AN: Chapter two. Wow! I am terrible about multiple chapter stories, I rarely update them, but I'm feeling good about this one. Mostly because I have the entire thing plotted out. At least in my mind. Chapter three is giving me a bit of trouble, though... I like to update once I have the next chapter completed. I had two done, so I posted one, excetera. However, I can't say how long number three will take me, and I don't want to keep my readers waiting too long if I can help it. You all might lose interest! So, read and enjoy chapter two! I promise to do my best on the next one!
The Night has a Thousand Eyes
Two men sat on the floor of the dingy apartment. Two laptops and one desktop computer were arranged in front of them, all of them running. On the laptop to the left, a picture of a pretty Japanese man could clearly be seen. The other two screens glowed with documents and files, presumably of the same man.
One of the young men peering at the screens had unruly black hair. He was the same man who left the cafe with a photograph recently. He looked very plain and common, but he was in fact L.
L was known in a very select circle of people. He was the world's greatest killer-for-hire. Police agencies around the world had warrants for his arrest out. Underground agencies, such as the mafia and the Yakuza, also knew of him, as did many government officials and some wealthier people. People who could afford the fee he charged for his services. All of these people spoke his name with a measure of fear and respect. No one had ever survived for more than seven days once L was after them.
L had never been caught. No evidence was ever left at the scenes of his hits. It was rumored that he was a ghost; no one had ever seen him before.
In reality, many people had seen him. They just didn't know who he was. Only three people in the entire world could connect the name of L to his face. Two of those men were recently in a cafe with him, speaking of a young Japanese detective. Watari and Roger.
The other person was currently sitting right next to L. He was a young man, younger than L and probably no older than twenty. He yawned and stretched his arms over his head before adjusting the ski goggles he wore.
"Light Yagami, age twenty-three, male, IQ of 139." Matt gave a low whistle of approval "Almost as intelligent as you are, L. Member of the National Police Agency, stationed in Tokyo. The Kanto region. Officially has solved forty-seven cases dealing with drugs, prostitution, and gangs. Most likely a few dealing with the Yakuza. Unofficially, it seems as if he has been helping the NPA solve cases for years. Impressive. And he's very pretty."
L brought his thumb up to his lips. "Raito. His name would be pronounced Raito."
The other man rolled his eyes. "Don't see why. It says Light. L-i-g-h-t."
"Matt, I do not believe I am up to the task of explaining Japanese linguistics to you at the moment."
Matt, world class hacker and almost as legendary as the man crouched next to him, sighed in irritation. "Whatever." He took a long drag off of a cigarette he was holding in his hand. "The NPA was easy to hack into, as was the guy's college. Though it was kind of hard to pin his face to his name. It's spelled weird. Using the kanji 'tsuki.' But not that much of a problem."
L shot Matt a sideways glance. "I had faith in your ability to find him."
"Ch. 'Course you did. Wonder who sent the hit out on him?" Matt stretched again and flopped onto his back.
"The Yakuza, of course. He has been interfering with their business."
"Poor guy." Blue eyes gazed up at the ceiling. "You really gonna off him? He's just doing his job."
L remained impassive. He stood from his crouch. "He is doing his job too well, one could argue. But you know that I never question my orders. A hit is a hit, regardless of how law-abiding or not the person is."
"Cold-hearted bastard." Another puff of smoke was released from the hacker's mouth. "Soo... Japan, huh? Never been."
"Hm." The black-haired man shuffled towards a refrigerator and retrieved a piece of cheesecake. "Are you insinuating that you would like to travel with me, then?"
Matt sat up quickly and nearly dropped his cigarette. "Inviting me to Japan with ya?"
"No."
Matt flopped down once again. "Get a man's hopes up, why don't ya?"
L smiled a little pixie grin. "I am offering you a job which requires you to be in Japan with me. Surveillance. I have a feeling that this will be an interesting case, if Raito's files are anything to go by."
Target confirmed.
