Click! Click! Click!
"Pash! Boom!"
The sounds of the concentrated SPK employees typing echoed around the room along with the innocent sound effects that we're emitted from Near who was playing with his toys - His Kira and Light Yagami Dolls, to be exact.
Click! Click! Click!
Tic…Toc…Tic…
The workers were tapping their keys at a steady pace, mimicking the timing of the blue clock hanging on the monochromatic wall. Everything seemed so dull; what else is there to do?
"Twenty-two, and still playing with his 'toys'." One worker mumbled to himself.
Click! Click! Click!
Near sighed.
"It has been three years, three hundred and sixty-four days, forty minutes, twenty-nine seconds, and counting…Ever since Kira has been caught." He bluntly stated. He then proceeded to continue to disport himself with his dolls.
Click! Click! Click!
"Bam! Swoosh!"
"It's not anyone's fault that there are no more interesting Cases, L. Anyway, you should be Celebrating the fact that there are no supernatural mass murderers like Kira out there anymore." A member politely replied, and then continued indulging in his work.
Near merely twirled with his hair.
"Kira is nothing but a serial killer. The purloined possession of another's life has no significance to them other than to fill the void of theirs with jurisdiction and fails to attempt to justify it. I am a detective.
It is my duty to bring justice to those whose lives are past the point of no return. So give me a case." The white-haired boy retorted.
Click! Click! Click!
Another member interjected "Alright, Boss, try this one. The FBI gave it to us."
He handed the young adult a file. Near expeditiously grabbed it, and began to skim through it.
Case: The Murder of Ms Casey Jones.
Date of Murder: 19/06/2012
Location: The outskirts of North New Hyde Park, New York, U.S.A.
The technique of Murder: It was supposedly a suicide until the police discovered that she made a promise to join Oliver n' Oil (an oil company) and abandon Annie's Energy Stock (yet another oil company). There were multiple marking on her skin at her back and other areas that she couldn't reach herself.
In the end, she ignored the calls of both companies and joined Extraction due to her love of the CEO.
was infamous for making deals, so she could be killed by anyone. She was a secretary of Annie's and is worth an estimated 6 trillion yen (50 Million Dollars).
Suspects:
1) Jyoti Anad: The victim was extremely reluctant to join Oliver n' Oil and would rather just earn money for herself. Mr Anad is the CEO of Oliver n' Oil and may have murdered her due to the fact that she owns billions to them and never gave up a single penny to her.
2) Vera Viktoria: Her issue with was that her husband (the CEO of Extraction: David Viktoria) was in love with her instead of Vera. They have twin boys. She may have killed her out of love. Has a black belt in Judo.
3) Nakami Yuro: She was the victim's best friend and seemed polite enough. However, she is extremely protective of her information…and may kill for it. Her kind demeanour covers her violent, brutal side quite efficiently. Known for making deals too.
4) Sean Todd: CEO of Annie's energy stock. Doesn't seem to care about anything or anyone. Clinical psychopath on the loose. Does not mind leaving.
5)…
Tic…Toc…Tic…
Ten minutes that had passed had been singled by the blue clock on the monochromatic wall.
The list continued past infinity. There were forty photos too. And other files. Near did not furrow his eyebrows in frustration but instead, relaxed a bit. He sighed and continued to twirl with his hair like a lonely teenage girl.
He yawned.
"It's clearly the third suspect: Nakami Yuro."
Click! Click! Cli- Pause.
It was obviously the first suspect; everyone agreed on that and nodded their heads accordingly. It was too certain! They all thought it was the first.
Apparently not Near.
"In photo number twenty-six, you can see handing a - I'm assuming important - file towards a stranger in a mask. This shows that she isn't very careful when it comes to information."
They understood that.
" is very touchy when it comes to information, and may have killed her for the spread of it. That is all already implied, yes?"
They nodded.
"I believe that the information that Ms Jones had leaked was the involvement of drugs in her company. Annie's sell both oil and drugs. It has been proved in file number three: Ms Jones' private texts to buyers. The code for drugs is 'oil'."
He held out the file.
+91 2039 4826384:
Casey:
The oil will be in America tomorrow, Sir.
ANONYMOUS:
Ah good, you got the stuff.
How much tho?
Casey:
$600/gram + $10000
for me to get it there.
ANONYMOUS:
My Fucking God!
Worth it.
Casey:
Yeah, it really is. Meet me at the usual
Place tomorrow.
ANONYMOUS:
'Kay!
"Isn't it funny that the price of Oil (In 2013) is $140/barrel, but they make it $600/gram - which is coincidentally the same price for crystal meth in the U.S? Why measure in grams? They sell drugs and she's probably killed for leaking that information. They were supposed to meet at Marcus Ave street, which you will need to cross North New Hyde Park. Case closed."
"You really have nothing, don't you?"
"I never had anything." Near mused, twirling his hair. He then proceeded to go back to playing with his toys.
She tread home, attempting her best at ignoring the harsh winds and the ruthless cold.
Her tactics weren't working. Japan isn't very kind to you. Just sayin'.
"It's too cold to be going to university. Why can't I just go home and stay there?" She grumbled to herself and forced her beanie to stay put on top of her head.
The street was as empty as her life; It was just her…and the wind. Together, alone. Funny.
"Come on, just a few more metres and you're home." She mumbled to herself.
WOOOSH!
The beanie of hers had abandoned her, gliding on the air- guided by the harsh wind. This exposed her coal black hair in a neat bun and her eyes widened in shock.
"Damn! I loved that beanie."
Her dark oak irises wandered off and followed her beanie like a lost puppy dance in the wind. Finally, it grew exhausted and began to fall downwards…Onto a lamp post higher than anyone's self-esteem.
"It must be my lucky day, really."
She stared at her lost beanie for a while -and was about to just sigh and proceed to go back home- until she noticed something very strange drift down:
A notebook.
"What is that?"
Once it landed on the ground, she held it with my foot to prevent it from escaping due to the wind. The black haired girl then proceeded to pick it up.
"D-E-A-T-H N-O-T-E." She read aloud, eyebrow raised in curiosity.
After all, it's not every day that you see a pitch black notebook descend down from the sky like an angel.
"Hm…Whatever."
The girl stuffed the book in her blazer and continued to travel back home.
"I'm home!" She announced, placing her shoes in the proper place along with her coat. Her mother appeared and greeted her.
"Welcome home, Darling. How are you?"
"I'm good," The daughter responded "I'm just going to be upstairs and study…So don't disturb me please!"
She scrambled upstairs shortly after.
Her mother exhaled. "Kids these days."
"As if you're any better." Her father popped out of nowhere, snickering.
"You little-"
Click!
She locked the door.
Swish…
She closed the curtains.
Flick!
And began to open the notebook and skim through the pages.
"Rules…"
The girl struggled with English. Well, she was the tenth best in her class at it, but she always had a feeling that she wasn't very good at it. Her face grimaced at the fact that it was in that curséd language.
"The h-hu...man's whose wri-written in here s-agrh this English! It's too difficult!" She screeched in fiery frustration and threw the notebook towards a wall.
"The human whose name is written in this note shall die." A voice stated and caught the Death Note. He appeared so suddenly, and the girl can't help but instantaneously step backwards and scream, knocking all of her belongings down like a house of cards and creating havoc.
CRASH!
"IS EVERYTHING ALRIGHT DARLING?" Her mother was downstairs.
"I…I..."
The monster simply snickered. He wasn't human at all- he was worse, clearly.
The girl coughed and then regained her composure. "I'm fine, Mum!"
"Surprised, Sweetie?" The monster grinned.
"Not at all, Sir."
He held out his hand towards her.
"Tsuki. But you can call me Moon."
The raven-haired girl stared at his hand and held out hers to firmly shake it.
"Call me Mei."