Summary: When L is given a particularly hard case in which theft, hacking and no clues included he needs the help of a certain criminal who is a master in each of these aspects: Kira. Who already being put in jail by L is rather reluctant to have anything to do with the detective and not only that but he's being forced to work alongside another detective named K. So what happens when a figure from K's past comes back to haunt them?
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Mastermind Thieves, Nosey Detectives
Chapter 2- K
Closing my eyes, I float on the sea of my senses, and envision it
The day that I have my ideals within my grasp – Nightmare (Alumina)
L took a small breath before nudging the door with his foot. Shock filtered through him at the sight that lay before him.
The desk in the far back of the room was littered with pens, papers, pencils, empty cans of Coke and several glasses. On the far wall hung an antique panting, in surprising detail of a sunset in Japan off the coast of a beach which looked surprisingly familiar to L. the carpet was a rich royal blue colored like the far away sea. The carpet was a rich royal blue colored like the far away sea. The desktop that sat on top of the cluttered desk was facing the doorway as if it had been forcibly turned around to be looked at, on the floor slightly to the left of the desktop was a wireless phone whose stand was located on top of several filing cabinets on the right side of the desk. There was paper there too. L barely noticed the thick pamphlets resting against the wall on top of the filing cabinets.
The place over all, L guessed, had been neat at one point and time and was normally kept that way, but L could see signs that the rooms occupants had left hastily if the mess now in front of him was anything to go by.
L guessed that the detective had been reading something on the computer and had been about to leave the building, but before he'd been able to leave he'd gotten a call of some-sort judging by the wireless phone on the floor in front of the desk.
L could picture a man stooping down to read something off of the computers screen holding the phone between his shoulder and ear, dropping the phone in shock, grabbing a coat off of a nearby piece of furniture and racing toward the door. L took one more step into the room and immediately spotted the over-turned wheelie chair that he guessed the man sat in while doing desk work.
Quietly L approached the desk and moved the nearby mouse hoping that the man, K, hadn't put some pesky type of password protection on his computer that had been activated after a long time of absence.
He was lucky, there was no password protection and the man had left what he had been reading on the screen. It was an e-mail.
From: Officer Catherine Lowelles
Date: Saturday December 30th, 2009 11:53 PM
To:
Subject: IT'S HIM AGAIN
K, there's been another theft, worse than the last one. Everything in the building was hacked into and trashed beyond repair; he left his trademark that's how we know it's him…
K, don't take this man lightly and don't let your past interfere with your job.
11590634 N.E. Footprint lane.
We need L. We need you. For your sake and ours… don't get yourself killed…
-Cat.
It was then that L noticed a faint flickering of color out of the corner of his eye. He paused and looked in the directions he had seen the colors, and caught sight of small dark hallway that lead away from the office.
Quickly and as quietly as he could manage L started toward the hallway. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness he noticed that the hallway split into two directions, one went to the right where he'd seen the lights, and the other went in the opposite direction. He edged along the right corner and saw an open door that revealed a room that L would have depicted as a personal library, there was a window across from the door and a dark velvet window seat beneath it that had two pillows propped up against the walls, one pillow was white while the other was black. Shelves of books where standing tall and resolute, but the shelves had not been placed in rows, the shelves created what seemed to be a peculiar maze going in one direction before changing direction almost immediately.
But L was more interested in what was happening out side. L carefully crept up to the glass and noticed the bright color of a police cars siren. Peering out, L spotted a tall Victorian building, hurriedly L searched for the address of the home. 11590634.
L didn't waste any time, he bolted out the door into the rain, and down the street towards the sirens.
K looked around him.
The interior of 11590634 N.E. Footprint Lane was, in fact, a disaster zone.
Papers were strewn across the floor, chairs and tables were over-turned, a bookshelf lay on its side, a portrait had fallen on the ground and the painting the frame had held was nothing more than ribbons. Every hiding spot had been uncovered and the solid metal black bang had had its door ripped off its hinges.
The man who had done this… he was a monster, more ruthless and knowledgeable than any normal human.
But who said that this man was human after all?
K stooped down next to the frame of the portrait, and lifted the remains to try and picture what had once been there. The fragments he pieced together showed a somewhat starry sky, and even though it was hard to see evidence of it, K noticed that the moon in the picture had been gorged out.
This angered him. It wasn't that he specifically cared about what damage the picture had taken, what he cared about was what the picture had been depicting that had caused it to be so mercifully shredded.
The Moon.
The fact that the picture had been destroyed because it had shown the moons beauty angered him.
'K?'
'Yeah'
'what do you think of the moon?
'It's beautiful I suppose.'
'K, the moon is more than beautiful, it is special. It is our only moon that can be seen from Earth without a telescope.'
K smiled slightly, his friends' wisdom was better than his own most of the time.
'And how can you tell it's beautiful? You're as blind as a bat!'
'K, I may be blind but that doesn't mean that I cannot feel the warm rays of the moon nor the softness of rain.'
K sighed.
His memories were interfering with his job again, Cat had already warned him about this. K was unsure of why his memories were always brought to the forefront of his mind when he appeared at crime scenes like this one, he guessed it was because of the likeness between what always happened to the art at each crime scene, anything that depicted the beauty of the moon or of the rain was utterly demolished while portraits of the sun and mountains were left unscathed.
The detective stood and massaged his shoulder.
'K! There's a detective out here who wishes to speak to you!'
Startled out of thoughts K jumped three feet into the air before settling down.
After regaining his composure, K turned on his heel and left the room. He never looked back.
L stood at the top of the porch steps of 11590634 N.E. Footstep Lane, barley listening to the police officer that stood in front of him, a stubborn wall that refused to give even when it was surrounded by dynamite, an annoyed L flashed his detectives badge in the man's face holding it there until the man blinked and began to apologize for 'Standing in your way Mr. Ryuzaki'.
L sighed, 'Officer I would like to speak with Detective K.'
'Of course! Of course! I'll call him right now!'
L didn't even bother to listen to what the man yelled into the house, but noticed that his cell phone was vibrating like crazy. L pulled out the annoying gadget and eyed the caller ID before answering the call.
'Any news?'
'No, not on your case; I just called to inform you that Kira has grudgingly agreed to help us on the new series of burglaries.'
'I see.'
'L what is going on?'
'I am waiting for K to show himself Watari.'
'I see, very well, good luck, although I doubt you will need it.'
'Never underestimate others Watari, you taught me that yourself.'
'I also taught you that your elders know best… Ks' file says that he is only 15 years old L, you have the upper hand.'
It was at that moment another voice could be heard over the speaker.
'Ryuzaki, K is older than even you would guess. He does not look his age at all.'
'And how, pray-tell does Kira-kun know this?'
'L, how I know things is not your business. It is how I do things that should concern you.'
'Is that a threat Kira-kun?'
'No L, it is a fact.' Click.
L pulled the gadget from his ear and scowled at it for a minute, before turning back towards the house.
L recognized the sound of footsteps coming down stairs. It was a moment before the man stepped into the light and L saw K for the First Time.
K had bronze hair a lot similar to Kiras', his eyes were silver and the sorrow, determination, anger, and intelligence L saw in them was uncanny, K had a lithe form, tall, thin, but strong, L decided that this man was a very good fighter as well as a very quick sprinter.
L took a step forward into the room and looked up at K who still stood on the top stair of the staircase.
'Hello K, my name is Ryuzaki. I would like to ask you to work on a case with me.'
K raised an eyebrow.
'If you wish to talk to me about such things Ryuzaki, I would suggest we do it somewhere other than at a crime scene.'
'Very well.'
K moved so quickly that L could not spot him, and in a second the man was standing beside him.
'I know when someone is lying Ryuzaki. And I know that you are lying about your name.'
L forced his body not to tense at the unexpected words or the ominous presence that surrounded K.
L nodded slightly in understanding, it was only when K had retreated to the bottom porch step that l turned around to follow the other detective.
This man was not human, and he was dangerous.
But he was not an enemy.
A/N:
Why is Ks' pat so important to him?
Can L trust K?
TO BE CONTINUED…
P.S: And… Cut!
Phew that was a long chapter!
1,739 words compared to my usual 1,000
Wow. I'm alive, I can't believe it!
I'm also on Fall Break! Woooo! Part-ay!