Individia
It was a Thursday. At least, Naomi Misora thought it was a Thursday. With the constant schedule changes and stressful week though, she had quite forgotten. This was a new concept to her, since she had never before forgotten the day of the week.
Raye needs clothes on Thursday, Naomi thought. But then again, it could have easily been a Tuesday or a Friday. But she couldn't leave Raye, her fiancée, without clothes. He had been working late for his job recently and had needed her to bring clothes. When put into a schedule, this became every Thursday. Sundays were free. That meant that it couldn't be a Sunday.
Naomi gave up. She truly had no idea. Grumbling at her incompetence, she stood, ready to check the calendar hanging just out of the range of her eyesight. She jolted as her cell phone rang from its place deep within the recesses of her large bag.
Once retrieving it, she glanced at the caller ID suspiciously; it read Private Caller. She still found herself irritated from the last private caller- a particularly insistent telemarketer. It might be important, though. Naomi knew that when Raye called from the office it appeared that way. Sighing in defeat, she clicked the send button, finger poised over the end button, prepared to end the call should it, in fact, be one of those pesky telemarketers.
"7.5 seconds Ms. Misora. If I didn't know better, I would have thought you almost ignored my call. I must admit, I am rather glad you did not, as this is a rather important matter."
Huh?
"I'm sure you must be rather confused as to why I am contacting you out of the blue, but after your incredible work with the LABB Murder Cases, I thought that you would be able to help me again."
Huh?
"Now, I know you are not in Japan at the moment, but I assume that you have already heard of the serial killer named 'Kira'. As it is, I humbly request your assistance once more."
Huh?
"L?!" Naomi asked in shock.
There was a pause on the other side of the line. "A brilliant deduction, Ms. Misora. But no time for pleasantries, there are many lives at stake at the moment, and I need you to quickly make a decision."
It was such a no-brainer question, that Naomi had to pause to think about it. She couldn't just decline (another) invitation to assist the great L. "I'll do it," she muttered grudgingly. So much for getting out of the FBI and living a calm normal life with her fiancée (soon to be husband).
"I knew you would."
Uh huh.
"But I do not have much time at the moment."
"Yeah… number one private detective and all. Must cut down on the social life."
"Certainly." Awkward pause. "As it appears, I am needed elsewhere. And you know the drill; destroy the cell phone. We cannot have it traced, now can we?"
Once hanging up, Naomi screamed nonsense at the ceiling. She had just gotten this cell phone. And it was a really nice model. Some recess of her mind proposed the option that L knew this, and was somewhere laughing at her misfortune.
Incidentally, at a nameless hotel, L felt the oddest urge to spontaneously burst into evil laughter. He glanced at the cup of sugar, mixed with coffee, in front of him suspiciously.
"L, this is a completely new thing. I know you are our best chance, but are you sure you can solve this case only with the help of a woman?"
"She is a very clever woman," L retorted childishly, not used to Watari criticizing him.
"Yes, I am aware of how she helped you the last time, but maybe for this case, you need to ask for the help of more intelligent persons."
"Are you trying to get Wammy's House involved? I can involve them if that is what you so wish."
Watari sighed in exasperation. It was near impossible to converse with L when he was like this. "L…" The man looked up, waiting for him to give the order. "Just do whatever you think is right."
L smiled softly, grabbing a shortbread cookie and biting off half of it. "Will do," he mumbled through the food in his mouth.
To himself, Watari murmured, "I need to teach that boy some manners."
To this, L was either oblivious or he ignored the old man.
"You must be truly desperate to ask for my help."
"I did not believe the security guards would allow persons from the psych ward to watch Thor 2."
"Oh. They don't, I just found myself very bored one day, so I left the room and watched the guards watching the video instead of the security tapes."
"I should have guessed. You have never been an obedient one, Back-u-"
"Don't call me that!" B growled.
"I have a proposition for you," L continued, completely ignored B's blowup.
"I'm not listening to anything you say," B muttered haughtily, turning around in his chair to face the wall.
"I was so certain you would want out of this place, though."
B stiffened, and snuck a glance at the private detective. Weighing his pride versus his chance of getting out of this boring place, he finally said, "Do continue."
Naomi was still mourning the loss of her cell phone when the mail came. Lethargically, she stood and wandered vaguely towards the mail box. Upon opening it, she was presented with a large box. One that, based on the laws of physics, should not have fit within her small mail box. It took her ten minutes to pry the damn box from it, and once retrieving it; she stormed up the driveway, and sat herself down in a chair to open the mail.
Naturally, it was wrapped up in tape.
After retrieving a knife from her kitchen, she grabbed the box and began viciously stabbing it open, taking out her frustrations on it.
Inside was another box.
Grumbling in anger, she cut open the box angrily, not caring who saw her act of violence.
Another box. She screamed in anger, and ripped open the final box. If there wasn't something inside this box, she told herself she would walk away… go upstairs… and throw the boxes at innocent people walking by her house!
To the luck of innocent bystanders, inside this smaller box was a small cell phone, exactly like her darling Samsung Smooth that she had just lost.
Also, to her infinite embarrassment, when the phone began ringing immediately after she opened the box, she jumped.
"Hello Ms. Misora."
It was L.
This is the first chapter of Individia. I have been planning this story for about a month and a half now, but I never got around to actually writing it. (That is a lie. I was writing it as it came to me, but not in chronological order. This means that it was just various scenes that only made sense to me.) I just was gifted for Christmas, a beautiful Dell, and since this story is all in my head and I do not need my writing notebook (Left it somewhere…) this is the first one that I am writing.
Please read and review, because I am very lonely and wish to socialize with various persons. I also do not own Death Note.
Also, please do not expect this to be updated in a timely fashion. You will be sorely disappointed.