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The cancer was in remission. The transplant earlier in the year was a great success, but he couldn't bear to listen to the orders of the doctor. He loved fine wine.

He sipped it as L came into the room, wearing only a towel, and dragging Light on his chain.

"Any progress on the Yotsuba case?" L said, wringing his wet hair onto the floor.

"No, not really" Aiber poured himself another glass of Mont Blanc. "How does one go around infiltrating a multinational company? Ah yes, you mentioned Eraldo Coil earlier. The Eraldo Coil you defeated. The Eraldo Coil who's sitting here right now drinking some of the greatest wines his home country has to offer. Tell you what, L, with your blessing, I'll use my old identity to crash their party and expose Kira" L tried to reply, but Light was pulling on the chain and he had to leave, saying "sorry, Aiber-san. Light-kun wants me, I think"

While L and Light were back in the bathroom, Aiber began to read a magazine on the table. In it was an interview with the Japanese-born French designer Pierre Sada. The man who designed the suit that Aiber was wearing on that particular day- a bold leafy green three-piece striped with an early-summer lighter shade, or vice versa, seeing as the stripes were the same width. The frilled pink shirt with the massive collar had been bought from Iroi Brothers , and the platforms from Beaumont and Saxz of Paris. All these clothes were the product of the money he made as a conman, and the wealth was another reason he just couldn't quit being one. He had a house in the outskirts of Paris, sent his children to an expensive private school and would sometimes hire young Japanese twinks to jack him off for a good twenty thousand yen each.

The two young men returned.

"It's settled" L said with his free thumb in his mouth. "You will work under the pesudonym Eraldo Coil and give Yotsuba expensive offers to make yourself show your face. I guarantee you will not be killed by Kira... Thierry Morello. And please, try to dress normally when infiltrating Yotsuba. You stand out like a sore thumb in those clothes"

"Many people enjoy the comfort of old-styled clothing, L. I'm not the only one" Aiber poured even more wine.

"You have to accept that Yotsuba is a formal company. They wouldn't take anyone who wears... checked trousers, velvet jackets and platform boots among other things that I have seen. This means contemporary officewear."

How could this man humiliate his fashion sense when all he wore were jeans and a T-shirt, which were, quite frankly, beginning to reek. Aiber himself wore beautiful-smelling cologne-

"And please don't wear that cologne. I almost choked when you came into the office this morning"

That night was a trial run for Aiber's new fashion sense. He changed out of the purple velvet jacket and black silk trousers he had been wearing at Misa's party and into a duplicate of Matsuda's clothes, complete with awful wig. He was made to lay on the ground while Matsuda, acting as Misa's manager, faked his own death. Nobody saw who the "corpse" really was, but Aiber probably hated the feel of modern-styled clothing more than he did playing a dead person. As the doctors tried to resucitate a dummy version of Matsuda, he walked out of the hospital wearing the clothes that he insisted be packed into the ambulance for him to change into when he was switched with the lifeless model, the ones he had had on at the party. He came back into the apartment, making the halfassed excuse of having to babysit some kids, only to find everyone crying. He moaned a comical "ohhhh noooo!" upon being told of what had happened, and finally went back to his hotel room.

Aiber was the world's greatest conman, but as far as method acting went, he was in the village drama group.