A/N; Hey readers! I am terribly sorry I haven't been updating. I have had a lot going on recently...with university and getting engaged! Yay me! anyways...I will try my very best to update a lot sooner and more frequently. Thank you for being ever so patient with me.

Disclaimer: Need I say, I'm not the genius behind the original concept? If only... :(

Chapter 4

The past few days had been long and harsh. Light hardly ever had time to himself and when he did, he sat staring endlessly into the shadows wondering why and how his soul was tearing into pieces as thoughts of Misa clouded his mind. He had long forgotten about Kira and all he could think about was Light and what was going to happen to him.

Surprisingly, Misa had not shown up to devour his sanity with her irresistible sexuality. The very thought should have relieved him but instead it made him worry even more. Misa was obviously not herself, from what Light had come to know, but even for her; her absence was alarming. Misa was unpredictable and that was exactly what made her dangerous.

Two days had passed and still no sign of Misa. Could she have just moved on? 'Of course she hasn't,' Light thought to himself, 'this is Misa we're talking about. She's obsessed.'

It had also been two days since Ryuk left for the Shinigami Realm to deliver his letter to the King, and yet no return. Light needed to put his plan into phase 2; this was the only opportunity to do so. He knew it was too early for it, but he had no choice. Misa was a complication, and he could not break free from her on his own.

He walked towards his closet and took out his towel. For what he was about to do and contemplate doing, a nice hot shower was definitely what he needed.

Misa walked through the doors of the Larson Group Corp which was one of the tallest buildings in Yokohama. The whole place was like a ghost town and all the employees were all whispering quietly about the death of their young CEO. Misa walked past the security, her black heels clattering on the marble floor. Everyone whispering stopped and began to stare at her as she walked over towards the elevators.

She wasn't knew to the building and many had seen her with the young Loki Larsen several times. He was a handsome man and she too was a beautiful model; and as rumours be, everyone assumed they were an item. However, as she walked through the doors, there was no sign of remorse or mourning. She looked like her usual innocent and chirpy self, the only thing that was different about her was her clothes.

Her lack of response to the sudden and obscene death of the late Larsen is what startled everyone, catching their attention, and silencing their mumbling whispers.

The elevator doors opened and she walked in; finally all alone from prying eyes. She let out a deep breath and turned towards her friend, Rem.

Misa decided that it was good for image to visit Jun Larsen, Loki's father. Besides, she had been close to Loki and out of respect for their undefined relationship, it was important she honour him.

"How do I look?" Misa asked Rem. "Do I look solemn enough or should I try harder?"

"You could try to act a little more grieved," Rem replied. "Others were staring. Misa, is this entirely necessary?"

"Loki was close to me," Misa blushed. "I mean really close to me," she laughed. "And I guess it would be inhumane of me not to be a little affected."

Rem rolled her eyes. (I'm guessing Rem is a she)

"I'm joking Rem," Misa spoke. "No need to take things so literally. Besides, I need the Larsen Group a little longer for this plan to work."

"I am still not completely convinced that Jun will be able to be as effective as Loki was."

"Just trust me."

The doors opened onto the twenty-fifth floor. A large hallway led up to a large and brightly lit room with a desk in the centre. Behind that desk sat a man, a fairly old man with a stern and constrict demeanour and a long faded scar that started at the tip of his grey hairline down toward his left ear.

He was surrounded by two large, black suited men on either side.

"Come Misa, I have been expecting you."

L was completely worried. He had sent the box to the Forensics Department, but for obvious reasons, decided to keep the knowledge of the letter between Watari and himself. He trusted no one.

How the sender was able to find his identity, nevertheless found a way to manipulate the media with such accurate precision; made him feel he could trust no one. Someone knew where he lived, was spying on him and was connected to both the Larsen Group Corp and the Tv station.

Although any detective would deduce the same, L knew that he needed to look at the bigger picture. If only he could distance himself could he really focus what lies ahead of him. He knew he had to get away and start from scratch. And although he had gotten so far with his deductions of Kira and the mysterious deaths of criminals all around the world, he realised that there was something much larger at play than just Kira. He feared it might be a conspiracy, where Kira is no just one person but a group of people.

But how they came to know of his identity and his location, still baffled him. There were just too many questions and not enough answers.

"Ryuzaki?" the chief tapped his shoulder. L looked up and snapped out of his temporary stupor. "The DNA does indeed match with Loki Larsen and no other traces of DNA has been found. It really does seem he mutilated himself. The case is in debate whether this is classified as suicide or terrorism."

"Chief, I would like to have a full report with reported evidence of what presumably happened. I would also like all the information you have on Loki Larsen, and pictures of the crime scene." L leaned forward towards the chief and looked him square in the eyes. "Chief, with much discretion; I must inform you that I wish to carry on this investigation on my own. I think it best in everyone's interest that I investigate on my own. If required I will contact you," L spoke. "Also, as Chief, and a man of value, I must suggest that you and your team pull away from this case immediately. Kira is a dangerous man, and whatever he is unto cannot be good. His only incentive is acknowledgment. He is using the media, and it's best to not feed the fire. For everyone's safety."

The chief of police was awestruck at L's request but he understood immediately.

"Between you and I, Chief," L whispered. "I need to disappear right now, and when I need to reappear I will call you." L dug into his pocket and took out a small cellphone and handed it to the Chief. "I'll be waiting those files, Chief. Thank you."

With that L returned back to his spot on the couch and picked up a candy bar.

Light finally stepped out of the shower and put on some clothes. This was going to be very difficult, but to face his inner demons he knew he couldn't do it alone. He lay down on his bed and stared out of his window into the afternoon sky.

"Ryuk," Light muttered his breath. "Hurry up."

A/N: Hey, thanks for all the support. I hoped you enjoy this chapter. I know it was a little vague...too many questions and very little answers...but like L; you'll have to wait. Read and Review! :D