Chapter 6

Katsumi leaned against the brick wall of the allyway. It had been cleared out by herself; making sure no pests were around to bother her with her meeting. It was the middle of the night; the dinner with Mikami was over a week ago. She took in a breath from her cigerrette and released a breath of smoke. Two dark figures entered the allyway. She set the cigerette in her mouth and put her hands into her pockets, standing up and facing them.

"It's been a long time Katsumi." Mello pulled down his hood. She nodded. Matt was next to him. They both seemed uneasy. She handed over a package to them. Matt took it from her.

"I really have to say this is... a bit embarassing for me, Katsumi... I usually never try to reach around for help. I couldn't even get help on the black market," Mello said, watching Matt open the package and taking out a thin black hard-drive. A single button was on it. Katsumi spat out her cigerette.

"It's not a problem Mello... You and me are after the same person."

"Yes but our reasons are completely different," Matt added. Katsumi pulled out a few papers.

"Here're the instructions. I have to say, Mello, you stooping so low for information to want to hack into Near's network is a surprise..." Katsumi said softly.

"What can I say? I can't get very much info when I've been in hiding for how long. It shames me to no extent though... Although I wouldn't feel so ashamed if you got me hardware to hack into the current L's system." Katsumi chuckled.

"You'll find a big surprise if you do that. Besides, if I provided you with that kind of genius, I'd be suspected first hand because I made his system. It's a one of a kind. No one can hack it except me. So... how is your battle wound, Mello?" She asked casually. He smirked and touched it with his gloved hand.

"I find it quite attractive, Katsumi." Matt eyed a car hovering in front of them. He lightly nudged Mello. He nodded.

"Well... I hope you can make a nice distraction really fast, Katsumi... lately the mafia have been tracking me to try and get revenge for what happened back then," Mello said, smirking. Katsumi grinned.

"Sure. I'll give 'em a distraction..." She waved Mello and Matt off, turning and walking to the hovering car. It was about to move when she hopped onto the hood, posing and making sure the skirt she was wearing was slipping up her bare theigh. She smiled.

"Hey! What's up, mister! What to have a little fun?" She sang. The men inside start cussing and yelling. During this time, Matt and Mello were long gone. She giggled and kicked the window, sending her heel in it; it barely held her foot from breaking all the way through.

"You pervs! Looking up my skirt and trying to run me over too! Hmph!" She pulled her foot back, bringing some pieces of glass and leapt off the car, lightly skipped into her apartment building. Katsumi calmly got into the elevator and leaned against the wall.

"Now... I just have to make sure that hardware will give me communication to Near. Shouldn't be too hard. Then... Mikami... he's been real busy ever since Takeda came into play. Same with Light. Tch... what a manwhore..." Katsumi took out her cell phone. She contemplated on whether or not to call someone. The elevator dinged; signalling she reached her floor. She slipped the phone away and headed out. She reached her door and found it open. Katsumi's eyes narrowed. She slowly opened it, listening for breathing or anything moving inside. She slipped in, her eyes flickering around her apartment. Nothing seemed to have moved during the period she was out of it. She crept in slowly, peeking her head in the living room and checking behind the sofa and chairs for anyone. She headed to her bedroom. Her movements were slow; her arms were held at her waist; ready to attack if she had to. The door was opened slightly to show her bed. Katsumi stood in front of the door, letting her eyes and ears check for anyone. Someone behind her moved; catching attention. She turned around, her arm catching them in the chest and hitting them back. She delivered a quick kick to their gut; throwing them up against the wall. She held her arm at their neck, grasping their shirt tight and holding her fist to her ear. She paused. Mikami was in her grasp.

"Uh... Mikami," She said in surprise. He stared at her, panting.

"Who..." He paused.

"Katsumi?" She blinked. She released him, lowering her attack stance.

"Yeah... what're you doing here?" He stared at her outfit in surprise. She looked down at herself and yelp.

"Oh! Uh! I can explain this!"

"I didn't think you dressed like this... I mean, you didn't seem like the type."

"Uh, well... there... um... it's a little bit of a hobby for me... I guess..." She muttered.

"Well anyways, what're you doing here?" She said suddenly. Mikami had a bit of guilt on his face.

"Actually, I came up here and the door was unlocked so... I just came in. I thought you were already in here, but I guess I was wrong. I was hoping we could just have a bit of a talk." Katsumi chuckled nervously.

"Maybe I should change out of this..." Mikami smiled.

"Oh, it's alright. I don't really mind it." She smirked and lead him to the living room.

"Anything to drink?" She asked. Mikami shook his head.

"No, thank you. After that kick I don't think I could stomach anything!" He laughed. She rubbed the back of her neck.

"Sorry about that..." They sat across from each other in seperate chairs.

"So... what did you want to talk about? Especially this late at night?" Katsumi asked politely.

"Well, I honestly forgot what to talk about... Oh! I you know about Miss Takeda being the Kira spokes woman right?" Katsumi nodded. "I've been hired as a bit of a lawyer for her and her guards just in case something should happen to her or one of them. I was hoping you could assist me in this. I mean, I'm handling six people at the same time," He explained.

"Well sure. I'd be happy to help. Of course you won't get my full working skills out of it... I'm sure you already know the reason why."

"Yes... you're still not a full supporter of Kira, correct?" Katsumi nodded. Mikami sighed. His eyes wandered the room.

"You have a really nice apartment. How could you afford to uphold this sort of investment?" He asked, curious.

"Oh! Well..." She thought of a good lie to tell him.

"My family is on the wealthy side so, naturally, my account was already padded up nicely with finance," She said. Mikami saw the one portrait of L on the counter behind the sofa. He stood up and went to it. He held it up. Katsumi stiffened.

"Who is this?" He asked, again, curious. Katsumi eyes drifted to the floor, she didn't give an answer. Mikami looked over at her.

"Oh... I see..." He set the frame back down.

"Would he happen to be the precious person you lost?" Katsumi nodded.

"Yes... It was... very wrong..." She murmured. Mikami regretted being curious about the picture. He sat back down.

"He looked like a very interesting guy. What was his name?" He asked. Katsumi shook her head.

"I'd rather not talk about this Mikami," She said sternly; her eyes staring into his. He was taken back a bit but understood.

"Alright, sorry Katsumi. I didn't realize it... honestly..." He said apologetically. Katsumi was still, the aura around her was remorseful, full of sadness. Mikami looked to her and rubbed the back of his head.

"I hate sad silences like this... I always faced it when anyone talked about my mother after she died." He looked to the closed window, only a crack of light from the rising sun shone through it. The dark room, Katsumi's grief to even mentioning her past love; it was enough to make Mikami realize that the world was more extensive than he had thought. It touched him inside with a cold and cruel thorn.

"Please... leave, Mikami..." She said in a small, soft voice. He blinked and looked back to her in surprise.

"What?"

"Please... I need time alone..." She whispered. Mikami could sense the tears in her voice. He didn't move from his seat.

"I believe you've spent enough time alone, Katsumi." She tensed up a bit.

"Don't start arguing with me! Leave before I call the cops!" She snapped. Mikami stood and went to her.

"Katsumi."

"No!"

"Katsumi..." He wrapped his arms around her and held her close to him. She struggled and elbowed him, trying to escape. He closed his eyes and held tight. She whipped her head up and down, headbutting him over and over. A bit of blood ran down his chin, along with pieces of his glasses. She let out a cry and gave up. Her emotions were high, she couldn't withstand them any longer. She fell into his embrace and sobbed. Mikami let her bury her face into his chest; her tears fading into his shirt.

What if Kira is possibly... wrong? Perhaps... perhaps I should investigate the effects of all the future judgements I do... Then Kira might get angry at me... But... Katsumi made me realize the pain all of it might have caused. Am I really making others suffer this much? Was her loved one one that I killed? I can only do so much!

"Katsumi-"

"I couldn't do anything!" She cried suddenly. He froze, his eyes opened.

"I was... I was there! When he died! Oh god!" Her body shook with the streams of tears leaking from her eyes. Mikami was put into silence.

"He was fine... He was there and... and! He just collapsed! I was useless!" He felt regret in his heart. He lightly put a hand on her hair. Her sobbing didn't stop. Her sadness poured from her soul. It seemed like an eternity before she showed any signs of calming herself. Her sobs of grief turned to tears. Mikami hugged her tightly.

"It wasn't your fault... He..." He sighed.

"Katsumi, I can't think of anything to say. You witnessed his death first hand, in front of your eyes. I can't possibly comfort you. I've never experienced something as powerful as that. I really wish that it didn't happen to you. I'm certain that it was... unavoidable..." He felt uneasy saying the last word. Katsumi dug her fingers into his arms.

"No... It was completely unavoidable..." Her voice adapted the tone of rage. Her eyes were bright with a sad anger. She pulled away from him.

"I could have been avoided... if only we caught that god damn Kira sooner-!" She stopped. Mikami felt surprise leap into his heart. Katsumi's eyes went a bit wider. She had fumbled in her weakest time.

"Get out." She said suddenly. Mikami blinked.

"Katsumi...?"

"Now. Leave." She shoved him away. She went towards him and pushed him towards the door.

"Leave now."

"Katsumi, what did you mean by that?"

"I meant nothing! Get out!" She snapped. Her tears were still slowly running from her eyes. Mikami knew she slipped up. She said Kira, which meant she accused Kira. She told him much more than that. She also told him that her and her lover were hunting Kira. They were with the police then. Mikami stumbled a bit as he backed out the door.

"Katsumi why are you getting so aggressive over a simple bit of words?" He said loudly. Katsumi glared at him.

"You got to me when I was emotional. I told you... I wanted to be alone. Now leave." She slammed the door shut and locked it. Mikami narrowed his eyes and kept his gaze on the door.

So... she suspects me of being Kira? Then that means she's investigating me. Her entire bio is fake, her coverup is fake. Her name certainly is Katsumi, but I don't know her last name. I never paid attention to it whenever I looked at her. Katsumi... she's trying to avenge the one she lost... Dammit... I'm confusing myself. I'm getting attatched to her, so now I'm being sympathetic. I have to get her name tomorrow. She's a threat. Her lover went against Kira, and she is going against Kira as well. I have to... it's the will of Kira... to make the order stay stable, I must get her name. Mikami took slow steps to the elevator, he could feel in his heart the deep pull that was telling him to simply give it all up.