Author's Note: Yes! Four chapters! In this chapter, a lot of foreshadowing will happen and you may notice subtle sentences that make absolutely no sense. Fear not! This will be resolved in future chapters in which Koree's world... will make sense. :)

Especially when she talks to Mogi. PAY LOTS OF ATTENTION TO THAT. :D

~~LaLa-chan

Koree's eyes widened and her and slapped wetly against her bloody shoulder. She stumbled back a bit and fell onto the ground. Everyone, even Near, turned and stared first at Kore, then at me. I looked at my gun… but…I wasn't holding it. Koree held it. I looked up at Near, who's eyes now went to something above me.

I turned and there stood a man in his 30s, probably, holding a gun pointed straight at Near. I looked back at Koree, but now Lidner and Gevanni were at her side, both trying to tourniquet the blood flow from her shoulder with gauze and fabric from their first aid. Koree weakly shoved the gun across the floor and I turned it onto the man, but just as I was about to shoot, he fell, screaming. Rester had gotten him before me. I put away the gun and got beside Koree as the ambulance was called. She blinked a few times, squinting as she tried not to completely shut her eyes.

"Kore! Kore?! Koree??" I tried not to show my urgency, but she kept turning whiter and her eyes looked blanker every second.

"Damn damn damn damn," she cussed under her breath- which was probably the loudest she could talk.

"Shit… don't close your eyes, Koree," I muttered, pressing the tourniquet – which kept falling apart – against the wound, but tried not to hit the bullet.

I walked up the stairs near the wall to where the man had been, and pushed past Rester, planting my foot on the man's throat and my gun to his forehead. "I swear to God I'm gonna fucking kill you and set your flesh on fire." The gun cocked against his head, and he stared at me wildly.

"No…! Don't hurt me! I was sent for Kira! You can't kill me!"

"I can and I fucking will!"

"No! No you can't!" he said almost teasingly.

"Wha-"

"Mello!"

I started to turn but was stopped by another Kira follower. I slammed the gun's barrel against his face, and he fell sideways, over the banister. Koree stood before me, and I realized she'd pushed the man. She shook her head, and swayed a bit; "Jesus; I can't be shot and down for… 2 minutes without you getting yourself into trouble…" A small smile graced her pained face. I felt a tightening in my chest as I realized the pain I'd caused her. Had I not come, she wouldn't have been distracted by me...

The guy who'd shot Kore was being restrained by Rester. "Stupid douche bag," Koree muttered. She lay her good arm around my shoulders and I helped her stand properly. She explained softly - almost as if she was sorry - that she was dizzy. I couldn't help but smile at her stating the obvious.

"I believe this is what you came here for, Mello?" Near pulled a picture from his pocket and I took it from him, shoving it into my pocket.

"I guess you should tighten security... By the way, I couldn't leave here without giving you something, Near…"

"The murder notebook: it's a shinigami's notebook, and people who touch it are able to see the shinigami."

"I-impossible," Rester said behind me.

"Who's going to believe that? A shinigami?" Gevanni added.

"I believe him- and besides, Koree had said something like that before Mello came. And what advantage is there for Mello in coming up with such a stupid story about a shinigami really existing? If he were telling me a lie, he would tell me a normal – more meaningful – lie. Therefore, the shinigami exists."

"The notebook I had belonged to a shinigami named Sidoh, who dropped it in the human world. He had to come down to get it back. But another shinigami had it before."

"We know that because there were rules written in English inside the notebook for human use, right? It would be odd for a shinigami to write rules down for humans to use when he wants to get it back."

I turned to leave with Koree – whose head lay limply on my shoulder – but stopped; "And one more thing: there is a fake rule hidden amongst the rules written in the notebook. That's all the information I can give you…"

Oh…oh god, what the hell…? I looked around a new hotel room. My shoulder throbbed dully, and my entire arm was asleep and tingled.

"Kore…? You awake, or are you just moving around again?" Mello's voice asked behind me.

"Both…"

"Damn- you've been asleep for so long."

"Well… I woke up a few times, I remember, but not for very long… Sorry."

"Nah, don't apologize…"

I stretched, but stopped and yelped. "Oh damn…! That… that hurt…"

"Wow… of course it did, smartass." Mello smirked; "You were shot."

"Oh yeah… It wasn't you who shot me, was it… It was that Kira follower… Right..?"

"Yeah… But that other dumbass you pushed over the banister stopped me from shooting the first guy."

"Oh yeah… I was kind of… you know… out of it…."

Mello was sitting back in his chair with some chocolate he stole from me, and now he was on his phone…

Mogi looked at his phone as it beeped loudly; RESTRICTED NUMBER

Everyone in the room looked at him. Light turned and told them, " We'll use the cell-phone sharing system. If it's Mello I want you to do everything he says… We'll help you, and capture Mello, whatever it takes.

"Are you Mogi?" Mello's voice asked through the phone.

"There's no mistake. It's Mello's voice," Aizawa said.

"Are you alone?"

"No," Mogi answered.

Mello was silent for a moment; "Then there's somebody right near you?"

"No," Mogi repeated.

"Then this conversation is not beaing overheard?" Mello gave Mogi no time to answer, and continued, "I want you to just keep answering so that the others around you will not realize who you're talking to.

"Mogi, why don't you come to New York to see me?" Mogi was silent at Mello's request.

"I won't tell you anything else, not unless you come to a place I specify. No cameras or wires, and make sure you bring extra cell phone batteries. I want you to tell me right now if you're coming or not. I can't let you hang up to think about it, since you could come up with a plan with the people around you."

From the backround, a voice – a female voice, they thought – yelled out, "Mello!!" in the same voice Misa spoke to Light in.

"Dammit," they heard Mello mutter.

"Mello!! Damn you! Don't- dammit! Augh!" She then began screaming in Japanese: "It's such a damn bother to be walking around here – blood on the damn ground – having to figure out how-"

"My apologies," Mello continued.

"Who was that?" Mogi asked.

"I don't know- a captive or something," Mello grumbled quickly. "Anyway… if you come you'll need to stay on the line with me at all times. The only time you can turn your cell phone off is when you get on the airplane. I'll call you again once you land."

Who was that? Light thought. Mello doesn't have any captives – or no reason to – right now, does he?

"Okay, where do I need to go?" Mogi asked.

"Good. I want you to come to the exit of the Nick St. Station in New York as fast as you can.

"Mello!" I yelled. "Damn you! Don't- dammit! Augh!" I then began screaming in Japanese: "It's such a damn bother to be walking around here – blood on the damn ground – having to figure out how-" Mello put his gloved hand over my mouth and held me against him. It's such a damn bother to be walking around here, blood on the damn ground, having to figure out how the hell we're supposed to catch Kira when you don't TELL ME THINGS!


We stood in the ugly old place for god-knows-how-long, waiting for this guy "Mogi" to come… from Japan. I was supposed to still be in a hospital, but I ditched it almost immediately after I woke up when they'd removed the bullet… well I think I'd been kidnapped by Mello, but I'd have left anyway.

"Let me hold the phone," I whispered.

"No… God no," Mello answered.

"Give me the phone and go to the bathroom or something."

Mello stared at me as I begged, and sighed softly before handing the cell to me and leaving the room.

I was silent for a moment, then decided to speak to 'Mogi'; "Hello."

"Uh… hello…."

"… You're Mogi, right?"

"Yes… and who are you?

"Who am I… Who am I?" I paused before continuing. "I… let's consider this for a moment… I guess I'm Angel- or at least, that's what the Deputy Director called me before he… you know… Well, then again, I could be called a Death Angel. Something of a minor shinigami, eh?"

"How do you- you're…?"

"I am what?"

"Who are you?" he repeated, frustrated.

"I said: I'm Angel." They said nothing. "This is boring… so who's listening in on this? L, by any chance?" I decided not to let him answer; "Hello L! It's so nice to meet the fake L! You know, the real L thinks that you are Kira, L Number Two. Do you know what this means? N will be informed soon, you know. You won't get away with this, Kira. Do you have any idea how annoying it is when you use the Death Note so goddamned much, Kira?"

"Why would you think-" Mogi stopped himself, and thought about what he was saying "- why would you think anyone's listening in on this call? Especially Kira."

"Well it's gone on so long I'm surprised that the- Oh! Mello's back! Here you go, Kun," I said happily, handing the phone to Mello, who'd just returned from wherever he'd gone.

This was going to be a long conversation in which I would take no part...

"Wow… it's really nice up here… I'm surprised we haven't fallen yet."

"Yeah… kind of cold, though," Mello answered, not looking away from the view of the city. We were on top of some dealership or something, hanging our legs off the side of the roof, watching the city go to sleep. It was windy, and my hair kept blowing into my face – mostly my eyes and into my mouth, maybe tickling my nose a bit – and Mello's was blowing up and all around.

"Just put your hair behind your ears, would you?" Mello asked after a while of my spluttering at my hair.

"No!"

"Dammit, Koree, you're gonna fall off."

I stuck my tongue out him and stuck my hands at either side of my head. "Oh crap!" I yelled as I started to fall off. Mello fell backwards off of the upraised part of the roof, grabbed my arms and pulled me back as well. I landed painfully on him, and started laughing. "Woah, damn!"

"JesuschristIhateyouKoree," Mello said in a breath.

"Oh, I love you too, Kun. I just can't resist laying on you," I said seriously. He pushed me off and I began laughing hysterically. Between , outbursts I gasped, "Mello!... I…I'm sorry! ... but you… you know it's true!"

"Oh god, grow up, Koree," he muttered, sitting and, again, staring at the city – this time from behind the upraised part of the wall.

I was silent for a second, studying his face; "What's wrong, Kun?"

He ignored me.

"Mello, what's wrong? We've only just left Wammy's – only been about 3 days – and you've been acting strangely the whole time."

"Yeah? What of it?"

"What of it? You've been much to quiet... and nice – that's what of it."

He glanced at me, then back at the lights; "I don't know. It's just… how are we going to catch Kira? I mean… Near's going to get the money, the backup, the help, and the resources, and we're just out here hoping to catch a bite."

"Hoping to catch a bite in a shallow pool? Mello, believe me. Kira will pay." Mello watched me carefully before looking back out at the city, its lights sparkling.