Author's Notes: As I said in the last chapter, if you haven't yet read Another Note, I highly recommend you do.

Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note okay? End of story.

Learning and Planning

"Thank you for flying California Airlines Mr. Damascus."

Beyond simply nodded and pocketed his plane ticket. He knew it would be easy enough to steal a couple of credit cards and some cash, but he had been expecting to show some sort of identification.

'Either this airport has the worst security system ever, or they believe that credit cards wouldn't lie.' Beyond mused to himself. Ninety-five percent chance it was the latter.

After finding his seat in the first class cabin (window seat of course), he settled down and looked out the window. He could see the orange-vested workers throwing the last of the luggage into the cargo hold. He could also see the sunset in between the buildings of San Fransisco. Beyond was definitly going to miss California. The weather was better than the wet, dreary, and cold climate of England.

'I guess I'll just have to come back for a visit when this Kira case is over and done with.'

Beyond finally tore his eyes away from the window and noticed that a young woman had taken the seat beside him. He also noticed that she seemed to be staring at the floor...no, his feet to be more precise. He still hadn't gotten any shoes, and had managed to convince the flight attendant that his shoes had disappeared during the security check.

"Do you like my feet, or is there something else that interests you?"

The young woman jumped at hearing his voice and turned away embarrassed. The quick glance at him was all Beyond needed to look above her head and see her name.

Akasuki Au- 3171992

'Japanese eh?' Beyond thought with interest. He began searching for a way to properly identify the woman...

"Excuse me miss."

The woman slowly turned back to face him and Beyond noted that she had a small blush along her cheeks. She immediatly started apologizing.

"I-I'm sorry for staring, it was very rude of me-"

"Don't apologize. You were only curious."

When he said this, the woman seemed to relax a little bit, but the blush was still prominent on her face.

"Anyway," Beyond continued,"I happened to notice the name on your bag is Japanese. Are you by any chance fluent in the language?"

The woman looked a bit uneasy for a moment before giving in.

"Um, well, yes. I'm going to Japan to visit relatives, but I did originally grow up in the Kanto region. Why?"

Perfect. Not only did Beyond manage to get a flight to Japan with little effort on his part, but he had somehow ended up sitting next to a woman who knew the language well. This was starting to be too easy.

"Oh, well, I'm going to visit there myself. I'm visiting a friend actually, but I'm afraid I don't know the language very well. Since this will be a painfully long trip, I was kind of hoping you could, I don'k know, teach me some of the language?" Beyond was surprised with how casual he sounded. Normally, there was always a mixture of spite and deciet in his voice.

The woman looked nervous again.

"I-I don't know. Japanese is a pretty hard language to learn. I don't think you'll be able to-" She was cut off by Beyond waving his hand.

"Don't worry about me. I'm a quick learner."

True to his word, Beyond Birthday had absorbed everything Akasuki Au had taught him, including a book filled with numerous Japanese symbols, and some city and street names.

'I guess the Kanto region is as good a place to start. Then Tokyo if I can't find Misora here.'

Beyond cracked his neck as he walked down the street and heard some of his leg joints pop as well. That was definitly the longest he had ever been sitting in a normal position since crouching apparently wasn't allowed on the plane.

Grrrrroooooowwwwwlllllll...

It was then that he remembered that he hadn't eaten anything in the past couple of days. With a sigh, he continued walking down the street looking for a hotel to stay at so that he could order some room service.

The Tokyo Garden Hotel was definitly one of the best hotels money could buy. Using up the last of Mr. Damascus's credit card, he checked into a luxurious suite with one large king-sized bed in one room, and an entire living area in another room. The kitchen itself was huge with a normal sized fridge piled with a variety of different Japanese foods.

"Okay, ice cream, cookies, candy...but no jam. Ugh, this hotel had better have jam." Beyond growled as he started pressing some numbers on the phone.

Ten minutes later, he was happily eating the strawberry jam off of his fingers and coming up with a plan in order to find Naomi Misora.

I'm sorry for the incredibly long wait. Viruses and computers don't mix. Anyway, chapter 3 will hopefully be posted much sooner. Enjoy!

-RulerofFire