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Chapter 2
L looked up as he heard a faint but firm knock on the door. Watari entered the room, carrying a tray of sweets and a pot of freshly brewed tea. He placed the tray on the table and picked up the empty plates.
L twitched a non-existent eyebrow as he stared at a slice of strawberry cheesecake. He plucked the strawberry off the blob of cream with a finger and thumb and slowly raised it to his lips. To ask or not to ask...? While Watari had been busy in the kitchen, L had been pondering the question. Should he just ignore the message and dismiss it as a prank, or unleash a full investigation on the threat? He bit down on the fruit and chewed thoughtfully. He was 68% sure that it was a harmless message. Nothing bad could come out of it, right?
He glanced up at Watari. The old man smiled knowingly and said, "XX University. It is in fact only a few minutes away."
L closed his eyes and nodded. He stood up and wiped his hand on his shirt, earning a frown from Watari. The old man shook his head in amusement and made his way back into the kitchen. L grinned cheekily and walked to the window and peered outside, watching a bird hop around a nearby rooftop. The rain had stopped and weak beams of sunlight shone down on the buildings. He would just wait and watch for now.
He walked back to the laptop, satisfied. Pouring himself a cup of tea, he scrolled down the list of cases again, catching sight of a mildly interesting one. He skimmed over the brief summary.
Murderer who leaves no trace of ever being there and no marks on the bodies whatsoever…except for the heart shape burnt onto the left side of the victim's neck.
There had been 29 victims already and by the look of it, the numbers were slowly increasing. It seemed that the murders had started years ago, but the police had dropped it when they couldn't find the culprit, or any evidence whatsoever. He rolled his eyes internally. Hopeless fools. The murders had stopped for a few years and started up again recently. L nibbled on his thumb again. How curious.
Shara grimaced into the full length mirror, harshly yanking a brush through the tangles in her hair. She growled when a tooth broke off the brush and she threw it at the wall in frustration. She could hear Hayate snickering from outside the door, and she sighed, rummaging through the drawers for another brush. Giving up, she slammed the drawers shut and ran her fingers through her hair in a vain attempt to smooth it out.
The door creaked open and in came Hayate, with his perfectly tousled locks. He covered his mouth to suppress his violent laughter. Shara's hair stuck out in all directions, and they were bunched up in knots on some places. Shara growled again and lightly punched his arm.
"Not everyone wakes up with naturally attractive hair," she grumbled, eyeing the top of his head.
"Aha! But most people don't wake up with their hair looking like a bird's nest. You should cut it," he said, mimicking her tone of voice.
Slowly, Hayate's mad giggles diminished into slight chuckles here and there. He pushed her down onto a chair and fished a brush out of his pocket. Shara looked at the brush suspiciously.
"Why do you keep a brush in your pocket?" she said after a few minutes. She fought the urge to laugh and instead watched him in the mirror as he continued to gently pull the brush through the knots in her hair.
Hayate felt a droplet of sweat roll down his face. He stopped brushing and scratched the back of his neck sheepishly.
"Ahh…That…you don't want to know!" He hurriedly blurted, eyes darting around for a distraction. "We're gonna be late for school!"
He dropped the brush in Shara's lap and scampered out of the room before she could open her mouth and mention his blushing face. She grinned, picking up the brush and placing it on the table. He would probably need it later. She walked to her bed and shrugged off her pyjamas, picking up a light pink shirt. Frowning at it, she swapped it for a black button-up shirt and poked her arms through the sleeves. Hastily, she also pulled on a pair of jeans. Running her fingers through her hair again, she draped it so that it fell over her shoulders. It effectively covered her neck. Shara sighed and absent-mindedly touched the heart-shaped birthmark on the left side. It had been there for as long as she remembered, and she wasn't quite sure if it even was a birthmark. She shook herself out of her thoughts. Blowing back her fringe, she slung a backpack over her shoulders and made her way downstairs.
Hayate was waiting at the door with his hands shoved deep in his pockets. He shoved an apple into her hand and glared at her.
"We're late," he sighed.
After half an hour of dodging traffic and pushing through crowds, they arrived at XX University. An angry professor greeted them, shaking his fist and spluttering with a red face. He gave them a thorough lecture on the importance of being punctual and sent them off to class with a loud bark of, "Detention!" It wasn't the first time that had happened and both Shara and Hayate knew it wasn't going to be the last either.
Class was tedious. It mostly involved the teacher droning on about various civil wars, and the occasional paper aeroplane floating around the classroom. It wasn't middle school, but it felt like most of the people excluding the teacher had turned back into kids.
Shara sat at the very back, watching the traffic on the busy roads, and thinking about the challenge she had given L. She was quite intelligent, not like the smartest student in the university, but still well above average. She had planned, and planned again. Her objective was to work with L. She wanted him to notice her as someone who had potential to become a great detective like him, possibly even better. She wanted to challenge the detective and his number one position. Shara clenched her teeth. It would take effort…a lot of effort. And perhaps many years to achieve.
Secretly though, there was another reason. But it was lodged so far back in her childhood memories that her mind counted it as forgotten.
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