Light glanced at his watch for the third time in less than a minute. What was he waiting for? Did he have to get back to the task force headquarters? If he was going there anyway maybe I could go with him. He could ask L to let me join the team and I could start immediately. L needed to know my suppositions immediately.
"Can I ask…why do you keep looking at your watch?"
In a flash Lights earnest face melted away into a dark stare. The corner of his mouth twisted into a smile. "Oh…I guess it's because- I'm Kira."
My hearth pounded. Am I having a heart attack? Did he figure out….the pounding stopped. It took every ounce of effort for me to keep my face straight and blank. If it was true then he wouldn't tell me and let me live. I had to hope he wasn't planing to have me die so publicly. No, Kira can control his victims actions. He would have made sure I went somewhere private first. The other option was that this was a test to see if I had any loyalty to Kira at all. Either way the right approach would be to leave quietly. I turned on my heel and paced steadily down the sidewalk.
"Hey, I think my Dad might be calling" He shouted after me. "Do you wanna talk to him?" His tone was taunting and cruel. I got you. It said.
"No thank you." I replied calmly. "There's something I need to do." I wanted desperately to clock him in the head and take him to L myself. But what proof did I have? I hadn't recorded our conversation and if he realized I wasn't dead surely he would guess my true name next.
My name is Naomi Pember. Just a few days ago my name was Naomi Misora. That name is still on my license. My fiance and I came to Japan to ask for my parents blessing on our marriage. We decided to officially marry here and then have the ceremony we'd been planning back in the U.S. This way both our families would be able to celebrate with us. The very next morning my new husband died. But that decision ended up saving my life.
When I arrived back at my hotel I wrote down everything that had happened from the time I left for the task force headquarters to the moment I came back home. Then I started stratagizing. First thing I needed to do was leave the country. That would be simple enough. My flight ticket home was for tomorrow. And then what? Who could I trust? If Light was working on the task force I couldn't contact L directly. There was a risk that Light would be there to hear me. Or if not L perhaps his father. I had no way of knowing what Chief Yagami would do to someone making such an accusation against his son. No, L could handle himself, I had to trust him. Hell I wouldn't be surprised if he had already begun suspecting him. I would return to my apartment in New York City and formulate the rest of my plan there.
Back in New York I went over my notes with a fine tooth comb. Light hadn't known my name until moments before his confession. I'd had my back to him for some of that time…but he had been walking right behind me…if he had done something in that time….No. That's right. I had been facing him from the time I gave him my ID but he hadn't done anything unusual. He was just writing the information down from my card. Part of his ruse? It would be strange for someone verifying my identity for a task force to not take note of the numbers on it so they could make sure it was real later…But if he was planning on killing me later why would he announce his identity to me then and there? Kira was cold and calculating. He wouldn't do something so sloppy.
Could he kill by just willing it? No. I couldn't assume some kind of psychic or magical power. I had seen some strange things during my years in the CIA but noting to make me suspect such things existed. And if they were, I would have no way of combating it. I had to assume there was some kind of physical….but all he had done was write something...Wait. That's right. That time I had my back turned to him was after he'd asking for my identity…the first time
He had immediately started writing something down then too. When I turned to face him again he had looked surprised. Confused even. Had he already made an attempt to control me? That must be the case. Right after was when he started talking to me about an ID card. He must have already figured out that I'd given him a fake name.
Could writing my name down somehow be enough to kill me? Was such a thing possible? Maybe he was working with a team. Perhaps he had a camera hidden on him somewhere and someone else was watching, ready to carry out their plan. I got up from my desk and poured myself a cup of tea. All I had to go on were some far fetched speculations. What else could I do? I stepped out onto my balcony and watched the bustling streets below me.
Raye. I whispered internally.
I promise you, I will stop him.