"Please give me the phone." Holding my right hand out expectedly, I thought about how I would prove myself. Of course, I could easily do so by telling them something only we would know. Well, technically Wammy and I would know it. I've never actually met L, we know very little about each other. There are many ways I could give evidence that I am H, but other than DNA or maybe a fingerprint scan no definitive proof to L. Wammy is different because I know him and he knows me. It's something else too. It's a test of how capable I am. Good thing I have a few Ideas. I'll go with what I think is best. "Matsui Taro" fumbled a bit giving me the phone. He didn't drop it, however. Noting the number displayed on the screen, I lifted it to my ear.
"I'll text you something from the phone confirmed as H's, as what I have to say is something you probably don't want the person sent to meet me to know. I'll send it to the number 0422-042046, Is that alright?" A blunt, monosyllabic answer of "yes," was the only response. I offered the cell phone to "Matsui Taro," checking the number again and rummaged around in my drawstring backpack for mine. Discovering in buried deep in the corner under Catch-22, I input the security pattern and began to compose a message.
The name of L's associate is Quillsh[1] Wammy. This should prove that I am at least from the house, as only people from there should know this name. As for proving that I am H specifically, I am sending this from the phone H was contacted. Also to make sure you, well, Quillsh really, knows that it is me: The first question in the test you gave me was about a rooster laying an egg. I interrupted you in the middle to say ""Rooster's boys. They ain't going to be laying eggs."
Satisfied with what I had written, I hit send. Almost immediately a notification popped up. "Sending Failed" What? I specified the number… 0422-042046. Ooops, I put a 3 at the end instead of a six. I'll just fix that, and voila! Satisfied, I powered it off and returned my cell phone to my bag while extracting Wrigley's leash. At the sight of the bright red cord, he wriggled around excitedly, something that he didn't cease until I commanded him to sit. The cell phone in "Matsui Taro's" hand rang, the default tone loud and grating. He let loose a small yelp and rushed to answer the phone. I set about dismantling the dogloo, and listened intently.
"Hai?[2] Ā,-sōdesu. Sore wa hontōni hitodesu ka? Watashi wa sōda to omoimashita! Naze hokanohito ni naru nodarou ka? Watashi wa damaru tsumoridesu. Ā! Hai, watashi wa karera ni iimasu. Sayo-[3]" He stopped in the middle and sighed. I had finished dismantling the crate and was now petting Wrigley, who was wagging his tail nubbin vigorously. All I had gleaned from the conversation was that I was apparently the person I said I was, meaning L and Wammy accepted the text. "Matsui Taro" smiled at me and gestured for me to follow, which I did, holding the leash in my left hand, and carrying the parts of the crate with my right, bracing them on my hip. He opened the passenger door of a silver car, turned back to look at me, and then rushed to the back and opened the trunk. "Gomen'nasai!" Then he kind of jogged backwards and got my suitcase, which I was going to get after dealing with the crate. It was amusing to see him rushing around. After putting the crate in the trunk, I opened the back door and let Wrigley in. He was not going to be stuck in a crate if he didn't have to be.
"Matsui Taro" rushed passed me carrying my suitcase and put it in the trunk.
"Arigato." Smiling at me he waved his hands in a dismissive manner and walked towards the driver's side. Taking the cue, I got in the passenger side. He peeled out and we were on our way to wherever we were going.
"Ie, Ie. Watashi wa Matsuda Touta. Anata no onamae wa?[4]" This much I could understand.
"Just call me H." Wrigley was curled up in the backseat, being adorable.
"Oh!" Matsuda gasped in realization. "Watari to L ga anata no denwa o on'nisuru to itta.[5]" Luckily I was beginning to remember my lessons and could figure out what he meant, if only from the words "L," "Watari," and "denwa." Fishing around in my backpack again, I withdrew the phone and powered it on. There was nothing of note, no missed calls or messages. Eh, they probably wanted to start tracking it. Also I guess making sure I'm in the car.
The drive proceeded in silence. Talking in this situation was unnecessary and undesirable. I didn't know where we were going, but I could hazard a few guesses. As it was my first time in Japan, I gazed out the window, drinking in the sights. Trees dotted the cityscape, bright green patches in a sea of metallic color. Wrigley adjusted his position and I stroked his fur absentmindedly. Small cars drove by, and the city blurred. After around 17 minutes, we arrived in front of a building that seemed to be a television station.
[1] An alternative is "Quillish" which is what I had always known it as. However, I chose to use "Quillsh" as that is the spelling that appears on the Wiki and other sites.
[2] Moshi Moshi is mostly used when receiving a call from friends and family
[3] Hello! Ah, yes I will. So it's really the person? I thought so! Why would it be someone else? What is-ah okay I'll shut up. Oh! Yes, I'll tell them. Farewe-"
[4] No, no. I'm Matsuda Touta. What is your name?"
[5] Watari and L said to turn on your phone.
