly didn't know he did it, but it was interesting. He was cool to see what he could do, though he had to make sure his dad didn't find it so it was hidden pretty well on his computer under levels of protection. There were even decoy things that were less hidden such as a stash of porn and his normal stuff. He would rather his dad found that then his viruses, after all he didn't want his laptop taken away.

His location of choice was a small cafe. It was quite and he wasn't the only one on his computer either which was nice. Plus the fact that it had a wireless network he could use was also nice. He was debating on sending out a small virus that he had made that would make any computer in infected go to a black screen with "Kira" in bold red letters. He was just fine turning it though since it wasn't ready to be sent out in to the world yet. He wanted to get it to crash the computer killing it. Just like how Kira judged the wicked he would do it online. The Virus would be implanted in to sites with child porn and the like. The kind of stuff that only the sickest minds could get off on. It was his own small way of punishing the wicked, even if he was not free from sin himself.

[Prosecutor Mikami Teru]

With an impatient little sigh, Mikami entered his usual cafe, scanning the area. He did NOT want to be bothered today - in fact, he was already rather harried. Work had been a living Hell for him...his coworkers had been at odds with him, and as a result, everything was running late.

Mikami HATED being late.

Barely holding his temper in check, the Prosecutor ordered his usual drink, giving the barista the evil eye. The man was visibly flustered, his ruffled black mane giving him the essence of a bristling wildcat.

Idiots. Morons, all of them. How dare they mock me like that - how DARE they so blithely disregard what I have to say? I know they disagree with my convictions...but for them to be so unprofessional makes me sick. Useless, unproductive sheep!

It wasn't long before the barista - relatively new at the job but warned about his particular regular - passed offer the coffee with shaking hands, nearly flinching away when Mikami handed over his payment. Satisfied to an extent, the dark man turned on his heel, taking his customary seat off to one side and placing his briefcase against the wall beside him. In an effort to calm, he pulled a green notepad from his case, flipping through it and reading it over.

It soothes me to know that you will judge the useless as well as the wicked, God. When that day comes, I'll hand-deliver a few idiots myself.

Mikami wasn't exactly violent...but vindictive was another story.

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Mathew only looked up for an instant when the man entered the cafe, the sound of the door opening drawing his gaze by reflex. After getting a glance of the man his curiosity was satisfied and his eyes would return back to his screen, his fingers flowing over the keyboard quickly as he imputed strain after strain of coding in to the program he was making.

By Mathew's computer there was also a cup of coffee, taken with a moderate amount of cream and a light amount of sugar so that the liquid was a light brown instead of a dark strong color. He wasn't a fan of black coffee, it was too bitter, and while he didn't have a big sweet tooth he liked his coffee a little bit toward the sweet side.

Moving his fingers from the keyboard and reaching over to his cup of coffee he would gently grab the handle before bringing the cup to his lips to drink the hot brew inside as his eyes moved over his new lines of code making sure that it was all correct. It would all look like garbled junk to someone that didn't know anything about coding but to a skilled enough programmer they would see that this was a very sophisticated virus, simple in it's purpose and execution but it would be very hard to detect and very fast moving. He wanted it to be able to wipe out a connected network in minutes. A small smile would appear on his lips over his cup as he looked at his creation.

If only we could see the look on peoples faces when we unleash this on them. Just need to pick a target, preferably a place with a lot of computers and where a lot of work will get lost. Make it count.

His project completed he would save his work before slowly closing the laptop as he turned to look out of the window, it was a clear day and the sun was shining. An absolutely gorgeous day.

[Prosecutor Mikami Teru]

...But what was a gorgeous day to one was an abomination to another, and Mikami was scorning the bright light that sent glares across his glasses. Still agitated, his eyes scanned his own writing, trying to take solace in the actions of his God.

'...When God saw the vermin crawling on the surface of the Earth, he was dismayed. What was once a lawful society formed by mankind had become a breeding ground for corruption and for crime. How had this happened? When did the World go so wrong?

It was then that God decided that some were no longer fit to live. There was no great flood - there was no earth-shattering cataclysm. It began simply, nearly imperceptible.

It began with a heart attack.'

Really, Mikami was pleased with his writing. He felt that his text would mean something to a lot of people some day...that his efforts would be rewarded, though he wanted no money and no glory from the populace.

The only opinion that really mattered was that of God.

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There was something about a nice calm sunny day that relaxes the mind and body. At least to Mathew. Sipping his coffee, watching the people walk by was peaceful. None of them knew him, and no one expected anything of him. He could even imagine where they were going and who they were. A mother with her child taking her son to get a birthday present. Two teenagers off on their first date. The world wasn't an ugly place sometimes if one took the time to think of it that way. It was better then thinking that the mother and son were on their way back home to see an abusive father. The the teenagers were looking for a dealer so that they could get high. It might be more realistic, but it was certainly nicer to think about the world the first way.

That is, until his little bubble was burst. It came in the form of an older woman walking along the sidewalk with her purse. It was spoiled by a man, probably in his 20's from what Mathew could tell from the brief glance he got at the guy. The man was running and as he did he would snatch the woman's purse from her.

Mathew didn't even think, he would stand up forgetting about his computer as he reached in to his pocket slamming money on the table for his drink. There was no time to count. Mathew was out the door, his aim was to tackle the criminal. Kira would take care of those who were caught or a menace to society, but it was up to every good person to stop crime when they saw it, and for all of his faults Mathew liked to think he was a good person.

His aim was simple, he would try and catch up to the man and hopefully tackle him or something to stop him from running. Then he would try and incapacitate him so he could return the purse and call the police. That was what he hoped to do at least.

[Prosecutor Mikami Teru]

When the man bolted by him, Mikami looked up in a hurry, eyes flicking out the window to see what the ruckus was about. Oh, what NOW!?

The frustration was dissolved for just a moment when he realized there was a crime taking place, and that Mathew had just burst from the coffee shop, sprinting after the apparent culprit. That was good of him, and Mikami hurriedly put his book away, taking up his briefcase and moving to the door to follow suit.

He hated the useless, and he would rather be filled with righteous anger than menial irritation any day.

Lucky for Mikami, he was an athletic guy, and he didn't take too long to get within shouting distance.

"STOP, THIEF! CRIMINAL PROSECUTOR - STOP IN THE NAME OF THE LAW!"

Sometimes this worked, sometimes this didn't - and if it didn't, Mikami could handle himself in a fight.

Part of him wanted to get into one right now. Running felt good, burning some of his fury, and taking down a crook would be even better.

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Mathew heard someone behind him yelling at the criminal but he didn't spare a glance back. He was gaining on the guy. He was closing the gap and the thief not expecting someone to be chasing him looked back as the man shouted at him, this caused him to trip over one of the other people in the crowd stumbling long enough for Mathew to grab ahold of him and slam him in to the wall of the nearest building.

Mathew's first would fly out nailing the guy across the face as his eyes blazed with conviction. This guy was going to go to jail if he had any say in it.

"Give it up, you're caught." He would say. He wasn't expecting the man to do anything now that he was caught. But the man would send his right knee up hard in to Mathew's groin causing Mathew to let go from the shock and pain and recoil from the blow. The man would drop the purse and run back the way he had come from hoping to lose Mathew by going the other way.

He was shoving his way through the crowd now and none too gently either. Pushing and punching anyone that got in his way, this would include the young lawyer, the man's fist would attempt to smash in to his face to make sure he got out of his way fast enough.

Mathew on the other hand once he recovered would grab the purse and try to make his way back in pursuit, or at least back to the lady who had her purse stolen. He wanted to make sure the thief was taken but if he could only do one he would right the crime by returning the purse, and of course go file the man's description down at the police office.

[Prosecutor Mikami Teru]

Mikami hurried after the two, gaining on the scene quickly - but before he knew it, the criminal was up and running back in his direction. Strong legs stamped into the ground hard, skidding a bit in his dressy shoes as he tried to stop and plant his feet to bar the man's progress.

"I SAID, STO-"

CRACK.

His shout was cut off in a hurry when a punch met him square in the face, shattering his glasses and knocking him back a few staggered paces. For a moment, his head lolled forward, dazed, briefcase hitting the ground with a thud as he put his face in his hands....

...But the moment was over quickly enough, those hands sliding away to reveal burning, intensely angry eyes. Mikami's hands shook as he looked down at them, blood from the cuts across his forehead and the bridge of his nose smeared across his fingers.

"All right...." His voice shook beneath his breath - it was meant for everyone and no one at all. "...If God is choosing to test me...I will not disappoint. I will prove my faith...I will...."

Dipping down to pick up his briefcase, the man broke into a full-tilt sprint, eyes wild as he persued the culprit. Not only was it a crime - now it was personal. When things were personal to Mikami, he would stop at nothing to do what must be done.

It didn't help that he had had a very, VERY bad day, and this would RUIN his schedule.

Now the Prosecutor was picking up speed, much of the crowd clearing his path as he charged forward, untamed raven hair like a lion's mane behind him. He was a very athletic man - he went to the gym every single day, and it showed. Between that, the blood on his face, and the unsettling, eager sort of look in his eyes....

He was a very intimidating person to have catching up to you.

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The man looked back in terror when he saw the man with the briefcase chasing after him and picking up speed. A terrifying look in his eyes as blood from the cuts dripped down his forehead. The man had no intention of getting caught by this guy and he was up to a full sprint as he tried to shove people backwards out of his way to slow the man down as he looked frantically for an escape route.

However, once again fate was against him as he stumbled in the crowded street falling forward and landing face first in to the pavement stunning him briefly. He would stumble trying to get up but it would be too late, at the pace that the man chasing him was going he would likely be able to catch him before he was able to get up and make a break for it again.

Mathew on the other hand was too far back now to be able to catch the guy, so he would do the next best thing. Clutching the purse that had been stolen Mathew would run back to the cafe where the woman was standing around waiting to see if he had caught the man since he had gone chasing after him. Sadly he had not but he was able to return the purse at least with a small apology for not being able to catch the man. The woman was just happy to have her purse back and told him not to worry about it however.

Sighing in disappointment at not being able to catch the guy Mathew would slowly make his way back to the cafe to recover his computer and maybe make his way back home again.

[Prosecutor Mikami Teru]

"GOD'S JUSTICE WILL BE WROUGHT!" Mikami's voice was a snarl - emphatic and with the shreds of authority still holding his words together. When the man fell, his lips twitched briefly, the hint of a smile twisting them as he overtook the thief.

...Then the man was on the ground beneath him, and the Prosecutor was leering downward, shoulders rising and falling with heavy breathing, sweat and blood running down his face. His right hand clenched around the handle of the briefcase, white-knuckled and shaking.

"...How dare you be so petty?" he growled, voice shaking with anger and the will to prove himself. "Filthy VERMIN! I will make certain that you are judged as much as I am able...but God will have much less mercy for you."

With one swift, strong movement, Mikami spun on his heel, swinging his briefcase full-circle for momentum before bringing it full-force towards the crook's head. If anyone was watching very closely...they would see a wild, toothy grin flicker across his face halfway through the spin before fading away again.

The glee brought by doing God's work.

"JUDGEMENT!"

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Everything seemed to happen in slow motion for the man as the briefcase went flying toward his head. His eyes would widen from shock before he felt it crash in to his skull sending his body flying to the side crashing in to a passerby and almost knocking him off balance. The world would seem to start fading between a black abyss and waking. He was passing out and with a small grown the man would slump to the ground his body going limp. He wasn't dead however, he was still breathing he was just knocked out.

Meanwhile back at the cafe Mathew was pleased to see that his computer was actually still there seemingly unmolested. It was a slight surprise to him but he wasn't going to question his good fortune. Though he did come here from time to time so it was possible one of the workers kept an eye on it for him. With a grin over his luck he would bend down to pick up his computers case from the ground next to the chair before unhooking his computer from the outlet and sliding it in to it's proper holding spot. He figured he might go home and play around with his Kira Virus a bit more and then debate on where he would let it out.

[Prosecutor Mikami Teru]

For a moment, Mikami caught himself relishing the whole thing - the loud THWACK of the briefcase against the man's head, the way his body skidded across the ground...but most of all, the way he would not get up until it was too late for him to escape justice.

God will judge him - he will be tried and deleted like the useless creature he is.

As much as he enjoyed the moment, he realized that he needed to regain his composure - he looked a sight right now, clutching a now-dented briefcase, blood and sweat running down his face and through mussed raven hair...as some men came up to ask him what had happened, he set to dabbing at his face with a handkerchief, his usual poker face returning. Bitterly, he regarded the fact that his glasses were broken beyond repair.

Good thing I don't actually need them. I'll have to dig out my spare pair when I get home.

It wasn't long before he was walking back into the coffee shop, still bleeding and looking rather irately at his watch.

"Dammit...at least the idiot will be dealt with...." His voice was a growl. Mikami was pissed off now, and his coffee was probably cold on top of everything else.

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The main thing that he had to worry about with his Kira virus was where to put it. Kira judged the wicked and it would only be fitting for the Kira virus to do the same. He couldn't exactly make a virus that could find who has committed a crime though. At least not the kind that Kira judged. Murderers, rapists, mobsters, not unless it was already public on the internet that is. No what he could do is put it on sites where people pirated music, movies, child pornography. He could try and put it on sites where people were trying to find Kira to turn him in. Maybe he could hack in to the police network and let it loose there. Well probably not that, it would be risky and he certainly didn't want to get caught.

He wasn't really sure yet, but he would figure something out by the time he got home, then all it would take is a few tweaks and a bit of hacking and he would be able to judge those that sinned on the internet. It wasn't quite the same as what Kira was doing himself, but he thought it was helping the cause in his own small way. It was still a punishment to the wicked, just not as severe as Kira handed out.

With that thought giving him a reason to smile he would stand up to leave the cafe. It was then that he saw the other man that had attempted to stop him looking a bit bloody, out of concern for the man who had to have been hit by the thug or something to be bleeding like that, not to mention the broken glasses he would approach the man.

"You ok?" Mathew would say reaching over to the counter to grab some napkins holding them out for the man to take so he could clean the blood off of him, to a degree at least.

[Prosecutor Mikami Teru]

The glasses were no longer on Mikami's person - he looked a little strange without them. More off-kilter than he had before...and the blood wasn't helping. As Mathew approached him, dark brown eyes only flamed in his direction....

Until he held out the napkins, demonstrating more than a passing concern. Mikami looked down at his blood-stained handkerchief with a sigh, tucking it away and taking the napkins. "...Thank you...I'm fine."

With another moment of silence, he sized up the young man - he recognized him, of course, but he hadn't gotten a good look before. "...You may be interested to know...I caught up with him. The police have him now."

By the looks of the large dent in his briefcase and the cuts in his forehead, the man had more than caught up with him - and now there he stood, looking dishevelled and furious as he dabbed at the crimson droplets running down his face.

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Mathew's face would break in to a small grin when he noticed the dent in the briefcase followed by the man saying that the man had been apprehended and was now in custody of the police. It was good to know that justice was going to be carried out, even if he hadn't been able to catch the man. He did take comfort in knowing that the woman did get her purse back because of him though, and if he hadn't caught up to him the first time the man would have gotten away. Maybe he could say he got points for the assist?

"Good, I hope they don't just let him out on to the streets again, stealing, assault, he needs to be locked up before the crimes escalate."

He didn't care what the reason was for the man stealing was, sure it was just a purse now. But how long would it be until he got a gun and robbed a store? Would the clerk be shot? Would the man grow so desperate to try and rob a bank? Crime had a habit of escalating if not stamped out at once. Really they had done him a favor by stopping him, now there was a chance, however slim it may be that the man would stop. And if he stopped now then he would leave the path that would lead eventually to judgment.

The irony of this thought process wasn't lost on Mathew though, he was confident that he could keep his own urges under control. He wouldn't have to worry about going down that path. He had the willpower to just keep it at the level where it is at, where no one is getting hurt.