--Death Note: Kira's Successor--
--If the cause of death is written within 40 seconds of writing the person's name, it will happen.
--If the cause of death is not specified, the person will simply die of a heart attack.
--After writing the cause of death, details of the death should be written in the next 6 minutes and 40 seconds.
--Stage 2: Documents and Coffee Mugs--
1:30am
In a far distant building, in an isolated room; a single figure is laying on the floor. Dead? No, he is merely laying there.
His hair is black, messy; his clothes are unkempt and consisted of a black sweater and black pants. His skin itself was mildly pale, and his face gave of a message of eternal boredom. His eyes were, unsurprisingly, black.
The light from the room shines from a mass of screens at the front of this dark room. One of the screens beeped, and a large "L" appeared.
Suddenly another soft note and a text box appeared. Words starting appearing, as if typed by an unknown source. The letters remain the only moving thing in the room.
"L: This is not L. L has been confirmed dead. We are investigating, but we believe it was merely an accident. L died of a heart attack. In light of this, we wish for you to become the new successor to L. Kindly respond immediately."
The boy on the floor slowly grabbed the mugged, raised his head (with it's huge mass of black hair and all), and walked towards the screen. He quickly read the words and slammed the mug onto a desk that also contained a laptop. He stretched and peered into the swirling darkness that was contained in his mug.
It's a shame that Nate had to go so soon. And I was beginning to enjoy him as an friend. Well, I won't be completely alone.....
The boy, called K, suddenly began his reply. Only moments later, he sent back his own message.
"K: This is K. I have read your message and understand. L died of a heart attack, according to you. So that makes me the successor. I do not wish to take on the alias of L, as I will not need it. But I will accept his position as head of world wide investigations. In any event, L died of a heart attack. It is strange, since just yesterday, Robert Mudirch, the CEO of ListiancCorp. died of a heart attack on live TV. Coincidence? Perhaps. I am inclined to think that this is far beyond chance, but we should take coincidence into account. However, this can hardly be called coincidence. Mudirch was a horrid human, with no regard for others whatsoever. Perhaps, this killer, if indeed there is one, believes that this world is better without one like Mudirch. Then, suppose the killer sympathizes with Kira's old ideals of a better world. It is the old Kira belief all over again. Soon enough, we will have mass murder on our hands. And mindless leeches will start calling Kira 'god'."
The boy--no, the Kid used lowercase when writing "god" intentionally.
Kira could not be called a God. He does not deserve the title of such reverence. He was merely a cowardice celebrity; power hungry. And he obtained that power he so desired.
Now let's see if those old detectives can catch my bait.
The kid waited for a reply. He waited far longer then he made them wait.
Do they have to discuss this for this long? Something this trivial shouldn't require such discussion.
The kid waited, and when "L" finally responded, a quick glance of excitement flashed across his face. K's face.
He quickly read the message; when done, a small grin was slit across his face.
"L: Once again, this not L, just the investigations team. We have read your response, and have discussed the matter. We have agreed that you be the practical successor to L, but only in position. We have also agreed that you investigate this case if another person should die of a heart attack. If some else dies of a heart attack, we want you to investigate. Particularly if that person is a criminal or a prominent person who has committed some sort of harm. Kindly respond immediately."
The message ended abruptly. K read it again.
So they have no idea who this new murderer might be? Very well then, I'll give them one last clue. After that.....Coffee.
As he typed, K could not help but drink one--no, two--three!-- sips of coffee from his black mug.
The message was concise and quite to the point, it subtley sent a tone of impatient-ness, so that those "old detectives" would let him drink coffee and work.
"K: This is K, as you know. I thank you for allowing me the......luxury of this case. I have confirmed one thing, the rest is speculation. I have confirmed that L's death, and Mudirch's death are not related. Send me all the profiles of anyone whom dies an accidental or natural death and is a criminal or a powerful human."
This message should give them all they want me to say....and indirectly let them know that I am impatient right now.
With that, K click a switch on the keyboard of the laptop, and the text box closed. He then took a few more long sips of coffee and opened another window on the keyboard. It was a document.
An hour after K's conversation with the "L team".
Footsteps. From his line of sight, the walking figure could see the door to the room. He thought of the case as he walked.
K.....Will you take over as L? If you do, you will face a surprise, lurking as me!
This figure walking was only known as Blank. That was his nickname. Blank. He wore a white shirt, torn in various places. His shorts were red, torn in various places as well. As he walked, his spiky blood-red hair swiveled. He knew that K would be down this hall.
In that glowing room, illuminated by the screens.
No doubt he would be laying on the floor, probably drinking coffee.
Blank walked swiftly, and reached the end of the gray corridor. He turned back, he could see the various doors leading to other glowing rooms.
He punched a seven digit code into the keypad at the doorknob, and pressed "enter". The green "*"s flashed immensely fast, seven times.
"Password accepted", thought Blank.
He then pressed another code, this one six digits. The green numbers flashed six times, accepted.
The door's hinges loosened, and Blank stepped near the door. It slid open quickly.
From the desk, K could see Blank's body slide into view.
He pressed a switch on the laptop and closed it. He then grabbed his coffee mug and turned to face Blank, who was in front of him now.
"So nice to see you, Blank." He said stiffly. It was nice to see another actual human after a week of working....But Blank?
"Hello, Kid." Blank replied, without a tone of insult. "Kid" was in fact K's nick name.
The dark haired Kid peered at Blank and smiled, an insulting grin.
Blank grimaced at this.....grin.
"What could be so funny?" He demanded.
Kid looked into Blank's eyes.
"It's just....L is dead, and I'm his replacement." Kid said the words so swiftly; knowing it sounded like a taunt.
Blank's face shone a smile. But he quickly regained his usual grimace.
"Interesting. That was funny to you?! I should have knew that you would be the successor, but I still can't help but feel....." He trailed of.
Kid helped quicken the conversation, "envious? You feel envious, right?" Blank nodded and Kid continued. "Well, I should hope that this envious feeling will pass by you. I want you to be my partner when I act as L. You will be right beside me, helping the investigation."
Blank chuckled. He patted Kid on the head; this felt like an insult to Kid.
"Second in command? Me? I'm sorry but....I will not be second in command to you. You.....little KID. I'm far older, more experienced, and you're in charge." He shook his head, this was an outrage!
Kid grinned yet again. "If you wish, I guess we shall work apart. I shall miss your presence, but we shall part ways on investigations from here on."
Blank patted Kid's head again. Insult after insult.
He then pretended to smile and said, "I guess we will, then. I hope you do well. I know that L's death was not a coincidence."
Kid's eyes grew. "You know about Robert Mudirch?" How much does he know, hidden in his little cave of a house?
Blank grinned and patted his head, again. "Of course I know. I also know that there have been eight more deaths besides L and Mudirch. All heart attacks." He said this with quite the pompous tone.
Kid's hand on the coffee mug tightened. He slowly squeezed the mug until it crack, and coffee dripped from the new-found cracks.
"Eight more deaths?" Kid's tone suggested nothing but pure anger at the fact that he did not know this information.
Blank grinned, he had won the first battle: gathering the starting information.
"Yes, eight. I'm surprised that.....you're surprised." He said, with every bit of a condescending tone. "There there Kid," He laughed at Kid, "It will be fine. You know this information now."
"Yes, but what can be said to ensure that I will not be late in learning of information like this? Incidentally, you won't tell me how you learned of this information, correct?" He asked, with slight contempt.
Blank shook his head. "No, I won't. But I WILL tell you that these deaths are not coincidence, these are the killings of a new Kira."
With that, Blank grinned, turned, and walked away. He glanced back at Kid; Kid sat at the desk, his cracked mug in his hand. Before Blank even left, Kid was already opening his laptop again.
The door slid shut as the document on the laptop was opened.
Ah yes.....Charlotte, my most trusted investigator.
The document as it read:
Sent in: 1:20AM
Sent by: Charlotte Sevas, Second in Command of K Investigations
It is now known that the ten (10) who died of heart attacks were in fact victims of a new person whom calls himself "Kira".
The method of killing is unconfirmed, as the persons whom were aware of the method are now either:
A) Deceased, or
B) Sworn to secrecy by the former L; Nate River.
Regardless of the method of killing being unknown, it is confirmed that these deaths are not accidental.
The reasons for this are as follows:
1) The victims all died of heart attacks.
2) The victims' names and faces were publicly available.
3) One of the victims; Robert Mudirch, was a corrupt businessman, as known by many people.
4) The other victims were part of the Japanese task force and the SPK.
5) The former L, whom knew of the method Kira used, has died.
This concludes that all who possessed knowledge of Kira's weapon have died of heart attacks.
This suggests that the deaths are not accidental, rather that the killer killed all who knew of the former Kira's powers and methods. Even the identity of the former Kira is unknown. Those who knew of this information are now deceased, all dead due to heart attacks.
Kid read the document, as he did, his face turned from serious to bemused. As he read, the glowing screens flashed light of his hair, creating the effect that his hair was in fact blue. After he read the document, he raised his right arm and grabbed a nearby empty mug from the vast pile of different colored mugs. He grabbed a purple one. It shone pink next to the glowing screens. He grabbed a coffee pitcher ("a coffee pitcher", for he had at least ten nearby). Pouring coffee into a new mug, he raised his arm to his face and shifted his hair away from his eyes.
Kid stood, grabbed the laptop and mug, and sank to the floor. He lay there, in his sanctuary, drinking coffee, and reading homicide documents.
He reread Charlotte's document, the better to memorize it.
Naturally Charlotte would figure this out easily.
I had no idea of those extra eight deaths. That brings the total to ten. Interesting how all the Kira investigators who arrested Kira are now dead. Yet there's just one death that seems random.....Robert Mudirch's death.
It seems that there may be two of these.....killers.
Documents from Kid's laptop:
File # 1: My First Friend
There was a picture of a red haired boy. His hair the shade of blood. A wide smile on his face.....Or was it a grin?
Name: Unknown
Alias: Bland
Age: 17
Height: 5,8?
Weight: 144 lbs
Relationship(s)/Family: (Kid grinned before he read this. Blank had no family or anyone he could call a "lover", so what would be written on this sheet?)
No family or intimate relationships known. Possible friends: Kid, of our own organization.
(Kid laughed, yes, I view Blank as a friend. But he views me as a colleague, or worse, his puppet.)
I.Q. Level: Level 78/100 (An average human would receive a 50/100, give or take a few numbers, thought Kid.)
Political Views: Unknown (How could they even hope to know this?)
Kid read the file with amusement.The mere thought that Charlotte was so vastly informed made Kid laugh silently.