Okaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay, maybe I was exaggerating a little bit when I said I was being kidnapped. But not about the pissed off part. That was dead on.
I don't know if you can consider being kidnapped by someone you know, and that person is giving you an option to go with them, and they don't force you to get in the car. But I still wasn't happy about it.
The way he worded it, he made it seem that the only choice was to go with him, which wasn't the case.
I could have totally said no, and continued my half content life with Hannibal and my shitty job as a waitress.
But considering the fact that I probably would have felt like complete shit if I didn't agree to it, I decided to go.
But he was totally getting his ass kicked when I got there.
There was a knock on the door and I was skeptical at first. I normally didn't have any visitors besides Camille aka Land Lord, but when they said it was the police, I shrugged me shoulders and let them in.
One man was sort of fidgety, and the other was pretty stoic, with an angry look on his face. I liked him.
"Saturday Silence?" The fidgety one asked me, and I nodded, while tending to Hannibal, who decided to crawl on top of the coffee table. Well, actually, it was a foot looker with a piece of tape that said COFFEE TABLE, but that didn't matter.
"Yes, can I help you?"
"L sent us."
Of course, this caused me to drop Hannibal quite unceremoniously onto the floor. I sat in silence, thinking that sentence over and over in my head. I wanted to ask why L would bother contacting me. I wanted to know what was going on. But I could gander a guess; I didn't like what I came up with. So instead I said, "Get out."
"But-"
"No, I can already guess what he wants, and I don't give a shit, so get out."
"He really wishes for-"
"Look, I don't want to break any limbs or possible inflict any bodily harm to either of you, but he's a bastard, I don't care, and I'm losing my patience. Tell him that I decline. Now please leave."
As I was rushing them out the door, the stoic one with the fro pushed a laptop into my hands, "He wants to speak with you. So I would listen what he'd have to say first," and with that, they were gone. And I was alone with that freaking cursed laptop in my hands.
I knew I should have just smashed it with a hammer, but I'm apparently a fucking idiot.
I set up the laptop on my fake coffee table, and turned it on.
God help me.
"Everyone, this is my associate, and a new member of the Task Force, Saturday Silence."
"I think associate is too nice of a word," I mumbled under my breath.
"She posses certain talents that will prove useful in the coming investigation. Please treat her with the same respect you would do me." He took a sip of his coffee before adding, "I also apologize in advance for her sarcasm, and it tends to get under most people's skin."
"Asshole," I bit out.
"Watari, will you please direct Saturday to the case files so that she may become as up to date as everyone else? Thank you. And Saturday?"
"Hmmmm…?"
"Thank you for coming."
. . . . .
"Whatever."
"Saturday," the altered computer voice rang out, "It's a pleasure to finally meet you. Watari has told me much about you."
"Whatever, get on with it. You wanted to talk, we'll talk. You're just lucky I didn't destroy this laptop with a drill."
"In any case, you will have to destroy this laptop after the conversation is over. But thank you for deciding to speak with me. I can imagine your displeasure about the fact."
He was so…calm. I was a bitch and he could care less about my attitude. It was enough for me not to shut the computer down and listen. But I still hated the fact that he was so damn calm.
"As you probably already guessed, the reason that I am talking to you is because I need help with a case. The Kira case to be specific. And your assistance would be most beneficiary.
"I'm afraid you're going to have to dig a little deeper than that L," I scowled.
"You wish for an incentive?"
I snorted, "Me? God no, what I mean is give me a reason to give a damn. I honestly don't care, so you're going to have to do better than 'I need help.'"
"I see. I thought the fact that you, indeed, are a criminal yourself. I would have thought that any criminal would have given me their assistance to stop the killer targeting them."
"You could do better than that," I laughed, "You know as well as I do that wouldn't be enough to cause a stir in me. Besides, we both know that I'm covered in that department. Kira needs a name and face to kill. And I've been wiped from the system since birth. You know that."
"Yes, I did. But I know that Kira has killed some of the friends you made in prison. I'm truly sorry about that. I know they must have meant a lot to you."
"More than Wammy's ever did." I snarled, before crossing my arms. "I'm sorry, but the answer's still no."
"I see," he sighed, "Then I have no choice to begin bargaining. You do this for me, and I'll do something for you."
"I told you, I don't want any-"
"If you help me catch Kira, I'll help you catch him."
I choked on my words.
"Y-you bastard. That's low, even for you."
"I know you've been hunting him down for years now Saturday, and getting no closer to your goal. You use all the money you earn serving people coffee and plates of cholesterol to try and track him down. Well, I'll do it. No, both of us will do it. We'll catch him, if you help me with this case."
I was silent.
It was deafening. I suffocated in it.
"Fine," I shook my head, "I'll do it. On one condition."
"Yes?"
"I get to take Hannibal with me."
"So, Light Yagami?"
"Yes, what about him?"
"Cute, ain't he?"
"Saturday, do you have anything to contribute, or are you going to make me regret the decision to put you on this case?"
"Both actually, thanks for clearing that up, but seriously, this kid is either Jesus Christ or a robot. I'm leaning toward robot."
L looked over his shoulder at me, a cup of tea that was more sugar cube than anything in his hand, "Care to specify?"
"I've never seen anyone more…perfect. It's kind of scary actually. First off, he's amazingly good looking for a seventeen year old kid. I know that in most movies nowadays, their portrayed like Adonis's, but in reality, they're all pretty much scrawny pock marked gits with bad haircuts. He's exceedingly popular, if these surveillance notes are anything to go by, and he has more than perfect grades. And he takes college courses and night courses. Oh, and he's a star athlete too. What the hell? Where did he get his life and how can I have it?"
"Your point Saturday?"
L was egging me on. The rest of the task force was looking expectantly at me. Except for Sorichio Yagami. He looked pretty pissed.
I guess this was my way of proving myself to them, to show that I wasn't a complete idiot. I shrugged.
"So, what I'm saying is that this kid has probably never heard a bad comment from anyone in his life. And if he did, he'd probably think it was stemmed from jealousy. Guys that look that good are bad enough. Full on narcissism. But him? He probably thinks he IS Jesus. So point one for that God complex theory you were working on."
"Do you think he could be Kira?" Yagami asked from the back.
"I think he has the potential to be him."
"Very good Saturday," L sipped at his tea, "Light Yagami is in fact our main Kira suspect."
"Do I get a gold star?" I exclaimed sarcastically, "I presume you have your next move planned out."
"Not exactly," L put his thumb to his mouth, "We are going to have Light Yagami come here, tomorrow. He will be observing the second Kira tapes that aired yesterday."
"Oh wow," I smiled, "You're determined to baffle me with your bullshit aren't you?"
"Your sarcasm is getting on my nerves. Don't make me hit you."
"Light, it is good to see you again. Before we begin, I would like to introduce you to the new member of the Task Force. She has been with us for a couple of weeks now."
Light Yagami.
I don't like you.
It's uncharacteristic really. I normally reserve my hatred for idiots and people that piss me off, but there was something about him that made me want to punch babies.
"Hello, it's nice to you," he smiled at me before giving me his hand to shake. I kept my arms crossed, before growling, "The feeling's mutual. I'm Saturday Silence."
"Saturday is incredibly sarcastic and ill-tempered toward everyone she meets. Don't be offended." L reassured Light after he threw a particularly nasty look in my direction.
Well hello Mr. I'm fucking Perfect. I'm Saturday, that's a Ms. Silence to you. You want to shake my hand? Well, I want to slam a fucking doorknob on your junk therefore making your ability to reproduce doubtful. That's you scowling at me? Well this is me giving you the bird. How'd you like that you little shit?
Sometimes, the things I really want to say I keep to myself. I do posses the natural ability of finding people's buttons and pushing them until they exploded, but I try to refrain from too much bullying on my part. After all, no one wants to see a grown man cry. That'd be kind of awkward.
Okay, I guess this is the part where I start explaining the whole situation to you. You've probably all heard of this story before, so why do I bother to explain it? You all know about L, the world famous detective, who is now, sadly, dead. You all know about Wammy's house, and his successors, and the first two successors, A, who killed himself, and B, who turned out to be a murderer. You all know that Light is Kira, and that Misa is the second Kira. So why would you sit here and listen to me tell you about some story you've all heard millions of times.
Because goddamn it, this is my story, so don't you forget that.
Now, you're probably going to get all skeptical when I sit here and tell you this story, and you're probably thinking, well, why haven't I heard of you before? And you've already said you aren't the sharpest tool in the shed, why would L ask you to help ? When he already has a whole mansion full of child prodigies that are a million times smarter than you are?
Well, I'll answer those questions, goddamnit.
I was never mentioned in the case because well, I didn't have real documentation. Duh. Like you saw in the convenient flashback before, I was wiped the day I was born. And I was serious about that. Don't ask, you'll find out soon enough. So this goes on to the second question. Why would L ask me for help? Normally, I would be a smartass and tell you that I would like to know that too, but I can pretty much guess why. Within the normal reality rules, I was just about as unkillable as L, until fate decided to throw in the second Kira into the mix. I don't think I would be able to find me on any server on the planet. So, if L did manage to kick the bucket, he would want me to keep a watchful eye on his suspects. Double precaution, I would say.
And the reason he probably didn't ask anyone from Wammy's house to join in on the search is because they still had a future. Still had the potential to be become little L's. And me? Let's face it. I had no future.
