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CHAPTER 3

THE STEPPING MIND TRICK

V'S POV

I am doing it. I am doing it. I am doing it.

I was in a seal. The walls were a white concrete, the front was glass. The chances of it being bullet proof where around 0.23% and the chances of it being missile proof were 99.76%, and the chances of it being average glass were 0.01%. You would think it would be 0.00% but, then again, they could think I was too smart to think it wasn't, so I wouldn't both trying, not that I would anyway.

I have been here for some time how, and L was still yet to come. I had no doubt that he will come, but I think the amount of freedom will be slightly less than what I hope for when I join the case officially. Oh well, I don't really need the space, I have nothing to hide, not even myself.

I mentally sighed and sat on the floor. I sit a little differently to most people; I sit almost cross-legged, only I have my right leg pressed up against my chest and my left leg curled farther behind me. It is strange, but I find it easier to think and/or wait.

I lifted my head and looked into the glass. I had not noticed before, but in this lighting, I could see myself, my reflection. I examined my face and could instantly see the changes from last time I looked into a mirror. My pure, white hair was much longer, and it looked a bit oily, and yet, so soft, if that even makes sense. Each hair strand clung to my head in bunches, somewhat like dreadlocks, and a far proportion tried to cover my face, but only managed to get my cheeks and left eye. Yes, I am in much need of a haircut.

My face was so much whiter then before, not even my lips had colour anymore, but perhaps that is from the lack of kissing. The one and only man I have ever kissed was L, but 20% of the reason for that was to escape, 75% to test his reaction and 5% to feel what it was like. Then and only then did I finally feel why people in this world get concern about not finding a boyfriend or girlfriend.

I soon get my sight leave my face to look into the only part of my features that has any colour. My eyes, green as grass, wide as windows, the gateway to my soul, but, my eyes are empty, they always s have been. Does that mean I have no soul? I wish I knew, but the possibilities are endless. Unlike others, I believe in everything. I believe everything has a purpose and everything has a way out…and I believe I have no soul. What kind of a person would I be if I did? I drink the blood of other murderers, kidnappers, rapists, and the list goes on, but the worst part of all this is that, I drink it because I like it, because I was addicted to its smooth, warm and sweet taste. I love its colour, it sparkling dark red, the way it is so dark the thicker it is. Blood is just divine, and the very best kind of people to get it from is criminals. Their blood are sweeter than most, and I believe that is because they feel the rush and exhilaration that no other person would, making them sweeter, but it is so rare to find a pure criminal. Most...bad guys, I suppose to could say, are alcoholics, or smokers, or drug addicts, or all of them together, and that does not taste too good. There has only been one person I have tasted that is pure, sweet, and fresh and was not a criminal. He was a very smart young man. So I find that if I can find just the right person that is as smart as he was and pure, then I would have found the best thing any of my sensors could find. That is way I want to join the Kira case, to have a taste to L's blood, and then Kira's, when I find him.

"V?" I instantly reacted by jumped from my spot, scattering along the floor and slammed my back against the back wall. The man that spoke was taken aback by my sudden reaction, and let out a gasp; he even went as far as falling backwards onto the floor. I would have found this amusing if he had not startled me first. He man looked middle aged, and anyone in my state could tell he was an FBI agent, or at the least, a cop, working on the Kira case. Clearly L had sent him to gather information out of me before L allowed himself to confront me directly.

As he got back up, I quickly made an estimated guess of which cop he could be from the police file, and if my estimates are not wrong, L would send out only the best at mind to come speak to me, so he would have to be the chief, Mr. Yagami. Well, it seems I have someone to play with until L gets here. "I am sorry." He, again, was taken aback.

"W-what?" he stuttered lamely.

"I am sorry," I repeated in a louder, clearer voice. Before he could speak again I quickly continued. "I am sorry for startling you that was never my intention." I ducked my head down in shame, or at least it seemed that way.

"Umm, that is alright, I . . . should have . . ." He could not continue, how can anyone go on when they have nothing to say?

"No, really, you were only trying to gain my attention, I should have–"

"You were deep in thought," he cut in. "I could have at least–" It was my turn to interrupt.

"Alright, how about a compromise, I was in thought, you startled me, than I scared you, and I cannot blame you, you must be very smug with the fact that you are looking into the eyes of the second most dangerous criminal in history." I looked back up, waiting for a reply. He did not respond. I win. "So . . ." I started a new mind game, moving from the wall. My next test is to see if I can get close enough to touch the glass without him noticing, maybe even get him to come closer also. "What brings you here this evening, Mr Yagami?" He held his head high and frowned.

"How do you know my name?"

"Oh, it was in the police files, and a fare warning, you should delete them before anyone else less friendly sees them, or at the least, hid them better." His throat tightened as he swallowed.

"Thank you, I'll make note of that."

"Good." I stared at him for a long minute, then smiled reassuringly when I saw he realise he was tense, I already saw it, ever before he knew he was doing it. "You do not get out much, do you Mr Yagami?"

"How would you know?" Oh, he was catching on, best make it less obvious.

"You just look a little pale, though that could easily be because you are having an intelligent convocation with me, face to face." He let out a shaky breath I doubt he even realised he was holding. "Tell me, is that because, A: I am dressed in clothing thinner than wrapping paper?" It was true, the clothing I wore were quite thing, being it only a long, daggy, white shirt that reached mid thigh. "B: you are talking to a murderer, or C: if I were tempted enough, I could find a way out of here in precisely 3.25 seconds and kill you?" He visibly stiffened. "I thought so." I took another step. He did not notice.

"If you don't mind me asking, but what is that supposed to mean?" I stilled just in time.

"I am saying you are pale because of A, B and C. Now enough chatter, you came here for more than that, correct me if I am wrong."

"No, you are right."

"I know. Now, if you do not mind, I find it easier to respect a man that gets right to the point."

"Oh, yes." I waited. "I was sent here by L, but you probably already knew that."

"Yes," I stated. "I am only curious to know as to why."

"Well, you don't have to be L to see how smart you are to be a murderer since the age of 10 and still out smart and run all agents–" He was taking too long.

"You are wasting my time, Mr Yagami." I turned my back on his and slowly began to walk the opposite direction as though I could leave.

"No, wait." I stopped. "He was hoping you could help us." I smirked in triumph, but quickly gained emotion, and turned it to a look of shock before turning to him.

"Did he now?"

"Yes." I turned my full body so I was facing him again, than took a few steps closer.

"What would I have to do?" Another step.

"Help us figure out where he is and how he kills." Another step.

"Oh, really? And here I thought you would have figured that much out already." A pause.

"We know he needs a face and a name." Another step.

"Oh, that's all?" Another step.

"Is there more?" he asked through a whisper as though someone were around.

"Oh, Mr Yagami . . ." A step. "I have the feeling we have not even began to understand anything." Step.

"What more is there to understand?" His voice was getting softer with each step I took, and he had not even noticed yet.

"Life, Mr. Yagami. We need to understand life." At this point I was up against the glass, now it was his turn to take a step. "But, between the two of us, I think I am the only one in this world to ever understand any of it," I said in a dramatic whisper.

"What makes you say that?" He then, just as planned, took a step.

"To see life, Mr Yagami, you must be observant."

And then, he took the final step. "What gives you the idea that I'm not?"

I smiled my devilish smirk. "Because, Mr Yagami, if you were observant, you would have seen that you are only one sheet of glass away from touching a deadly monster." His eyes widened, stating that he finely saw it, and finely realised my game. "It was a pleasure meeting you, Mr Yagami," I sighed, turning my back to him and walked to the farther wall once again. "You have given me valuable information to work with." And with that, he left.