Kira? Or Shakira?

Life Is Boring

Empty

That was the only emotion I felt, and even then it was hardly there. A mere lingering thought- no.. a concept that floated around my head. The bright light from the computer screen was etched into my memory, as I spent countless hours looking in the same place. The words that appeared changed, but nothing else did. Thousands of letters which hardly made sense now, each leading to various dead ends. I idly turned to look at my wrist, and the shiny metal handcuff that adorned it. Well, I supposed 'adorned' wouldn't quite be a proper word, seeing as the wrist was red from chaffing, and it was hardly pleasant to look at.

Beside me, was a man, his figure reminding me of that movie I had seen once prior; The Hunchback of Notredame.  He almost resembled a emo punk rocker, with the heavy bags under his eyes that mimicked a goth's preferred style of makeup. Not to mention the pale, ghost-like skin. The man, known as L, was far from being some heavy metal fan. No, his appearance was just an example of what lack of sleep could do to the physical body.

The two of us were sorting through lists of deaths caused by the infamous killer; Kira. Sifting through the files in a desperate attempt at finding a clue, a lead, anything. But it was to no avail. I knew nothing would be found, for in all actuality, it was me who was committing these crimes. In my own opinion, the mass amount of 'killings' were hardly a crime. Righteous judgement was more suitable, as it was simply a more efficient form of justice.

Annoyance, another hollow emotion that was just barely present. Annoyance of being caught so early on, annoyance at the lack of freedom, and most of all; annoyance at the lack of excitement. Some days weren't so bad, the days when L caught on to what I was doing, getting just another step closer to convicting me. But as time went on, it seemed like those days were diminishing in numbers.

Hours passed, with no real work actually being done. In a perfect world, I wouldn't be sitting here, looking in vain for evidence of a murderer whom should not be caught. Looking in vain for myself... Was there a way to make this all go away? I cast yet another glance over towards the detective beside me, my mind travelling to matters of a different kind.

How easy it would be, to just forget about all of this. Allow this heinous 'Kira' investigation to slip away. In fact it seemed like the optimal idea, seeing as it would certainly change the pace of things. But then what would I do without it?

Write a book? No, that would be a simple waste of time, as the contents would likely be to complex for many people to grasp.

Become an artist? Probably not, as it would take years of practice before it would even be possible to be acknowledged for any skill. Besides, the internet was already filled with various forms of art, so it would be useless to add more that would simply be lost in piles of rubbish.

Start a restaurant? As amazing as I may be at cooking, I had no real want to forge a path in this particular industry. With all the respectable dinners being shut down and replaced with fast food joints. The food industry was a joke.

Become a pop-star? As if I could-

Wait-

There is no problem with that idea. I had been praised on my singing abilities before, so I knew they existed,  and traveling the globe on world tours-

Yes. I could become a pop-star.

I could become Shakira.

I would become Shakira