L watched his monitor eagerly. As soon as he had made the decision, he had sent Watari to place numerous cameras around the Asahi home. It had been simple enough to find the address. For a week, he had heard nothing from her. She hadn't done anything but sleep.

"Wake up," Houshou's voice crackled through L's headset. "Hana. Wake up." He pushed through the modest door and into the humble bedroom. "Hana. Seriously. Get up."

Hana groaned and rolled over, burying her face in the fluff of her pillow. "Five more minutes."

Houshou closed his eyes and grabbed her by the scruff of her top to drag her out of the blankets.

"Nooo," she whined. "Houshouuuuu. Noooooooooo."

He dragged her limp body down out of the bland room and down towards the stairs. "You can cooperate, or we can do this the hard way."

"Why do you wake up so early?" She settled on her knees and stared at him with sleep-glazed eyes. "Is it really necessary?"

"No, but I prefer to do things in the morning as opposed to later." He grabbed her hand and embarked down the stairs to the basement.

She whined senselessly and stumbled to keep up. "I'm soreeee."

"That wouldn't happen if you would keep track of your medication." He curtly replied.

"But what if it's fr—."

"It's from your cardiac arrest and most likely your organs. I wouldn't be surprised if they're starting to fight you."

"Let the dead rest," she whined. "You gave me less than a week of sleep, you bastard."

"You're truly a zombie." He smirked to himself and flicked a lonely light on. It was the first time L was able to fully see the room, as the camera had been in the dark for most of the time. An autopsy table gleamed in the center of the room, metallic and cold. A set of various sharp medical tools was piled on an end table beside it, and a single-framed body-storage unit was pressed against the wall.

"Idiot." She scowled as he sat her down on the table and went to the cabinets to fetch several items.

He returned with candles, two notebooks, and a picture album. "I," he coughed slightly. "Broke into your old house in America, and took several items. It was easy enough. The point of this exercise is—."

"Is to have my brain regain memories by itself and not artificially. I know." She stopped him. "Though what if by telling me my name, I was able to remember it?"

"Would you remember, or would your brain choose based on what I tell you?"

"I don't know." She scowled.

"Exactly." He waved a vanilla candle under her nose.

"What are you doing?" She squinted at him suspiciously.

"Sometimes smells trigger certain memories." He answered, setting the fragrant light source down. "For instance, if you were someone who lived surrounded by, oh, I don't know, the smell of chocolate, then the smell of chocolate would make you remember where you lived."

"Chocolate," she repeated dreamily. "That sounds good right now."

"Focus," he snapped, waving a cinnamon candle next.

"Nothing." She reported.

"Hmmm." He grabbed a small box and presented the insides to her. "This is your old jewelry."

"Oh!" Her eyes caught onto a bracelet. "This is my favorite!" She snatched it up and fought it onto her wrist.

Houshou's eyes narrowed.

"I remember that…" She murmured, staring at the bracelet. It was a plain chain, a simple apple hanging off of a small clasp.

"Good." Houshou flipped open a notebook and scribbled down unseen notes. "Who gave it to you?"

"I…" She frowned. "Boyfriend. A boyfriend. Before I moved."

"What was his name?" Houshou urged.

"I…don't know. I just see a silhouette…. And I smell cologne. It reminds me of comfort…and happiness."

"What does that smell like to you?" He raised his eyebrow.

"I have no idea."

"So you're not completely hopeless." He smirked.

"You're creepy when you smile." She told him. "And put your hair up. It's weird down."

He smirked wider and tied his raven hair into a limp ponytail. "Creepy is only the beginning, love."

She scowled, fiddling with the charm bracelet.

He grinned and attached a charm.

"A notebook?" She frowned. "How…predictable of you."

"Notes are life, love." He caressed her face before suddenly ripping through her shirt. "However, so are organs."

Hana didn't appear to be surprised by the motion as she leaned back and looked at him with contempt. Stitches ran down her pale torso in a more or less straight line before they veered up and around her shoulders.

Houshou ripped a piece of fake flesh away from her neck, revealing another set of stitches.

"Good," he cooed. "It looks like your skin is beginning to thread."

"Whatever the hell that means." She ran her fingers through her tangled hair and scowled. "You could try and be more gentle."

He ran his fingers down the heavy stitching. "I'll have to manually remove these soon."

"Eww…." She shuddered. "That sounds painful."

He shrugged and smiled lovingly at her chest. "My beautiful creation."

"Screw you." She hopped off the table and padded towards the staircase. "Oh. Good morning, Rembre-san." She glanced over her shoulder.

L frowned. Who was she talking to?

Houshou turned to stare at the same blank spot. "Make sure she doesn't get herself killed, alright?"

Hana flounced up the stairs to the kitchen. "My name is…" She roared with frustration before turning to stare at something. "I know. I know. You've told me before. 'Your real name is Hana Asahi, simply because it's what you were given life to.' But what about my real real one?" She paused as if listening. "I'm sorry I asked. Stop. Stop talking. Rembreeeee!" She whined.

Hana took her cell phone from her pocket and stared at it. "What should I do now?" She asked the invisible 'Rembre'. I think I should…should…"

L dialed her number and held the phone up to his ear, clutching the top of it.

After a few moments, her phone lit up and buzzed in her palm. Hana yelped, nearly dropping it. "Restricted?" She blinked. "Creepy." She picked it up. "Hello?"

"Would you mind coming in today?"

Hana narrowed her eyes. "…Ryuuzaki?"

"That's right."

She brightened. "Not a problem!" She cheered. "I don't have any plans, seeing as it's Saturday!"

"I'll send Watari to pick you up at noon." L grunted.

"Thanks!" She waited until the line dropped before sitting down at her kitchen table to flip through a notebook.

L stood and faced away from his monitor, returning his attention to Light. "You said you were suspicious of Hana being Kira," he told the boy. "So I have invited her to join the investigation."


About an hour later, Watari presented a gussied up Hana. She smiled shyly as she entered the room.

"Ah, Hana-chan." He approached her. "I'm glad you could make it."

"Yagami-kun?" She noticed Light standing in the corner. "What are you doing here?"

"I joined the investigation yesterday," he smiled at her.

"Oh I see." She thought back. Yesterday she slept the entire day away. "I hope I can be of use to you all."

"They're planning to air a journal from the Second Kira on TV." Soichiro told her.

"Second Kira?" She stared at him blankly.

"The 'Kira' that aired the night that you and Soichiro raided the Sakura TV studio is likely a fake." Ryuuzaki briefed her. "We have named him Second Kira. Last night, we aired a response from the 'real' Kira saying that we disapprove of the fake one, but will be glad with their allegiance. Tonight, they have given us a journal."

Hana looked over Light's shoulder.

May 2006:

1st: Even though I said I wasn't going to attend the circle activities with GW High, my friends still rang and asked me to go.

4th: Went to see "Morning Musume" with my friend at the Saitama Super Arena.

5th: Last day of the holiday, but I just lazed around at home.

7th: School started, but I'd divided the notebooks for different classes with my friends, so I didn't attend.

10th: Got invited to a part by friends but turned it down. Yokohama is too far.

13th: A friend came to borrow a CD that I'd promised to lend them.

16th: Forgot about a report that was due. Asked a friend to come over in order to copy theirs.

19th: Read "Jump" for the first time in ages. Reading it all in one go was fun.

22nd: Met up with a friend in Aoyama and looked at each other's notebooks.

30th: Confirmed that there was a Shinigami present in the Tokyo Dome.

"Look at the 30th," L advised Light.

Hana raised her eyebrows. Shinigami? She glanced behind her for a moment, staring at Rembre. The 'woman' shrugged her shoulders.

"Technically," she spoke to Hana. Only Hana heard. "I don't want to help you."

"Bitch." Hana mouthed.

"Broadcasting this will cause a panic, and the game will be cancelled." Soichiro informed them. "Do they even realize this?"

L popped a chocolate truffle into his mouth. "If I'm honest, this is so dumb I'm not quite sure how to deal with it."

"What is it you find dumb, Ryuuzaki?" Hana turned her green eyes to him.

"If we broadcast this diary, we'd also have to make the announcement that the match on the 30th will be cancelled. Yet, if we don't broadcast the diary, the second Kira won't make their move."

"Plus," Matsuda sat down on the couch. "If we cancel the game, they may get angry, and who knows what they'll do…"

"It'll be okay." L said. "The second Kira appears to worship Kira. We should be fine in believing their promise to our fake Kira that they won't take innocent lives."

Hana frowned. "Is that what we should focus on?"

"What do you mean?" L turned his dark-rimmed eyes to her.

"The Tokyo Dome is suspicious and all, but if we're wanting to find this Kira, could we not be suspicious of anyone in Aoyama with a notebook?"

"There's a lot of people in Aoyama," Light protested. "Who's to say anyone with a notebook is the second Kira?"

"She's right." L stated. "I can continue looking for hidden messages, but if it's something only a shinigami-powered person can understand, I won't break it. It's safe to say that all areas mentioned should be under surveillance. The 22nd; met up with a friend in Aoyama. The 24th; met up with a friend in Shibuya. Realistically we can't expect any results, but we'll need to pay attention to anyone that's in Aoyama with a notebook, and anyone shopping clothes in Shibuya."

Light just glared at L.

"I'll arrange to increase the number of surveillance cameras around Shibuya and Aoyama as much possible. In addition, on the respective days, we'll need to have as many plainclothes policemen as possible at each location."

Matsuda beamed. "Well, I'll go, since I'll easily be able to blend in with the crowd at Aoyama and Shibuya."

"I'll go as well," Light stood behind his father, his eyes determined.

"Light!" Soichiro gaped.

"It'll be okay, father." Light assured him. "I occasionally go to Aoyama and Shibuya. Besides, I'm the least likely to look out of place wandering around there with Matsui-san."

"Hana-chan should go as well." L cut in. "She's young, and could play the shopper part easily."

"I'm not a policeman…" She argued anxiously. "Plus… Err…"

They looked at her expectantly.

"I just really hate being in crowds." She deflated. "There's so many germs…and my immune system isn't all that great…and….and…"

"You'll be fine, Hana-chan." Light smiled down at her. "Let's leave the plans for Aoyama and Shibuya until tomorrow."

Hana stayed with Ryuuzaki as Light and Matsuda went down to leave. "Are you sure you want me on this?"

"You're a psychological profiler, right?" L stared up at her from his chair.

"Well…I'm still in school for it." She said.

"You're a valuable resource." He told her.

"You keep saying that, but I'm not sure you mean it." She sheepishly headed towards the door.

The door swung closed behind her. "If nothing else, I'll figure out who you are."


Hana saw the group that Matsuda and Light had blended into, glaring at her Guardian. "Rembre, feel free to screw off."

Rembre tossed her hair indignantly. "And betray Houshou-sama?"

"Yes." Hana shuddered as she smiled at Light and Matsuda, waving from her distance.

As she got closer, Light addressed the group. "This is my friend Rose-san. She goes to the University too."

"I recognize you!" A girl gushed. "You're in math with me!"

"Advanced Calculus…" Hana corrected quietly.

"Rose-san is single," Light winked at the three guys.

"Oiii!" She complained. "No need to advertise!"

They all laughed and embarked towards Aoyama's shopping square.

"Nehh, what's your name supposed to be?" Hana hissed towards Matsuda.

"Taoru." He replied softly.

"I'm Rose," she whispered. "Why the hell am I Rose?"

He shrugged and she padded up to Light. "Yagami-kun!" She called. Her voice dropped to a whisper. "Why is my name Rose?"

He smiled down at her, seemingly bright. "Because your current name means 'flower', but we need to give you an alias. I thought it would be cute if you were still a flower."

"That's…weird." She matched his pace and linked arms with him to attempt to slow his long-legged stride.

He caught sight of her bracelet and took her hand and his eyes went big. "That's pretty." He managed.

"A guy that's into jewelry?" She teased.

"When did you get it?" He asked, reluctantly releasing her hand.

"Mmm. I don't actually know." She answered, fiddling with it. "But I remember that my boyfriend had given it to me."

"Oh? You have a boyfriend?" He asked playfully, masking his suspicion.

"Had…" She fiddled with the apple. "I had this obsession with eating apples. One a day and everything's okay!" She offered a half-hearted grin before gasping. "Thank you so much Yagami-kun!" She threw his arms around his neck. "I remembered something! Finally!"

He flinched and accepted it stiffly.

She stayed pressed up against him as they navigated the crowded sidewalk, her face contorted in a grimace and scowl combination.

"Are you alright?" He asked as Matsuda was dragged by one of his own friends.

"I'm fine." She glanced up at him nervously. "Do I not look like I am?"

"You look like you've been shot, actually." He patted her head affectionately, causing her to flinch.

"Oi! Light-san! Quit hogging the new girl!" His friend with glasses snorted, running up to stand beside them. "It's not fair!"

Light smiled and held his hand in the air in surrender. "Can't blame me if she's more interested in talking to me."

The other guy blanched. "I totally can! You get all the ladies!"

Hana blinked. "You're quite the player, Yagami-kun." She punched him playfully in the arm.

"Watch out for his type." Rembre told her, crossing her arms.

She rolled her eyes and linked arms with Light again. "We should go get ice cream."

"You like ice cream?" He blinked down at her, calculatingly connecting her to his memories.

"Have you met someone who doesn't? Anyways, Houshou never lets me get any. Says a healthy diet doesn't include lactose." She sighed heavily. "Really. He irritates me so much."

Light smiled. "Let's go, then."

She looked up with him and grinned toothily. "Okay!"