Prologue: November 5 - 2004

I close my eyes, pull the covers up to my face and involuntarily smile. It's night.
The stars shine brightly and the moon, more imposing than ever, shines over my head. I'm looking forward to this night, oh no what am I saying?
I look forward to every night, of course, because after all, I dream of you every time. Only from you...

It's strange that I can't dream otherwise: for over 15 years now, I've only been able to dream of you, although ... we have never met ...
It's strange, yeah ... but what the heck? There is nothing wrong with it. I dream of you.

Feel what you feel.
Think what you think
And believe what you believe in.

It always has been and always will be. Since the day I first saw you in my dreams. You and your fate ... which was so sad and heartbreaking that when I was a child, tears welled up in my eyes every time I saw you.
It has been a long time since I wondered where I got this gift from. Can I even call it a gift? I mean: After all, I don't help anyone with this ...
I only dream ...
It's a gift, yes. But it is of no use to anyone and it does no harm either: That's why I thought to myself: Let it be. Why should you tell someone What would he get out of it? Nothing.
So I got on with my life. Always came into my room in the evening with a big honey cake smile, got me ready for bed and ready to see your face ...

I saw it.
And a smile was conjured up on my sleeping face. Your eyes, as they stared spellbound at the monitor. All these people around you that I didn't know Policemen probably. The investigators who supported you in the Kira case.
But I didn't care, because my attention was only on you.
You alone.I can feel your calm breath, your warm hands, how they wrapped around your knees. I see your intense gaze and realize that horror was reflected in the eyes of your comrades. Something had to shock them, they all looked at the monitor in front of them.
But I didn't care either ...
I didn't need her, just ... you. My gaze wanders over your black hair, over your pale skin that I had come to love over the years. How much you have changed in the past 15 years ... a little boy had become a young man and every day I loved you more and more ...
You thought hard. I know I can see it in your look.
Full of dedication and passion for what you do ...
You are not afraid. You are a fighter You know what your job is. You know your destiny ...
The fear in the room is palpable. She crushes the rest, lets the darkness into their hearts.
You despair. I can feel their humility and fear.
There is a young man standing there. Tall, brown-haired. From the previous nights, I know you suspect him to be Kira ... maybe he really is.
I don't particularly care.
The young man looks good; has something mysterious about it. But I don't like his face. Maybe it's because you once thought it had "nice" features ...

A sudden pain ran through my chest. I slumped ...

Arashi Yoshino, the sleeping girl, suddenly grabbed her chest, gasped desperately and rolled restlessly on her bed. Her eyelids twitched spastically and she thrashed around wildly.

What is it? While I catch my breath, I see your body fall from your chair ... your eyes widen, the spoon derails from your otherwise safe hands ... what's going on?

She threw the covers from her body, opened her mouth to scream. The echo of her voice spread across the room, waking her sleeping aunt in the next room and causing her to enter the comfort of her niece.
Horror was reflected in her eyes when she saw that she rolled uncontrollably across the floor and lost herself in indefinable convulsions.

He holds you in his arms .... and his look, diabolical and expectant at the same time, makes my blood run cold. What's happening? I can't breathe anymore ... but that's not what triggers such incredible fears in me. I see you die ....!
The young man's hands wrap around you, seeming to pull you under their spell, but his eyes say the opposite. They hate you ... they know you are going to die ...No! Not! My eyes fill with hot tears ... what can I do? The man looks at you, you return his gaze with the belated realization that your guesses were correct from the start ... He wasKira...

It was over ...

"Arashi! Wake up! Come to you!" She slapped her palm firmly against her niece's face, so that the pale skin turned red. But Arashi didn't wake up. Hot tears ran down her cheeks, she whispered incomprehensible words and still thrashed around wildly.
"N ... a ...!", She moaned in pain. "No Please not..!"
Her aunt couldn't help but strike again. The helplessness was clearly visible in her eyes. What could she do to help her niece? "Arashi! Please, wake up!", She pleaded and couldn't hold her tears any longer.

The young student's breath slowly calmed ... and her eyelids opened a crack. When her aunt saw her awakening, she gasped in relief. "Oh, God! Finally!"

But the young girl didn't want to think about God at the moment. Her sweaty hair clung to her skin, her face ached, but the worst part had been the end of her dream, which was so much more cruel than any physical pain in the world. She stayed silent, which only frightened the person next to her. "What do you have, Arashi?"asked her aunt hesitantly.

Arashi saw him in her eyes, the tears would not dry up and the feeling of having lost something irretrievably overwhelmed her mind. She had lost him. She had seen him die. Let him die!
She still felt the giving way and how his soul had slowly left the physical shell.
The man's eyes, sparkling red and deadly. Those eyes that knew what was going to happen. Who influenced death and had stolen her loved one from her.

These eyes...

Arashi thought he couldn't hear her heart beating anymore ... was it still beating? She felt nothing ...
She was also inaccessible to her aunt's touch ... It was the same feeling when she had looked into his face the last time. The knowledge of him ... it stole her senses. Did it really happen? Was he really ...? Why?!

Cold .... emptiness .... death.
Was he so cruel ...? So ... finally? Was she still breathing ...? She didn't feel it ...
What should she do? For him?

"He's dead ..." she breathed incomprehensibly and the tears rolled silently onto the floor.
"What did you say ...?" She asked when she saw that Arashi's lips had moved. "What...?"
"He's dead ..." she whispered again. But this time too, the words were incomprehensible.

He's dead ...

[b][u]End of the prologue> November 5, 2004