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- This is a POV (Point of View) based story.
- Bold Font in Dialogue (For Beyond Birthday) is associated to the Shinigami attached to him.
- References to A are all created by a third party. He was given the name Accurate.
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CASE FILE: BEYOND THE LIMIT
Log #2: L LAWLIET - NOSTALGIA_
Things had become more unsettling throughout the course of taking on the Kira Investigation. Though his deductions on the array of crimes fell to par on a single suspect - there was nothing physical to provide a proper verdict. This very fact was upon reason for his sluggish disposition. Day in and out, watching upon the HD LCD screen recordings of a young male taken into apprehension along side a female second party whom was displayed on a different set of videos, not a wink of evidence surfaced. To his dismay, he had to release them as he promised. Giving them a fair deal of distance so he could search new ground and find leads for the investigation, his motivation seemed a bit slurred. Right back down to the end, he found himself peering those videos on repeat, once more.
Silence lingered the dark room upon the exception of rolling tapes. The white noise filtered the venue like a muse of a lullaby. Yet the Sloth's eyes seemed restless; he wasn't truly capable of having a decent amount of sleep; even when he did attempt, it hadn't last too long. His mind was always spurring in the midst of something. A thought here, a theory there. Did Shinigami truly exist? Why play folly of the people in such a way? No - this was all the acts of a spoiled child who wanted to play God. End of story. Yet ... somehow, he desired to get a better understanding of it all. His body urged for knowledge. The fact of the unknown peaked his interests more and more even to the point his preferred posture of sitting became even relevant in the form from which he attempted slumber. This case was really getting to him.
His cheek planted on the base of folded legs, enveloped between the knuckled of the palms whom laid rest at his knees. Lips mildly open as a comfortable means to breathe. And then a light flickered on his laptop, triggering the sleep mode to cease. Dark orbs slightly parted, peering at the notification of his computer screen through a dense forest of black lashes and bangs. In a lofty grunt, the male rose to sit upright, leaving his undivided attention to the machine. Extending a hand with a poked out index, the gesture of a pressed ENTER key came upon a black screen with words of white displayed:
B is dead. May we grieve his loss together...
The cursor danced behind that message, rendering the detective with the impulse to expect something more from it. Nothing came to follow. The silence thickened even further now with the dying of the videos that previously played. Now, left in the darkness with that one lit screen, dark hues fixated on the screen with an even more empty feeling in his heart. He couldn't comprehend it, nor did he know how to respond to it - his stubborn denial could have been the cause. No, it was probably something deeper: out of everything they had been through, he never fully got the chance to sit down with him and ask 'why?'.
This countenance of the detective didn't seem all that well, at this time. With all the progress he had been through in his experience working with the task force, he seemed to seclude himself twice as quickly upon the single monitoring of that letter. He would be sure to gather detail on the death later on, from the prison the deceased had been designated.
Days went in and the report had been retrieved and set between his fingertips. Pinching the edges of the paper and raising upward over his head, making sure to not lose any detail.
"The body was torn to shreds...?" He almost spoke aloud to himself, thinking of questioning the people whom committed the autopsy. Something had to show. His denial kept pushing him - musing for some reason to investigate but he halted himself once seeing the possibility of cardiac arrest before said incident. Could it have been Kira? Such a shocking coincidence it were to fall during this time. Sheer luck ... or sheer genius. It is true Kira could control the criminal within reasonable bounds before killing them; was this another case? Was there anything left behind? No other useful information was presented in the report, leaving him empty of leads. He bit down on his nail, clenching his teeth to a grind. He was stumped. All he could do was assume this were the case just from that single prompt: Cardiac Arrest.
Keeping close tabs on activity of that prison in correspondence to the Kira case, he spent most of that week seeing if there were any relevance, requesting for any surveillance videos of the prison to be delivered to him upon request.
As means to spark up his inspiration once more, Watari came over with a tray of sweets, decorating the table before the slumped detective. Needless to say - something did spark. The male leaned in concentration upon a single cup of cubed sugars. Silently in his own little world, he went about stacking them, trying to reach new heights. Compulsive on this act, he hunched in a little closer, heels lifting from the comfortable cushion of the leather chair. Almost there...
"RYUZAKI!"
And then a tumbling occurred. The ivory cubes chimed against the saucer and edge of his coffee cup, breaking his concentration. Blinking a couple times at his fallen tower, he looked up to a task force member by the name of Aizawa. His eyes wide and doll-like, the male tilted his head heavily to the side. "Yes? What can I do for you, Aizawa?"
The male motioned towards the remote and turned it onto a local news channel to reveal a story of a horrendous murder; a dismemberment of a young male's body with bizarre items left behind on the scene: one being a bag lodged between the corpse's teeth full with an assortment of something that the gore somewhat hindered and a single notice.
Bewildered by this, the detective leaped from his seat. The recoil of his pushing up in such haste caused the leather seat to roll back a couple feet. "Hmmm..." This was not Kira's doing, definitely a criminal. The method of the kill seemed nostalgic to him: not the dismemberment, but the bag positioned so inviting into the victim's mouth. He could not be sure of it until he taken a look of the note from which the NPA confiscated from the crime scene along with the body.
Much like an answer to his suspenseful prayer, Chief Yagami entered the room holding the note that made the prodigy yearn so. Gesturing out a pale hand, he taken a hold of the note and read it through. Eyes widened slowly with a weakly dispatched gasp of breath. This alarmed the Task Force members that were currently in the room with him, as the Detective known as L went on rambling something to himself.
He knew who it was, but he couldn't let that news go public. From what the media knows from time lapsed, Beyond Birthday is dead. If he came out and stated this was not the case, that would cause a commotion in the city. It seemed planned for L himself to have to go it on his own this time - a battle of minds. He was going to get just that. Slowly dragging his feet, proceeding to the doorway, the male peered over his shoulder to Chief Yagami, leaving him with a simple order before he made his way to prepare himself:
"I leave the Kira Investigation in your initiative for now, I have something to do."
Log #2: END_
