DICLAIMER: swim4life4ever does NOT own Death Note. I do own an illegal competition suit and it makes me sad that I can't wear it :( that shit cost $100 and I wore it for 3 races before the officials were all like "ILLEGAL ILLEGAL ILLEGAL!"
Sad day :(
So I'm totally in the mindset to write this right now, for reasons no one shall KNOW! Muahahaha!
Oh dear......
Kaori's PoV
Present Day
"Ren-kun! You're arm is crossing over on your backstroke, pivot more on your hips and bring your shoulders more out of the water." I demonstrated, twisting my arm to show him. The fifteen year old boy watched me intently and nodded, going right into his swim.
"Hey Coach! We finished the set!" I heard Saori call, the tall fourteen year old wearing a neon colored cap. She loved to stand out that way, wearing bright colored suits, caps, and mismatched goggles. But she always gave it her all in practice, pushing herself into exhaustion.
This is probably why she's my ABSOLUTE favorite swimmer.
I walked over to her lane, which she was leading.
"Great job tonight, guys. 200 warm down and pull in your lane lines," I gave them their instructions. I walked into the small office, turning off the computers, making sure everything was in order, the usual. Then I heard Kino, the head coach, walk in.
"Excited for all the championship meets coming up?" he asked. I smiled
"Very! It'll be fun to watch, it's some of these kids first time going to them."
"Well they couldn't have done it without you. I've seen so much improvement since you joined out staff. It's amazing." I blushed slightly. "Well, I'll see you tomorrow." I said my goodbyes and headed out and saw Saori by the door.
"Hey Saori-chan, psyched for the next couple of weeks?" I asked her as we walked out of the building.
"Very! But..." She led off.
"What? Something wrong?" I asked, slightly concerned.
"I'm.... I'm just really nervous, you know. I've never been to a meet this big." That was understandable, she was just starting to break out of her shell in swimming.
"Saori-chan, don't worry! I promise, I'll be there for you for your race," I promised sternly. She beamed at me. Suddenly, a car honked.
"That's my ride, I'll see you tomorrow, Coach!" I smiled That never got old. I pulled my iPod out of my pocket and plugged it into my ears, starting my run home. My feet slapping the pavement, my mind drifted to what it always did on these runs, no matter how hard I tried to stop it.....
I slowly stirred awake. I expected it to be warm, but my bed was cold. I shot upright, clutching the blanket to my bare chest.
"Ryuzaki....?" I called out softly.
Then I saw it, sitting on my nightstand.
Do Not Look For Me
For a moment, I thought that this was a joke, and Ryuzaki would pop out of nowhere. But when that didn't happen, I convinced myself this was a dream.
Ryuzaki would never do anything like this to me.
Not ever.
My body shaking, I slowly got dressed, taking care with everything I did. I couldn't believe this.
I walked out to my car and drove to the only person who could understand what I was going through.
I knocked on Nikita's back door This was a code we had. If either of us was in serious trouble, or upset, we go to the back door
We used this a lot when my parents were still together.
It had been awhile since I had to use the back door
Nikita, quite literally, sprinted to her back door
"You know, you can just walk in. My mom and dad are at work. That back door thing really has no point... Hun, what's wrong?" she asked, placing her hands on wither side of me. I handed her the note. "Get your ass in here now." she said, looking at the note incredulously.
"Who wrote this?" Nikita asked sternly. I tried to say his name but I just couldn't. "Kaori-chan, who wrote this?" she asked seriously
"Ry..... Ryuzaki...." I whispered, biting my lower lip.
"Kaori-chan, what did you do with him?" I shook my head, not looking at her, tears streaming down my face. And I never cry. She had only seen me cry once before, and that's when I was four and broke my foot. So she was REALLY WORRIED.
"Kaori.... did you have sex with him?" she asked, her eyes wide. Then a sobbed ripped through me as I nodded. I put my hands over my face and I felt Nikita put her arms around me and whispered,
"We're gonna have a "Lets Castrate All Men Party."
That was a fun party.... I thought to myself. Blasting girl rock, dancing throughout the house she occupied. But no matter what I did, I still hurt on the inside.
I reached my house and pulled the key out of my back pocket, unlocking the front door. I dashed over to the computer, checking for any news on the Kira Case.
My dad, who was wrongfully accused of murder, what tore my whole family apart, was killed by Kira, who 'sentenced' him to that.
And this L guy, he fascinated me. He's solved crimes the whole FBI, the greatest crime solvers in the world, couldn't, all on his own.
I was in awe.
So I was doing everything I could to find him, to talk to him. I may not have the investigative skills to be a detective, but I can hack any network you give me. Of course that's why I graduated from college with a major in computers and a minor in English.
Crazy, I know.
I typed away at the computer. I had retrieved the ICPO data files on the case a few weeks ago, but I still had to track down L.
Days and weeks of hunting through files and I finally opened one file, giving me an address.
Then my computer started flashing.
"Holy shit!" I screamed, jumping away from the computer.
Then, L's computerized voice took over.
"Greetings, hacker. You have managed to retrieve this data from the ICPO headquarters. Unbeknowst to you, I had a tracking bug on this particular file, knowing it would spark interest. Especially to Kira. You are currently being tracked by my personal detectives. For your own good, I suggest you stay where you are.
If you wish to remain alive, that is."
The computer screen went black.
I stared in shock at the computer. In anger, I slapped the keyboard, causing a dent in it.
"God damn it!" I growled. But then I realized something.
L's personal detectives were coming, which means he doesn't want the police involved. So....
Does that mean I get to meet L?
I smiled t the thought, and waited for 'justice' to claim me.
About ten minutes later, I heard my door being kicked in and I jumped. The two men were wearing masks, to protect the from 'Kira', I assumed. I put my hands up and when they reached to handcuff me, I smirked, turned away from them.
I was then blindfolded and bound, not knowing where they were taking me. The car took many twists and turns and I couldn't memorize it.
I felt myself being grabbed roughly and pushed forward to walk.
Neither man said a word.
Finally, when we entered a room, I assumed, we stopped.
"Miss, you are being held here for not only retrieving sensitive material, but also on the suspect of being Kira, do you understand this?" I heard the computerized voice say. Clearly, L decided to keep his voice random for now.
"I understand how you achieved this conclusion, however, I'm quite the opposite. I wish to dispose of Kira. I wanted to join your team, thus, I wanted to meet you, which we are sort of doing now." I spoke quickly, my palms sweating.
"Miss, may I ask why you would go to such measures to do so?" L asked, the computerized voice sending shills down my spine.
"My father, Rinko Izumi, you can even look him up, was wrongly accused of murder six years ago. Kira, however, did not know this, and killed him simply because his face and name was online along with this 'crime' he committed," I explained. "I can assure you, I'm not Kira." There was a moment of silence.
"Aizawa, please uncuff and unblindfold her, if you may?" I heard several sharp gasps.
"L! What are you thinking?" A man asked is concern.
"If she's Kira, she'll kill us, or try to, especially me. I'm sure this girl, if not Kira, will be able to assist us on the premise of the hack she did. I'm sure her skills would be.... beneficial." Wow, maybe this guy wasn't bad at all. Even with the computerized voice. I felt two hands at the back of my head, undoing the blindfold. Since my feet and wrists were still bound, I fell to my knees as they undid the blindfold.
I opened my eyes, taking in the vast room, with several computer screens in the center.
Then my eyes fell on him.
With a microphone in front of him, his ebony hair was slightly in his hair. He sat slightly slouched over, bags under his eyes, wearing the same outfit as always, eating a slice of cake.
"Ryuzaki?!"
Teeheehee cliffy :)
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