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This is my first story on here, yay! I hope you like it! Please tell me if you find any mistakes, I'm dyslexic and tend to mess somethings up. I tried to find all my mistakes, but I'm only human, so i might have missed some. Thank you!
"Have you heard of what's going on in Japan?" A woman overheard another say. Her green eyes slid to find the two having the conversation. She saw one shake their head.
"You haven't? That's surprising, it's pretty big news. There's someone killing off bad people there. There's a standoff between that person and L." The eavesdropping woman's eyes widened at this.
"Like a murderer?"
"No. Well, I guess you could say it like that. But the person is killing only convicted criminals. I think they're trying to make a better world." The woman rolled her eyes. "They're calling the person Kira." The woman had heard enough and stood from the bench she was sitting at. She would have to go to Japan. This 'Kira' sounded like what she was waiting for. A grin split her face as she made her way to a small bed-and-breakfast that she had been staying at while in Germany. Business had called her here, so she hadn't bothered with getting a real apartment or house. Shifting her backpack on her shoulder, the woman opened the door.
"Jill!" The kind woman who owned the bed-and-breakfast called. "I was starting to get worried, it's so late! A young lady like you shouldn't stay out so late! Who knows what could happen, especially since you are such a pretty girl."
"Thank you for worrying about me, Mrs. Ebenkamp, but I'm fine. I was just picking up a few things before I leave. I'm sorry it's such short notice, but I'm leaving in the morning." Jill responded easily in German.
"So soon? Oh, well, business is business, right?" Both women laughed. "Just tell me when, and I'll have you checked out in a flash." Mrs. Ebenkamp smiled kindly.
"Thanks," Jill responded, waving as she walked up the stairs to her room. She didn't particularly like elevators, and her room was only two floors away. There was no point in taking the elevator. She made her way down the hallway to her room, unzipping her black jacket in the process. Jill opened the door to the room she had been given and took off her backpack, setting it on the bed, before taking off her jacket as well. She was wearing a t-shirt underneath, but it was safe from the rain that had been falling outside, unlike her jeans. Rooting through her suitcase, she found a pair of shorts that she quickly changed into. She had kept the room she was staying in rather clean, unlike her little suitcase, which was a complete mess. Jill sighed and turned to her backpack. From it, she pulled a laptop, which she opened quickly and sat down on her bed. Pulling her long brown hair into a ponytail, she opened a browser and looked up Kira. There were all sorts of fan sites for them, but she didn't want those, she wanted the facts. Putting her head in one of her hands, she started going through the things people were saying, hoping to find a reputable source. Then she came across something that greatly interested her.
"L's in this, right? And he challenged the killer like this? This might be bigger than I thought." She mumbled with a small frown. "Oh well!" she shrugged. It wouldn't matter. She would still be in and out quickly, as usual. Closing her laptop, she let her eyes settle on her backpack again. She slowly reached over and pulled out a small notebook. It was completely black, other than the words on the cover, 'Death Note'. Jill smiled again. She stood and made her way over to the fireplace. In it, there was a hot fire burning. Mrs. Ebenkamp must have started it hoping to warm her room up before she arrived. With a warm smile, she watched the fire flicker. That woman was too kind for her own good. Someone would take advantage of her one day.
"Got it already?" a voice asked from behind her. She turned with a smile to find a shinigami standing behind her. He only had a few strands of dark hair on his head and his skin was a sickly green color. His body was stitched along certain lines, like a doll. He might have spoken, but his mouth was really just more thread, stitched across his face. In all, the shinigami looked like a creepy doll.
"Hi Gem, it's good to see you again." Jill said with a smile before turning back to the fire. Gem joined her by her side, the fire making his face even scarier.
"You didn't answer my question." He said with as much as a frown as was possible for him.
"Yeah, I have it. I got it today from the kid. I heard news of another, too, I think today's my lucky day." Jill answered cheerfully. Gem laughed next to her, if you could call it laughing. It sounded a bit like nails on a chalkboard. It was definitely not a pleasant sound.
"Sound like it is." He said. "Well, get it over with! We don't have all the time in the world!" Jill sighed reached inside her suit case. Beneath her clothing, there was a false back. She ran her fingers along the edges until she found the lock. Twisting each of the rings until they read certain numbers, she drew her hand back before reaching back in and opening the hatch. Inside there were many other books, similar to the one she had. Jill slipped the book inside and locked the false back again, changing the code as she did.
"Now that that's over with, let's get some sleep! And by us, I mean me!" Jill laughed.
"I swear you have the stupidest sense of humor ever. How was that even funny? We both know that I don't need sleep, pointing it out doesn't make it funny." Gem said. Jill sighed and shrugged, not bothering to give him a real answer as she walked back over to her bed. It was large and comfortable, one of the nicest Jill had on all her travels.
"Night, Gem." She said softly as she climbed into bed.
"Goodnight."
Jill never had very pleasant dreams. Ever since she was a little girl, her sleep had been plagued by red and darkness. She never really had gotten used to them, but they were easier to deal with, now that years had passed.
"Run…" The voice in her dreams would tell her. Then she would wake up. It happened almost every night. That night was no different. Jill woke up panting for breath after another nightmare. Taking deep breaths she looked around the room, remembering where she was and that it had only been a dream.
"Gem?" She hated the way her voice sounded, so weak and afraid. She needed the shinigami, though. She needed him to be there.
"Yeah? Another nightmare?" he asked as he appeared in the room after walking through the far wall. He floated over to the young woman and stopped by her side. She nodded, confirming his suspicion.
"You are where you can't be hurt anymore, remember that. Plus, I'm here with you, right? I won't let anything happen, even if you are a worthless human that just stole a Death Note."
"Thanks Gem, your speeches are so reassuring." Jill said sarcastically. She glanced over at the clock on her nightstand. It was four in the morning. The woman sighed, knowing that she wouldn't get anymore sleep that night. Instead, she flipped the covers back and made her way to her suitcase to pull out a pair of clothes for that day. Jill shuffled into the bathroom, where she quickly got ready for the day, unable to take her mind off of her dream.
She packed her suitcase, not that there was much to pack, she didn't keep much. Jill traveled a lot, so she knew it was better to not keep too many things. One perk, though, was that she had been to literally every country now, after years of traveling. She had also mastered the art of traveling on short notice.
Standing up, Jill walked over to her backpack and slipped her computer back inside. She was wearing nice jeans and a bright colored blouse that day, and her long hair was down. Jill shouldered the backpack and picked up her suitcase and walked back down the hallway. As she made her way to the front desk, she realized that Mrs. Ebenkamp probably wouldn't be awake at five thirty in the morning. Instead of waking her, Jill wrote a short note thanking the woman and left her key with it. She walked out the front door into the morning light and smiled. The fresh air always made her feel better, especially after a nightmare. There were almost no cars on the streets and it was almost silent. The only thing she could hear was her own footsteps and the sound of her suitcase rolling behind her.
She picked a bed-and-breakfast that wasn't too far away from the airport so she could walk there. When she arrived, she started looking for a flight to Japan, Tokyo if she could. She may have just been looking at comments before, but they gave her a very good idea of where it all started, especially the first few. That, and L had also decided that Kira was in Kanto. She would have to make her way there once she arrived in Japan. She found a flight and made her way over to the front desk, where a man was sitting.
"May I help you?" he asked kindly, looking up from where he sat to look in Jill's eyes with a smile. Jill smiled kindly back.
"Yes, I was wondering if there were any open seats on the flight to Japan that's in half an hour?" she said in broken German. The man smiled again and looked on his computer, typing something quickly before looking through something. He smiled again and looked back at Jill.
"Yes, Miss, there is an open seat that you can take. You'll have to pay six hundred dollars." Jill handed him a credit card, which he swiped and nodded a bit. "Thank you for your business, here is your ticket." He said and handed Jill her ticket.
"Thank you," Jill responded, taking the ticket and looking at it to find her terminal. Really, all she had to do was look like a foreign young woman who's lost to get the things she wanted. Jill was an expert in getting other people to pity her. It was just too easy, although it used to be a lot easier when she was younger. People would assume that she was some poor runaway that just needed help and did anything she asked. Jill heard Gem laughing beside her; he loved it when she did things like that. She would always feel gross, tricking someone for her own good. She hated it, but it was the only way to get to where she had to be.
Jill waited for a while at her terminal before she was called to be seated. The flight would be a longer one, but she didn't care. As long as she got there. It would be faster than taking a train or something, which would be her second choice if a plane didn't work. She ended up on her laptop most of the trip. She was looking up information on the Kira case. Resisting the urge to try to hack L's computer, she settled for anything else she could find. Somehow, she found herself on fan sites again. The things some people said made her feel physically ill. They all seemed to think that killing people was alright, if they were criminals.
'A human life is a human life; you can't just go killing people because you want to. That is something one needs to think very hard about.' Jill thought, shaking her head a bit.
She started checking records of death in Japan, after hacking into them, trying to find anything suspicious. Just when she was starting to give up her search, she found something very interesting. There seemed to be multiple Americans killed on the same day. There were twelve in all and they all died around the same time as the others of heart attacks. It seemed like too much of a coincidence to Jill. Something wasn't right. They weren't criminals, according to what she found with their names, so why would they be killed? Sitting up straighter in her seat, Jill got into the American systems and looked up their names. She found that their backgrounds were quite well hidden and looking a little harder; Jill discovered that they all worked for the American government. They were all F.B.I. agents, sent to Japan to help with the Kira case. Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the chime of a bell.
"We have started our decent into Tokyo, please make sure your seatbelts are fastened and your seats are in the upright and locked position. We will be landing in about ten minutes." The pilot said over the intercom. Jill sighed and turned her laptop off before returning it to her backpack. She would have to continue her search later.
The plane landed without issues and Jill got off it easily. The first thing she asked a receptionist was if she knew where the nearest hotel was.
"Just go down the street a little ways, it'll be the building on the right at the first intersection." The woman answered.
"Thank you," Jill said with a kind smile. She decided to walk, again. She would really rather not take cars. Jill made sure to leave little trace of her being in the country when she went somewhere. Only a few people would ever remember her, most of which being the small inn owners that she had stayed with in some cases. She would rather not be noticed at all, but that was impossible, there would always be someone that notices something. Jill looked up at the hotel she would be staying at. It was probably the biggest she'd stayed in for a while. It would probably be pretty expensive. She sighed and walked in. The lady behind the front desk stopped talking to her coworker and looked at Jill as she walked up.
"May I help you?" she asked. Jill nodded.
"Yes, could I please have a room?"
"How long are you staying with us?" The woman asked. Jill thought about it for a while.
"I'm here on business, I think I will be okay for a month, but if it's more, could I just pay you again then?" Jill asked, a worried look in her eyes. She hadn't thought about time, but if L was here, it might take longer than usual.
"I think that will be fine." The woman said, nodding her head a bit. Jill smiled and handed her a credit card. She never used the same one twice in a row, that would be too easy to track, and she had quite a few dangerous people on her tail. "I hope you have a nice stay, Miss…" she looked at the card. "Jones." That was the alias on this card, Blake Jones. She was a woman with a very generic name from the United States who works for a large phone business and travels often because of work. The last place she used Blake was in Russia. That was two trips ago, so she figured that it was alright. The receptionist also handed her a key card to get into her room. On the key was her room number, she'd be on the second floor. She smiled and went to find the stairs. When she got to the hallway she was looking for, she found that her room was actually the first on the left, conveniently. She decided that she would go out and look for suspicious people after she put her things in her room.
"So you're Blake now? That's the one you picked for this trip?" Gem asked from behind her. She turned around with a smile.
"That's right, I might have used it too soon, but I like this name, so I'll use it again. You should start calling me Blake so I can get used to it again." She told him.
"Whatever," Gem answered in a bored tone. Blake rolled her eyes and turned to the bathroom, bag in hand.
"I'll be right back." She said as she shut the door. A few minutes later, she emerged and smiled at Gem. There was something different about her, but Gem didn't care enough to think about it. Together, they left the room and went back down the stairs. As she left, the receptionist looked up again, watching her leave.
'Didn't she have long hair a minute ago?' she thought to herself.
Blake walked down the street, just watching people. She fingered her hair, now cut at just above her shoulders.
"Do you think it looks okay?" she asked her shinigami. She wasn't afraid of any weird looks, though. She had put a wireless phone earpiece in her ear and tucked her short hair behind her ear, so it was visible. That way, people would only think that she was on the phone.
"I think it looks awful." Gem responded.
"Thanks, you're so nice!" Blake said with a giggle. "So have you seen your friend recently?" She spoke in code, hoping to make her conversation less suspicious. To another, she might just look like a young woman on the phone with her boyfriend.
"I haven't seen another shinigami yet, but I'll keep an eye out."
"Aw, I hope you find him soon, I know how much you need to talk to him. Tell me if you see him again, okay?"
"Wait, I think I see something. Over by that coffee shop, I see one; he's following a group of students it looks like. Do you see who I'm talking about?"
"Yeah, I've looked too. I think he might be in a certain place, but I'm not really sure."
"Can you tell which one is Kira?" Gem asked.
"There are two, you know." Gem looked at her, there were two Kiras? "But it think I can tell which one he's in, you know how he is."
"So which one is it?" Gem asked impatiently, he really hated it when she spoke in code. It was confusing.
"You did say he had brown hair, right? Tall? Good-looking?" she paused. "Okay, just making sure I was looking for the right person." She smiled.
"Oh, that one. What's the plan now?" Gem asked.
"You really have to go?" Blake pouted. "Okay, I guess I'll talk to you later." She made it look like she wasn't paying attention to where she was walking, heading right toward the guy. "Bye, Zack, I love you." Blake pulled her phone out of her pocket, hanging up the pretend call. As she looked down at her phone, she ran right into the boy. Her phone slipped out of her hand and she stumbled back, but stayed on her feet.
"Oh, I'm so sorry! I wasn't paying attention to where I was walking." She said, not looking up at him as she bent to pick up her phone, only for a hand to get there before her. She looked up at him, and he was smiling.
"No, I wasn't paying attention either. I hope you're not hurt. I'm Yagami Light. You're not from around here are you?" Blake smiled, taking her phone from him.
"Yeah, I just got here a few weeks ago. I'm Blake Jones-oh sorry you say your names differently don't you? Jones Blake, then." She held out her hand, which he took. "You have a cool name."
"Thank you." Light gave a smile. As Blake retracted her hand, she saw the time on her watch. With a little gasp she looked apologetically up at light.
"Sorry, Light! I have to get to a meeting! I hope we see each other again, you seem like a nice guy!" she said as she raced off, a grin on her face.
"What an interesting girl." Ryuk commented. Light looked at him out of the corner of his eye.
"The other Kira?" he asked quietly.
"Where's the fun in telling you that?" the shinigami answered.
"That went well," Gem said once they made it into an empty alley.
"I thought it did too. Now I can find out more about him, if Light Yagami is his real name, that is." Blake whispered. "I suppose you won't tell me?"
"Yeah, right." Gem said. "You should just make the trade."
"Not going to happen, I want as little tie to that cursed book as possible." Blake crossed her arms, but Gem just scoffed.
"I don't think you could ever escape the trap of the Death Note now. Not with your past." The woman looked at him, her eyes dead.
"Please don't talk about that. I thought I've asked you this before." her voice was full of raw pain. Gem just laughed silently. This woman was the only reason he'd been in the human world for years now. Times like this made it worth it. He had a feeling that something really big was going to happen.
Light Yagami was meeting with four other people in a hotel room. They were reporting what had happened at Aoyama that day. Light was trying to decide whether to say anything about Blake. There was something off about the woman, and Light knew it. If she was the second Kira, though, he could use her, so he wouldn't want her caught. However, if he says nothing, and something goes wrong, then he could become more suspicious for not saying anything about meeting her. The meeting could be passed off as just a run in, that's what it looked like, anyways. He would probably be fine if he didn't say anything about her.
"Nobody suspicious was found during the trip to Aoyama on the twenty second or Shibuya on the twenty fourth. The only place left is the Tokyo dome on the thirtieth." Aizawa said. Light and Ryuuzaki both looked deep in thought. That carried on for a few minutes before a voice emanated from the computer in the room.
"Ryuuzaki," the voice said. It was Watari, Ryuuzaki's handler. "There is another package to Sakura TV. According to the stamp, it was sent on the twenty third."
"Another one?" Soichiro, Light's father, asked.
"I am streaming the video to you now." The voice continued. On the screen, the name Kira popped up.
"I have found Kira," the voice started. Light tried to hide his surprised face. Was it really Blake then? "Thank you everyone at the TV station and the police station." The voice continued. When it stopped the room fell silent again, but only for a second.
"He said he 'found Kira' already! This is bad." Aizawa shouted, standing from his seat. Soichiro also stood.
"Yes, they have joined forces," he said.
"We can't say that they've joined forces yet." Ryuuzaki interrupted him. "Before this, the second Kira always said 'meet Kira,' but this time he said 'found Kira.' This means that he has found out who Kira is, but probably hasn't contacted him. At least, they didn't 'meet' before he sent the package on the twenty third. If they had, he would not have used the word 'found.'" He said, looking over his teacup at the others. "Since we've already some to this point, it's time for us to use out policing influence to bait the second Kira."
"Bait?" Matsuda asked, not sure what Ryuuzaki was talking about.
"Yes. We give him some incentive and lure him into telling us who Kira is. If the real Kira still doesn't know who the second Kira is, he may respond to our trap." He turned to Soichiro. "Asahi-san, we can't say 'give us info and you won't be prosecuted,' can we?" Soichiro shook his head.
"His has at least killed eight people, that's not possible." He responded. Ryuuzaki thought for a second.
"Then, instead of that, we'll be less specific and say that we'll be more lenient with his sentencing if he helps us arrest Kira. And that he will become a hero to the world." Soichiro and the rest of the people in the room were speechless. Was that really alright? "Let's do it quickly. It's seven twenty five; try to get it on the news at eight fifty five."
"Okay, I'll handle it."
As Light was leaving the hotel, he was still thinking about the second Kira. It would be dangerous to leave them alone. The person knew who he was; he could get killed at any time by him. Was it really Blake? If it was, he could use that to his advantage. Women were too easy to manipulate for him. He could just use his good looks to get her to fall in love with him, and then she would do whatever he wanted her to. That may not work though, she was obviously older than him, and she may not like younger men.
"Light, this is turning into the worst possible scenario, huh?" Ryuk said, chuckling.
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