Skipped a day this time. I ended up staying up all night last night watching a movie with my brother. He works night shift, so he stays up all night the night before so he can sleep the day before he's got to work, and I generally stay up with him and prod him awake whenever he starts falling asleep too early. So yeah. Didn't get much work done last night.

But, 'tis done now, and I 'tis happeh.

Wow, four reviews this time around. I only ever got email alerts for two, which is weird, but at least it allows me a pleasant surprise. Thanks, guys!!

Review replies?

blueness: I can't help but feel guilty about it. It's the curse of a writer who cares T-T But hey, at least it's keeping me writing at a pretty much consistent pace this time.
The Jaide Ninja Spork: That would be an interesting dream xD I'd be the weirdo that woke up from it laughing hysterically and probably scare the crap out of my nephew since he sleeps in the room next to mine. But yeah--the suspicion and the greater time delay were two of the things that really annoyed me in the earlier chapters. That was part of the timeline issue that I had; the other part was that I noticed I included Yagami's heart attack and the broadcasting of the Kira tapes on the same day; seeing that annoyed me to absolutely no end, since that made no logical or chronological sense whatsoever. Sorry for the random rant in the reply... there were just so many things in the original that ticked me off that hardly anyone else seemed to notice T-T Haha, fireworks are the best. Lucky they're legal to set off where I live without any kind of license, which is totally awesome xD Thanks for the awesome review, and sorry I never got to reply to the first one Dx I figured I'd be better off replying here, regardless of length, just so I don't go all randomly amnesiac and forget again.
Apathetical: You've led me to come up with a new meaning for planoblastic. It is a word, but it turned out to just be a boring term to do with underwater plants or something. I believe I'll post the new definitions at the bottom of this chapter.
Kairi the Strong: But wouldn't it be fun to watch if it did happen? xD

Story stuffs:

Disclaimer: No. Owns. Except my original characters, I'm still claiming them for now.

Warnings: The usual.

Quotey-thing:
"So it was Yagami in the armored vehicle?" Don said.

"The old bloke 'at had a heart attack?" Pat said, looking between the monitors. "Isn't he in the hospital?"

"Well, unless studio G-6 is doubling as a hospital now, I'd say no," Don said.


A moment after the news anchor let the tapes roll, the screen switched to a white screen with four black, Old English letters written upon it, spelling out the name Kira. The Old English font was no doubt meant to intimidate L.

"D… d'yeh think maybe it's just Sakura TV trying to increase their popularity?" Katherine asked quietly. "It would be beyond terrible, but…" The others stayed silent.

There definitely was something strange about the whole thing, even as an electronic voice spoke after a short moment.

"I am Kira. If this tape was aired at exactly 5:59 p.m. of April 18, then it should be 5:59:38 right now. Thirty-nine seconds. Forty…. Please change the channel to Taiyou TV. The news anchor will die of heart failure at exactly six o'clock p.m."

The four in the room looked at each other for a moment, then Al rushed off into the monitor room and turned on a television in there and switched it to the correct channel. He glanced over at the monitor as L was telling one of the task force to change the channel and instructing Watari to bring in two more television sets. It was only a moment later that the news anchor's hand gripped his chest, and he slumped over the news desk, motionless.

"Th—that's…" Katherine, who had moved to watch from the doorway, shook her head in disbelief. "It has to be Kira, but…"

"That was punishment for always speaking out against me on TV." Katherine turned her head to look back at the television in the living room. "Surely one person isn't enough to prove my identity, so I will take another sacrifice. The target is a commentator on the same network who always opposes my actions." Katherine looked back through the doorway at the small television in the monitoring room as another man was shown having a heart attack.

"This isn't Kira," Al said suddenly.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Katherine asked incredulously. "Who else can cause heart attacks like that?"

"I know that!" Al snapped, and Katherine took a step back despite being the length of an entire room away from him already. "But Kira has some sense of justice, even if it is a bit blurred. This is cold-blooded murder. Kira doesn't care who opposes him."

"Then what're you thinking?"

Al shook his head. "I'm not sure yet, but…" He shook his head again. "You keep an eye on this television and the monitors," he said, suddenly rushing towards the door into the living room, pulling out his cell phone. Katherine did a sidestep and let him through before hurrying to the sofa in the monitor room. Head pounding, she tried to keep a watch on both the currently chaotic Taiyou TV station and the monitors of the investigation team. Both sides were growing increasingly chaotic as Matsuda tried to reach Sakura TV through the telephone—no doubt what Al was trying to do—and Ukita rushed out the door, seeing going down there in person as the only way.

Silence took over their investigation headquarters at this, and Katherine could hear the Kira tape from Sakura TV playing through the open doorway.

"I wish to create a peaceful world, one with no crime. If we all work together for this utopia, it won't be hard at all to achieve. As long as no one tries to oppose me, no one will have to die. I won't kill you as long as you don't make a stand against me in public, even if you do oppose me. It won't take too long for this world to become a paradise that could never otherwise be attainable. The world will be full of only those with good conscience. Take a moment and imagine a world with no evil. Imagine if the police would work together with the God of the New World to achieve such justice."

Taiyou TV interrupted halfway through the last sentence, and Katherine turned her head to watch the television screen. "Please stay calm, everyone. We will get more details on the tapes being broadcasted over Sakura TV soon. Right now, we are live at the front entrance of Sakura TV." The television switched from the Taiyou TV logo that had been posted amidst the panic. "This is a live feed from the front of the Sakura TV station—we do not have a correspondent there at this time, but what you are seeing is live footage."

Katherine squinted at the screen. "It… can't be…" she mumbled, standing quickly from the sofa and hurrying over to the television. "No… no, it can't—"

It was, and the investigation team wasn't quick to miss it. Katherine's eyes were back on the monitors when she heard Aizawa yell, and she watched L just barely manage to stop him from leaving. Shaking slightly, though whether it was from fear or anger she still wasn't sure, she looked back at the television in front of her, confirmed the body lying in front of the station to be Ukita, and turned to head for the doorway.

She glanced around the corner to see Al pacing back and forth between the kitchen and living room with his cell phone. Pat and Don were still listening to Sakura TV's broadcast, and none of them were paying very close attention to the hallway. This was the only real opportunity she had—but for what? To stop the broadcast? She doubted she really could, but something had to be done, and anyone Kira could kill wasn't going to be able to do it. Walking on tiptoes and going only when Al paced back into the kitchen, she slipped up the hallway and into the open door that led into her room.

After grabbing her bag from the top of her bed, she quickly dropped to the floor and crawled under the bed, where she lifted the loose floorboard. The death note was still there, safe as could be, though perhaps not so much once she snatched it up with enough force to claw a few scratch marks on the front cover. Quickly, she stuffed it in her bag, slid out from under the bed, stood up, and promptly dashed for the window to wrench it open.

"And just where d'yeh think yeh're goin'?" Katherine closed her eyes and gripped the windowsill—five more seconds and she could have escaped without an issue. Just five more seconds.

"I'm going," she replied to Al without looking back, "to actually do somethin' about this while there's still time for somethin' to be done."

"And yeh think yeh'll do any better than Ukita did?"

"Ukita had a name," Katherine said. "I don't."

"And that's only a theory," Al said. "All right, so maybe Kira can't kill anyone who doesn't know their own name. But this isn't Kira, and they proved that when they killed Ukita. Kira had no way of getting the names of anyone on the investigation team—"

"We did," she pointed out, turning to face him now. "We know all of their names except L. They're perfectly open about who they are with each other and with L. And Kira apparently has some sort of inside source on the Kira case with the police, since he managed to get all of their information. He didn't necessarily know Ukita was on the investigation team, but he could have known him as a police detective. He saw someone opposing him, knew who it was, and killed on sight and—what?" she interrupted her own statement as Al shook his head.

"This isn't Kira's style, he's never killed those who opposed him in the past. He only kills criminals. Yeh just can't deal with the fact that there might be someone else with a—with the same powers as Kira an' that we might have to start this investigation over."

Hand gripping the windowsill behind her, Katherine shook her head. "I could stand here and argue for another hour," she said, "but I'd rather actually get something productive done for once." She turned around again and, ignoring the protests that followed, slipped through the window and landed on the lawn below it. She looked over her shoulder, back through the window. "I'll put a jacket or something over my head when I get there," she said. "If he can't see me, I'll be fine."

She looked back around and walked quickly towards her car before he could protest anymore, pulling her keys out of her pocket before she got there.

She had no idea what she would do when she got there. It wasn't as though she had the authority to storm in and tell the director in charge of the broadcast to stop it. But somehow, it seemed like the right thing to do. At the least, it would increase the suspicion that she was Kira and she would be brought in for interrogation once the broadcast did end, getting them closer to the investigation team. If everything went well in that sense, then she could have a spot sealed on the investigation team. That was the main reason she had grabbed her own death note—she didn't know when the next time she would see this house was, and she wanted to be sure to get it beforehand.

She reached into her pocket again as she opened the driver side door on her car. She pulled out first a pack of cigarettes, and then her lighter, stuffed them in her bag, and threw it all into the passenger seat before sitting down behind the wheel herself.


It wasn't more than five minutes after he left the hospital that Yagami found he was being followed. There was no doubt in it; at the speed he was travelling in an attempt to make it to Sakura TV in time to stop the broadcast, there was no other reason for this car to have been tailgating him for the past mile and a half. Though obviously old and slightly rusted on the surface, the car was able to keep up with the armored police van with no problems. It was unsettling, but as Kira was more than likely somewhere near the Sakura TV station, it was doubtful that it was him.

The station was straight ahead, only a block down at the next right turn, and the car followed this time as well. The driver, who had a hood pulled over their head and sunglasses on, was impossible to distinguish, but it seemed that they were headed to the same place. Now it was only a matter of seeing just how far they would follow.

Surely enough, the old car stayed back, coming to a halt at the left side of the building's glass front, as the armored van crashed through the front of the station. From her car, Katherine gave a low whistle—she admired the van driver's perseverance, but she wasn't about to do that with her car. Pulling her hood up further and grabbing her bag from her passenger seat, she opened the door, shoved her keys in her pocket, and made a sprint for the new entrance into the building the van had made.

The van's driver was just exiting, a suit jacket pulled over his head. Katherine heard a rather spooked security guard tell the man where the Kira tapes were being broadcast, and she made a quick dash for the elevator, only taking her hood and sunglasses on once she made it inside. Regardless of whether or not she could be killed by Kira, she didn't want to take the chance after watching someone die on live television for attempting to do the same thing she was doing now.

As the door of the elevator started to close, the van driver made it, and Katherine found her mood quickly turning from relief to utter shock.

"You!" she said, pointing. Yagami stopped in his tracks, looking a little shocked himself now. "You're—you had a heart attack, you're supposed to be in the hospital!"

"And how is that your concern?" he asked, entering the elevator now and taking his hand off the door. He reached to press the button for the second floor, saw it was already lit, and lowered his hand slowly. "Why are you here?" he asked suspiciously.

"Same reason as you, to stop the broadcast," she said, closing her eyes as the elevator began climbing—that never was a sensation she had liked, and she doubted it was one she would ever get used to. "Only I'd have to use empty threats to get the job done, which I doubt would work, so I'm… not… really sure what I'm doing here," she finished lamely. She flinched when the elevator stopped, and was the first to rush out when the doors opened.

"That makes absolutely no sense," Yagami said impatiently. "Why are you looking to stop the broadcast?"

"It made more sense in my head!" she said defensively. "Look, I'm looking for Kira just like you and the investigation team are," she said. Yagami froze at this. "You know who I am already," she said. "'Katherine Lynton' ring any bells?"


The television in the living room was thoroughly abandoned as the Kira broadcast went off, and it was right about this time that, in the next room over, Pat proclaimed, "Got it!", and half of the monitors on the wall of the monitoring room, a half which had been showing static for at least five minutes, turned back on. Now, rather than the investigation headquarters of the Kira case, these screens were showing security cameras from small portions of the first and second floor of Sakura TV. Among them was studio G-6 and the hall right outside it.

"So it was Yagami in the armored vehicle?" Don said.

"The old bloke 'at had a heart attack?" Pat said, looking between the monitors. "Isn't he in the hospital?"

"Well, unless studio G-6 is doubling as a hospital now, I'd say no," Don said. "No sound?" he added.

"They'd prob'ly be out by the time I got through with that," Pat said. "Sakura TV doesn't seem to take security very lightly. Looks like more police are arriving," he added, nodding at a monitor showing the front entrance; a police car had just stopped there. Moments after two officers stepped out of it, they fell to the ground. "That makes a count of three police and two journalists so far," Pat said, sitting back in the computer chair. "Wonder how many more." He looked around the room. "Where'd Al go?"

"Out here." A hand waved in front of the doorway.

On the monitors of L's hotel room, something seemed to be happening. L had just contacted Kitamura at the police station, and Watari had just answered his own cell phone after giving it a mildly confused look.

"Yes?"

In the living room, apparently replying to the old man's inquiry, Al said, "I would like to speak with Ryuzaki."

"And this is…?" Watari replied patiently.

"Restricted," Al replied. "Just like I'd imagine the caller ID on your cell phone said."

"Of course," Watari agreed, and held the phone away from him for a moment. "Ryuzaki." L, still instructing Kitamura on how to handle the situation with the police, looked over his shoulder at the old man. "Someone wishes to speak with you."

"Yes, then carry that out, vice-director. No, please do not hang up yet." L held the phone away. "Who?"

"It's 'restricted,' apparently." L held out his hand, and Watari handed him the phone.

"Who is this?"

"Before I answer that, I think it would be beneficial for you to know that one of your number made it into the Sakura TV station and is currently retrieving the Kira tape that was broadcast, along with the others sent in. Yagami Soichiro?"

Brow furrowed, L looked at the television showing the front of the Sakura TV building. "He was the one in the armored van."

"That would be my guess."

"Please hold." Quickly, L switched back to the other phone. "Vice-director, the one who entered in the armored van is Director Yagami."

"Yagami? I thought he was in the hospital!" Kitamura paused on the other end for a moment, then said, "L, let Yagami know it won't be more than five minutes!" He hung up hurriedly. L switched back to the other phone, handing Aizawa back his. "Now who is this?"

"You'd probably know me as Alvin McManerberry. One of my own number is also in the Sakura TV station for the same reasons as Yagami-san; to retrieve those tapes. Not my idea, sort of the same situation that you recently had with Ukita-san."

"Ryuzaki; it's Yagami-san." L looked back at Watari once again, who was holding up the phone lined to the emergency pagers, and held the other phone away from his ear. "Hit the return button and give me the phone."

Watari flipped the phone open, pressed a button, and handed it to L.


Yagami had just arrived back on the first floor from the elevator when his phone rang, moments after he had paged Watari. Katherine had opted to take the stairs back down and had yet to reach the first floor. Yagami quickly answered the phone, standing at the side of the elevator.

"Ryuzaki, this is Asahi!" he said.

"It's me, Yagami-san," L replied. "I know you were the one in the armored car."

"Yes… I couldn't stand listening to that broadcast and not doing anything. However, I have all of the tapes and will bring them to you, I only need to know where you are."

"I haven't changed rooms yet," L replied. "Are you all right?"

"Better than all right—I haven't felt more alive since the day I was born," Yagami replied firmly, though he still sounded slightly weak and out of breath. "More importantly, how do I proceed now? The front entrance would be dangerous, but would it be safe to use the armored car again?"

"Yagami-san," L said, "please rest for five minutes and then boldly come out from the front entrance."

"The front?" Yagami repeated quietly, more to himself than to L.

"The other who entered," L said. "I have been informed that this is Katherine Lynton. She is to be brought in for questioning. Please make sure that this is done. I believe she will have no problems following you back, and as it is doubtful that she is Kira, there would be no point having her formally placed under arrest unless she refuses to cooperate."

"Of course, Ryuzaki."

Katherine hurried down the stairs and into the main lobby, hood pulled back up and sunglasses back on, just as Yagami was hanging up his phone. "Ryuzaki?" she asked.

"Yes, and he has instructed me to have you brought in for questioning."

"All right," she said, "but I'm taking my car."


As promised, the new planoblastic defenitions.

Planoblast - v. - the act of blasting a plan, especially one that was originally halfway decent, all to hell.

Planoblastic - adk. - Word used to describe a plan that has been subject to planoblast.

Adkektive (adk.) - n. - Like an adjective, only more epic (random AIM typos with definitions applied to them, anyone?)

And the word of the day?

Unspasmodic.

I doth bid thee adieu.