"Please explain your business, I hate missing out on a good party." Rena Diver said as she plopped down on the cushy bed, with a flick of her hand she let her hair down revealing long red curls that fell down to her hips.
Near was stunned; he was normally a get down to business kind of guy but she was just so.. casual. He would have thought she would have been at least freaked out by the fact that he knew everything about her. But no, she was completely normal; her guard was even completely down as she idly lit a cigarette, putting the stick to her mouth with a sigh.
Near scrunched his nose. How could a former model, who only cared about looks and beauty want to slowly kill herself just for the sake of Nicotine?
He hurried on getting to his point fast.
"I am part of the SPK which is the Special Provision For Kira. I am the head of it and I would like to invite you to become part of the task force."
She raised a perfectly groomed eyebrow before slightly scoffing.
"Listen I'm flattered; But I don't know how much help I'd be, besides I don't even know your name and L is already on the case."
"I'm well aware of that; I am his successor. My name is Near."
She stands up, once again circling around him; but this time it's not for the sake of an audience. He can feel her piercing stare as she seemingly analyzes every part of him. Finally she stands back.
"Let's see.." She said dramatically putting her pointer finger to her chin, Near wanted to face palm. Of course she'd do this. Freaking models.
"Uncomfortable in formal attire; excessive amounts of hair product to tame hair that's more then likely hardly brushed, slight make-up to hide horrid bags under your eyes, I believe it." She said finally looking him straight in the eye.
"What I don't understand is why you'd waste your time coming here when you could have just contacted my supervisor."
"I needed to see if I actually wanted you first."
She smiles, setting down. "Well before you make or break my ego by telling me if you actually want me could I ask you why you wanted me in the first place?"
"Yes, you can." He says idly.
"Well.. Uhm it was sort of implied that I was asking you why." She said looking down.
"Well it seems that your the perfect candidate for the job. Your annoyingly bubbly, but you have a few deductive skills that would prove useful. I'm sure you and Misa will get along just fine."
"The model? Why would I need to get along with her?" Rena asked, tilting her head to the side.
Near sighs, looking at her as if she's the dumbest thing on the planet.
"It would be hard to explain." He says finally after a long pause.
"Oh I'm sure it would. But I'm not helping you in anyway until you explain to me just what I'm supposed to be doing."
Near finds himself sighing again before sitting down beside the girl; She crosses her legs to give him more room, making sure her dress doesn't expose her lady bits as it rides up.
"L is dead. Kira is now L. Kira is dating Misa. Misa is the key to Kira." He says slowly as if he's speaking to a three year old.
Rena glares. "Now how the fuck is this supposed to make any sense to me? I know nothing about Kira except for that bullshit I see on the news."
Near stands up. "That's a shame. I thought you would be helpful."
Rena finds herself losing her temper, standing up she get's in his face. "And I thought you wouldn't be such a fucking jackass!"
Near says nothing, he just walks out.
"Hey get back here you jackass!"
