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Chapter Three:

Arrangments

"There, that ought to do it," L muttered as he closed the bottom drawer of Light's dresser. Rubbing his feet together, he ran through the mental list of clues he had compiled.

Percy Whitehead.

Isabella Swan. (Yes, readers, that was, most definitely, on purpose.)

Nathaniel James.

Kristopher Loper.

Paolo Isaly.

Ichigo Hitachi.

Nadashiko Kanamori.

Kai Masu.

Penelope Gonzalez.

Ike Kasuga.

Nikolai Roma.

Katherine Janet.

The list went on and on, but one thing stayed the same, as L had noticed over the past two weeks. In fact, after the first six names, he caught on in an instant. It made sense, and it didn't make sense.

There were other factors to consider as well: the disappointment in Light's eyes when he saw that there was only blue cotton candy available at headquarters; the bright ink stains that appeared on Light's hands after taking a bathroom break (the bathroom was equipped with microphones but no cameras), the small rectangular form in his breast pocket that L saw was some pastel color from a lucky glance as Light hid it away; and the most damning evidence so far: Light's public petitioning for the issuing of new jumpsuits to imprisoned criminals of a much more feminine color than neon orange. His reasoning: it would further humiliate the scum of society.

L continued to rub his feet as he stared up at the clock on top of the dresser from his comfortable crouch on the floor. "Ah, it's almost time" he thought aloud.

He slowly made his way to the front door, where a coat rack stood slightly to the left. L easily hid himself under the long overcoat forgotten there by Soichiro Yagami.

Yes, this will do nicely, he thought, settling once again into his comfortable crouch. Now then…for my pawn I think I'll use Matsuda. Yes, definitely him. It would be a slight on their dignity if I used anybody else. L's thin frame shook with silent laughter as he called Matsuda's cellphone.

"Hello? Matsud…uh…Matsui here!" answered Matsuda. L rolled his eyes, then cleared his throat. "Relax, Mr. Matsuda, it's just Ryuuzaki." He couldn't help but smirk; Matsuda was always nearly blowing his own cover.

"Oh! Hi! Uh…so what's up?" Matsuda gasped. He didn't know what else to say. What could he possibly stutter besides his informal greeting? L mused as he extracted a lollipop from his back pocket before responding.

"I was hoping, Mr. Matsuda, that perhaps you would perform a certain task for me at today's meeting", L paused at Matsuda's sharp intake of breath. He held the phone away from his ear a split second before hearing Matsuda shout "ARE YOU SERIOUS! Oops, sorry."

L returned the phone to his ear in time to hear Matsuda smack his own forehead. "Yes, quite serious, I'm sure", he said dryly.

"Oh anything for you, sir! With…within reason" Matsuda amended.

L chuckled. This was going to be far too easy. He popped the lollipop into his mouth before briefing Matsuda on his exclusive assignment.

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