A/N: Sorry for the delay! I've been busy :o I'll also be busy for the next few days so idk how regular my updates will be. I'll try to update tomorrow but I may be seeing my crush after college and my parents are dragging me out to some university thing - which I'll try to get out of since I'm not interested in going to uni. I'll definitely be updating on Friday, Saturday and maybe Sunday. 

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22nd March 2011

When Hajime leaves for work I let out a sigh of relief. The girl he brought home last night left early this morning. I hope her walk of shame was very shameful.

No. I shouldn't think ill of people. Kira says it's bad. You should be nice to everyone. Everyone is allowed happiness, so wanting to destroy another's is evil. Kira won't accept anyone who is evil.

I take a shower and glance at my reflection in the mirror. My hazel eyes seem greener today, it must be the light. I run my hands through my curly dark brown hair, begging it to just obey me for once.

I let out a sigh before stripping naked and hopping into the shower. I switch the shower on and squeal when the cold water hits me. The water eventually turns warm and I let it caress my skin.

I wash my hair before pouring a handful of condition onto my hands and running it through the ends of my hair. My hair is impossible to manage without it.

I lean against the cold tile as the water runs down my body.

Would I actually be able to escape Hajime? It's very unlikely that Kira will choose me, since there are tons and tons of better women out there. What would I do then? I'll be stuck with Hajime.

I leave the shower and wrap my towel around my body. I grab another and wrap it around my head. I wipe away at the condensation that has collected on the mirror and frown at the bruise forming on my cheek from where Hajime hit me yesterday. He hasn't hit me in ages. Is he just going to get worse?

My face is so small. I press my hands to my cheeks and frown. I then poke at my hair and tug at my fringe. Everything about me is ugly.

I really am worthless.

I brush my thoughts aside as I put deodorant on before slipping on my usual clothes consisting of a light blue pair of jeans and a plain black t-shirt.

***

I open my laptop up and switch it on. I immediately check my E-Mails when it boots up. Sitting there in my inbox is a new unread E-Mail. I don't recognise the sender but the subject title is 'Kira Survey'.

Hello Kurosawa-san,

We are pleased to inform you that Kira is interested in meeting you. However, before this you'll have to meet with his secretary. Please E-Mail us with dates for when you're available and we'll organise a meeting.

Thank you,

Hiro Tachibana.

What? I stare at the screen blankly.

I click reply.

Dear Tachibana-san,

I'm free whenever, but weekdays are preferred.

Chiharu Kurosawa.

I send the email and try not to burst with excitement. I place the laptop down on the table and head to the kitchen to make breakfast.

***

I sit back in front of my laptop with my breakfast and refresh my E-Mails. A new one pops up in my inbox and I open it straight away.

Hello Kurosawa-san,

How does tomorrow at 12PM sound? If you let us know your address we'll arrange a car to pick you up, provided you live in or near Tokyo. If not, we can arrange some other form of transport. No payment will be necessary.

Thank you,

Hiro Tachibana.

I quickly reply and finish eating my breakfast.

Thank God Hajime is working tomorrow. There's no way he'll let me leave the house, especially not when he hears where I'm headed.

I'm so excited to meet someone who works for Kira. I'm so grateful for Kira, he killed the criminal that murdered my parents. Because of Kira, no one else has had to lose loved ones due to people committing crimes. The crime rate has dropped so much all over the world.

Kira isn't perfect, a lot of people didn't like that he practically ordered everyone to learn Japanese, and eventually everyone learnt the language. I guess it was to make killing criminals easier for him since he probably can't speak every language that exists.

***

I place Hajime's dinner down on the table. He should be home soon. Unless he's going out.

Whenever he does that I just leave his dinner there to go cold. I do it with the hopes that he feels guilty.

I eat alone as usual, periodically checking the time between each mouthfuls. I hate this time of the day, it's just the worry of when he'll get home. I don't know what mood he'll be in. That's if he even comes home. Sometimes he stays out all night drinking, then brings a strange girl home. Each time it breaks my heart as I hear him insult me the whole time.

I wash the dishes in silence, listening out for the door. I flinch at every little sound, whether it's the neighbours being noisy or an ambulance speeding past with their sirens blaring.

I hate this. I hate feeling so paranoid and vulnerable.

I put everything away and lean against the counter. I stare at the untouched plate of food.

I've never noticed it before, but I feel so lonely. Hajime is rarely home, and when he is he's walking over me like I'm some doormat. Like I'm not a person with feelings.

I wipe away the tears that fall down my cheek and leave the kitchen. I head to the bedroom and climb into bed. I bury my face into the covers.

23rd March 2011

When I wake up the following morning, I enter the kitchen to find the plate untouched. I frown at the wasted food and effort. So Hajime never came home.

I grab the plate and unwillingly threw the food away. I wash the plate up before returning it to the cupboard.

Today's the day. I'll be meeting with Kira's secretary. I'm excited and nervous at the same time.

I get ready as quickly as possible, and as promised I find a taxi outside my house ready to take me to Kira's office building.

The building is large and the interior is nice. Very nice. There are potted plants in the corner of the reception, with a leather sofa across the far wall opposite the main desk. Behind the desk is a young woman, not much older than me, with short black hair and cold grey eyes. She doesn't look friendly.

I approach her cautiously as she watches me like a hawk. She's probably used to fangirls – and fanboys – entering the building and trying to steal stuff or sneak in and see Kira.

"Uh... Hello, I'm here to see Hiro Tachibana?" I say awkwardly, not really knowing what I should do. I haven't had any human interaction, other than Hajime, in four years.

The woman sneers at me before typing something into her computer. She then turns back to me. "He'll be here shortly, you're Chiharu Kurosawa, right?" She eyes me up and down and takes in my appearance. I picked the nicest clothes I could, they're a little outdated since I haven't been clothes shopping in a few years. I nod quickly in reply. "Well I'll have to see ID."

I fumble around in my bag and pull out the ID card everyone was issued with after Kira won and was accepted over the world. I pass the card to her and she looks at it before scanning it. The computer beeps and she hands it back.

"Take a seat, he'll be down here shortly." She turns back to her computer and I sit down on the sofa. I look around at the blank, clean walls as I wait patiently.

A/N: I have 500 followers :O 

This was going to be much longer, but I had to cut it short so I could update tonight D: it's so late in England and I'm tired. 

I'll try my best to update tomorrow, but I most likely won't. Sorry :( I can't wait for my week off so I can go back to updating every day XD 

Today's question: Favourite song? 

My favourite song is Back to December by Taylor Swift, I've liked it for years. I have more favourites but I'd be here all day XD 

- Alice