Chapter 1 (PLEASE R+R!!!) (THis is Near's pov.)
The phone rang.
One of the five executives answered it, "Yes. Okay." he handed me the phone, "It's L."
I grabbed the phone, "Ah, hello L. It's nice to talk to you again."
"Yes it's nice to hear from you, too...N" L talked back.
This wasn't the real L, this was a fake.
The real L died.
Death by Kira.
It was my mission as Near to become the 'true successor to L' and stop Kira.
I started to twirl my white hair.
I never did it on purpose.
It was just a habit.
"What have you called for?" I asked.
"I thought I'd let you know that the notebook has been spotted in Hiroshima." he said.
I stayed concentrated.
That notebook again.
"Well...L...what do you have in mind for a plan?" I asked.
Silence.
"Surely you must have a plan. I figured L would always have a plan?" I progressed.
"Well...we have decided to send an undercover operative to Hiroshima and see what he can undercover by taking a copy of the notebook and watching the news constantly. When he sees people dying one after another, we will investigate."
I stayed stoic. Not thinking to move...or moving to think.
Why was he pretending to be L? What was his motif?
Oh well...first step, be inconspicous...do not let him know you know he's a fake.
Second step; attack...
Not really attack, just reveal his lies to the world.
He needs to be brought down. Needs to be exposed.
I grabbed a small building block and stacked it on top of the others. This completed the statue.
The statue of Kira...
Partially...
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(Now from my pov)
I smiled a little and looked at the person in front of me.
He was about my age with white hair...
was he an albino? Oh well...
He was twirling his hair and said, "Well...Kooro Hoshikuji...I'm glad to meet you."
I shook his outstretched hand, "You too...N..." I felt a small drop of water on my hand and I looked up.
The sky was a dark gray. The rain started to drizzle.
I smiled at the fact that N wasn't doing anything about the rain. He just stood there, stoic.
I put my arm over my head to refrain form getting wet.
The rain started to pour and i squinted to see through the