Katsumi walked into the Tokyo International Airport to board onto a plane heading to London and taking a local bus for twenty minutes to get to Westchester. From there, she was going to have to take a rental vehicle and drive an additional forty minutes to reach the most secluded area in all of England. In that secluded area lies the ultimate prize in her eyes. Katsumi grinned and brushed away a strand of chestnut colored hair out of her eyes. She proceeded to the flight check in counter.

Compared to three years ago, Katsumi’s descending hairstyle had become extremely unruly and untamable that no amount of hair gel could ever fix. It was a losing battle not worth fighting over. Her dark chocolate colored eyes were so deep that her eyes always had a particular glint in them. Her skin was very fair, a shade of ivory that unblemished and was perfect in every visible aspect. This German-born beauty is not as innocent as she portrays to the world. She is the exact opposite. Katsumi Keiko is extremely sadistic and calculating.

Kitsune used to go to the same college with Katsumi Keiko under a fictitious name. One of my sisters, Kitsune, had invented a very fitting nickname for Katsumi while she was attending college. The nickname that suited Katsumi Keiko was “Bitchy Mcbitch Bitch”. My more censored, user friendly nickname for Katsumi Keiko is “Richy Mcrich Rich”.

Katsumi began to hand over her reservation papers to the unsuspecting female clerk.

“ID please.” The clerk requested. Katsumi took a moment to search though her entire bag until she found her wallet trapped in the bottom. During this time, the clerk brought up the reservation number on the paper to make sure that it was not a fake. After this, she held out her arm to take the identification card from Katsumi. She carefully examined the major details on the card. The clerk handed the ID back to Katsumi and proceeded to take Katsumi’s luggage.

“You are three kilos over the limit. It’s gonna cost you extra.” The clerk announced.

“How much extra?” Katsumi inquired.

“33 USD” The clerk told Katsumi.

Katsumi fumbled around in her pocket and grabbed a handful of dollar bills. She counted out the proper amount and handed it to the dull clerk. The clerk beckoned her to leave. Katsumi walked around for a few minutes before she had reached airport security.

“Ticket.” The security officer mumbled. Katsumi handed the weary officer her airplane ticket. “Do you have an ID?”

Katsumi pulled the card out of her pocket for the second time in this hour and frowned slightly when she noticed that the officer wasn’t even paying attention to what he was doing.

“Please head to one of the security officials over there and if you have any electronics on your possession please place them in one of the crates over there.” The guard yawned.

Katsumi went to the line on the left side and placed her duffel bag in one crate and her cell phone, Ipod, and personal laptop in another. Her belongings went through the conveyer belt while Katsumi waited to be scanned by an official. She grabbed her bag and let the female scan her. In the end, the airport security concluded that the wire in her bra set off the detector and let her go on her way.

Katsumi did not have to walk far to get to the right gate. She sat down in one of the vacant seats near the boarding area and set down her duffel bag. She glanced at the clock on the wall and looked at the time that her airplane was scheduled to arrive. She still had twenty minutes to wait and she decided to think about how she was going to handle her future situation. Her plan was flawed, but she was overly confident in her abilities. She held no doubt in her mind that she was going to win; after all, who was going to stop her? Euphoric endorphins released in her mind and she could not help but to smirk at herself.

“Flight #1482 now boarding. Passengers who seat is in rows one through five please board the plane at this time.” the intercom announced.

Katsumi got up and walked a few steps and handed the flight attendant her ID, passport, and ticket. The attendant motioned her to move on after she handed her back the identification items.

Katsumi walked down the corridor and sat down in the first row on the right side. Of course, if Katsumi had to travel then she would make sure she got the most luxurious way as possible. There was no way that she was going to settle for second-class seating. Katsumi placed the duffel bag in the storage compartment above her head after she grabbed the clothes that were in it. She decided to change while everybody was boarding and making their way to the right seat. She walked to the bathroom on the other side of the plane and changed into her tourist clothes which included a t-shirt imprinted with the British flag that does not cover her shoulder but rests on her collar bone instead. She pulled off her grey school skirt and black spandex tights and put on a pair of light blue jeans. Katsumi grabbed the bundle of school clothes and left the airplane bathroom.

Katsumi walked down the aisle, taking care not to bump into passengers and sat down in her seat after she shoved the worn clothes into the duffel bag. She buckled the seat belt and rested her head against the headrest. She heard the automated video play and she tuned it out by listening to her Ipod. Her mind did not focus on the music; instead her mind was drawn to the idea of a perfect world ruled by Kira.

Yes, I cannot be stopped. No one will interfere or they will die where they stand. I wonder how they will react. Patience! I will have my revenge soon enough.

Katsumi drifted off into a peaceful slumber.