Wow. This is a fun story to write. x3 So here's the next chapter, hopefully it's ok :P

~Osprey

OH, and PS: I downloaded the Death Note soundtrack recently and I love it :3 I totally recommend it to listen to :D

Near swiveled around in his chair, idly pulling on a lock of white hair. They had discovered that this new Kira was located, once again, somewhere in the Kanto region. But what age was this new Kira? Near had been thinking it over for a while, not having a clue to what this Kira was like.

The previous Kira was, as the first L had said, childish and had a hate for losing. But Near had a feeling that this new murderer was one that did hate losing, but always thought of a way to turn it right around and win. It felt like he knew this person, but he couldn't put a finger on it...

Jet black hair fanned out across the bed as Kamari lay there, headphones on and scratching at a piece of spare paper with a pencil. She had decided to take a break from the Death Note and do some drawing. Ryuk was once again perched on her bookshelf, crunching on an apple- a green one instead of the usual red. The Shinigami had grown a liking for the green apples.

The death god watched the girl. He kind of liked her. The lingering question of why she wasn't scared of him still bothered him, though. Although the people he was bound to eventually became used to him, not a single one had not been startled by his appearance.

Kamari's brown eyes scanned the paper a final time before removing her arm from it's place across the top of the drawing to reveal the picture. She held up the drawing for Ryuk to see.

A perfectly accurate sketch of the Shinigami was etched onto the paper. Ryuk floated down from the shelf and stared at it for a second, tilting his head to the side like a curious young puppy. "Is that me?" he asked.

Kamari nodded, holding out the paper for Ryuk to take.

Ryuk clasped the edge of the paper with two fingers and held it up to his eyes, looking at it with a very interested expression on his face. Kamari watched him. She wondered what his reaction to it would be.

The death god stared at the paper for about a minute more. Then, right out of the blue, he slashed it right in two with a single swipe of his hand. Kamari stared him down, expressionless. So he does have some emotions, she thought to herself.

Kamari pulled off her headphones and set them on the bed. She stood up, tucking her cell phone into her pocket along with a small piece of the Death Note. "Come on, Ryuk," she said absentmindedly. "Let's go outside for a while. I'll buy you an apple."

Ryuk grinned. "Okay," he said, and followed the teenager out the door.

This new Kira somehow wants me to know that there is a new killer out there, thought Near. He knows that we already know his methods of killing, the different ways to kill, and everything that is possible to do with the Death Note. The third L sighed and blew a tuft of hair out of his face. Then, he pressed a key on his computer and spoke into the microphone.

"Roger, get me the files for every middle to high school student in the Kanto region," Near said solemnly.

"Right away," came the new Wammy house's new president. A beep sounded from Near's computer as the message came through with every single student file that Near had requested. "Thank you, Roger," said Near, and turned off the microphone.

He opened several files on the multiple computers lining the room, scanning each one. It was a completely wild guess, but Near had the feeling that the new Kira was not an adult. He generally avoided going with instinct, and rather hard core evidence, but this was different. Near had that strange gut feeling that he had known this person very well once. He just couldn't remember.

Kamari sat on the wooden park bench, moving her pen across the paper with deft, precise strokes. Ryuk floated around the park, making faces at the many people passing by them. Kamari looked up and stifled a laugh. Ryuk looked ridiculous. He floated over to her, munching on an apple that he had been saving for later but failed to. "Kamari, I'm bored," he complained.

Kamari rolled her eyes, but closed her sketchbook and tucked it under her arm. "Alright, Ryuk. Let's just go home," she said, and started walking down the tree-lined path.

When they reached Kamari's home, the girl leaped up the stairway to her room and went in, closing the door behind her. She crossed the carpeted floor to her desk and opened the drawer, expecting the Death Note to be waiting for her there. But all she saw was emptiness. The Death Note was gone.

Kamari Tikara, thought Near. I know you.

He stared at the picture of the raven-haired girl, peering into her deep brown eyes. The same girl who had appeared at Wammy's house years ago.

Near remembered her being several years younger than him. They were about six years apart, as he remembered it. Despite their age difference, Near sometimes got along quite well with Kamari. He knew very much about her, like how her name meant "like the moon," and how she idolized Mello and was constantly eating chocolate in the same manner as him. And most of all he remembered how Kamari was incredibly courageous, and always stood up for what she believed in. She adored L, and always wished she was at Wammy's house because of her intellect, and not because she was just an orphan off the street.

But Near knew that she really was incredibly smart, and that she was as capable as he was to become L's successor. She just didn't have the confidence in herself that she could do it.

Then came the day that Kamari ran away from Wammy's. It was four years after she came to the house, when she was ten. Near was sad, but hid it from everyone. Kamari had been one of his only friends, always sitting with him and watching curiously as he played with his toys. Near hadn't heard of her whereabouts for three, almost four, years.

Now he knew she was still out there. And Near had the strangest feeling that she was the one he was looking for.

But the third L knew that he couldn't rely on instincts for two reasons. One, none of the officers would ever take him seriously if he sent them to investigate Kamari only because of his guessing. Two, it just didn't make logical sense. Near narrowed his eyes. He never thought it would have to come to him investigating his first friend.

Kamari glared at Ryuk. "You know who's trying to find me, don't you?"

Ryuk cackled. Kamari took that as a yes. She turned back to the desk and ran her tongue over her teeth in thought. Was there anyone she knew personally that would want to catch Kira? Kamari recalled that L was the one searching for the first Kira. Was L still out there?

Deep in thought, Kamari idly pulled out a piece of scratch paper and ran a pencil over a few spots to make shapes. Blinking out of absentmindedness, she glanced down at the paper. The shapes of two eyes stared back at her. Light gray eyes with traces of darkness around them. Determined, calm, yet playful. Kamari knew those eyes. Everything clicked in her mind as she sat straight upright, startled.

Near. The boy she met at Wammy's house almost eight years ago. Near was after her.

Ryuk's maniac laughter echoed in her mind as realization dawned over her. Once again, it was Kira against L. The first one to find the other would win. In Kamari's case, winning meant killing.

She would have to kill her first friend.

Ooh, suspense! 8D Hope you liked this chapter, it was a bit longer :3 Please review and/or subscribe! :D