I walked into the Empty hotel lobby. It was 1:30am, a Saturday. The crooked smile on the secretary's face wasn't very welcoming. My stomach was flooded with butterflies. I pulled myself together, and made my way towards the main desk.
"Name Please?" The woman behind the desk insisted.
"Samantha Darko." I replied, expressionless. I just wanted to get this night over with. "Another guest will be attending my room later. They will ask for my name." I added.
"Could you tell me their name please?" The lady at the desk took a note on a pad of paper.
"I don't know... Just send them to my room if they ask for 'Darko'." I said hesitantly. The lady smiled sarcastically.
"Room 119 on the 7th floor." She said handing me the room key. I took it and headed for the elevator. It had been 14 years since my brother had died from the strange accident. I am now 22 and old enough to hire a detective to find out what exactly killed my brother. This meeting meant the world to me.
The elevator beeped and the doors opened to the 7th floor. I pondered the halls until I was at door 119. I opened the door with my key, and hung my coat on the back of a chair. I opened the mini-fridge in the room and took out a champagne bottle and looked in the cupboard above it for two glasses. The room was quiet and luminescent signs from the city lit up the room. I closed the curtains and turned on the lights. Only one of the lights worked, so the room was dim. I walked into the bathroom to make myself presentable. I brushed off my red sleeveless dress and put on my diamond necklace. The windy weather turned my wavy brown hair into a tangle. I brushed it. There was a knock on the door that hiccuped from the long silence. I quickly finished brushing my hair and opened the door. There stood a man in a wrinkled white shirt, trashy jeans, and no shoes. His black hair was a mess that sat upon his head. His eyes rested on dark shadows.
"I am L." He stated awkwardly at the door. It was quiet for a moment.
"Please come in." I Welcomed him stepping to the side, holding open the door for him. He stood there looking around the room.
"Are you turning this into a date?" He accused me. I looked at him puzzled for a moment. I realized he was referring to the dimmed lighting, and the way I had dressed.
"Oh! No... I'm not... the other lights are just broken, and I didn't realize that this was considered a small occasion, so I dressed up." I explained. He finally came inside. I shut the door behind us.
"I understand your brother was crushed 14 years ago." He began, pulling his legs against his chest on the couch. I pouted at his strange posture.
"Yes-" I answered.
"And nobody can figure out what it was that killed him?"
"They think it was from a plane, But it was much too big."
"Can you show me a picture?"
"Sure..." I said reaching into my purse for a picture from the scene. I handed him the photograph.
"This is very interesting..." He said softly, studying the picture. I waited patiently for his response.
"Do you have any cake?" He answered after a few minutes. I was confused.
"Let me check..." I said heading towards the mini-fridge. "No... I don't." I said searching through the food. I looked in the cupboard to see if there was anything in there. "There are some cookies in her though..."
"Yes please!" He said excitedly. I handed him the cookie jar and sat down. He slowly munched down on a chocolate chip cookie, staring at me.
"Normally, strange things don't fall out of the sky and crush people. Am I correct?" He finally stated.
"Um... That would be correct." I responded puzzled.
"And the possibility of aliens is preposterous." He chuckled looking up at the ceiling. He took another bite of the cookie. "I do have an idea though..." He began. He finished his cookie, licking the crumbs off of his fingers. "A shinigami." He whispered with a smirk. I smiled casually.
"Isn't that Idea a little silly?" I mocked. He frowned.
"Have you heard of the Kira case?" He reminded me. I nodded. "We found the Kira who was substituting for the real Kira. However, this Kira was not the second Kira, He was merely a distraction for the investigation squad. But, before he was killed by the real Kira, he told us that a notebook was the source of the deaths of the criminals." He informed me. I couldn't believe this nonsense. My facial expression showed it, so he continued. "This notebook is called the 'Death Note'. I will not get into huge details of the note, but with this note, the owner can control the victims before his/her death. Before the note belongs to a human though, the original owner is a death god, a shinigami. I am now under suspicion that a shinigami has more abilities with a death note than a human... So it is possible that a shinigami is what killed your brother." He said this with a serious face. I had no choice but to believe him. L was the greatest detective on the planet. I studied the expression in his eyes. They were burning with curiosity and ideas. He reached for two cookies inside the cookie jar.
"Want a cookie?" He offered, holding one out to me while the other cookie was held between his teeth. I smiled and took it. Perhaps I would soon find out what it was that killed my brother, Donnie Darko.