The Particulars of Perpetual Boredom

by OwlsloveApples

Light wants to play god, Lisa wants a medical breakthrough, Zoë want's a new computer, Mello wants to beat Near, Matt just wants to game in peace, and L want's to find Kira. They are all geniuses and all have the same problem, so now all that's left is to see it plays out. LxOC

1. Chapter 1

AN- As par fan-fiction tradition I don't own anything. Also seeing that the anime bumped up the time line by 3 years, I am doing the same thing here; this is taking place late 2013 early 2014 by the end of this chapter. The reason for this is simple I am 18 now, so its easier for me to know what is going on in pop culture for an 18 year old now than it is for an 18 year old back 13 years ago.

The Particulars of Perpetual Boredom

Prologue I

It was raining that day. Not an abnormality for England, seeing that perception on average occurs for about seventy percent of the time. It was however colder than it should have been in March, and the wind chill didn't help.

I had just walked out, that day, not particularly sure where I was going, just acknowledging the fact that I needed space. Today had not been a good day.

So here I was, walking down a rainy street, lost somewhere in Winchester, after aimlessly walking around for the last six hours, a city I hadn't been in for the last eight years, dealing with the emotion stress of the situation that just happened, and not accepting the fact of what just happened.

By this point my body was numb; I had given up a care in the world and continued my aimless pattern forward. I was on a small road narrow, not even large enough for two cars to drive though, with large stone wall on the left side, which I leaned against, slowly running my hand against the hard cold stone. The rain had picked up, turning into a torrential down pour. I thought about stopping but continued to press on, afraid of where my mind would wonder if I stopped. That's when I ended up in the most peculiar of places, a church. It had a large iron gate and a small bell tower. Looking at it, you could tell the building had attested to centuries. That's when the bell struck loudly, before starting to play the tell tale song, Jesus Loves Me.

That's when I had what then could only be described as a mental break down. I started laughing like a mad man, which at the time I probably constituted. I mean after all, what did your normal fifteen year old do right after they found out they had 12 malignant tumors in their head, and were just disowned by their abusive parents at the same time? Praying to God, certainly wasn't it.

So I laughed; my vision blurring. At first I thought it was the tears from the laughter, or maybe the tears from the pitiful sadness that consumed every inch of my being. It was a few seconds later, after I felt some kind of pressure on my knee's that I realized it was vertigo, and that I was about to promptly pass out.

Oh well, maybe I will get lucky enough for this just to end here, so I can die in my own self-pity without getting those degrading looks from outside viewers. Yes that would be nice. That's when my consciousness went out, not noticing the feeling of strong arms wrapping around my torso, keeping my face from hitting the hard cold cobblestones that lied beneath my feet.

4 years later November 7th, 2014 5:36 pm

That's it, you need a break, if you don't you are going to lose your vision, and your mind, and you might die of starvation. I know it's hard but you have to leave your work and get some food. Come on you can do it. Breathe, okay.

I sat up closing the laptop, and files in front of me. I then looked around my hotel noticing it was messier than I remember having left it. I looked around for my lab coat with my wallet; it was hanging on the shower door. I walked towards it grabbing it before remembering I probably needed to change out of my pajamas. I went to my suitcase grabbing the first pair of jeans I saw, and started stuffing my leg into them. Now all I needed was a shirt. Seeing that I hadn't stepped outside in the last 36 hours I figured it would be a good idea to check the weather.

I put on the local news in the back ground grabbing deodorant become coming back, in the corner of the screen, it was 42 outside normal for November, I grabbed a longer sleeved shirt throwing it over my head before the news report caught my interest. Apparently there was a hostage situation, involving a daycare center. Poor kids, if everyone makes it out okay, there is still the psychological damage. I sat on the bed, sliding on my boots; unfortunately there was nothing I could do about it. I was about to turn the television off before I heard the reported hell "Hey wait, we seem to be seeing movement coming from the building". I turned my attention back to the screen, the children and workers started running out of the building, before the cops started making a move in.

"It appears that the suspect is dead! I repeat the suspect has been found dead inside! The police are claiming to have not shot him. According to the hostages, it appears he just collapsed inside" Well that was unexpected. I shut the television off before sliding on my coat. I guess it must have been some medical problem, maybe a stroke? Lucky day for the hostages I suppose.

I switched off the light and locked my hotel room door before making my way down the hall, down three flights of stairs, and out the lobby.

Once I was out of my hotel I hooked a right and started looking for a convenient store. Unfortunately my sense of direction is not amazing, how do I know this? Well I ended up walking down an ally. Well that was stupid of me. I started back tracking before I noticed it, the sound of a motor cycle.

"Hey baby" they called to a wondering brunette who was walking down the street on her own. Well that wasn't good. I slowly sped up my pace, formulating a plan in my head.

"Hey boss look over there, it's a blond! One of those Americans you're always talking about, how about her instead." That's not good, the brunette started running in the opposite direction; well at least that was taken care of.

"Yeah sounds like fun" stated the one of the bikers.

They started making their way towards me, shit.

I started leading them away from the other woman, and conveniently to where the convenient store I was looking for was. That's when they cornered me around the glass wall right outside the store. I looked around it was me surrounded by four men on bikers, one with a pipe in their hand, what were the chances of that happening?

"Hey my name's Taku Oshibimimaru, how about I show you some fun?" asked the one who was deemed the boss.

"No thanks" I braced myself against the glass, preparing for what was about to come next.

Two of the four got off their bikes making their way towards me. I put my hands in my pockets thinking fast, I had an IPod, some candy, my first aid kit, my wallet, a wad of notes, nothing of use. What would he do?

Pushing myself as far back as possible a realized that there was only one thing left to do, fight. Running was impossible with the motorcycles, and they blocked my way off into the store, so unless the glass behind me broke. That's it!

I braced myself as the boss reached out for me. I let him get only a few centimeters from me before I quickly spun backward then elbowed him with my right arm. I made contact with his gut. I then shoved my foot toward his private area quickly kicking it before preparing for another one. The boss backed up in pain falling a few steps backwards.

I quickly ducked right and down when I saw a fist coming after me from the second one. I pressed myself, back against the wall avoiding the punch but unfortunately trapping myself. The one with the pipe roughly shoved me harder against the wall, pushing the pipe against my throat, making it hard to breath. The Boss started getting his footing again.

"Think that's funny bitch?!" He asked, making a way towards my jeans. I struggled trying to move. This was bad, very, very, bad. I shake my head no, trying to slide out from under the pipe. Damn nothing was working.

He slowly unbuttoned the top button, sliding the zipper down. I struggled harder, thinking about everything I learned in therapy. Think, think, think, how do you get out of this? That's when I stopped for a second.

The pole against my neck is the first thing I need to get out of my way, then the boss, and then I need to try to make it to the door. Then the only question is how. I looked toward the one with the pipe, he didn't look to be in excellent shape, the kidney should work.

The elbow is the strongest part of the body, which is why I used it a second time, aiming towards the pipe guy's kidney. He took the packed force of the blow and started backing off slightly enough for me to drop downwards taking him and the pipe with me.

I roll quickly to my right standing up fast just as the boss comes towards me, slapping me with a complete force. Taking the full blunt of the blow, I continue to roll, trying to put more distance between us. I get up again, noticing number 3 and 4 getting closer and number 2 getting up slowly.

Just as I was about to run towards the store doors the most bizarre and impractical thing happened, an out of control truck started ramming its way towards me.

You have got to be kidding me.

I ran as far and quick as I could before the truck slammed into the boss, and also hit the building, the glass from the store shattered, but besides for that the building was okay. Sure I was originally trying to get the glass to break to get someone's attention but I didn't mean for that to happen!

Oh my god.

My brain was processing what happened. Did that really just happen? That wasn't normal, in fact that shouldn't have happened. I mean sure occasionally a women got raped in a city, but the chances of that person getting hit by a truck? I didn't want to do the math.

Before I could allow myself to do anymore I walked into the store getting to safety. Just as I walked in I noticed a boy standing in front of the glass with a notebook in his hands staring at the window. He was lucky he hadn't been killed.

That's when it hit me, I could have just died. Or been raped, or sent into the sex slave market, there was an endless list of scenarios. The feeling of almost dying wasn't particularly new but the scenario was. That's when I could have started hyperventilating instead I just stood there.

That's when the boy with the notebook walked past me quickly making his way out the door. I heard sirens in the back ground that's right the police, well I didn't want to be here for that. I needed to move, and fast.

I quickly navigated to the back of the store grabbing a sushi pack, some chocolate, and a coffee drink, leaving 1000 yen on the owner's desk. I quickly made my way out the back door of the store. For once I didn't get lost on my way back to my hotel room, which was surprising seeing that I ran the whole way there.

I opened my room once again, in realization that it had only been 40 minutes since I was last here. Closing the door, locking it behind me, I sat on the bed and replayed in my head what happened.

I took me another 40 minutes, before I had fully processed what happened.

You could have been raped.

You weren't.

You could have been killed.

You weren't.

You shouldn't be alive.

I know.

I replayed the scene over and over again in my mind, again and again, before reaching the final conclusion and moved on.

With that I had stopped freaking out, and returned to normal, or as normal as one can be. After that I decided instead of dwelling on it, I was going to eat my cheap meal and get back to work, after all I didn't come to Tokyo for nothing after all.

I had calmed myself down, and went back in to my work. There was no way I was going to call him, not just for that.

7:38 the next morning

It had been exactly 11 hours and twenty three minutes since the occurrence. I didn't sleep that night, afraid for what might appear in my dreams. Instead I threw myself into work for the whole night. The pros, no nightmares, and lots of work done; the cons were that I felt like a zombie. I pushed through it though, making it to seven in the morning with room service coffee, sugar products, and my favorite music blasting in my ears. I sighed stepping in the shower washing off the grime from the events of last night.

That was, unexpected.

I turned the news on again once I got out, having it play in the background when I was putting on fresh clothes. They were talking about the convenience store incident. Luckily for me, no one knows I was there. Good, I didn't need to have my face unnecessarily popping up, that would have been bad. I wouldn't want them finding out. Speaking of my face, there was a nice purple bruise sprouting up on my left cheek.

I guess it's a bad thing I know nothing about makeup, there again when you live in a bed for two and a half years, there's really no need to know.

I walked out the door of my hotel once again, this time with my backpack holding my files and my normal lab coat on. Since I wanted my face less noticeable, I left my hair down. I made my way down to the hotel lobby.

Instead of walking I took a cab, not trusting my sense of direction, or the streets. I first stopped at a convenience store, this time a different one, buying what looked to be my color, the palest shade they had. I step in the taxi, attempting to cover up the bruise, even though I had never tried makeup before I did know a bit about art, so I took some skills and applied them; the result was an acceptably covered cheek.

The cab dropped me off in front of the building of neurological sciences, Japan's number one research center in neurological diseases. I was here for a conference, which was calling on several researchers from around the world, Doctor Ethan Hunt and I, being from America. Doctor Hunt happened to also be my personal neurologist, giving me constant checkups. Today should hopefully be the last in a series of weekly checkups, and then I will only have to visit him every six months instead.

I cross my fingers for good luck. Three years ago when I was fifteen I got diagnosed with an extraordinary rare form of brain cancer and by all means I shouldn't be alive today, much less healthy. A medical miracle, with 12 malignant tumors growing in my head, pressing against my skull and brain, it's amazing I ascertained my brain functions and I didn't die from the cranial pressure building up in my head; much less the fact that none of my hair fell out during the chemotherapy and that I managed to keep a pretty healthy weight on me. With a total of eight surgeries and several rounds of chemotherapy in a time frame of two years I was cancer free for a year now, thanks to Hunt that is.

Hunt was a medical genius at the age of 32 he had gone through an internal and surgical residency and fellowships in pediatric neurology and neurosurgery. Afterwards he landed himself a job as an attending at Boston's children's hospital, and that's about when he met cancer stricken me.

After the diagnoses and a week in recovery after the first surgery I decided to occupy myself, that's when I paid one of the interns to bring me every medical textbook they had from undergrad through medical school. I started reading because there was nothing else for me to do and before long I had read all of the material, with a photographic memory reading it more than once would have been fruitless. I needed more.

I didn't die by the age of 17, but I did have four more surgeries, and I picked up a lot of knowledge. At this point Hunt and I had grown closer and I had started bugging him to make me his assistant. I argued he was the one keeping me locked up in the place so I couldn't get started on my masters. He argued it was cancer keeping me locked up in the place, with a bit of acting I convinced him otherwise. He said I first had to pass a series of tests. So I took the MCAT, then a final exam for Harvard medical school, finally I took oral boards for neurology, pediatrics, and surgery, in the end he said I passed and agreed to let me follow him around on the promise that I worked hard on my physical therapy, and didn't try to make a break for it.

I got into his research, helped diagnosed patients, helped with my own case, watched surgeries, and helped do basic cases in the ER, technically illegal, but money can always lead to exceptions.

So here I was now, Hunt and I, here on a conference dealing with complex neurological cardiovascular crossover case. You know for the poor son of a bitch with 12 malignant tumors and a history of heart failure or stroke. Being one of Hunts better known cases made it easier for me to come to these kinds of things.

I pulled out my seat settling down, pulling out an apple tart, and laying out my work.

"Hey midget" said Hunt sitting down next to me, putting his briefcase down, and stealing my files.

Let me explain, I am actually tall, being 5'8 for a female in their late teens, Hunt was just a giant. At 6'6 with good hair, and a nice face, Hunt could get any woman he wanted; instead he was married to his work.

"I feel that's an inaccurate assessment Dr. Hunt, but then again I am sure you're aware of my feelings on that subject"

"Whatever you say midget"

"You know in America that statement wouldn't be politically correct?"

"Well it's a good thing I'm not a Politian"

"Yes it is, because I don't work with assholes"

"Touché"

And the usual banter continues.

"So midget, what did you find?"

"Doctor Fujikawa has been working on a new automated external defibrillation machine. His goal is to create one that can bring someone back even after five minutes without a heartbeat."

"Success rate?"

"Low to none"

"Has there been better luck with an internal or transvenous one?"

"Yes there is a 4% increase in lives saved with the internal"

"Okay, next?"

"Doctor Hans is working on creating a better form of anesthesia for patients with higher chances of stoke, that have other defects. It currently has only been tested on rats."

"Ingredients?"

"He is focusing on the use of natural hormones that slowly release so the brain doesn't get a quick rush of melatonin, serotonin, or other neurotransmitters"

For the next 20 minutes I continue my briefing of the other doctor's works, and then cached him up with the paper work that has been done.

Around this time is when the conference began.

You could tell most of the doctors weren't comfortable with me here, seeing that they all constantly gave me looks. Perhaps it was the fact that I was sitting crisscross applesauce style, or the jeans, or the stuffing my face with apple tarts, or the fact I wasn't a doctor. I didn't care though; I thrived off the idea of picking up more knowledge and more ideas.

The conference lasted five hours. Even though I loved the stuff I was ready for it to be done. During it I had taken notes, gathering new ideas, but even I needed a break. I looked over at Hunt, he was barley staying awake.

Hunt of course had done a wonderful job presenting his ideas on minimally invasive brain surgery through the eye. Of course you could thank me for a lot of it seeing that I wrote his speech, made the presentation, and helped him with the original ideas. Or not, whatever floats your boat.

Once we were dismissed we went to the closest medical testing center, two blocks away, and I got a final MRI. Unfortunately those things are loud and take an hour so I sat there reviewing the conference again in my head. Once it was over I was starving. I got out and Hunt and I decided to head straight to the cafeteria. Naturally he was paying.

We sat down in a booth with a great view of the city, and ordered before Hunt pulled out my scans and looked at them. He was silent for a second, before handing me a copy. It was clear, no tumors, no aneurism, and no clots. It was clean, I was clean. Besides for a slightly higher level of brain activity it was completely normal.

"Well we did it, keep you from not dying and now cancer free for a year, not many people can claim fame to that awesome accomplishment."

"Yeah" I said, it was always relieving seeing a clean scan.

We bantered for a bit, reviewed our notes, and prepped for the workhouse we were going to next until our meals came.

That's when something caught my eye on the news. It was the hostage situation from yesterday; apparently the man had died from a heart attack. Not only that but also apparently five well know criminals also had died today in prison, all from the Tokyo area. I asked Hunt what he thought.

"It's a weird world out there kid, that's all I can say"

I nodded and started eating at my tempura again.

"Kid, you don't have to do anything until the trip is over, but you do know you can't stay at the hospital as an inpatient anymore right?"

The last year I was able to get away with it, mainly because all I did was help out at the hospital anyways, and I didn't own much of anything except for a few piles of text books, a duffle bag of clothes, and a laptop computer with iPod. I kept the books in Hunts office, and pretty much slept in the on-call room or Hunts coach.

"I know" I didn't like the idea of moving out of the hospital. It wasn't efficient.

"What about college? If you ever want to get a real MD, you are going to need to finish your masters, and go to medical school."

What was he getting to?

"Your point?"

Hunt stopped eating and looked at me for a minute. He was serious.

"With this Obama Care thing coming up, its hitting us doctors hard, at the moment we don't know if America will be able to organize a proper socialized health care system like Canada's, England's, or Japan's. Yesterday I was offered a job at Kanto Medical Center. And a week ago I was offered another job in Cambridge. I'm not sure if I'm going to take either one, but with the way the government is working, I'm just not sure anymore, you know?"

I took a moment to process what this meant. "So you are leaving Boston?"

"Probably"

"When?"

"Three or four months from now"

I sat there for a minute thinking, if he was gone what was really left for me in Boston? It wasn't like I was going to be able to stay in the hospital anymore, much do any work, and my only friend is close to graduating in a month's time, with that being said she could get a job anywhere, there was no guarantee she would even be in the area.

That leaves me three options, follow Hunt, go there, or start anew.

"I need to think about this" I finally stated honestly.

Hunt nodded and we finished our food in silence.

9:44 pm November 8th

After lunch there was a work shop we attended. After that we went over to the Kanto medical center and took a tour, following one of the attendings on rounds, and then observing a DBS from the gallery. They were very accomplished; I could see Hunt's appeal to moving.

Afterwards we went our separate ways. I went to find one of those ramen stores that Japan boasts about. The meal was surprisingly good. I finished the first bowl before ordering a second, and then pulled out my computer. I started looking around at Tokyo's medical programs at the undergraduate and graduate level, as well as their medical requirements and testing to become a MD. There of course was also the option of just becoming a MD in America and then taking the NBME.

I sighed sipping some of the broth from my second bowl. Stupid Politician's messing things up; I was aware my anger was completely bias but who cares. I had not wanted a lot out of life just a way of keeping myself from being bored, and for me that way was medicine. I had finally found a good niche in the world, and…. I sighed to myself realizing duh I was bored, I wanted to actually do surgery, to diagnose on my own, to come up with my own cure, and following Hunt around at the moment wasn't going to be the answer. I needed to get licensed.

With that I finished my ramen, paying the shop keeper, and asking for some places of local stores, and places to look for entertainment, I was going to give Tokyo a try.

So with that I walked around a bit, still uneasy about the streets, but I stayed in the highly populated portions, purposely paying attention to avoid getting lost, or sidetracked.

I was waiting for a street light to change when I noticed a large television on one of the buildings playing the news. Apparently twenty of the world's most wanted criminals had all died today…. Wait what?

I started watching not paying attention and missing my light. Apparently all twenty of them died of heart attacks. Now that was weird, no not weird, that wasn't accidental, and if it wasn't accidental that could only mean one thing.

"Murder" I whispered under my breath.

Chapter I

November 8th 10:46 pm

I had hailed a cab, and made my way to my hotel quickly after the news report. I headed straight to my bed, plugging in my computer turning it on and began researching.

All twenty were wanted serial killers, all twenty died, spontaneously this afternoon, all from heart attacks.

Heart attacks; was it like the hostage in the daycare center? If someone was killing with heart attacks? Wait, killing with heart attacks, how would someone manage that? Even if they were injecting them with drugs to kill them, but wait the autopsy didn't mention anything to deal with chemicals running though there system. But to have so many dead from natural causes, that wasn't going to happen.

I took out a paper having to organizing my thoughts.

One, I scribbled down, these people were murdered.

Two, they were murder by heart attacks, with no damage done to suggest anything otherwise.

Three, these criminals were all highly wanted; accept for the one in the day care center.

Four there is a slim possibility the day care center incident could have been an accident.

Five all murders accept for the day care incident would have been televised outside of Japan.

Six all murders happened between 3 in the afternoon to seven, gathered from the news report.

Seven all murders happened today accept for the day care incident.

Eight all those murdered were spread out around the world meaning only two things, there was either an organization that was leading this or...

Nine there is a probability of super natural powers at play? Now look at yourself your going crazy. Or am I? You are the chances of someone then how else would all these people be dying of heart attacks? Move on for a minute.

Ten whoever is doing this has a strong sense of justice. Why only kill criminals, unless there are deaths that matched up similarly?

I stopped listing my thoughts to verify this. There were no death's today of major figures that would match up with the criminals, this person was definitely seeking justice. Or a group? Either way if there was a group then there would have to be some ring lead to lead something this huge and that person undoubtedly had a god complex.

I had remembered seeing a patient with a malignant tumor taking up almost half of the space in their skull, balling down on their brain. He was two years older than me and he is what I should have been, close to no brain activity and when he did have someone he was spiteful, mean, and looked down on the world as if he was a divine being. He couldn't be helped with that tumor, so he was sent to a mental intuition so he wouldn't be making noise in the neuro-ward. He died two months later. From what I heard he claimed before he died that he would be the divine leader of his own world. I had also scene similar behavior patterns from a schizophrenic, it's not pretty.

So if this person had a god complex what would that mean? They obviously couldn't be in a high position of power. But if they were that smart they would have to be young, young or bitter. Young could work, having the idealistic sense of justice. Yes that just might do it, but how young is the question? No where under 15, I can't imagine any kid doing something like this, but a teen in general seems highly unlikely. How could a teen get that kind of power? But that question just loops back around to how did these people die in the first place?

Eleven I wrote down, probability of being young 68%.

Twelve probability of being an innovative thinker judgmental personality type. If that was the case then there was a higher probability of the suspect being male.

Finally there was the timing of the news incident; it happened at 5 something in the afternoon, right as people are getting off from work. It seems unlikely if it the killing of the day care suspect was a test that is would happen right after they got back from work. There again anyone can just take a day off, but still I wonder what the probability of them being a student would be due to this information.

I went on like this for hours until my clock read four in the morning. No information could be concluded though, just theories.

Sighing I made another pot of coffee, making this a two all-nighters in a row. I then proceeded to turn the news on. No new killings made, but two more dead bodies announced since yesterday, the kill time was approximately around nine at night, both were heart attacks.

I added the names to the list and did the background check for them as well. They both fit the criteria for the killings.

By the time seven rolled around again in the morning, you had the news anchors joking around about the random luck of it all, and reminding people not to do bad things. I bet that's exactly what he would want, the killer.

Was that his goal, kill the bad guys to get society to be doing good deeds. Wasn't a bad plan, he had some good intentions, what I didn't like about the whole scenario was the fact that I couldn't figure out how the killing went on.

How do you kill with heart attacks, with no drugs to induce them? You can't right? But someone was, that means the only logical thing was no logic at all. But what if the non-logical option was the only thing left? What could that mean?

I allowed myself a moment to consider this. Even if it was highly unrealistic what if the murders were caused from some unnatural force? What if a human gained the ability to kill just by thinking it? It wasn't god, if a god wanted to kill they would have done it eons ago, no this was a human wanting his sense of justice placed upon the people of society.

Then if all of that were to be true it still begs a question why kill with a heart attack? If out of vengeance it would be bloodier, unless a heart attack was the only way to kill? There again have there been any other murders in the area, some kind of tests to kill others….

That's when my eyes grew wide, the truck, what if the truck was a test? Then that would mean that someone there would have had to been.

That's when I stopped. No you aren't going to diverge off topic like this. You are just trying to put yourself in the middle of nothing. You are delusional, you're using this as some way to hide the fact you are still freaked out about what happened two days ago. What you really need is some more coffee, real food, and a shower.

A shower that needs to come first, I was starting to get in a bad habit, and even I have standards.

So I showered, put on my last fresh pair of jeans and a tee shirt and my second lab coat, because the other was dirty. I had been in Tokyo for a week already, it was time to do some laundry.

I put my laundry in a duffle grabbed my backpack, and my iPod. Putting my music on, I walked down to the hotel buffet bar, getting a mix of western and eastern food for breakfast. I ate while reading over my actual work. The stuff I needed to know for the second workshop this afternoon. Also there was going to be a case of rare conjoined twins coming in, sharing a heart, and being also attached by the head. So I needed to review the procedure notes.

After I ate my fill, I made my way to the laundry store a few blocks down. If I was going to consider living in Tokyo I was going to learn all I could.

So as my laundry was getting washed and after I reviewed everything I had, and jotted down some notes that left me to my own devices, which lead once again to my own absurdities. But what if there was a reversal to the heart attacks?

DAMN IT ME! Why do I keep coming back to this?

I used my iPod, connecting it to the laundries wifi, starting to look up advanced cardiac research.

Forty-two minutes later, and nothing in use comes up. My laundry is clean though, so I put it in the duffel and drop it off at the hotel. I then made my way quickly back out and decided to head to the hospital early.

If it wasn't for the fact I had a pass there was going to be no chance I was going to make it past the lobby without Hunt. The pass was double check by hospital security and I was let in. Instead of heading straight to the Neuro-wing like I normally would I made a detour to cardiology.

Most of them where ass's, that's what Cardiologist, Neurologists, and Transplant doctors normally held in common. It was probably the fact they were all brilliant and knew it too. They let the fact human lives were in their hands, and let it get the better of them. Kind of like the murderer in away. Now that's funny I wonder what would lead the murderer and surgeons to such a similar state of mind, god complexes.

Before I could think more on that I found who I was looking for Doctor Fujikawa. Internal specialist in cardiology as well as a certified cardiothoracic surgeon, he was kind of like the Hunt of cardiology Japanese style with an extra twenty years of age added on the side.

"Konichiwa Fujikawa-sensei, I'm Hunt's intern, maybe you remember me from the meeting?" I said in Japanese.

Fujikawa looked up from his desk, blinking for a moment before a hint of recognition hit his face. "Yes, you're the patient who had the twelve malignant tumors in their brain, and survived with little more than a few psychological scars."

"I have to admit I haven't heard someone so blunt before, but yes, you are correct with that."

"Well Holtz-chan you might not know this yet, but most of us in the medical world don't have time to waste."

Not surprising, but it would help him having that kind of attitude.

"I understand that very much Fujikawa–domo, that's why I am going to be quick with my reasons for coming here"

I took a deep breath before I began. "Is it true you did the autopsy on Otoharada Kurou?"

Fujikawa was interested. "Yes, normally someone else would do it, but seeing that it was such a special case."

"In that case would you mind telling me what his heart looked like after he died?"

"That's classified information Holtz-chan"

"It wasn't a normal heart attack was it?"

"What is your reasoning for that hypothesis?"

"That's classified, Fujikawa-sama"

Fujikawa sighed before standing up "I can't tell you anything but" he pointed slowly towards a jar sitting on his desk, the heart looked perfect. My question was why it wasn't being used for a transplant.

"That might be the heart of Otoharada, and it might also be completely perfect except for one broken vessel, that could only be described as combusted. Does that answer your question Holtz-chan?"

My mind was racing a mile per minute

"Arigato Fujikawa-sensei"

"I will see you at the meeting Holtz-chan?"

"Hai"

"Then goodbye"

"Yoi ichi-nichi o sugosu" (have a good day)

And with that I left.

My next stop before the workshop was the medical library that was part of the neuroscience institute of research. Even though its focus was neurology, there still were sections about the heart.

I spent the next two hours shorting through information. Only a few cases have ever been found with this form of heart attack, and almost none have been recorded in detail. The one thing they all had in common was the fact all the people had been healthy and hypothetically would have had years of live ahead of them.

I sighed before putting up all the books I took out. The work shop was going to start in forty minutes and I needed more coffee and sugar if I wasn't going to pass out. I was leaving the library when it hit me, should I tell him? He would be dying for a chance like this one, and the information that could be unlocked. I shook my head, not yet, and anyways the chances are that in a few days he'll have it figured out anyways.

I made my way out of the library, I would tell him later if more happened.

November 9th 3:21 am

I had grabbed food, and attended the workshop with Hunt. Afterwards I got to experience the fascinating experience of observing conjoined twins. It's amazing to see what can happen in biology, what should have been two normal babies were turned into a medical disaster due to a small malfunction in the cell cycle process calling such a huge ripple effect of issues.

The case in front of us was huge, similar to the Binder twin's case that made Ben Carson famous, conjoined at the head, but also the heart, being the tricky part. There were separate hearts but the wall's had fused. The estimated time was sixty-two hours, thirty five less than the Shrestha twins, and hopefully more successful.

I unfortunately was to have no part in it, but Hunt was, and where Hunt goes I got to go. So there was going to be room for me in the gallery.

After this exciting meeting I went back to the hotel and actually fell asleep. That's what brings me here.

I was making my way to the lobby looking for some form of food. There again I feel like that's pretty much all I did now a days. Work and eat. Sigh, it seemed depressing, but I loved my work. Face it you're as bad as Hunt. I know self, I know.

At food can be the answer a lot of the time. Except for why these people keep dying, and how the killer kills them.

Well never mind I'm pretty sure why, who and how are the better questions. It's bothering right? How they die with no explanation, but for whatever reason I just feel like there might be something important there underneath it. Sigh maybe I am just going insane. There again waking up because of nightmares about being raped isn't a necessarily normal thing.

I found the kitchen and because the hotel I was staying at was five stars they had people working 24/7. I asked if I could get cake and hot chocolate, at this hour I just wanted comfort.

I sat brooding over the idea of a reversal. If these forms of heart attacks where actually caused by something super natural, or even if they weren't was there a reverse process that could in turn help save lives? Or maybe some way of neutralizing the attacks, helping the victim survive. So many things in the human body are interrelated; I wonder if there is something out there that could prevent it? I wonder if the killer has even thought about the possibilities, if they even exist.

The cake came; it was triple chocolate with fudge icing on top. With hot chocolate, it made me a happier person.

I sat there happy for a moment taking slow bits out of my cake when I decided to give my only friend a call.

"Hey how are you?" I asked. It was three in the afternoon her time, she should be up.

"I'm great and all my dear friend of mine who hasn't bothered to call in how long?"

"Five and a half days?"

"Exactly"

"Look Lexie, I'm sorry but a lot has happened the last few days?"

"A lot what?"

So I told her.

"I'm coming over there right now"

"Lexie your exams are three weeks from now, I'll be back by then to see you graduate"

"You almost got raped"

"But I didn't?"

"Are you a masochist?"

"Only unintentionally"

"I'm not okay with this"

"That's alright but I need a favor first"

"It's enough of a favor asking me not to drag you back to the states this very second! Much less moving without me?! How dare you!"

"I'm sorry?"

"That's right you better be sorry!"

"I just didn't want you to feel obligated"

I could hear her sigh on the other side of the phone "I know." There was a pause before she sighed "Okay so what do you want me to hack?"

"How did you know I wanted you to hack something?"

"I'm a computer genius, and you're good with computers you can do about anything except writing code and advanced hacking. With that in mind I highly doubt form the events of the last few days you want a program for something so tell me what's it going to be?

"Lexie, by any chance do you have the ability to hack into one of the most guarded computers of all time?"

"The president's?"

"L's"

"And tell my why my dear friend do you want me to hack into the world's greatest detectives' computer?"

"Because I'm bored and I think there is a chance of saving millions of perspective lives?"

There was silence on the other side of the phone for a minute.

"The chance of success is fifty-four percent. To do it I want to be in another area, preferably another country, and I want a different computer, you're asking me to pull out the big guns you realize. I'm asking you to pay upfront for the travel expenses and the tech, I want to know what you are looking for, I want to know why, and I want to know when."

"The next week or two, I want to look at all of his files, I want you to also leave a note, do you think you can do it?"

"You couldn't just want to change things up in the political scheme couldn't you?"

"It's never interested me"

"Ditto, Sigh, so what country?"

"Japan, I wish to make my intention oblivious"

"Then why the hell were you complaining about me coming there in the first place?!"

"Because I wanted you to finish studying first"

"You're annoying me right now"

"So it's a yes?"

"I'll be there by the 12th"

"Thanks friend"

"You're taking me shopping as soon as I get there!"

"Do I have to?"

A rapid burst of French cursing came from the other side of the phone.

"Okay" I consented.

With that we said our goodbyes.

I grabbed a cup of coffee then headed up back to my room.

I sat down and then started to type; compiling a letter to him.

"So I know it's been a while, but as you know I survived cancer. There again I have noticed a few tabs on me, subtle, nice. So anyways the reason I am making contact after all these years is to alert you of a pattern of occurring murders. Below I'll list what I think might be happening. I can already assume that you are aware of most of this but I wanted to add a piece of thought. Is there a way for these heart attacks to be linked to saving lives? Hope you are well and say hello to everyone- E"

I added everything I had thought of before closing my computer. I would edit it later.

I then was about to call it a night and sleep for a few more hours when my phone rang, it was an unidentified caller.

"Moshi Moshi?" I asked, thinking it could be Lexie again.

"You need to keep your identity hidden" said the speaker in English.

With that the phone hung up and I was left to another sleepless night. He had moved first it seemed.

Omake

So I laughed; my vision blurring. At first I thought it was the tears from the laughter, or maybe the tears from the pitiful sadness that consumed every inch of my being. It was a few seconds later, after I felt some kind of pressure on my knee's that I realized it was vertigo, and that I was about to promptly pass out.

Oh well, maybe I will get lucky enough for this just to end here, so I can die in my own self-pity without getting those degrading looks from outside viewers. Yes that would be nice.

But just as I was about to fall face forward into the ground, I felt a pressure of something ramming into me. I hit the ground with full force, and rolled over a few times. It took me a second to catch my breath before I was strong enough to look up, that's when I saw the weirdest creature I had ever seen. He was pale, like that Edward Cullen guy, with dark hair instead, and was hunched over in a ball.

"MY PRECIOUS" the creature cooed over and over again. In its hand was a cupcake, with chocolate icing on top, in the path of where I was going to fall. He slowly dipped his finger slowly in the icing before pulling it up and slowly licking it.

Without a second thought I got up and started walking. I could find some other place to end my existence.