"Rhea, we landed," a voice murmured, rousing me from an uncomfortable sleep. I grudgingly opened my eyes, only to see Ryuzaki peering at me with a bored expression on his face. I sighed, placing my iPod in my pocket and sitting up straight as the front portion of the plane began unloading. I unbuckled my belt and noted with amusement that Ryuzaki had not changed his awkward sitting position since the beginning of the flight. After a few moments, he got to his feet and started trudging towards the exit of the plane in a characteristic slouch, with me following clumsily behind. In silence the pair of us, along with the rest of the passengers of the plane, began to wait for the luggage. It took an almost impossible amount of time for me to finally eye my things, quickly lifting them off the load and almost throwing them to the ground beside me.

"Looks like you still have to wait," I said apologetically to Ryuzaki, who until that moment, was staring thoughtfully at the wall. " But it was nice meeting you and having someone to talk to in the plane as well as having someone to help give CPR."

At that he gave an almost invisible smirk," Yes, it was pleasant to meet you and aid you in manual respiration, Rhea."

"Well I'm off, maybe I'll see you around, I'll be roaming around Tokyo for a week at least anyway," I said, biding my goodbye with a brisk wave.

"Yes, possibly..." He agreed hesitantly, observing me with an odd look.

I turned around to begin heading towards the taxi exit of the airport before halting as I heard Ryuzaki mutter something underneath his breath.

"…percent."

I whipped my head around in confusion before seeing him walk away in the opposite direction without any luggage at all. I furrowed my eyebrows at the behavior before I shrugged and headed onward to my destination. Passing through the automatic doors to enter the bustling Tokyo taxi service, I noticed a fancy Rolls Royce, a car I did not expect to see in Japan. Even more to my surprise, Ryuzaki was in the back seat chewing on his thumb. I rolled my eyes, recalling his description of his line of work, an 'odd jobs' man. Yeah right, that type of budget can buy a car worth more than point six million dollars, and a chauffeur to drive it. An impatient taxi driver yelled at me in Japanese, urging me into the car with my things. I shook my head, quickly trying to adjust to a language I hadn't used for almost five years. I rapidly relayed Misa's home address to the driver and, after a twenty some hour flight, was on the way to see my little sister.

After a short twenty minute drive, I cumbersomely carried my heavy bags to the front of Misa's modest little home. I knocked on the door before falling over on myself, my glasses falling off my face and landing somewhere in the abundance of flowers beside her door. I moaned and got on my hands and knees, searching for my glasses blindly. My fingertips brushed across a lens, making me sigh with relief and brush them off with my shirt.

"Misa-san?" a voice called out, making me turn my head towards the voice in slight confusion.

"Are you okay?" the stranger continued, as I staggered to my feet and brushed my pants off," You haven't been home for three days! I'm glad you're alright."

"Er.." I began, before going silent, rewinding what, whom I assumed was Misa's neighbor, had said.

"Since when did you wear glasses? You look a bit different…" The older woman frowned as she took in my appearance.

"I'm Misa's older sister," I said hesitantly, a pit of worry growing in my stomach," Did you just say Misa hasn't been home for three days?"

"Yes," the woman nodded her head quickly.

I bent to my knees, lifting a rock to receive Misa's spare key and opened her door frantically only to feel my heart jump into my throat. Her living room was completely ransacked. I rushed forward, slamming open her bedroom door to see her room looking as if like a tornado had whirled through it. My head felt dizzy, shock numbing over the worry as I took in the situation. My little sister, with her high pitched voice and immature pigtails, with her jokes and consistent smile, was missing. It didn't help that her place looked like it had been robbed, only that nothing was missing. I thought that confusing, quickly mulling over the living room, noting that her television and computer were still intact. I rushed back out the door, only to see the older woman staring at me and the entrance of Misa's home with a widely opened mouth. I picked up my purse from the ground among my other things, instantly grasping my cell phone.

"Hello?" a familiar voice answered, cheerily," How's Japan—"

"My little sister has been kidnapped," I cut Joshua off with a hiss, panicking," What the hell am I supposed to do? Apparently she hasn't been home for three days. Her place looked like it has been searched, seeing as her expensive crap hasn't been stolen. What do I do?"

"Breathe." Joshua said calmly, voice now soft and stern," Call the Japanese police and let me know what happens. We don't know what has happened yet, but keep your head straight. You're getting overemotional because she's your little sister, of which I totally understand, but you work with the police and you know psycho worried family members hinder kidnapping cases better than anyone."

I hung up the phone, ignoring the woman who was still staring at me like I was completely inept, and called the police. A voice instantly answered," This is emergency services, what is your emergency?"

"I am visiting from the United States to discover that my younger sister, who apparently is a bit of a celebrity here, Misa Amane, has been missing for three days. I entered her home to find out it has been completely ransacked. I need someone here now." I instantly relayed, breathing evenly to try and keep myself from pathetically shrieking.

After a few moments of agonizing silence, the voice spoke again," I'll send someone right away."

"Thank you!" I exclaimed, pressing a hand to my forehead before hanging up the phone.

Minutes passed before a squad car of detectives, not ordinary police members appeared. I instantly brightened at the fact that the police force must have known how serious the situation was. I leapt over to the pair, face red.

"Thank God you're here," I yelped.

The first man stepped out of the car, he was older with a larger nose. He looked over at me with an almost sympathetic glance. A younger man, about my age followed him to stand before me. He was relatively attractive, but much more readable as I detected guilt on his face. I suddenly scowled with suspicion at the two and took a hesitant step back.

"Your sister is fine," the older man said making my face instantly go hard," She is in a safe place and should be out soon, so please do not panic. If you wish, we can have someone come in and fix your sister's home. I am very sorry that this is occurring but this is necessary."

"The fuck it is necessary to kidnap my little sister," I hissed, glaring at him," You're the police force? My ass you are. I'm calling the real police, you crazy bastards."

"You look a lot like her," the younger man said, tilting his head as he looked at me closely.

That was what set me off, causing me to reach into my purse and pull out my gun. I saw red, knowing that these perverts had taken my sister for what I could only guess was some sick amusement. This guy had the audacity to throw the fact he kidnapped my sister in my face by saying I looked like her?

"Yes, we are in fact siblings," I replied coolly, aiming my gun at his head as his faced paled considerably, then turning it to the older man who was reaching for his own firearm inside his jacket," So I would suppose it would make it more probable that we would look alike. Glad you noticed."

"Why do you have that?" the older man asked, face calm making me all the angrier.

"Guess you didn't do much research on the kidnappe's big sister, did you?" I muttered darkly, and turned my head to see the older woman finally running away, yelping. I rolled my eyes before turning back to the pair of false detectives. "I work with the police back in the States, and honestly, pretty much everyone is licensed to have a gun. It helps me out when I work with particular sociopaths and psychopathic killers. Or even kidnappers, like you two."

"Please Rhea-san, we didn't hurt Misa-san, we promise, we just need her to find out some stuff-" the younger man halted his speech when the older man stared at him with strong irritation.

"You know my name?" I inquired, taking a step closer to the two, aiming my gun lower thoughtfully before lifting it again," Guess you did look me up a bit, take me to her now."

"Or what?" The older man asked, glaring down at me rebelliously.

"I won't kill you," I admitted with a frown then aimed it at the ground by his foot and shot at it, missing by about a foot," But I will hurt you. This is my little sister that we are speaking about, and you kidnapped her. I will not regret harming you to save the last family I have left."

The two looked guilty to my surprise and the older one nodded in regards to my request. He entered the car, and I jumped into the passenger's seat, placing the gun gingerly in my lap as the other man went into the backseat hesitantly. He started the car and off we drove, my heart thumping wildly in my chest as I refused to take my eyes off the two men. Then, something that looked like a badge was atop of the center console. Curiously, I grasped it and opened it up to see that it was a detective's badge. A real one. I blanched, realizing that my sister must have done something to get the Japanese police very upset and they didn't want anyone else to know about it. What was even worse, I threatened to shoot two detectives. I slowly looked at the older man and he, for a quick moment, gave me and understanding glance.

"You… you two are real detectives?" I asked, eyes wide and cursing myself for being too emotional. My mind instantly replayed Joshua's previous advice and I moaned, placing my fingertips on my temple.

"Yes, we are," the man spoke as we drove. I winced at his reply, instantly putting away my gun. The other man in the back seat let out an audible sigh of relief.

"Why do you have my sister?" I asked, now turning my head to look at the man behind me.

"She is a suspect in our investigation," the young man replied with a frown," Most of us believe she and Light are innocent, since it has been about a whole month since a killing but Ryu-"

"Wait…" I stopped him before he could finish, thinking of the news stating that Kira was assumed dead or 'retired' because no killings had occurred for about a month.

"You think my little sister is Kira?" I exclaimed, astounded. I looked between the pair, thinking it was a poorly constructed joke.

"We don't," the older man driving admitted," Our head does."

"L?" I said, exasperated. The thought of my scatter brained little sister being a genius serial killer was laughable, what was even funnier was the idea of the infamous detective assuming the pigtailed girl was capable of being Kira.

"You're going to meet him now, it seems," the man said with a sigh as I looked out the window to see an inconspicuous skyscraper that was similar to the likes of a hotel. We all exited the car, which was taken from a rather curious valet man, and headed towards the entrance.

"L doesn't have a problem with an outsider just coming to see him, face to face?" I asked incredulously, a fan girl-ish excitement filling me guiltily. The idea of meeting that man that solved the infamous BB murders back in the States sent me reeling into awe, though guilt came flooding back as I instantly remembered this was the same man who was currently entrapping my sister.

"He actually knew this was going to happen," the younger man admitted sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head.

I rolled my eyes," Of course he did. Us humans are way too predictable for the great L."

"And you've already met him face to face before," the older man stated, making me stop in my tracks in the middle of the lobby. I looked at him, sure he was mistaken. I met L? This one was surely a joke this time.

I looked at him, waiting for a punch-line, but the two just continued walking to stop in front of an elevator, waiting for me. I slowly trudged over, fidgeting with my glasses which was characteristic of my nervousness. We entered the elevator and I awkwardly looked at the pair before giving them a pathetic smile.

"I will need something to address you by, right?" I murmured weakly," Seeing as you know my name and all…"

"I'm Matsuda," the younger man replied brightly, holding his hand out to shake it," Let's make this introduction a bit more friendly this time, right?"

"I see you forgot to use your alias already, Matsuda." The older man grumbled with irritation before rolling his eyes and continuing," Well, L-san had said that you have a six percent chance of being Kira, so I might as well. My name is Mogi."

"Six percent?" I murmured, something about the term becoming familiar. Suddenly my eyes widened the moment the elevator doors opened. The back of a messy haired head appeared in the front line of my vision. I just stared, almost unable to move before anger once more painted my vision with red.

"You." I seethed, making the others in the room stare at me with surprise. Slowly, he swiveled his chair to stare at me with a bored expression, ice cream in hand.

"Me." He replied mockingly, before taking a lick of his ice cream.

I took five menacing steps towards him, clenching my fists with rage as he gazed at me with disinterest. "You. The ass on the plane who flirted with me. You took a twenty three hours flight just to investigate me?"

"Yes." He retorted simply, before turning around the stare at a screen which to my horror was Misa strapped to a table. "It is in my knowledge that being overly friendly and complimented to a women makes them more apt to speak to you as well as indulging one with information. It appears it was true."

I slapped the back of his head making someone in the room gasp as well as making his ice cream slip from his fingers. His shoulders tensed before he said with a cool, even tone," I now expect you to get me a new ice cream, Rhea-san."

"The hell I will," I hissed," Now let my sister go, there is no way in any level of hell that she is Kira!"

"I will not reply to any of your statements nor questions until there is another strawberry ice cream in my possession." L replied simply, ignoring my completely.

I looked at him, amazed that L was a pectulant twenty four year old who was rather unreasonable." I am not some delivery girl. I double majored in Psychology and Criminal Justice from Harvard University. With honors."

He titled his head momentarily upwards to look at me with an unimpressed gaze," What is your intelligence quotient, Rhea-San?"

I paused, furrowing my eye brows at the question," My IQ? It's about 175 I think, why would you-"

"Until it is over 232 exactly, please let me make the orders." L said, cutting off my words," So yes, a 'delivery girl' you will be."

My mouth went agape at his blunt remark of his superior intelligence which insulted me in the process. I clenched my jaw, looking pleadingly at Mogi and Matsuda but they just shrugged. I bowed my head, swallowing my pride in order to try to aid my currently confined sister.

"…where exactly would you like me to purchase your ice cream?" I grumbled under my breath, hair covering my face from showing my red cheeks of embarrassment.

He looked pleased," Two blocks to the east of here has an excellent ice cream parlor. Strawberry. I await your return."

I turned on my heel as Matsuda looked at me with an understanding expression," If it makes you feel any better, I've been on this case for months and all he's ever asked me was to get him coffee."

"That makes my future look bleak, doesn't it?" I muttered, then after a moment my face lit up as an idea arose in my mind. I began walking again towards the elevators, much more quickly now, before being halted by L's words.

"If you try to escape and receive aid from your colleagues from the United States, you will become confined not unlike your sister. I am almost positive that you would not find that action agreeable, so please, just return with the ice cream as I instructed. Also, leave your firearm and cellular phone here."

I glared at the ceiling, as if trying to telepathically yell at God for causing this situation. I groaned loudly, informing him of my discontent before slamming both objects onto the table, silently hoping that the gun would go off and hit the egomaniac of a detective. To my surprise, the gun did shoot off, the bullet veering just above his hair. Everyone, minus Matsuda and Mogi, aimed their guns at my face. My eyes widened at their reactions, a slightly satisfied expression on my face to the fact that L was startled, if only for a moment. He turned his chair, and raised his non-existent eye brows at me," Missed. Maybe if your intelligence was higher, your aim would have been better. Possibly next time?"

I trudged over loudly into the elevator and turned to yell," You cocky son of a –". That's when the elevators closed shut; the last thing I saw was L giving me a smug smirk. The only real expression of emotion I had seen from him was his pride of insulting me. I lifted my chin, glaring at the elevator doors before a smirk then traced my lips. If he was going to give me hell, then I sure as hell could too. First on the list? Diet sugar-less strawberry ice cream.


Geez, this was a long one, wasn't it? I guess I was just inspired by the banter between Rhea and L. Haha, I just adore love/hate pairings. Thank you for the reviews! I already have received over 250 hits, which pleases me. I really hope you enjoy what I write. Don't hesitate to give me any advice, criticism, or telling me what you've enjoyed specifically! Remember, the more reviews I receive, the quicker I will update! (Minus this past week, I just got off spring break so I wanted to relax). Till next chapter!

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