"Now, The Pedo-Tokyo Homicide is-"
"Solved."
Near's dark eyes glanced upwards and he twirled his hair. "Excuse me?"
Halle, a member of the SPC (Special Provision for Criminals)'s voice echoed throughout the room. "There is another detective that beat us to it."
Now the white-haired boy was intrigued. It's not everyday that someone solves a puzzle before him. "Tell me who it is."
The woman rapidly typed on her laptop.
"They go by the pseudonym 'High' and are uncannily similar to L. Solved cases include: New York's 60k Cult, The Lagos Vs. Cocaine Case, and L'étui á Collier in Paris. They appeared around five months after the Kira Case on June Nineteen 2010 where they made their debut by mailing a file of a rapist that was wanted by fifteen countries."
"I'm surprised that you haven't heard of them, L." Gevanni remarked.
Rester handed Near some files. "Here are some new cases that I thought you'd be interested in."
He grabbed them and began to read while stacking his legos.
…
Mello wasn't in the best mood.
I mean, he just solved the Pedo-Tokyo Homicide (the crisis that The SPC apparently took too) and there was no response! He worked hard, damn it!
In order to finish it, the blonde had to spend countless days sleepless, hire a few chore-helpers, and hack into the national database in fifteen minutes.
God, and he also had pain on both his head and feet. Feet because of all the running and cranium because his skull can't all of his intelligent awesomeness at once. Ah, but at least he's got two million dollars to waste on chocolate bars now.
That's like, one million chocolate bars! Two dollars each because he doesn't waste his time chewing the soft 'peasant' sweets that were absolutely disgusting.
Mello drooled at the thought of chocolate.
DING!
It was his laptop; he got a new message. When the blonde spared a glance at the screen, he smirked victoriously. Near better be ready.
He has a new catastrophe on his hands.
…
Two months have passed. In that time, both L and High have solved six cases each, which was more than the 'two cases a month' that Ryuzaki stuck to. Roger even called Near to ask if he was okay and the albino simply continued to stack up his tarot cards.
He was interested in this 'High'. Everyone knew that he barely gets any formidable rivals…Besides a certain blonde that he'd rather not remember of.
This was the most active L has ever been in the crime world, and it amazed everyone from low police officers, to the U.S government. They all think that they might be running out of cases and money - but more so money - to hand to L and High.
It seems that the intellectual war was not over yet…Because their next case is called El asesinato del diablo (The Devil's Murder) and it ain't going to be solved anytime soon.
The file informed them that an heir to a notable mafia was assassinated around five days ago by a member of another. This resulted in a war between the gangs and it was the detectives' duty to, well…Fight over who resolves it.
Anyway, the first time that the blonde and albino met yet again was during this very case that took place in Spain. Luckily for them, it included a fuck ton of car chases.
Technically, Mello was on an expensive black motorcycle just because.
TRR! TRR! TRR!
"Alex! Your helmet's about to come off!" George - a brown-haired Matsuda born three years before him - yelled.
George was simply someone who does his shoes for him. How great is that? And, and, the blonde only had to pay him fifty thousand dollars a week! Really, it's so convenient.
Oh, and Mels changed his name to Alex. Alex Williams due to the fact that if anyone called him by any type of name that he held in the past and someone (Near, Near, Near) heard, he'd be fucking toast. Really.
TRR! TRR! TRR!
Psh, it doesn't matter if he has his helmet off, anyway. The blonde put on a black-haired wig and makeup on to make his skin as ghostly as the damn albino, puts on eye contact so that they're now coffee brown, and even began to wear 'normal' just put on jeans and a red hoodie to avoid being spotted.
The chocoholic also puts on that British accent that made him absolutely despise Roger…He works hard, okay? Dammit!
TRR! TRR! TRR!
What Mello didn't notice was the was the mediocre car that whooshed right past him and George towards the murderer. That was until he saw a puff of white hair from the corner of his eye
"Near." He whispered.
Oh ho ho, the race was now on!
TRR! TRR! TRR!
"WOAH!" Mello's companion shrieked and grabbed hold as if he was about to fall. But then again, they were racing at 100Km/h so, eh, fair enough.
He swore that he saw a certain white-haired boy smirk whilst twirling his locks and then they went faster. Little shits.
TRR! TRR! TRR!
Eventually, the criminal was cornered by the river, but it was obviously all the blonde's work, duh.
He got off his bike and forcibly opened the car door of the murderer with George acting as a backup just in case he ran away. In a flash, the scum was handcuffed.
"Gotcha."
Spontaneously, the door of Near's car opened, and he began to trudge towards me, mask on face.
"You must be High." The detective stated.
Mello hasn't heard the white-haired boys in months! Eight months and four days, to be exact. All of the chocoholic's passionate emotions were pouring over him simultaneously and it absolutely overwhelmed the blonde. But he…He took a breath and stayed calm with his façade thicker than ever.
"L." He remarked just as blankly and began to take the murderer. Gevanni (that fucking douche) stopped him at that moment. Suddenly, it was George's turn to intervene:
"So, erm, who's going to bring the criminal to the police?"