Watari calmly sorted through case files on the computer placed in front of him. His office space was small, poorly lit, and filled with screens upon screens. Some on news channels, some scanning databases, and one absentmindedly opening recent transactions made by a certain Miss Cunningham. Sure, he could say it was an accident, but then that would be a lie. Yes, L told him to completely loose contact with Ann and erase all files of her existence from all of their computers; her and Marie's. It seemed cruel and mean, but Watari knew what he meant and could see through the distance he was trying to place between himself and Ann -- even though he didn't want him to. He wanted Watari to believe he had no interest in Ann, and that he did not care. Watari could see through that lie. L was trying to protect himself and protect Ann. For years he has at least allowed Watari to stay in some contact with and monitor her as long as he wasn't dragged into anything. But since the appearance of Kira, it was now best that Ann and Marie were erased and completely out of the picture as though they never even existed.

Watari adjusted his glasses as his eyes scanned down the computer screen at resent transactions Ann has made. So yes, he didn't delete everything; he couldn't. He was attached to Ann and Marie. The elderly man's eyes widened when they landed on two current purchases. Watari's palms began to sweat. This was not good, not good in the least. Two plane tickets and a condo were purchased in Japan. Ann had moved herself and Marie to Japan. It was painfully obvious what the twenty-three year old woman was attempting to do. She was being a fool. Now of all times? Watari knew she was not stupid, but it sure seemed like she was right now. He had to contact L. Oh how he was going to dread it, but he had to.

Ryuzaki lazily looked down in the direction of his pocket when the phone inside of it began to vibrate with a ring. He stared at it for a few moments disregarding the looks every one in the large metal task unit room was giving him.

"Are you going to answer that?" Matsuda questioned from where he stood monitoring the multiple television screens next to Light who was sitting in a swivel chair to the right of Ryuzaki. Sure it was a nice break to hear him finally stop going on about Misa Misa, but Matsuda had no right to question him, and for this reason Ryuzaki decided on purposely ignoring the vibrating phone. He went back to watching Misa on the screen, but as soon as the vibrating ring stopped, it started back up again. Ryuzaki supposed he was going to have to answer it now. He carefully pulled the phone out of his pocket to discover it was Watari who was trying to reach him. Why was Watari trying to get a hold of him through his cell phone when he could have easily used the computer? Ryuzaki flipped the phone open and held it up loosely to his ear.

"What is it Watari?" He asked bluntly

"I have come across some information I think you should know about sir."

-- Information? What kind of information could it be? Something about Kira? --

"I kept the files containing Ann's transactions." Watari began,

Ryuzaki's eyes boredly narrowed. He did not want to hear her name --Watari should have had listened --

"She moved to Japan."

-- Ann was in Japan!? That stupid girl!--

Ryuzaki kept a calm composure on the outside that continued to mask his inner thoughts and emotions. Now he had two things to worry about; the Kira case and Ann. Why couldn't she just stay in Russia. Maybe it was a bad move to have had Watari completely ignore her. If he didn't they would have been able to catch her move and stopped it. Now it was too late.

"Thank you for organizing those files Watari. Continue filing the others that way as well."

Watari nodded. He understood what L was saying to him. He now had to keep an eye on Ann.

Marie sat on the carpeted floor in front of her mother. She was completely entranced by the television located directly in her line of vision. Ann brushed through her hair daughters shoulder length jet black hair.

"Now that we live in Japan you know what would be fun?" Ann began while she picked up a dark brown hair tie from off of the floor pulling one side of Marie's hair into a low pigtail. "Changing our names!" She spoke cheerfully. Ann's voice was thick with a British accent just like her daughters.

"But I like my name mummy." Marie momentarily whined

"It is not going to be changed forever; we are just playing a little game." Ann spoke finishing tying Marie's hair into two low pigtails. She turned her daughter gently around so that she was facing her. "If you could have any name in the world what would it be?"

Marie thought to herself for a moment bringing her thumb up to her lips in thought. Ann cringed when she saw this; Marie was so much like him.

"Molly," Marie finally answered before she looked up at her mother.

"I love that name Marie!" Ann praised,

"What is your new name going to be mummy?" Marie asked

"Hmm, how about you help me think of one. The name you chose was so good."

Marie nodded, the name she chose was pretty good, "How about…. Lexie?"

"Hmm Lexie…" Ann thought to herself for a moment. It was important for Marie to be able to remember the names. From what she has observed so far with keeping up on the Kira case, Kira can kill by knowing someone's name. It was painfully obvious. That meant when she and Marie would change their names it had to be something Marie, a three year old, could remember. "I love that name, yes, Lexie and Molly. Now all we need is a last name…"

"You choose this one mummy" Marie announced

"How about Reed?" it was simple, sweet, and something a three year old could easily remember.

"I luve it!" Marie exclaimed clapping her hands

Ann smiled proceeding to stand up to her feet bringing Marie up with her in her arms.

"Then that's it, Lexie and Molly Reed, has a nice ring to it, yes?"

Marie nodded her head before wrapping her arms around her mother's neck.

"I miss Russia." Marie began lying her head on Ann's shoulder. She was looking off out the window that was located on a direct line behind them. Ann rolled her eyes only because she knew Marie was looking over her shoulder and could not see her expression.

"Marie, we have barely even been here one day. You'll love Japan! They have so many different kinds of treats; in fact, guess what lives right across the street from us?"

Marie continued to pout in her random mood swing, "what?"

"An Ice-cream parlor!"

The three year old's head quickly shot up, "let's go there now mummy!! Please, please, may we go there!?" She bounced

Ann laughed at her child's quick change of demeanor, "Okay but no more pouting, promise?"

Marie nodded furiously wiggling out of Ann's arms and to the floor so she could take her mothers hand.

"I pwumise." Marie confirmed with a head nod before she began to pull Ann towards the door.

Ann had to admit Japan was a beautiful place, and to think a crazed killer lurked in the shadows of it. Nerve racking yes, but she was not afraid. Really she had nothing to fear. She was not a criminal, nor was she a threat. Still safety precautions had to be taken.

Small black iron cast tables were placed outside of the ice-cream shop which was located across the street from the hotel on the edge of a beautiful park that was laced with blossoming sakura trees. Ann watched her daughter intently. Marie was completely engulfed in a land of wonder and sweets as soon as she received her vanilla ice-cream cone. She would try to keep Marie on a balanced diet but the three year old's sweet tooth was bigger than her head. One of the inherited traits Ann couldn't stand to wits end. Sitting comfortable at the iron table, Ann looked down at her cell phone which began to ring from its position on the table.

"Your phone ringing, mummy," Marie pointed out the obvious with a mouth full of ice-cream

"Thank you, love" Ann replied using a napkin to wipe Marie's mouth before she picked up the phone. It was a restricted number. Ann had to pushed herself not to get her hopes up.

"Bonjour?" She answered when she brought the phone up to her ear. Like Marie, Ann was fluent in Russian, French, Japanese, and American. Ann preferred French over them all. She loved the smooth and elegance of the beautiful language.

On the other side of the call two people listened.

"Hello, is this Ann?"

It was an elderly voice that she had almost forgotten. Ann knew who it was.

"No, I'm sorry, you have the wrong number. This is Lexie Reed."

Watari looked back at L for guidance. They were both situated in Watari's dimly lit, wire woven office; out of view and out of ear of every one. Ryuzaki knew that voice anywhere. The British accent was heavy. It was sincere voice that enunciated every word.

"It's her," He confirmed, "She changed her name." -- So she is taking precautions against Kira maybe? Smart girl.--

Ann listened to the short pause which came from the opposing party. Ryuzaki was listening in. She was almost positive. She had to say something to hook him in; this may be the only chance she would get. Ann sent Marie a disapproving look. The three year old was basically inhaling her ice-cream cone. Ann's face immediately lifted. That was it! Marie! Ann covered the bottom of the phone so that they would not be able to hear her on the other side.

"Molly," She spoke, calling Marie by her alias. Ann knew she was going to feel very low after this, but it was the only thing she could think of that would create enough of an impact. "wanna speak to daddy?"

Marie's eyes widened with the excited look of a child on Christmas morning.

"Yes pwease, yes pwease, yes pwease!" Marie was getting so excited she about tossed her ice-cream cone to the side, but at the last moment decided against it and ended up exchanging her mother the ice-cream cone for the cell phone.

"Don't eat it." Marie sternly warned wearing the most intimidating look a three year could muster; Ann smiled. She knew Marie was completely ecstatic about this opportunity.

"Bonjour, daddy!" Marie's voice rang into the phone.

Watari's face softened while Ryuzaki's eyes widened.

"We are in Japan, it is so big! And mummy and I are playing this game where we change names; I picked them out! My name is Molly and mummy's is Lexie, but I let mummy choose the last name; it's Reed." There was a short pause as Marie looked over to see her ice-cream was melting. "Ciao, papa; my ice cweam is melting."

Marie hung up the phone so she could quickly switch items with Ann. Ann sighed before she placed the cell phone back on the table. That was a low move, but if that didn't leave an effect she didn't know what would. Marie was smiling from ear to ear. Well, as long as Marie was happy that was all that mattered.

Ryuzaki stared in the direction of the tile floor in deep thought; his thumb was placed lightly on his lip. That was Marie. He didn't realize she could talk now. How old was she? Three—four? It was one of those two. That was a low move on Ann's part but quite strategic.