?'s POV (female 1):

I sat in the cafeteria, head resting on the smooth, sleek surface of the black rectangle table, only half-heartedly listening as one of the headmasters gave out instructions.

"This is simply a survey. Its purpose is to see on which side you will be placed. Don't worry about any of this information being used or held against you in any regards. Only Mr. Ryuga and myself, as the headmasters, will read each student's paper. Afterwards, they will be promptly disposed of."

I scoffed. This guy couldn't be older than me, yet he's a teacher? There's something fishy here. And no death date? He had a Death Note? Scanning the room, I wasn't able to spot his Shinigami anywhere.

My golden eyes zeroed in on his head. Moon Yagami. The man passing out the papers had scuff on his cheeks and chin, as if he hadn't slept properly in days. His name was Sorichiro Yagami.

Huh, relatives. How boring.

A packet landed with a dull 'thud' in front of me. I glanced up irritated at the older man. Either he didn't notice my disgust or chose to ignore it, because he simply continued on with his task.

I hate humans.

Ruffling my black hair that was cut into a short pixie cut, I set to work filling out my name: Vanitas Ventus.

?'s POV (male):

I looked dumbly at the questions. This was NOT what I had been expecting.

Instead of the usual, 'How do you like school?' 'What's your favorite class?' and 'Do you make good grades?' odder letters stared back at my confused sea-blue orbs.

'Do you support Kira?' 'Dou you condone Kira?' 'Would you like to become a detective?'

I sighed deeply. In all honesty, it DIDN'T surprise me. This school had Kira literally in its name. What were the correct answers? Did they like him here? If so, then I am thoroughly screwed.

Ever since I dug into the Kira Case, I'd been silently routing for L. Justice or not, killing is still ending a human being's life. Who knows if the convicts wanted to turn over a new leaf, start anew once out of prison?

Besides, based on the rate in which L had learned where the killer was –here in the Kanto in Japan- and proved he wasn't an all-powerful god, he was bound to find him within this decade, if not much sooner. You know, if he and the Task Force don't get killed first.

I, personally, would do ANYTHING to stop such a person within a reasonable standard. Maybe a few morals violated here and there, but there was hardly a limit on what was necessary at this point. To catch a murderer, one has to step into their world and mindsets without losing themselves in the process.

Do I support Kira? No. Condemn him? Yes. Want to be a cop? Hell no. Detective? Most likely.

Detective Kommie does have a nice ring to it…

Kitkat's POV:

I answered all the questions as honestly as I possibly could.

'Does your family support Kira?'

Yes.

'Do you support Kira?'

Fuck no.

'Do you condemn Kira?'

Definitely.

'Would you like to become a detective/cop?'

Um... Skip!

'Do you agree with Kira's ideals?'

Never in a million years.

'Would you ever help Kira?'

Oh, totally! … Barf!

'Are you neutral?'

Don't the previous questions cover this?

'Do you consider yourself cunning?'

Hm… I'm gonna say no. Can't have them eyeballing me 24/7, can I?

'Are you good at deductions?'

Am I the only one who thinks these questions are sketchy?

'On a scale of 1-100, how would others rate your intellectual thinking and rationalizations?'

Who needs to know this, the FBI? This sounds like some kind of Paper Interrogation. Can I report this? What IS this place?

Now I'm starting to really get into my 'Imustsolvethismysterybeforeit-eatsmeawayinsideifIdon't' mode. First things first: I have to set up contact with the outside world. Time to set plan 'Feign Ignorance' into motion.