Raven turned her head one way and then the other, examining her reflection. Her pitch black hair had been shortened by two inches. Splashes of electric blue and electric purple colored it. They weren't streaks from roots to tip of the strands, just splashes, a nice contrast to her pale blue eyes. Nodding her satisfaction, she smiled at her hair stylist.

"Wonderful," she told her.

She went to the cash register and paid with her debit card. She walked outside, holding her rollerblades in one hand. She'd taken them off when she entered and put on a set of slip on elastic shoes that had been in her single-strap backpack. Her Volkswagen was in a different part of the Boardwalk, too much of a hassle to walk.

She sat on a bench and put her shoes in the backpack. After strapping the rollerblades on her feet, she unclipped the purple helmet clipped to the backpack and secured it on her head. She hadn't bothered to take off her fingerless black and violet skating gloves but she checked the Velcro straps on her wrists. Raven didn't wear elbow and shoulder pads and was currently in denim shorts and a white short-sleeve blouse, the front shirttails knotted over her waist. She pushed off the bench and started down the sidewalk.

This part of the Boardwalk was actually on the sidewalk next to the beach, instead of on the docks over water. Raven wasn't sure if she could claim she was on the Boardwalk but it was all part of the same area. She didn't quite get why there was a hair salon here.

She pumped her skates as she wove about on the wide walkway. There were no cars in this area, though some electric scooters. She had no trouble skating around the people. It always seemed to her the population in Miami tripled during summer break. Luckily, summer break had recently ended. This was also a weekday, school having ended for the day. There wasn't much traffic. She glanced around as she skated, wanting to stop somewhere for a snack. What would be a good snack?

"Here I thought you were taking your duties as Kira seriously," a voice snapped next to her.

Raven briefly glanced over. Moon had his wings half-spread and was keeping pace with her as she skated. She was taking it seriously, as he knew. She went back to looking ahead of her. There was no way she would talk to him in public.

She was keeping up her duties as Kira in addition to the new school year, just like Moon before his death, when he was still a human named Light Yagami. Raven couldn't write names in mass anymore, wasn't enough crime, but Jacob kept getting her names. He'd mentioned something about tapping into traffic cameras, but she knew from the names he sent her he had access to more than Miami's. Raven didn't know how.

Most resources were going to tracking the Centurions and their mysterious new Commander. Unfortunately, Centurions didn't walk around wearing a sign that said "I am a Centurion." That would be too simple. She hadn't forgotten about them despite taking time to get her hair cut and styled, not at all. There just wasn't anything she could do about them this moment. If there was she'd do it.

Five days ago, the Centurions planted a bomb at the first Kiranite shrine when Sayu Yagami planned to hold an audience and speak to students. Raven had happened to be looking at the shrine through the security cameras, which Japan's National Police Agency had tapped. She'd seen a man enter the shrine with a backpack and then have him leave minutes later without it. Her facial recognition had confirmed the man was a bomb-maker, Tamai Hoshi. Only minutes before she noticed him, a warrant for his arrest had been put out. Her warning had saved over a hundred middle and high schoolers that had been in the shrine. When Hoshi used a detonator to trigger a second switch and swallowed a poison pill, he had declared the Centurion's War against Kira. The civilians had been evacuated by then, but the bomb killed several police officers and bomb disposal personnel who were still there. She had given her own declaration of war in turn.

She heard her phone ring and slowed to a stop under a palm tree. Walking and texting was dangerous enough. No way was she going to skate and use her phone. Raven had her phone in an outside pocket of her backpack for easy access and she now twisted her arm, slid her fingers into the pocket and took it out. It was a text from Jacob.

"Something to talk about. You'll like. :)"

She raised an eyebrow at his text. Jacob disliked using word shortcuts. He also hated emoji's, even ones like the one he had used, with a colon and parenthesis instead of an actual picture of a smiley face. It was his way of saying there was something he wanted to talk about – privately, on the Dark Web. The snack could wait.

"At beach," Raven texted her reply. "Heading back."

She replaced the phone and resumed skating at a quicker pace. Moon gave her a quizzical look. Her stop when she reached her car went well and she unlocked it before sitting in the driver's seat. The first thing she did was start the car and get the air conditioner running. Then she set her helmet on the passenger seat and traded her rollerblades for the shoes. Moon ghosted in and sat hunched over in the back of the little Volkswagen beetle, a somewhat comical sight.

"What was that text?" Moon asked before she got the door closed.

Putting her backpack by the passenger seat, she closed her door and buckled the seatbelt. Then she replied.

"Jacob wants to talk, but using the Dark Web." Raven could only guess why.

She knew he was busy with classes, now going to a tech college for a cyber security degree. It struck her as ironic, in more ways than one. Raven shifted her car to drive, having backed into the parking space, and drove home. Moon remained shockingly quiet on the drive. Perhaps he'd learned not to distract her while she drove. She had almost gotten into a head-on collision once already.

She went home and unlocked the front door, entering and locking it behind her. Raven went straight to her room and powered on her computer. While it powered up she tossed the backpack onto her bed, dropping the rollerblades near the closet. Moon sat impatiently on the bed.

Once the computer was up, she logged into the Dark Web and opened the chat room. They would be speaking using their usernames, Splinter (Jacob) and Hazel (Raven). Jacob was already logged in, waiting for her.

Hazel: What is it?

Jacob's response was to send her a JPEG. She opened it. There were six more pictures and names under them, new targets for her. Each had a short summary for crimes.

Splinter: Checked out.

Hazel: This could wait.

Splinter: This could yeah. I didn't get the names.

Hazel: Who did?

Splinter: Some of your loyal Shinigami.

Raven just stared at her computer screen, brow furrowed. Moon had come to stand next to her, looking over her shoulder at the monitor.

"What?" Moon questioned.

Hazel: I'm going to need a little more than that.

There was a delayed time before his response. She guessed he was laughing.

Splinter: If I know you, you're interested in building a network. You've realized you can't do everything yourself. The world is a big place. It seems someone beat you to it. When you give a speech, you give a speech.

By "speech," she knew he meant her declaration of war.

Splinter: They've various hacktivists, some Anonymous, some not even on the Dark Web. They want to protect the world. Consider it the power of the crowd.

Raven leaned back in her seat. The humans were already organizing to create a global information network for her to draw on. She had been planning to do so. Light had been slayed in the end because he was alone. Raven wanted to create a sort of pyramid structure. She was at the top as Kira, though only her inner circle would know her identity. Most of the members would help her sort through cases. There was no realistic way she could lay judgements for the entire planet by herself. So she wanted her Shinigami, her informers, to fill in the gaps.

Hazel: I'm impressed. If you give a crowd too much power though, they tend to turn into a mob.

Splinter: Which is why you should get a hand on this.

"Oh boy," Raven exhaled. "Something else to do."

Her DEATH NOTE was hidden in its space under her bed. That was the easy part. This would be harder. It wasn't like she could just post on one of the Kira chat sites under the name KIRA and started giving orders. Likely, they'd think she was just pretending to be KIRA. She still had Mei Akiyama in Japan, who had taken up the position of spokesperson, but what could she put in a television announcement that would help bring everyone in line?

Raven had been planning a few things, but had nothing set yet. Things were moving quicker then she had anticipated. All the more reason to get involved now, before things spiraled out of control. A mob who thought it was their divine right to kill those they saw as evil could not end well.

Perhaps she could use Sayu Yagami, Light's little sister. She had become the High Priestess of the new Kira religion. Raven wondered if she could do something herself. Barely a week ago, she stood on the steps of one of Miami's courthouses, declaring she had killed Peter Griffin in self-defense and if she was lying then Kira should stop her heart. Those around her stepped back as if expecting she'd be hit with a lightning bolt. Raven had slit Peter's throat because he had a second DEATH NOTE and was threatening to tell L she was Kira if she didn't sleep with him. However, the fact she had a DEATH NOTE meant she couldn't be killed via one.

After long seconds she bowed suddenly. The movement had thrown off the aim of the sniper who had been about to shoot her, so the bullet had only grazed the side of her head. Having missed, the sniper fled, not that he had gotten far. Moon had used a page of another DEATH NOTE to write down the name of a second shooter on the ground who had been aiming at her, extending her lifespan and killing the Shinigami the page had previously belonged to.

It was called a miracle of Kira. An enemy trying to kill Raven, who had just declared her innocence and challenged Kira to strike her down, had his heartbeat stopped moments before he could shoot her. The people had rallied that Kira had passed judgement on Raven's innocence and the court had agreed, dropping all charges against her. The sniper had not been part of her plan, but in the end it worked better then she thought it would. People would listen to Raven if she spoke out.

She didn't want to draw such attention to herself, but it was a possibility.

Hazel: I'll work on it.

After typing her reply, Raven waited for a response from Jacob. He apparently had nothing else to talk about because he logged out. She did the same.

She looked up at Moon. "Got any ideas how I should go about this?"

"No," Moon replied, voice a huff.

He still didn't approve of Raven's plan to create a network. The more people who knew about her identity as Kira the greater chance someone would reveal something and give her away. She couldn't disagree, but she was concerned about Near. He'd been quiet since Raven posted the location of his headquarters on the internet and it was trashed by a mob of Kiranites. His staff had been killed and he himself shot, but still escaped. Moon knew Near would show up again, but he feared Raven had already written him off. Light had killed L, but Near had defeated him. He was a threat.

However, Moon had to keep Raven alive. She was his best chance at finishing his dream of creating a New World.

He faintly heard a musical sound coming from downstairs. Raven paused, a little surprised.

"Doorbell," she muttered.

She logged out and closed the internet, walking downstairs. Raven knew her mom had a key and she hadn't ordered take-out yet, still deciding whether to do Chinese food or pizza. Curious, she looked through the peephole of the door. It was not the visitor she was expecting.

It was Kendell Hart, the private investigator hired by the Griffin family after she killed Peter. He was the one who had caught the sniper that tried to shoot Raven on the courthouse steps. Being a former scout-sniper of the Marine Corps, he had plenty of experience in that field. She hadn't seen him since the initial chaos of that day had been settled at the FBI precinct.

What did he want?

If you remember the last chapter Hart was in, Partners, he had agreed to work with Near to stop Kira. Near said Kira was Raven. Hart wasn't convinced of that and had decided to speak with Raven before moving forward.