A/N: How I managed to write this fast is beyond me. Anyway, enjoy this chapter.

L trudged away from his number one suspect in the Kira case, hands shoved into pale jean pockets. He has just apprehended Misa Amane in suspicion of being the second Kira, and as he said to himself, he's ninety-four percent sure that she is the second Kira. He had plenty of evidence- maybe not enough evidence for a conviction, but it's enough evidence to do what he's about to do…

The raven-haired man made a right turn, veering away from the main building of To-Oh university towards the parking lot where his assistant Watari should be waiting to pick him up. The sooner he can start interrogating Amane, the better. As he neared the parking lot, his phone starting ringing again. Curious, L pulled the silver flip phone out of his pocket with just a finger and a thumb.

The caller ID read 'Roger Ruvie', the caretaker of an orphanage known as Whammy's House. He sighed slightly in irritation and almost didn't answer it. Normally when the man called he wanted L to entertain the children there by telling stories about cases and answering questions. But considering it could also be concerning his possible successors, her gingerly opened it before holding it up to his ear in such a way, you would think the phone had a deadly disease. "Hello?"

"L?" an elderly voice came through the other end.

L grew increasingly irritated. Who else could it be? "Yes, Roger-san. Is something the matter?"

"The successor of yours that Watari cared for before I took over- was his name Beyond?" His voice sounded a bit urgent and worried.

This earned L's interest. Yes, he did have a successor named Beyond, but that was an experiment gone horribly wrong. His successor went off into a killing spree before finally getting caught by Naomi Misora, an FBI agent in America. He recently died in a prison cell, most likely by Kira's hands. But why was Roger calling about him? "Yes, I did have a successor who went by the name Beyond. Is there a reason why you are asking?"

"Just what I thought…" Roger murmured before continuing. "We have a blind girl here that I brought in from the streets and she was calling someone Beyond by name."

L's eyes widened a bit but retained that calm quietness they always seem to have. "Was there anyone else in the room with her?"

"No, she was by herself," he answered. "What do you think this is, L? Do you think she actually saw him?"

Ghosts… Even the act of seeing ghosts… This possibility is almost childish to even consider. Entities have always been looked at as a joke to scientists everywhere by the mere unlikelinesss to their existence. He brought a spidery finger up to his lips to stroke them thoughtfully. Yet… What if this girl truly has a gift of some sort? An ability to see the paranormal? If that's the case, then perhaps she could be of help to the Kira investigation. She won't be told I'm L and will stay just long enough for me to confirm her abilities. If they are false, I will send her back to Whammy's. But if they are true…

"L?" Roger's voice said a bit hesitantly. "Are you still there?"

"Please send this girl to Japan immediately," L responded, not answering the other man's questions. "And don't let her know she is going to meet L. As far as she knows I am just a paranormal investigator, understood?"

"Japan? But L-"

"I will not answer any further questions," L interrupted, growing annoyed. This is taking up time that he could be spending riding to the hotel, time he could be spending interrogating Amane… "Just do as I ask, Roger-san."

...

Roger rubbed his wrinkled temple lightly. "Of course, L. I'll send her first thing in the morning."

L thanked him before promptly hanging up. Roger placed the phone on the receiver. Poor child… She just lost her parents and now L is probably going to use her as a tool to the Kira investigation… This is my fault. He pressed his hands against his polished wooden desk and stood up. I might as well let her know.

I leaned back against he mattress, listening to Beyond and Envy carry on a pointless conversation about the difference between humans killing and shinigami killing.

"Humans kill for their own personal gain," Envy said. "Shinigami kill to further their lifespan."

"Yet, by furthering your lifespan, isn't that your own personal gain?" Beyond pointed out.

Envy considered this for a moment. "That is true. But killing for us is like drinking, breathing, or eating to humans. If we do not do it, we die."

"But what if a human is in a life or death situation," he replied, licking off even more jam. How he ate so much of it was beyond me. "Is killing justified then?"

"The way I see it, there is always a separate option other than killing for a human," Envy replied. "Killing is just taking the easy way out."

"Have you ever been in a life or death situation?" Beyond questioned. "Instinct takes over. Your instinct is to protect your body, and if protecting involves murder…"

"There is always an option other than murder-"

"Can you guys give it a rest?" I interrupted, throwing an arm across my face in an exhausted manner. "Both of you kill for personal gain. Both of you are murderers. Deal with it."

"Someone's moody," Envy mused, eyeing her with her four eyes.

"I'm tired. There's a difference," I muttered in response.

"Then you should rest," Beyond said as he retrieved more sugary jam.

"I would if you two could quit talking for a second," I countered, moving my arm to glare at him.

Envy shrugged. "The rest of the building can't see us; we could talk elsewhere."

Beyond nodded. "That sounds fine to me. Goodnight, sister."

"Yeah, night," Envy echoed.

"Mm," I hummed in response, rolling over.

Envy and Beyond walked through the door into the hallway, leaving me alone in the small bedroom. I rolled back over on my back, sighing a loud sigh in relief. Finally I'm alone… Envy and Beyond sure are a headache to be around. I allowed my eyes to flutter close and decided to try and get a bit of sleep. Tomorrow is sure to bring hell if what Beyond told me is true, and I might as well face it in perfect health. I had almost drifted off when I was interrupted.

"Sarah? Sight? Whatever you go by?" Beyond's voice echoed in the back of my head.

I grumbled in frustration, opening my eyes to glare at the entity. "What is it, Beyond?"

"Roger's coming this way. I just thought I would warn you," he replied with an innocent smile.

I scowled and pushed myself up. "You probably want something terrible to happen to me."

"That isn't true," Beyond pouted. "But you really should not talk to me as much. It will only further Roger's suspicions of you being crazy."

I rolled my eyes. "Thanks for the tip."

At the end of my sentence I heard the doorknob shifting and finally turning. I looked in the direction of the noise and seeing Roger in my doorway, confirming Beyond's suspicions.

I sighed. "Look, I'm not crazy, okay? I just need to sleep."

"About that, Sight…" he started, looking as exhausted as me. "I have a close friend of mine in Japan. He has knowledge of the paranormal and wishes to speak with you."

Is Beyond smirking? What is it this time? I tried not to pay him any attention as I replied to Roger, "Paranormal? All right… Should I get on a phone or something?"

"Ryuzaki- the person I'm talking about- actually would prefer if you were there in person."

My eyes widened a bit. "But you said this guy is in Japan."

"I have a flight prepared for you first thing in the morning," Roger replied.

"But- I can't speak Japanese!" I protested, shooting up off the bed. "How do you expect me to talk to this guy?"

"He's fluent in English," he promised. "Don't worry, he's an okay person to be around. You'll be staying at a hotel…"

"Wait a second," I interrupted, crossing my arms. "I never agreed to any of this. Don't I get an input?"

"If you don't, we'll have to assume that something is troubling you psychologically and check you into a mental institution," Roger said in response.

"Hehn hehn hehn…" Beyond laughed. "Or is it heh heh heh? Or ha ha ha? I can never get that right."

I shot my psychotic brother a confused look before replying to the caretaker, "Great. Just great. Travel across the continent or check into a mental institution. And I still don't get a say in any of this?"

"If it is psychological, you could be a risk to your own health. So no, I'm afraid not."

"Guess I get to take a trip to Japan then. Just what I want to do on my free time," I muttered, rolling over and burying my face into my pillow.

I heard Roger take slow, cautious steps towards my bed before finally placing a comforting hand on my shoulder. I tensed at the touch. "Don't worry. If Ryuzaki confirms that you aren't seeing anything paranormal, he'll send you back to England."

"And then I'll get to check into a mental hospital," My voice was muffled as I spoke into the pillow. "Quit trying to make me feel better, it won't work."

Roger sighed and withdrew his hand. "As you wish. Remember, you're leaving for Japan first thing in the morning."

"Whatever," I grumbled, waving my hand in dismissal.

I didn't move until I heard the door click closed. As soon as I heard that noise, I rolled over onto my back and sat up, fixing my eyes on Beyond intensely. "What's so funny? You were laughing at almost everything he said."

"It's been a while since I've seen my dear Elly-chan," Beyond mused. "This should be interesting. If only I could strangle him like I envision."

"Elly-chan?" I repeated with a look of confusion.

"Chan is a Japanese honorific," Beyond explained. "And Elly is just a cute little pet name I came up for my dearest rival."

"Oh, I see…" I mumbled, fiddling with the hem of my pajama shirt. Elly-chan… Elly.. L… Rival… Japan… Somehow it all pieced together, but I realized at that point I must have looked slow. "Wait- Elly-chan as in L? The L?"

"I sincerely hope so," Beyond replied, nodding. "I haven't seen him since the days back at Whammy's." He pulled at the bottom of his long-sleeved white shirt, examining it. "It would be nice to know if my mimicry was accurate…"

My eyes snapped up from my fingers. "Wait- are you coming with me?"

Beyond blinked with faux innocence. "I don't see why not."

"You're going to be plotting out his murder the entire time," I groaned, falling back over onto the plush surface. "Which, by the way, I still won't be committing."

"You'll warm up to the idea," Beyond repeated, the corner of his lips twitching into a smirk.

"I already have a shinigami following me around, I don't need a ghost too."

"You don't need anything," Beyond agreed. "But there's nothing wrong with a little company, ne?"

"Sure. Live, not rotting, undead company. Meaning not you."

"That is discrimination," Beyond declared. "Possibly racism, if the dead is a race. We are no different from the living."

"I'm not interested in arguing with you," I muttered. "Where's Envy?"

"Chatting with one of the other ghosts crawling around here," Beyond replied.

"There are other ghosts?"

My brother shrugged. "Why not? This place used to be a church before Watari turned it into a orphanage."

"I didn't ask for a history lesson on some orphanage," I pulled the covers over me and rolled over to face the wall, my back to Beyond. "Now be quiet, I'm going to try and sleep."

"Goodnight, sister. I just can't wait for our little vacation. It's our first one together in a while, you know."

"Goodnight, Beyond…" I mumbled, biting back a sarcastic remark.

"Ohayoo gozaimasu!"

Some sort of Japanese phrase rang in my ears. At first I thought it was merely a dream, but then I felt someone shaking at my shoulder. I groggily blinked my eyes open, coming face to face to my brother. He looked sickeningly cheerful. "Konichiwa, imouto!"

"What's with all the Japanese?" I groaned, pushing the comforter off of my body.

"Just preparing you for today," Beyond replied. " 'Ohyoo gozaimasu' means 'Good morning', 'Konichiwa' means 'Hello', and 'imouto' means 'little sister'."

"Thanks for the language lesson," I said, my tone dripping in sarcasm. "This Ryuzaki guy is said to be fluent in English anyway, so it doesn't matter."

"But it's never too late for knowledge."

"Useless knowledge," I countered before arching my back in a large stretch, yawning. "…I have no plans on spending a long period of time in Japan."

"So you want to be put in a mental institution?"

I rolled off the bed and rubbed my eyes. I tripped over something on the floor and cursed under my breath as I made my way to the door. "Of course not. But what would L do with someone who can see ghosts? He probably just wants to study me for a day or so."

My brother snickered. "Oh, you'd be surprised."

I yanked the door open, coming face to face with Envy chatting with an older looking teenager. She was a ghost, I noted, and had long, deep blue hair pulled back in a navy bow. She wore a ruffly dress that was in many shades of blues and whites. She also wore white stockings and a white cross choker. The choker had white rope hanging off of it, as if the choker was a noose to a suicide victim. Her eyes were a pale blue.

Envy blinked over at me. "Ah, good morning Sarah. This is Anastasia, the first child taken here to create a successor to L."

I noticed the hallways were eerily quiet, meaning the rest of the children must be rested. I cleared my voice before lowering it to a whisper. "You're A?"

Suddenly the noose-like choker is a lot more evil than before…

Anastasia nodded. "I am. Beyond must have told you about me." Her voice was surprisingly soft and innocent sounding, almost sending a pang of sadness through me. To kill yourself at such a young age… No wonder Beyond was so upset.

I nodded, feeling a bit uncomfortable. You would feel uncomfortable if you were talking to some chick who killed herself too, wouldn't you? "Yeah, he mentioned you once…"

"And you are his sister, right?" Anastasia interrupted, giving me a quick up and down glance.

I blinked, stunned. "…Yeah. But you don't have shinigami vision, so how did you know?"

"She was not chosen as an heir to the L name for no reason," Beyond said behind me, walking through the wall to stand beside me. "Her deduction skills are outstanding."

"As were yours," Anastasia replied simply. "You shouldn't have thrown it all away just for me. You could have been a fantastic L."

"You could have been a better one," Beyond retaliated. I noticed hatred glimmering in his eyes- renewed hatred for L most likely. Great. I'm going to get to listen to stabbing, strangulation, burning, poisoning, and torturing fantasies during my twelve-hour flight to Japan. "…Besides. With my eyes it was an inevitable fate. I can see death- it's almost as if the world planned for me to control it."

"This is getting to deep for me," I muttered. "Come on, Beyond and Envy. Roger wanted us gone before Mello and Near were awake. Well, me not us… But you know what I mean."

"Ah, M and N," Anastasia said. "They are quite adorable, but they are sharp."

"They're a pain in the ass…" I grumbled. "That Mello figured out I wasn't completely blind already."

"That was mostly your fault," Envy pointed out.

I waved my hand in dismissal. "Well, whatever! Come on, we have to go to Roger. Anyone who's staying here, stay here.

"I have to go. Shinigami have to follow whoever owns their eyes or notebook until they die."

"I want to go. Formulating new plots about Elly-chan's death is a great exercise to my dead mind."

"I'll pass," A chuckled. "Have a safe trip, though"

"Thank you so much for being the sane one," I muttered before wrenching Envy's and Beyond's wrists and pulling them forward. "Come on, we don't have all morning."

I think the most irritating part of traveling and staying at Japan was the flight itself. To even summarize the amount of torture to my mind that went on during this time period would take a lot of paper, so let's just summarize the hours individually, shall we?

Hour One:

"Thank you for boarding London airlines. Please fasten your seatbelts and stay seated until we are at-level with the sky…"

"I am quite bored already," Beyond declared from the seat beside me.

Envy nodded in agreement. She was perched on top of the seats in front of us, but since she was invisible, the people in said seats didn't seem to mind.

"Find something to do," I grumbled low enough for them to hear. "Just don't bother me."

Hour Two:

"We have reached the maximum height of 7,869 feet. You are now free to move around the cabin."

Beyond craned his neck over my shoulder, looking at the people crawling around at the ground below. "They look like ants," he mused. "So easy to crush, kill… I think L should be an ant. I would spray him with pesticide- not enough to kill, but enough to paralyze his body. Then I would slowly saw off his arms and legs before proceeding to rearrange his face…"

"Shut up, sicko."

Hour Three:

"Sarah, I think you should order a sandwich off the menu for me."

"But wouldn't it appear as if the sandwich is floating in mid-air?"

"Yes."

"…Then no."

Hour Four:

Beyond took pleasure in picking up someone's glasses and lifting them far above his face before dropping them back on his chest. The man screamed in response which developed into a fit of hysterics. He congratulated himself on a job well done.

Hour Five:

I am unaware of what happened during this time period because I was sleeping, but I think Beyond was muttering something about murder at some point. Does he ever give it a rest?

Hour Six:

It was Envy's turn to screw things up. Apparently she thought the man a few rows up was snoring too loudly, so she pulled out her death note and scribbled his name into it. Forty seconds later said man awoke from his dream and did the chicken dance before yanking the airplane door open and jumping to his death. His wife and kids wasn't as amused by this as Beyond and Envy were.

Hour Seven:

Envy, sick of hearing the man's wife and child crying, also made them commit suicide. Beyond cracked up like it was the coolest thing since sliced bread while the rest of the plane went into a small fit of hysterics. I scolded both of them as if they were misbehaving puppies.

Hour Eight:

"They're coming to take me away, ha-ha, they're coming to take me away ho-ho, hee-hee, ha-ha, to the funny farm! Where life is beautiful all the time! And I can't wait to see those nice young men in their clean white coats…"

"…Beyond, shut up."

Hour Nine:

"Ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall, ninety-nine bottles of beer!"

Envy jumped into the song. "Take one down, pass it around…"

"Sarah took it and drank it down!" I ended, earning a surprised look from both of them.

"I did not know my adolescent sister was an alcoholic."

"You both are turning me into one."

They both paused for a moment before Beyond opened his mouth to start the next line.

"-Don't even think about it."

Beyond shut his mouth sadly.

Hour Ten:

Envy drew amusing doodles in the death note before writing overly detailed causes of deaths, saving the name slot for a special occasion.

Hour Eleven:

"And then the serial killer dragged the razor-sharp knife across the exposed flesh, easily cutting past the layers of skin. Scarlet blood began to ooze out of the deep wound, the killer delighting in the pained cries from his victim-"

"Again, shut up, sicko. We have an hour left."

Hour Twelve:

"We have landed safely. Welcome to Tokyo." I thanked God for that voice, and even appreciated hearing it again in Japanese, "Wareware wa buji ni chakuriku shimashita. Tokyo e yokoso."

Beyond sat up quickly. "Next stop, Elly-chan."

"Patience, psycho. We have to go through weapons check again and we have to find this Watari guy."

He pouted. "You always have to be the bearer of bad news, don't you sister?"

I pushed my way through the crowds of Japanese-speaking natives, earning an insult from a couple of them in their respective language. Beyond was quick to tell me what I had been called, and it wasn't exactly friendly. How he was fluent in Japanese when he has never set foot in said country was beyond me.

I found Watari easily. He was parked right in front of the airport, standing next to what I assumed a vehicle. He was dressed in formal attire and looked just as elderly as Roger. He made some small talk on the way, but apparently since there's a chance that I'm a child of the paranormal, talking to me is like talking to a serial killer. Believe me, I know what that's like.

We soon arrived at a five-star hotel in Tokyo, which is where I assumed L must be staying.

"My dear L can afford to live here? My my, isn't he successful," Beyond chuckled sarcastically as we rode up the elevator, making me assume this hotel must be of high class like Watari informed me.

We were led down a long hallway, presumably the floor in which L's room is. My theory was answered as Watari stopped abruptly at a door, looked both ways, before pushing the door open and quickly pulling me inside. Envy and Beyond immediately pushed through the wall after me.

Watari bowed towards mess of black hair that poked up behind a chair. The hair was tinged in blue, meaning this being was human- and alive. The hair was eerily similar to Beyond's, so similar it made me to a double take to make sure Beyond was still standing next to me. "Ryuzaki, I brought the girl from Whammy's as you requested."

"Thank you, Watari-san," the man replied in surprisingly low, almost emotionless voice. He looked over his shoulder at me, his eyes mirroring Beyond's exactly. Was this L? "Sarah-chan? Or Sight-chan, I presume?"

Not familiar with Japanese honorifics, I simply nodded and accepted whatever it meant.

His eyes narrowed a little. "Thank you for coming. I don't mean to rush you in any way, but can we please skip introductions for later? I have something I want you to look at for me. Tell me if anything is abnormal to you."

"But Ryuzaki- isn't she blind?" a high-pitched male voice spoke, his voice heavily accented in Japanese. I was glad they were at least taking the time to speak my native language- I definitely wasn't going to take the time to learn theirs.

"Matsuda-san, please be quiet," this Ryuzaki answered, keeping his eyes on me as I walked in further. "Also, if you have any electronic devices, please leave them on the table. It is directly to your left."

"I don't have any," I replied, approaching the table chair where the man was perched at.

Beyond was laughing at this point, walking ahead of me to stand in front of Ryuzaki. "Hey, Elly-chan! Miss me?" Of course, he didn't answer considering he couldn't hear my psychotic brother. "What is the matter? Can you not hear me? That is too bad."

"Sight-chan, can you examine the screen? It is directly in front of you."

I nodded simply. To my surprise, there was a TV screen with blue-tinged being on it. It was female and was strapped down heavily, as if the slightest movement could mean disaster.

"That's what they plan on doing to you," Envy cackled.

I shot the rotting creature a quick glare before returning my eyes to the screen. Suddenly, a creature entered through the ceiling. I gasped, earning a surprised look from everyone in the room and a chorus of, "What is it? What did you see?"

What I saw was an all white creature tinged in purple- a shinigami.

A/N: Thanks for reading. I'm going to put a bit of humor into this, maybe even a hint of crack (-cough- the airplane part -cough-), but I do have a main plot to this, so it isn't completely random. So yeah, if you are enjoying it so far, please leave a review.

Also, I know A's real name isn't Anastasia. I just gave her something random because her/his real name was never confirmed, not to mention their gender wasn't either. If you have proof that A is male, then I will change the description. But from what I read, the gender is unconfirmed.