I do NOT own Death Note, only Kya.

Kya's POV

I breathed in a sigh as I leaned against a building wall a few blocks away from the club. I looked over at my black Suzuki and grinned. I grabbed the bag that thankfully still dangled from the handlebars. I pulled out my blue jeans and converse then slipped them on, not bothering to change my shirt. Yes it would look odd, a girl slipping on jeans under a skirt and all but at the moment I didn't care. I was too worried about the task I knew would be finished by now. I had hacked the mafia base computers. That's right. I did it without even being there too. I slipped on my backpack and grabbed my helmet. I hopped on and revved the engine. I listened to it purr beneath me and grinned. Man I loved technology. I pulled away from the building and sped onto the road. I peeled through red lights and watched the buildings go by in a blur. LA was a complicated place at first but if the Mafia could do it then so could I. Why did I hack the Mafia computers, some might ask. Some would even ask if I had a death wish. No not really, but they wouldn't find me anyways. I had made sure of that. I will admit whoever ran the computers were quite smart and they made sure that it would be a bit complex to get through…but they weren't smart enough. I grinned and made a right turn. It was as though they prepared themselves for regular people to try and hack them then prepare for a freaking genius who's IQ was PI. In doing so they left certain parts of their computers open for someone to weasel in. That was me. I'm not a normal person. I try to be modest and say I'm not that genius who could surpass the great L but…that's me. I know for a fact that I could surpass L. L. I sighed and let that name linger for a little bit before shaking my head to let it go. So why did I hack the computers and get all the information they had and more without leaving a trace? That's the answer. Information. Information about Kira that the general public didn't even know or have. Why would I need it? To back up my theories of course and besides there is a lot of stuff I couldn't figure out. Like how in the world Kira kills. That one question always eluded me. Soon I'll know. I pulled into the small apartment garage and parked the bike beside my car. I walked up the side stairs and unlocked my door. I placed my helmet on the counter beside me and locked the door. I shook my hair out of my face and ran my fingers through it. I slipped off my converse and walked over to my four computers on my bed. I stepped over the many cords and cables that ran along my room. Making myself comfortable on my bed, I pulled out a box of pocky and stuck one in my mouth. A white box appeared upon the computers. I had split the data into four computers for security purposes incase they had traced me. Surprisingly not much was on them but still enough to agree with my theories. When I was younger, around the age of fifteen and Kira started murdering I had my own beliefs about him. Murder is Murder no matter what way you justify it. Even if you were somehow saving others, it's still immoral. I also had reason to believe that Kira was not much older than me. Maybe seventeen or eighteen. His beliefs were very childish and as one person explained to me "he is childish and hates to loose…" They were right. Then I noticed that Kira changed tactics and now was just killing innocent people giving me reason to believe that there were two Kira'. Then the real questions started blossoming. 'Is it really possible to kill with only a name and a face?' If this is so then the second Kira is much stronger than the first but very dense. The second Kira only needs a face to kill why would they need the first Kira? Money? No it seemed too unlikely. And then I got the idea that the second Kira was female which makes more sense because the first Kira is definitely male. It made sense that second Kira fell for the first Kira and the she is a very spoiled person because of the way she created her tapes demanding what she wanted. Everything added up perfectly. Except for how they murdered. Then the most despicable act happened…. Kira killed L. This is something that the public doesn't even know about. The real L is dead. When wind of this reached me I swore that I would find Kira and watch him die. So for those reasons I began my own case. Why wait six years? That thought always crossed my mind. Why wait? I needed for things to die down; I needed the new L to show himself. And so he did. I flickered through the files quickly. Photographic memory comes in handy at times like this. Then something caught my eye. This name that popped up many times in my search. Light Yagami. In every thing I had gained in every new piece of information that I obtained…it all pointed to Light. The boy was a natural genius; fit the age range, his father was the chief of police for the love of Zeus! His girlfriend was Misa Amane; he worked on the taskforce; knew L. How much more evidence do you need? My shoulders slumped. I ran my hand through my hair and grabbed another pocky stick. I acquired all the evidence and information I needed. Now it's time for action. But what to do? I sighed and got up. I turned on the bathroom light and took off my half top. Turning on the hot water for the shower, I stripped down completely and let the water consume me. I could always hack the SPK, not a problem but from the looks of it they already had been in contact with the leader of the mafia, someone they call Mello. What the hell kinda name is that? An alias no doubt. I chuckled as I ran the shampoo through my hair. I wonder if it's a chick? That'd be the greatest thing to see. A woman leading the mafia. Ha I could see it now. The suds dripped down my back as I rinsed it all out.

"Mello." I let the name slip off my tongue. Nah that's totally a male name. I wonder what he looks like. Does he have short hair with dark brown eyes? Or jet black hair and blue eyes? Mm those type a boys are really gorgeous to look at. Or maybe he had blonde hair? Hmm. I wonder what HIS name was? I leaned my head against the side of the shower. I never did catch his name. Maybe that's for the best. Everyone I ever did care for died or was intimidated by me. Though I couldn't get the thought of the man out of my head. The way his leather-clad hands slipped around my waist; the warmth seeping through to my skin. The murmur of his voice that was so sweet. The endless anger that pooled around in his eyes yet could hold such amusement. The shape of his body that molded so perfectly to mine. I sighed. Men weren't my forte. None could outsmart me and if they tried their pride was hurt and they didn't speak to me. So in the relationship department I was as stupid as a mule. That and I once had a big brother who could and would be the crap out of anybody who even remotely looked at me funny. I looked up at the ceiling. 'Thanks for that bro' I thought and smiled a bit sadly. I turned off the water and slipped into a robe. I walked back into my room. So what could I do? Infiltrate the SPK? Or maybe even the Mafia? No. How about the taskforce? That'd be something to laugh about. I grinned as I looked at the files. Or better yet…. infiltrate them all. Ha that's something I haven't heard of. I stuck another pocky stick in my mouth.

'This'll be interesting'.