A/N: This story is set in an alternate timeline. The Kira case was ended in 2001, and the date is now 2011.
Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note.
Warning: Previous relationship between L and Light; Somewhat disturbing content in latter chapters.
I was beautiful. Everyone knew it, and everyone made me know it. My appearance would make even models jealous, and my smile could even break the hearts of criminals. But that was simply my outside appearance. Inside, I knew, there was something hideous and twisted. Inside me I had a monster.
I could always feel it inside me, it grew and twisted with every horrible thought I had. It smiled at my pain, and laughed at others. It was vicious, and it grew larger every day.
One day I decided to talk to someone about it. My father called a famous psychologist, and soon we had an appointment scheduled. It was on the third of May when I was brought in.
The psychologist asked many questions, and I took many tests. All in all, they concluded, I was a perfectly normal girl. They didn't believe me when I told them I had a monster inside me. All they told me was that I was insecure about myself. But I knew they were wrong. I was not insecure in the least. I didn't know why they couldn't understand, couldn't see the horrific demon that was growing stronger, that was laughing at them from inside me.
It was in my last year of high school I finally met the monster. January the twenty-eighth, to be precise. It was on that day that he spoke to me.
"Hello."I had immediately frozen, and I could hear the monster chuckle, laughing at my anxiety. "Don't be alarmed, dear Katherine. I have no desire to hurt you." He purred. I looked around, as I was in the middle of AP Statistics, but no one appeared to have heard the monster. I drew a conclusion quickly- the monster was inside, me, therefore his words were inside me and no one else could hear them. "You're correct, Katherine. I'm glad I was born inside someone who is pretty smart." I could feel him smiling at me, and I shivered. The smile was not full of warmth, it was full of malice and cruelty and unfiltered evil. The monster truly was awake inside me know, awake and thinking separate to me. Please, Katherine. Don't call me a monster. I am not one in any way, shape, or form. Please, call me Kira. And I am delighted to finally speak to my host.