On with the show! :3
Disclaimer: Sister fic to "Kira Kira". Anime owned by Obata and Obha-san. I have LS's permission to write this. Actually, she asked me. :D
Plot: Who exactly is Eru, aka "L"? With the havoc of Kira, nobody knows. It could be anyone... Anyone who can level him. SISTER FIC TO KIRA KIRA.
Hihi!! Mika-chan again!
Well, it certainly took me a while to think of anything for this. I've almost lost my complete sense of motivation and inspiration. I blame the weather, in all honesty. I've become more tired. X.x
And I also blame the tests. There have been tests flying out of my ears since like a month ago. DX
Even worse? I lost my tablet pen. -cries-
In other news, I FINALLY bring you the next chapter (With happiness, too!)
By the way: My sections skip in times. Be warned. Light's and Ryuuzaki's snippet is on a Friday, Ukita's the day after, and Ray's on the same friday as the Light/Ryuuzaki meeting snippet. Soichiro is late night friday, Matsuda's on the Saturday at night, Near's and Mello's a day before Light and Ryuuzaki's. L's and Watari's? YOU'LL NEVER KNOW. At least not until the end of the story. ;
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Had it been any other day, Light would have done the following: Returned to his home, or any enclosed area that had a computer, working. However, the challenge brought up by the other top class student, Ryuuga was his name, had been surprisingly accepted by himself. 'Could this guy... Be Kira? No. Just by looking in his eyes, I see it isn't Kira.' Light mused, slamming the ball to the other player on the court. The game? Tennis.
The ball flew in a rally of violent, flurried hits. One wouldn't have noticed it at first glance, but the two involved in the game could tell so much from each other. They knew one thing at that point: They could rest at ease.
Both had found an ally.
Kira was not here.
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Ukita even surprised himself at this point. He was uncommonly spending more than seven hours, on a weekend, when there wasn't any work that he needed to go to, researching Kira. Kira, taking up so much of his time was unusual. He woke up unusually early, much earlier than four in the morning when he had, in all respect, arrived to his home at twelve. Three hours of sleep at the least. The only thing that, in truth, had kept him going was the endless supply of coffee he had prepared.
The monster known as Kira, had to be caught.
He wasn't going to take it easy and allow others to be caught, trying to lure out any facts for those trying to catch the "Murderer With A God Complex". There was simply no way he would stand by and allow any more deaths than those of the criminals that Kira "rightfully purged" the world of.
The monster was Kira.
The hunter was the NPA.
Sooner or later, the Hunter would lock the Monster in the cage where it rightfully belonged, just as the NPA and L would lure Kira into his demise.
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Soichiro rubbed his eyes lazily, sitting at the desk of his office. 'So many dead ends...' The man thought to himself. How much longer did such horrors have to go on? More and more news shows were bringing up the psychotic mass murderer and displaying their opinion about it. And the fact that settled sickly with him, He reminded himself, cringing and sipping some of his seventeenth coffee uneasily was that there were, in fact, people that agreed with Kira's methods.
At one point, Soichiro could partially understand the Vigilante Criminal's motives; The locked up criminals had done many nasty deeds, so why, even in confinement, should they be let alive? However, no matter how much he pondered, his stomach always coiled and jerked uncomfortably as one fact reverberated through his mind.
They are still people. They still feel pain.
Kira was killing them.
Kira feels no pain. No remorse.
Kira...
Is a monster. Is a Killer.
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Ray walked down the market stalls, walking with a steaming coffee from a local coffee shop in one hand and an umbrella in the other. Five hours had passed, though unknown to him, since the one called Light had agreed to help Ryuuzaki with the case. The rain came upon him in a steady downfall, the people surrounding him passing by in a hurry to get out of the rain.
'What has the world come to?'
The criminals were being slaughtered, there was a homicidal maniac by the name of Kira roaming amongst them and fear was thick and apparent in the air. How could anyone not think that? Obviously, the rhetorical question was answered by a mental 'Of course no one couldn't'.
He frowned as he passed a few children chattering excitedly, not much at that but more at the fact that 'Kira' and 'is justice' appeared seemingly right next to each other. Had he been any other adult who feared Kira, he would've reprimanded them, but decided against it. It wasn't their fault; they were young, only about four to six years old. They didn't know what Kira really was. And he began to feel a bit of unhappiness towards whoever the parents of the children were; They hadn't taken any action to correct their silly beliefs. 'Ah well,' He thought to himself. 'Let them be children.'
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Matsuda groaned as he struggled to stay awake, solving this by lighting yet another cigarette, though before putting it into his mouth him taking a large gulp of coffee. He knew he wasn't supposed to smoke ever since the accident from one of the previous cases he'd been involved in. But he couldn't help himself when the stress levels got too high. So much was expected out of him in this case. He puffed a bit of smoke away as he rubbed his darkened eyelids, only the skin that covered the deep chocolate brown eyes in sleep and other times as well showing how badly he'd been deprived of sleep in the past three weeks.
Papers were scattered all across his desk. His cat, who he'd dubbed Ryoushin, stared intently at his owner, pure white fur interrupted by pure black spots that engulfed his head, paws and tail bristling as a clear look of annoyance and utter boredom crossed his face and amber eyes. The look clearly said: "You fool, take a break. You look like you'll die any minute now".
Matsuda, as if hearing the question being asked, replied to the thick tension and strained emotions whirling in the air, "I can't rest yet. I have a job to do, and I refuse to let anyone down." He rubbed his eyes again as he only then realised the cigarette he had lit only five minutes prior had reached its end. He through the butt of the item into the ash tray, reaching for another one before his cat pounced into his hand as if he was an annoyed housewife and grabbing the box. After staring at the cat, dumbfounded, for a few minutes, he let out a hoarse laugh.
"You seem to know when its best to stop, Ryou-kun." He spoke kindly, before taking a glance at his computer where there were more than seven programs open and the internet window having more than fifteen tabs, the thousands of papers crowded at his desk, then promptly having his head hit the table in a tired slumber. The cat almost seemed to give a lazy smirk, the box of deadly drugs still in his mouth.
It was only then, before he'd fallen asleep, that Matsuda realized that his cat had the same name as Mr. Wammy's nickname. 'Haha. I'll just adress Ryou-kun as Ryou-kun. Hopefully I don't get confused.'
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L woke up promptly to being shaken by Watari. "...Wha...?" L asked, momentarily thrown off.
"Although it is good to see you getting a bit of rest, I highly doubt that you should be sleeping on not only your paperwork, but your snack as well." Watari murmured, pointing at the detectives shirt. Said detective looked down, before frowning. A twinkle in Watari's eyes told L what information was needed.
"...You laced it with sedatives, didn't you?"
"...Yes."
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In the plane that Near and Mello rode, many words from the two genius' were spoken.
"Near, stop complaining."
"Shut up. If you really want to annoy me by munching on your damn chocolate the entire trip, I get to do what I want."
"Spoiled brat."
"So are you."
"I swear I'd kill you if it wouldn't hinder any future plans."
"Damn right."
Chocolate being munched echoed in the snowy-headed teen's ear again.
"DAMMIT MELLO!! STOP THAT BOTHERSOME CHEWING RIGHT NOW!!"
"...Near? You didn't have to yell."
And promptly they turned to see half of the first class section staring at them in bewilderment. A child even asked his mother, "Mommy, are they a married couple?" The humiliation only got worse with that comment.
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Watari sighed as L went on a scavenger hunt for some unstained clothes. The right-hand man of one of the most brilliant detectives in the world was worried. Very worried. Worried for L's health, worried for the detectives life. Okay, so the guy had Mother Hen instincts for the one he worked with, so sue him! He had a right to worry; L had directly challenged Kira with well awareness of what could happen. Hopefully Kira was found before this. Just hopefully, they'd all make it out alive.
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Alright, I know it wasn't long, and it may have not been teh best I've written. I'm just trying to milk my brain for anything, really. I also thought I'd add a bit of comical humor to it. Also, I'm now going to open refer to both L and Watari as he; Why? Because if I truly reveal the gender of either L or Watari, you can easily deduce anything from there. So yeah... -smiles at finally accomplishing something-
Sempai gave me permission to post!! AND I AM ALIVE!! Just braindead. -smacks herself as it was instructed to imitate the monks from Monty Python-