Yeeeeee new story! Literally the same day that I finish my first! No rest for the overly imaginative fangirls! *cries* Also, the cover is actually so accurate XD

Naomi walked along the street, side by side with the boy called Light. He claimed to be the son of the police chief, was clearly intelligent, and radiated innocence. Yet there was something off about him.

"The way that I see it, Kira – " Light broke off, laughing embarrassedly. "I'm sorry. We've been talking this entire time, and I just realized I don't even know your name! I'm Light Yagami. It's written with the Kanji for moon, night, and God. Weird, huh?"

Naomi swallowed. She was prepared for this.

"I'm Shoko Maki."

xxx

L sat in front of his laptop, biting his thumbnail, scrolling through the lists upon lists of people with 'information' regarding the Kira case. His eyes moving like lightning, observing everything he saw. Most of the people were blabbering about how they knew Kira, knew about Kira, or even were Kira. He snorted to himself, attracting a strange look from Mogi. People will do anything for a bit of attention. He thought ruefully.

He was still scrolling when he suddenly stopped. A grin cracked over his face. Now, this is something.

"Aizawa-San," he called out. Aizawa looked at him. "I would like you to go down to the Task Force headquarters at the station and relieve Agent Ukita. While you are there, please see whether or not this woman is there." he showed his computer screen to Aizawa. "If I am correct, she should be either waiting there, or somewhere near there."

"Sure thing, Ryuzaki." Aizawa stood up, stretching. "But why that woman in particular?"

L sipped his tea. "You'll find out soon enough."

"All right," Aizawa headed for the door. "So, I just bring her here?"

"Of course not," L replied. "Once you find her, first ask her name. She will most likely respond with an alias. After giving you her 'name', as her how she conquered the Big Baby back in L.A. If she answers with anything along the lines of 'I put out his fire', or something, then bring her here. If not, ask her to stay at the station for half an hour, before calling me and putting me on the line with her."

Aizawa blinked, as if struggling to comprehend all of that. "Um. . . okay." he left the room, closing the door behind him.

Soichrio Yagami looked at L. "L, who is that woman? Why are you asking her to come here?"

"Yeah, wouldn't it be a risk to show your face to anybody who isn't part of the Task Force?"

L nibbled on a panda cracker. "She is a useful informant, an excellent FBI agent, and has a personal obligation to this case. I've worked with her in the past, and believe she could be of some use to us."

"What kind of personal obligation?" Mogi asked.

L crushed the rest of the cracker between his fingers. "I'll leave that up to you to figure out."

xxx

Naomi stood in front of the young man, smiling at her, the image of innocence. "Miss, may I please have a piece of identification? It's mandatory, if you want to join the Task Force."

Naomi reached for her purse, then hesitated. Never reveal your true name. Those words echoed through her mind, and she silently cursed herself. How could she have forgotten?

"Um, Maki-San?" Light asked, looking impatient, though he tried to hide it. "The ID?"

"Ah, of course." she smiled. "I'm sorry – I spaced out for a second."

She reached into her purse and pulled out her wallet. I'm sorry, Light. she thought, rifling through it. If you're not Kira, then I'll apologize later. But if you are, well, then. . . she pulled out a fake ID that she had had prepared earlier. She handed it to him, asking, "Will an American driver's license do?"

The boy nodded, taking the ID. A sudden rush of emotions crossed his face, fast and unreadable. When he spoke again, his voice was different, as if he was trying not to lose control. "Thank you, Maki-San." he handed it back, and Naomi noticed that his hand was shaking slightly. Because he's Kira?

Light nodded tersely. "Well, let's go, then." he turned and strode off, Naomi trotting to keep up.

Did you honestly think I was going to kill her off? Please. (hides discarded storyboards)