Wednesday, January 7, 2004
Everything had happened so fast. One moment the cops had been bursting through her door and the next she was handcuffed and blindfolded in a car. Somehow she felt as if it was a little much. Shouldn't she at least have the right to know where they were taking her? Or was that the whole point. The ride was painfully long and eerily silent. It was only then did the situation really began to sink in for Emiko. She had been caught.

The most fitting word to describe the room was boring, exactly what most would think of at the term 'interrogation room. From the walls to the few pieces of furniture everything was drab in color ranging from white to black. There wasn't a single window in the small barren room nor was there a single thing on the walls besides a camera mounted across from where she was seated. The table she sat at was placed in the center of the room, just a small white table with a single chair. Strange, isn't this where the cop came in and sat across from you doing everything in their power to intimidate you?

"Katsura Emiko..." a distorted voice who she assumed to belong to a male began. Blue-green orbs snapped up to the it was they seemed to be hiding behind it. "You are seventeen and currently finishing your last year of high school. Hacking seems like an odd activity for someone like yourself."

"At least I have a hobby." she replied voice arid, yet dripping with distaste.

"Not just anyone can hack into the authorities database... then again it does appear that your test scores are at the top of your class." they continued ignoring her last comment. Just who was this and why were they going on about things that had to importance given the current situation.

"What do you want out of me?" Emiko finally said getting tired of this beating around the bush nonsense. She had made a mistake and they had found her and she would have to pay for that. There was no way around it and no possibility of getting herself out of this.

"What is your interest in the case? Are you working for Kira perhaps?" a computerized voice said from a speaker somewhere in the room.

"My mother was one of the FBI agents killed by Kira." she said simply eyes growing solem suddenly interested in the tabletop. This was still a very touchy subject for her, especially considering it had only been a little more than a week ago now.

"I'm sure you realize the severity of the crimes you have committed." they interjected.

Emiko jaw clenched tightly her entire body stiffening in response. "I do..." she said her voice trailing off.

"What if I were to give you a job, a part in this investigation. All charges would be dropped, but if you refuse, well I'm sure you can see where this is heading." they continued.

Emiko scoffed here she was getting blackmailed practically. "That's hardly a question... do you have to ask?" she said glancing up at the camera as if her way of looking her captors in the eye.

"Should I take that as a yes?" the voice called back.

"I'll do anything to aid the capture of Kira." she replied her lips in a tight line, gaze never once faltering for even a moment.

"That is what I was hoping to hear from you." they said back. The only thing to follow that comment was silence leaving Emiko there to ponder over what just happened. Had everything seriously just flip flopped like that? At first she had been terrified at the thought of jail and now here she was getting offered a job. Not only that, but it was a job on the investigation team against Kira.

The creak of the door being pulled An old man stepped out from behind the door clad in a suit.

"Please follow me miss." he said politely his hands clasped neatly at his front. For a moment Emiko just sat there as if contemplating his words like she had much of a choice unless she wanted to sit in the room all night.

It wasn't until she stood up that the man turned his back to her and began the short walk down a hall and into a larger open room. The first thing she noticed was the men from earlier who had apprehended her earlier and some others she didn't recognize.

"I hope you turn out to be as wonderful of an addition to the team as I think you will be. Emiko-chan." a strange man from across the room said. He was as white as a ghost, like his skin hadn't seen the light of day in ages. His hair was a mess of clashing raven locks; the circles under his eyes equally as dark. When was the last time he had slept? Oddly enough he sat perched in his chair in an almost owl like position never once taking his gaze from the computer screen as he spoke. Just who was he?

"I'll put my all into it." she said feeling like a real criminal at the moment.

"She's so young..." she heard someone say followed by them get scolded.

"it's alright..." she began trailing her gaze over the who had said it. He actually seemed to be one of the younger ones in his group himself. "I'm actually still a highschool student at Daikoku Academy..." she said noting the mysterious man turning towards her with a wide eyed gaze.

"Light's school?." he stated. Eyebrows furrowed in confusion, but nevertheless she nodded slowly, almost questionably.

"Yagami Light?" she asked incredulously wondering what he could possibly have to do with these people, more specifically that mysterious man.

"You may prove to be of more use then what I had initially anticipated." he said his thumb pressed tight against his teeth. Hopping down from his seat he remained hunched over as he stepped towards her his hands stuffed loosely in his pockets.

"I am Ryuzaki." he said blankly.

"Nice to meet you..." she said at a loss for words. "You already know who I am, but I'm Emiko." the young woman added in her gaze falling to the floor. Strangers made her feel incredibly nervous especially when it came to face-to-face contact with them and this Ryuzaki fellow made for a very unusual acquaintance. Maybe that's what first led to her love for computers. It was her comfort zone, her safe place hidden behind her monitor. These people had successful crashed that, though, and invaded her secret world letting her access to an entirely different one.

"I really am sorry that things turned out this way. I am afraid that you will have to stay here for now on under my surveillance." he told her his dark piercing gaze unwavering. It made her wriggle in her skin feeling as if he could see right down to her very core with those eyes.

"I-I don't understand." Emiko said her voice hardly above a whisper. "What about my home, my dad..." she added before he had a chance to reply.

"Your things will be brought here. You are by no means a prisoner here, however, you will be able to come and go as you please and carry one with your everyday life. The only difference is where your loyalties lie." he said getting distracted by a cart piled full with sweets. Everything about Ryuzaki was downright strange, but yet that was also the very thing that interested her most about him. It was hard to keep her curiosity under wraps with such a odd character before her... What stuck out most was the air of authority he held among the rest of the men in the room. That alone was enough to Emiko that there was far more to him that he was letting her know right now, but what.

"So, I'll live here?" she asked feeling stupid. That should be the last thing on her mind right now she'd gotten in trouble with the law and was being forced to work with some stranger. For someone as paranoid as her it was really difficult not to question the situation, but then again what good would that do her now? She really didn't have a voice in this, it was either work for them or go to jail. Besides they claimed to be investigating Kira... DId that mean they were working under L? She thought thinking back to the daring broadcast she'd seen some time ago.

"Temporarily. We change hotels ever so often, however I'm currently having a special facility built for our future headquarters." he said popping a candy into his mouth. "Based on the rate things are going now I believe this is going to be a long investigation." Ryuzaki added in leaving Emiko to her thoughts. This was just all too much at one time and she didn't know what to make of it. This was her chance to be a part of something important and get her revenge on the killer who took her mother from her.
"Want some?" the lanky man said breaking Emiko from her thoughts. Blinking with a blank look across her features she glanced down to the cupcake in his hand.
"My parents taught me not to take candy from strangers." she said with an amused smile. At least her sense of humor was already returning, although it didn't seem to lighten the situation in the least.