Chapter Three – The Plan Begins Motion

After I got off the plane to Japan, I had ordered a hotel for a week's stay. I turned in an actual rapist and asked the NPA to release the information within a week, to be sure that Rain and L wouldn't suspect that I was absent. Then, I left Japan for Mexico for about three days, where I bought large amounts of silver products in small quantities, enough for about one hundred fine arrows and a strong bow. I returned to Japan to craft my arrows.

I did all this in four days while keeping in touch with Rain and L via the watch/camera.

They'd also finished the case three days later, as I had predicted.

I don't think they suspected anything, for I feigned working by typing and writing occasionally during our short conversations.

For the next two days, I bought a beautiful silver quiver for my arrows, with the phases of the moon neatly engraved in the sides. Along with that, I bought a shimmering silver cloth which I had sewn (with meticulous care, for I'm a horrible embroiderer) into a huntresses' outfit. The night I came back to America would be the day of my first strike.

The plane ride back to America (which was a day earlier than what I'd told them) was relatively interesting, for I had begun to use one of my other cameras. This one was stuck to the light in the center of the room the two usually worked in. Being miniscule, this was an excellent choice because it would be impossible to detect in the dark due to its flat structure and lack of lights. I scanned the room with it, and saw the two kissing. Trust me, it's very interesting to spy on a pair of gay guys for the first time.

It shocked me when L stripped off Raito's shirt. I had always imagined Raito being on bottom, but it's much more startling to actually see it happening. His slim hands steadily traveled over Rain's bare skin, and Rain reacted to the touch.

I decided it was time I stopped watching. This was private, and I could access the video anytime I wished.

I was pleased to see that the two were getting it together, at least. If they were kissing after a week of my absence (we usually work together, so I'm never gone for more than a day), then if I was absent most nights…. –wolf whistles- Baby. Neither knew I was coming, so I doubted they'd stop. That left me free to my nighttime expeditions.

The plane hit the ground and the attendants let us leave. I took a taxi to my house, where I dropped my stuff off and paid the man graciously. There, I changed into my attire for the night and snuck off, a criminal mastermind in the making.

Despite my appearance, I'm as fit as a ninja. Actually, I am a ninja now. I leapt upon rooftops, sneaking along the chimneys. My first target was a criminal I knew very well. I had tracked him and put him in jail the first time, doing the arresting personally. He was jailed several times. His name was Justin Timberlake! -gasp- Just kidding. His name is Noah Jones. He's a serial rapist who was sexually abused while he was a kid. I despise people like that. They, of all people, should know how painful it is.

If I was correct, the alley I was standing over would be the site of a would-be rape site. This area was a personal favorite of his, and he struck every three days at midnight. I checked the city's clock tower. 11:58. Great.

"Aah!"

My attention was caught as a woman shrieked, her bosoms grabbed by Noah. I traveled along the sides, trying to get a better aim at his heart. Finally, he shoved the woman to the ground. It was a clear shot. With an experienced swipe, I grabbed an arrow, fit it to the string under the knocking bead, aimed, and fired.

He was killed in one shot.

The woman, who was expecting something horrendous, looked up as he gave a gulp of pain. She saw him fall, and, seeing her chance, escaped. Smart girl.

I dropped down, which was about thirty feet. I pulled the arrow out of his chest, not wanting to loose any arrows. I only carried twenty at a time because they were too heavy. Blood pooled around my feet, sandaled in the ancient Greek fashion. Disgusting. I'd have to wash it off later.

I gave one last look of contempt at the dead rapist. Guilt tugged fiercely at my heart, and I acknowledged it. I didn't even try to make any excuses for it. If I went to hell, I definitely deserved it.

But I can't die. No, not yet.

Not until Rain is happy.

This is a relatively short chapter for this story, but I thought that it was a good place to end it.

Frankly, I think Soryu, although I love her very much and she is very smart, is very stupid to believe that this will make Raito happy. That's why she's not a Mary Sue. : And, of course, she probably knows this too, but she doesn't want to believe it, especially now since she'd already committed a crime. :S

The reason why I've updated both stories was that I came home today and looked on my stats. They were impressive by my standards, and, inspired, I typed out stories for two hours while simultaneously packing for my upcoming camping trip, talking to my friends, and doing chores. :P Worth it to see you guys happy :

Thanks for reading and reviewing (hopefully)!

Sora :3