Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note, Ebony does however belong to me.

Chapter Four Hi L- I mean Ryuzaki

I was laying on two seats that were next together in first class, my head was hanging off of the end, my hair brushing on the filthy floor. This is why I am in debt to the mastermind behind running water, and the shower. My hands were on my stomach as the seatbelt was starting to pinch and cut into my abdomen from my unorthodox position on the seat. There was about five minutes until take-off and I was already bored. Apples weren't working their magic, and I've already thought through all of my information on the Kira case. I knew if I asked for another apple or anything else, the irritable flight attendant would probably snap. The evidence lay within the fact that she had that look in her eye. The one that said "I really don't want to be here right now," but contradictory to this statement, she was here. If she hated her job so much there is this thing called quitting, it works wonders, just make sure you have another job lined up. She could also get fired and collect unemployment, just saying.

"Excuse me but may I have five bananas, four more apples, 3 bunches of grapes, and if you have them 2 oranges?" I asked a more polite flight attendant. She was a petite woman, one who would be better suited at a day care rather than a commercial jet flying everyday to some unknown land. The woman looked at me like I was crazy, but when a look at the founder of the orphanage I had just left resulted in a simple reassuring nod she went to retrieve my list of refreshments. I really didn't understand why everyone was astounded at the volume of food I was asking for, it was fruit. I'd understand if it was something harmful like a case of soda, but fruit was healthy. Maybe not in my portions, but it was still healthy at some point right? I filled the "apple a day" quota for myself and five other people for Pete's sake!

"Miss Ebony, L has instructed me to show you a few things. They are hidden within the pages of your notebook. Please, say whatever you think about them," his gentle voice and it caused me to lift my head and look into his eyes as my black spiral was handed to me. I sat up, and opened the notebook, a pen was wedged in the metal rings that bound the paper together. Distractions were ever present on the plane, I turned toward the warmth on my face as the plane started taking off jerking to life as I drove down the runway.

"Alright, I'll start after we take off, I'll have about twelve hours to think about it," I mumbled as the fruit was delivered. I smiled and inspected each piece, making sure it was bruise free and ripened to my nonspecific liking. I crossed my legs and put the spiral on my legs, slowly flipping through the pages, checking to make sure there was nothing written down that I didn't. My handwriting wasn't uniform, it looked like two chickens stepped into some paint and then decided to try to tango and waltz at the same time. To be honest I was surprised anyone but me could read it without an interpreter. L's from what I've seen was very neat and controlled, the total opposite of mine, so if he had written in this notebook, which he had, I would see it clear as day.

I didn't react as the not-so-pleasant flight attendant took her position in the middle of the cabin, instructing us the proper use of the ever complicated seatbelt and what to do if the door gets ripped off. If that were to happen, nobody would follow procedure, "Fight and Flight" would take over and all rational thought would be following that door that just flew off. The human mind may be complicated, but it's not so complicated that the expectation of calm in the midst of panic would become reality.

I turned back to the Tailor story and read it over, holding the pen within my teeth as I wanted to lay up-side down again. Three pictures fell from the pages, face down into my lap. So they were the super secret thing I was supposed to read over and see what I thought about it. It was another test, but how was this being monitored? L, from what I've seen likes to see things for himself, so how in the name of chocolate and all the fruit on the earth is he seeing, or hearing it? I turned toward Watari, of course. I shook my head and refocused on the Tailor case.

Kira must've panicked, this action by L was unplanned, he should've waited. I skimmed through the story, L did add to it, that afterwards the killings were then centered on the area the broadcast was shown first. So, that meant that Kira's killings weren't focused, or weren't meant to look as if they were. This could be because he was looking for a way to distract the world from the fact his first killing, or the one I thought was his first killing was in Japan. I flipped to the first couple of pages of my investigation, skimming through the names. I looked at the table in front of me and smiled as Watari put highlighters on the table between us. Yup, the old man was covered in bugs.

"Thank you," I said with a smile as I picked them up, looking outside as the England landscape became toy-sized. I turned back to my notes and went through the names, foreigners were in green, the natives in retrospect to Japan were yellow. I started eating the grapes as I assessed the page, it was mostly yellow, Kira's killings were centered in Japan the entire time, but he did kill a great number of ethnicities, not just focusing on the horrors of Japanese crimes. Enough to where if I wasn't mega-mind I wouldn't think anything of it. I bit the inside of my cheek as I flipped back to the Tailor case, if I had seen the broadcast this would be slightly easier, I'd have some in-flight entertainment that way.

If Kira had waited until the next week or so to try to kill Tailor, it would've been pointless, he would've already been dead but we wouldn't have known, or in L's case confirmed his hunch, that Kira only requires a face and a name to kill, this made him more dangerous. Sure Ebony was an alias, totally unrelated in every way shape and form to my real name possible. However, Matt, Mello and Near, could tell you if anyone found out how I came to call myself Ebony, then finding my real name would be a piece of cake. I wrote this inner monologue down so that I wouldn't forget it, just the part about Kira being dangerous, not the part about my name. I then sat sideways in the chairs and put the pictures on the table side by side.

I smiled and grabbed a banana upon eating the last grape. I kicked my feet out gently from the seat and read the letters, all three suicide notes. These letters were nothing special, they all showed fear in Kira and his power, and that they would like L to catch them, but something seemed off about them. I tucked one of the highlighters behind my ear as I set the spiral to the side, closing it. I turned back to the letters reread them again, this time noticing a message, "L did you know, gods of death loved apples?" I felt my eyes widen slightly as I turned to Watari, his eyes looked guarded. He was hiding something, these weren't it. Sneaky, I was starting to have some respect for L.

"Watari, may I please have the other picture?" I mumbled pointing toward his right breast pocket, where I assumed it was. He had adjusted that side of his jacket three times as I looked at the pictures. I looked up at the older man through my bangs, his eyes portraying slight astonishment. Honestly, I didn't understand where that was coming from, then again I have managed to hide my true intelligence for years. Watari handed me the other picture, "have red hands," was written on that one. I frowned, sure there was something else off. I may be thinking too much on this, but nothing would get done unless everything was questioned. So, why was the sky blue? Why did Kira stick to just criminals? Will I die on this case? What does red hands and apples have to do with this case? I think that covers most of my questions. I laid upside down and held the pictures like I would a hand of cards the one saying "have red hands" on top.

"Miss Ebony, if I may, why do you enjoy positioning yourself upside down?" asked Watari looking up from the newspaper he was reading. I thought about this, nobody ever really asked, it was accepted as my thing. I rearranged the pictures and made a coherent sentence, "L did you know, gods of death who love apples have red hands." This was more comical than the first three pictures. No, this wasn't right, I mean I put the pictures together right, but the last note, it didn't set right for me, like I accidentally ate day-old apples. Let me tell you, not a good idea stomach was upset all day long, and I got no sympathy, well if you count Matt not laughing, I guess that counted as sympathy.

"I like atypical things, and I get bored easily, this just gives me a different angle to see everything in. The extra blood to the head does stimulate more thought, if only slightly. Watari, you can call me Ebony, the 'Miss' in front of my name makes me feel too important. I'm only a teenager," I said taking a bite out of the fruit in my hand and repeated the message from the suicide notes, trying to interpret what Kira meant to tell L. I set the pictures on the table, and focused on the fourth note, it was a fake. L probably made it to throw me off, the fact that I had to ask for it also was a part, to see if I could pick up on subtle clues. I turned that picture upside down, L was watching. I couldn't see the camera, but I was sure there was a camera.

I was left with "L did you know, Gods of Death love apples?" Obviously he was being teased L was, but there was something else there I was sure of it. Whether the underlining message I was looking for was purposely put there, or I was just trying to put meaning to these worthless images I wasn't sure. Either Kira considered himself a god of death, and he was letting us know trivia about himself, or gods of death did exist and he was telling us this to throw us off not expecting us to interpret it as an alliance between man and gods that involved killing people. I laughed at myself, shifting my position to where I was laying on the seat side-ways. I picked up the three pictures I was sure were real suicide notes from Kira. Why send these?

Obviously the first seemed more likely to me, psychotic killers often had crazy views about themselves. I didn't expect anything different, this also went with what Near said about him wanting a utopia which helped explain why he was exclusively killing criminals. I grabbed an apple. Kira wasn't stupid though, carelessly giving us this information wasn't like him. There was also the question on where these pictures came from. They were suicide notes, but how did Kira get these notes written, unless he is able to control people before they died, so then these guys were inmates, all accept the last picture.

"Watari, L," I said quietly, looking up at the ceiling as I cross my legs and putting my hands behind my head. "There is a message for the latter of you two. Did you know that Gods of Death love apples? I certainly didn't. The other letter is a fake, and Kira is either just messing with you or gods of death actually exist. Believe what you will." Watari smiled as he reached into his coat pocket and handed me an ear piece. I reached over the table and fell over as I grabbed onto the plastic piece. "Ouch, I'm good!" I called as I sat up to hold onto the wall as the plane hit some turbulence, it was like a deadly rollercoaster, I sure hate to be the guy in the bathroom.

I put the earpiece in as I pulled myself onto my row of chairs. It was cold, like a cool breeze was rolling through and your earbud fell out of your ear and then putting it back in your ear and it feels like it's been in a refrigerator. So cold it tickles your brain a little. Yup that's how it felt, my brain needed a little tickling.

"That's impressive Ebony, I expected you to pick up on Watari's clues on the fourth picture. However you found out that it was a fake, taking it a step further. You're correct that was a fake, and I see you've also come to some of the same conclusions as I have on other subjects of Kira. Welcome to the team." I sat there, letting a sarcastic unamused smile spread across my face, really that's all he had to say? I wouldn't have minded so much if the guy hadn't used robot voice I mean I'm on my way to meet him in person, or so I'm assuming.

"I was also right on this being a test," I muttered to myself. I looked outside and licked the excess apple juices from my chin. An obvious conclusion was made, Kira was a murderer, and murder cases were handled by the police. "Watari, we'll be working with the Japanese police, right?" I asked quietly thinking about the slightly narrowed field of suspects. My earlier theory of Kira being the eight from the first killing has long since been forgotten, I needed to reassess my suspects. So that left what, the male Japanese population?

"We are, more specifically you and L will, I'll make sure you two have everything you need, I see you like fruit." I smiled and started peeling an orange. I explained how the fruit help keep my focus, and as I've repeatedly demonstrated, I can't really focus for long periods of time. Watari nodded, agreeing with me as I lived up to my reputation. I let my thoughts wonder, a dangerous thing if you were me. I was already coming up with new office based pranks. Even though it seems trivial, fishing line is the best pranking tool ever! It's almost invisible to the naked eye. Though I was going to have to be ninja-like in obtaining the holy grail of my pranks, chances of L letting me have it was slim to none.

"It looks so cool outside," I said happily as I sat on my knees and looked over the green ground that looked like plastic rather than living plant material. "I wonder what's it like to skydive, that's something I'll do when this is all over!" I fell back, the bowl I was putting all the discarded peels in falling onto my face and hair. I laughed as I slowly sat up and picked up the peels of two bananas and an orange, as well as the core from my apple and what was left of the grapes.

"We will be arriving to the Tokyo Airport shortly, please remain seated until the plane has made a complete stop," called the Capitan from the intercom as I peeled my third banana and ate it in a matter of minutes, easily finishing the rest of the fruit. Twelve hours gone like a blink of an eye. Who knew time flew by when you actually use the grey matter in-between your eyes? Anyone? No? Only me, dang.

"Ebony," said Watari drawing my attention. I turned toward the older man curiously tilting my head to the side slightly. "L goes by Ryuzaki on this investigation, he requests that you also use this name." I nodded, I then decided to add onto my alias, a last name, my gamer tag Kage. I fastened the seatbelt as the plane started making its decent. I just randomly told Watari about living in the orphanage, by his request, as the plane landed.

"I normally hung out with Matt Mello, and Near, not at the same time. Mello and I have one of the more unlikely friendships, I'd make him mad just so he can get his daily exercise in. Gotta keep the chocoholic in shape somehow. Do you think Ryuzaki will have any protests with webchat with Matt, Mello, and Near as well as continue my weekly gaming schedule?"

"You'd have to ask him that yourself," I nodded as the plane jerked at the landing. I picked up the notebook and made sure I had put the pen back where it was, in the metal spiral. There was a slight jerk as the plane stopped. I stood up on wobbly, stiff legs and waddled like a duck behind the substitute "mamma duck" as we left the airport and gathered my luggage. I looked around me, signs written in Japanese translated easily in my head, reading a Japanese to English dictionary whilst having a photographic memory really had its perks.

I lightly held onto the necklace Mello gave me, the one with the chess piece on it smiling as it laid in the middle of my chest. Matt's goggles also hand around my neck, hanging around the collar of the dark blue button down shirt I was wearing. I followed Watari to a black old English style car. I opened the trunk and watched as the older man threw my suitcase in and after closing it, went to sit in the back seat.

I watched as Watari took a seat in the front and started driving. I've been in cities before, but every time I do go, I always bask in the tall buildings. I knew how they were built, but they distracted me. The idea of standing on the roof, or in one of the top floors and looking down on everyone, how buildings were also used for suicides didn't help my curiosity. "Watari, why is L –I mean Ryuzaki – staying in a hotel?" I asked in fluent Japanese as we turned toward the metal jungle, hotels dotted the roads every couple of streets. I knew the police department was in the opposite direction, in the heart of the city. It was only reasonable that I come to this conclusion.

In a way staying in a hotel was smart, using an alias would be easy, but at the same time, unless using cash it'll be easily to track who L is, unless the two of them had multiple credit cards. Then it'd be like finding a needle in a haystack and by then L would know who is looking for him anyways, or I assumed.

"Ryuzaki finds moving from hotel to hotel beneficial in keeping the investigation secretive," I nodded as he turned down another street, stopping in front of a hotel. I looked up at the thirty story building and stepped out of the car. I went to get my luggage, but the kind old man said that he'd take care of it, that Ryuzaki would most likely wanted to get started right away. I nodded in agreement and followed him to the twenty-eighth floor.

The hotel was pretty fancy, red carpet lined the hallways. The walls were painted a light grey, more of an off-white, the floor molding was a light yellow, to go with the golden pattern on the carpet. We passed by a vending machine filled virtually everything, but as expected my focus food was alienated and not invited to the packaged party. Watari kept walking while I looked briefly at the machine, I jogged to catch up.

The older man opened the door, allowing me to walk in first as he disappeared into the catacombs of the hotel. The room had a white carpet, and a light cream-yellow wall scheme, light white linen curtains were pulled closed around the windows. To my left was a kitchen and the right, I assumed were the bedrooms. I felt my ear twitch as a slouched man stood looking at me, measuring me up. His eyes were black and had dark circles under them, they were somewhat hidden under his messy black hair. He was wearing a long sleeve white shirt and jeans both were a little too big for him. I smiled and held my hands behind my back, looking at him with my crystal like eyes.

"Hello Ryuzaki," I said innocently rocking back and forth on my heels. His eyes widened as he stuck his thumb nail in his mouth. I will admit that I was looking forward to a man in a suit similar to Watari's probably in his mid-thirties, not in his mid-twenties. However, I wasn't what people expected either. I looked like anyone else I just act like a hoodlum when it fits.

"Good afternoon Ebony. Please come this way, I want to ask you a few questions before the rest of the task force gets here, in case you don't want to revel your identity," he had a emotionless tone to his voice, he was Near's clone, or Near was his clone. Though neither one of them knew each other personally, so these theories were almost unjustifiable. I nodded and followed him into what would be the living area of the hotel room. There were two laptops side by side, in front of two chairs, the couches angled toward each other with a coffee table in the middle, papers thrown on there as if they were being looked at. "Please sit down, the rest of the task force will be here shortly." I watched as L crouched in one of the chairs, he hunched back bent slightly more so than when he was standing. Does he have back problems? Scoliosis?

I tilted my head and sat, sideways, in the chair next to him as he leaned over toward one of the computers as he started typing on it, clearly thinking about something at the same time. He leaned back and turned toward me as a video started on the screen, a man with black hair, sitting behind a desk with a name plate that displayed his name loud and proud, Lind L Tailor. He introduced himself as L. My eyes widened, Kira should've seen through this. L, from both as the stand point as a civilian and a potential successor to the weird looking guy beside me, wouldn't have thought he would've gone and introduce himself this carelessly. The word "evil" was brought up, calling Kira out. He didn't panic did he? No, well maybe, he was probably provoked to the point to where to save his sanity he killed him.

I nearly fell out of my chair, not because L's well L flash on the screen, but because he was flabbergasted. Didn't know I knew that word did ya? That's what I get for reading six dictionaries. The robotic sounding detective was relaying how far he'd gotten, sort of, saying Kira didn't need to be present. His voice elevated from his slow calm-ish start, like he was Hitler giving a speech, no I'm not done with these Hitler references leave me alone! I don't personally like the dictator, but let's face it people if he was working for the greater good he'd be the best leader ever end of story. Anyways, L provoked Kira to kill him, almost yelling into the microphone, and then like a switch went smug and said that he couldn't be killed by Kira.

"So, what are your thoughts other than what you've already said on the video?" I jumped and looked at the detective, as he picked up a plate, a piece of cake resting on it. I studied him as I turned back to the screen and crossed my legs, resting my elbows on my knees.

"Kira didn't panic, sure he was panicking as you were yelling at him asking for death. Nice Hitler like rampage, it fit the moment. Even though the most evil man from the twentieth century is long gone, his influences still are prominent. This isn't what you asked though, you uncovered all of the obvious though, Kira doesn't need to be present so this widens the possibilities on who he is. If anything this proved that Kira is in fact a male. Why'd you show this to me?" I blinked a few times and sat back, starting the painfully slow reply of the video, wishing what he had said had subtitles.

"Watari told me you were interested in his murder so I figured you should see his murder first hand and see if you can add onto your thoughts and conclusions," L said I turned toward him and nodded slowly as a knock was heard at the door. "You are free to keep your task here to yourself, I won't tell them." I nodded as I turned and put my knees on the seat and put my elbows on the back of the chair as the door opened, five men walking in.

"Hi!" I said waving happily dragging the word out. The suited men turned and looked at me questioningly, like I was crazy, or I was out of place, probably both. The youngest of the five smiled widely at me, his eyes were dark but they showed innocent, he was a naïve man. Their gaze shifted to L, an astounded expression taking over their faces.

"I am L," said the detective that was now there with everyone, scratching his foot with his other foot and then his head with is hand, going through the tangle of a jungle in there. Lovely first impression, though considering he uses a computer I guess this is a second impression. Everyone's eyes were filled with shock, and then calmed down, what proof did they have to say that he wasn't?

"Hello! I'm Matsuda," the first cop said in a voice that almost mirrored my own. I stood up on the chair and flipped over it landing lightly and calmly walked over to the detective, holding my hand for him to shake it. I looked into the eyes of everyone else as they pulled out ID's and started saying their names loud and proud, idiots. Matsuda's first name was Touta, his fair was cut around his ears and he showed his youth and his careless nature showed. Soichiro Yagami, an older man with graying hair, his eyes showed that he was old-fashioned, he also was one to protect his family to the death, but he was also very caring and cautious. Shuichi Aizawa with a mini-afro, frown lines on his face, he was more aggressive and hot-headed than the other two, he wasn't like Mello, he wouldn't try to kill anyone, just yell. Kanzo Mogi, the tallest man there was quiet, as well as insanely dedicated, he was seen not heard. Hirokazu Ukita was another man whose hair was cut short, he looked like he was the second most likely to do something foolish, is Matsuda didn't get himself killed, he was.

"My name is Ebony, Ebony Kage, I'm here to help you guys, I think. Ryuzaki might just be taking advantage of my interest in the case and high intelligence level," I said casually as I walked into the kitchen getting a peach from the fridge. I gently caressed the fuzzy fruit as task force let my name and position sink in. I jumped as a "bang," if you wanted to call it that, came from the room.

I then got the best idea, I walked into the room and jumped up behind the five men yelling "Death by heartattack!" jumping up and waving my arms, causing everyone to turn away from L's "hand gun" and turn to me, their hands resting on their beating chests. I bit my tongue to hold in my laughter. This was pointless. I hit the wall behind me as tears of laughter spilled over my eyes. Mumblings from the five of them spread quickly until Aizawa spoke up asking and I quote "What the hell was that?" I bit into my fruit and started clapping slowly. I took a mental picture of their faces, even though it was already trapped into the fly paper that was my mind.

"That's priceless your faces! You'd be dead if we were Kira, though I'm pretty sure he doesn't use a gun. Unless he's using darts with some weird chemical concoction, like some witch recipe," I said getting ready to ramble. "Then again he can control people, maybe he's a hypnotist and hypnotized those criminals, but I have no clue where in Japan they were killed, and I'm only assuming they're in Japan because of the language the letters were written in. You know-"

"Ebony, please control yourself," L said I stopped and shrugged as he turned back to Task Force. "Kira only needs a face and a name to commit murder, but I assume you've already figured that out, haven't you?" Burn, like leaving toast in the toaster for too long, or forgetting your making a grilled cheese and you go back to check on it and all you have is a burnt rock, yeah I'm no five star chef. "Please don't give out your name so carelessly, let's value our lives." He then turned and went back to where we were watching the Tailor murder.

There was a call to leave any and all communication devices on the table, turned off. I shrugged it off and danced into the other room, the police men asking why it was necessary, Aizawa jumping to conclusions as to why. I took my seat and looked at L, curiously taking another bite out of the peach. "Let me start by saying nobody takes notes here in these meetings. That means when we leave here for headquarters, everything is committed to memory," the detective said I smirked, memory eh? I've got that covered. I still had a clarification question, so like a good student I raised my hand. "Yes Ebony?"

"Does that include me opening up a document on the laptop, taking notes and then deleting it so that it is committed to memory? I mean you can ask Roger how I deal with rules, and he'll say that I don't follow them- which isn't true. I just have a habit of finding loopholes out of boredom and pointing them out with a demonstration." This was effective in my opinion, demonstrations are always taken more seriously, people are better visual learners than anything else.

"You'll be here the entire time, I suppose this is acceptable. Now, back to what I was saying, Please make yourselves comfortable." There was some talk on why classifying names of criminals was a bad thing, me agreeing with a nod of the head every couple of seconds, this small chatter really dampening my excitement. All and all it came to a simple statement; Kira was childish and he hated to lose.

"I know this because I am also childish and I hate to lose, that's how I know," the raven haired detective said then going on to explain what happens when a childish killer and a childish detective go head to head. "Kira works alone, he had access to all of our classified information." I was upside down at this point, but I decided now would be a nice time to put in some thoughts, or in this case some "constructive criticism."

"I have a friend that hacked into your systems and was able to stick around to translate some of the documents into English. I don't see why he just didn't ask me to translate, he knew I was curious about this case. Maybe we should beef up our computer security, put bugs in our systems so we can see which computer Kira is getting this information from."

"Interesting, would your friend be able to help us?" I shrugged I wasn't going to promise something from Matt and on then he says no. It wasn't likely, but it was still an option. "He needs a name and a face to kill," L said continuing his thoughts, "and to some extent he can dictate their time of death and actions before dying. We already know that much, please keep that in mind." A marker was pulled out as I tuned out the discussion and went back to the video that was imprinted in my memory. "And listen carefully to what I have to say next," I lifted my eyes, so much for tuning out.

"I hope that marker is washable," I stated pointing at the jet black marker, "I am not paying for a replacement table, I'm broke." Everyone paused as L completely disregarded my outburst and drew on the table, a timeline by the looks of it.

"On December 14th, twelve FBI agents entered Japan," L began. I shifted my position to mirror L's there had to be some detective mojo that went along with sitting that way and I was determined to figure out what that mojo was. It was also easier to see what he was writing, and I had a feeling as time was allowed to flow, I was going to be in charge of old information. "Here we are December 19th. Using prison inmates, Kira experiments by manipulating their actions before they die. In other words in this window of only five days Kira became aware of the FBI's presence and obviously felt threatened."

"He was probably followed and knew he was being followed. I think Kira is trying to remain anonymous while still trying to prove to us that no matter what we do we can't find out who he is. The fact he didn't know the name or face of these agents he probably singled out the agent that was following him and then got him to tell him the names of the other agents with him before killing him. However, he would have to be present during that killing, which is totally not his style." I shook my head as L studied me, trying to figure out where my smarts came from, I mean it's not like I run around with a rainbow banner strapped to my back with my IQ painted on it. Though that would be awesome!

"He also needed to know how much control he had over his victims before he used it for the agents. So on December 27th, well we all know what happened." I felt out of the loop, what happened? I opened my mouth and closed it as I came to my own conclusion, the FBI agents died. L was looking at me but continued on with his explanation.

"During this period, to the best of our knowledge 23 victims died of heart attacks. These were different from Kira's normal targets. These were all alleged criminals, ex-convicts, or suspects in ongoing investigations. Legally speaking they were innocent. He needed these people do die in order to kill those FBI agents, he killed that many so we couldn't pick out the decoys from those he actually used. In truth he only needed a few. He waited 8 days so that the agents could investigate other people and so that there was nothing linking them to him." I tuned out as the time frame was narrowed down even more.

I saw a pile of papers, and as L wrote on the table some more, still not replacing the table, nor am I going to clean it up. I may be a female but I am no house maid, people are lucky I pick up my apple cores, and peach seeds, and grape stems, and orange peels, I think you get the idea. I picked up a good chunk of them and then L picked up the rest, noticing instantly that it was lighter than he expected.

"These files are from the FBI, they contain additional information that you may find useful, for obvious reasons you won't be able to-" I lifted my head as he stopped abruptly, was Kira killing him? Come-on you can't say after hearing him provoke him that I wasn't the least bit suspicious that he was about to die.

"Amazing!" said Matsuda happily picking up a file cutting the detective off. To be honest, I thought the detective was talking a lot. They agreed to split off into teams, one investigating the FBI agents the other team get the heart attacks that didn't follow suit. I knew from the look on L's face I was going to be looking at both. Computer mind activate! I needed a super hero costume.

"So, any questions?" asked L interrupting the master plan, looking around the table and settled his gaze onto me. I looked at him and made my face twist into one that over exaggerated how appalled I was. I put my hand on my chest and dropped my jaw. Me, questions? Where was Matt to raise an eyebrow when I need him to? Or to teach me, that would be slightly more efficient.

"I've managed to hide how smart I really am for four years, give or take one, it took me only one year to go through the rules and find loopholes in all of them, I'm good. I'm actually a lot smarter than I act, and look, but mostly act," I said reading the files in my hand, Raye Penber.

He was going to get married to a Naomi Misora, that name was familiar, though I wasn't positive where from. Now, before you gasp in the horror of my lying to you about how accurate my memory is, let me explain what photogenic exactly means, though I'm sure you readers were just reminded. I'll just keep going on my inner monologue. I heard her name, and I can't remember where from and it was killing me. Was sure that whenever I heard it, I was thinking I should've written it down.

"Actually Ryuzaki, I do have two questions for you, and one pertains to what you said earlier about how you hate to lose. The fact that you've shown us your face, mean that you lost but just being here are you admitting defeat to Kira?" I tilted my head to the side and considered this. L, someone who doesn't show his face had just shown his face to these five plus me. Speaking of me, is my presence here mean a larger defeat as well?

"Well that's right. By showing my face to you now, and by sacrificing the lives of twelve FBI agents, as well as bringing a teenager into this case I have lost the battle. But I'm not going to lose the war. This is the first time I have ever put my life on the line. I want to show Kira we're all willing to risk our lives if that's what it takes." He paused for a literal second and smiled, I almost fell over in shock, Near smiled exactly like how he did, but unlike the albino I had no overwhelming need to pick him up in a breath catching hug. "And that no matter what Justice will prevail."

"Mr. Yagami, I assume your question involves something about me here, no?" I said biting my lip in thought about Naomi Misora. "I was contacted by L, totally my decision on being here. I completely understand the risks, and I'm not going to hide under my bed while missing the opportunity to gather information on something I'm actually interested in. That's like pointing to dog food and tell a dog to not eat it." I kicked my feet out from under me them being stiff and my ankles starting to hurt. Why does L sit like this? This was going to be question for another day.

I looked around the room, there was only seven of us in the room, excluding Watari who was out doing whatever it was that Watari did, but that's six more allies that Kira didn't have. Individually none of us could stand against Kira, does that mean that Kira smarter than us? No, that can't be possible, could it? I was going to have to treat this like that one game I actually won against Near, no hold bard. I stood up and looked outside, Kira look out, you have a fourteen year old after you and nobody knows what she's capable of, not even she knows.

"Ryuzaki, I just remembered I was going to ask if I could maintain contact with my friends via web cam. I'll keep my big mouth shut, all I have to do is distract myself beforehand. Playing some video games might work, it's been a while since I played some World of Warcraft, Whiskers might be getting lonely," I said turning toward the detective, pushing my bangs from my eyes. He nodded his permission. "Oh, and before we go any further I will do anything within reason to find and catch Kira. Kira might possibly believe he's justice, but he's also a hypocrite."


Just a head's up, the next chapter I'm going to totally re-write from square one, and I've never done this before and even though it takes me two days to write an entire chapter, it takes about three days to edit it so we're looking at about a week. So, I decided to come out with this chapter a lil early.

I'm still looking to see if anyone can guess Ebony's real name, and no I don't know what the prize will be, probably a character later on in the story, I already am planning on putting a friend in it and by his request he dies. Yeah, I have weird friends.

Thanks for those who have favorited the story and now review response.

To Chocoholics Unite:

Pie: I am assuming that means I portrayed their emotions the way I wanted them too. Oh Yeah! *punched air*

Ebony: Poor Matt? He's safe- for the time being- I'm the one risking my life and limb. Oh and Mel, your nickname is catching on!

Mello: Shut up! I am not a Princess *crosses arms*And I don't even look like Princess Peach!

Ebony: You could've fooled me.

Pie: Not looking like her eh? I think between Ebony, Matt and I we can arrange a total make-over.

Matt: *looks up from PSP* You do know that's a death wish right?

Ebony: But it'll be funny. I'll go get the handcuffs and duck tape!

Pie: I'll go get the costume. Sorry Matt you're going to have to hold her down while Ebony hand cuffs him.

Matt: Is it sad that this isn't the weirdest thing Eb has had me do?

Ebony: Nope! ^.^ Oh Melloooooo

Mello: Get away! AND IM NOT A HER!

Pie: Wait…does anyone know how to put make-up on? I barely know how to do decent eye-liner. Ebony?

Ebony: Really? You're going to ask me? I don't even wear eye-liner, or straighten my hair.

Matt: I'll find a tutorial online.

Ebony: Matt you're the best! *hugs Matt around the neck.*

Matt: I know *blushes*

Pie: Well that's all for now, see you whenever I get done with the next chapter O.o