the reason for this chapter title will be cleared up later. xD just to avoid any brain malfunctions.

i don't own any characters from death note, nor death note.

The scrawny, tired looking detective took up his spoon and placed it in his mouth, sucking on it quietly. He still had the phone in his right hand, or more like, hanging on his fingers since he didn't hold things with his palm. Members of the task force, excluding Mogi, were gathered in the same room. They all looked at him curiously.

"Ryuzaki, do you want us to go to her location?" Yagami asked emphasizing the word 'her', looking at the eccentric detective. Ryuzaki looked at him and put the cell phone down. He was still trying to process the woman's response to his phone call. Her bland of right and wrong hints made him think of Kira. When I challenged Kira on the broadcast, he didn't hesitate to kill the inmate who he mistook as me; Kira likes a challenge, and likes playing. The fact that she could be Kira would make sense, dropping true facts, false facts and facts that make no sense at all.

"No, not yet," he said putting his thumb up to his lips. 45 chance. There's a lot left unexplained that is more likely. He looked at the task force who seemed to be expecting something more from him. "You all look too suspicious, and if she is Kira- or knows Kira, then she probably would recognize you, or know that you were working for the police," he said, replying to their gazes at him.

"Is it that obvious?" Matsuda asked, looking at the other task force members and himself. He had never really thought that they looked like they were cops. They just were. Ryuzaki nodded, picking up the spoon which he had placed on the dish with a slice of cake. He gently cut it with the spoon and ate the cake slowly, trying to find something more to tell the group- and trying to find a plan to find this girl. "Watari, contact the hotel, ask about the attendant for room 313, try to get as many details as possible," he commanded, not even looking up to Watari. He stared concentrated at the floor.

Matsuda's face seemed to brighten up. The other task force members had the same expression written on their faces, just not as obvious. The expressions all said that Ryuzaki had a plan to get to the girl without scaring her away and a way to get a more clear idea of whether she was Kira or not. "Do you suspect her of being Kira?" Yagami asked, knowing that the answer would be yes. But like the other task force members, he wanted to know a number.

"Yes, but I think there are around 3 chance that she is Kira," Ryuzaki said, with a slight nod.

She hadn't taken any chances. She had taken together her notebook and her essentials and left the hotel a few minutes after the phone call ended. She even left her clothes and books behind, she wasn't going to pack because she didn't know how fast the person on the other line could be- since he had a way to track her she assumed he would have a way to get there quickly or people to send to get her.

She didn't go too far away from the hotel though; instead she had gotten a seat at the bakery right across from the hotel, and she had quietly eaten half a dozen of doughnuts and a few croissants while waiting for someone out of place to go into the hotel. But to her disappointment, no one seemed to show up.

What was I expecting? Whether this man was L, or Kira, or both, then he'd obviously be a lot smarter than to just rush there him, or maybe even sending someone. They are smart. She thought to herself, looking at the plate in front of her. "Miss, we're closing right now," she turned her head to the owner of the bakery. She smiled and stood up. "I thought it was open until midnight," she said, as she walked out of the store. Right before she stepped out she noticed on the clock on the wall that it was in fact midnight.

She sighed and made her way down the street- looking for the hotel she had reserved earlier that evening through the last hotel. She knew that there was a chance that the man on the phone would be able to find her there, but she was going to take that chance. This wouldn't be exciting unless there was some chance of him catching me. Where's the fun in hiding? She told herself.

Without paying attention, she bumped into someone and nearly fall down, but was grabbed by the wrist. "I'm sorry," she said, gaining her balance. "You should watch where you are going- you could get seriously hurt just by falling," the voice said, with a sound of dryness. She looked up and was slightly surprised by the man who had saved her from falling. He was tired looking- as if he was worn out. He had on jeans and a white shirt. He seemed to be studying her, as she was studying him.

"I will," she said. The man seemed to smile slightly. "Thank you," she said, walking past him. She could hear him mumble something. She somehow recognized his voice; it was very familiar. She kept on walking down the street- trying to remember where she had heard his voice. As she walked into the new hotel she had she decided to stop thinking about it. She was tired and she needed sleep. Whoever he was, he obviously wasn't important enough to remember.