CHAPTER 7

PURR

KIRA'S POV

"Hello?!" I called out when I stepped into the Yagami's house. "Anyone home?!" This was odd. Someone was always home, and it was usually Sachiko, so why wasn't anyone here now?

"Yeah, I'm home, Kira!" came the very last voice I wanted to hear from up the stairs. Light's.

Great, so now I was left alone in a house with a killer, Light Yagami. My life was just perfect! And I was being sarcastic just now, just so you know. But why was he the only one here? The only time I could think of when that happened was when . . .

Shit. If I am right, then that is not good for me. If I was right, L had already installed the cameras and was watching me. But how can I be sure, it wasn't like they had shown every little thing that happened in the house.

Question answer, for I had a plan! I would do something so that Light had no choice but to come out of his room and I would take that opportunity to check it out, and if he had magazines then there were (without a doubt) cameras around.

"Hey, Light, mum doesn't seem to be home, so I'm just gonna cook up some fish then I'll be on my way, okay?!"

"Okay!" he replied. "Are you sure you know what to do?! You don't need any help?!"

"Nah thanks, Light, I'll be fine!" I ducked my head, hiding my face from any prying eyes. I turned on the stove and took out the fish from the fridge, ready to succeed my pull proof plan. The odds on it failing were like . . . 10%? 20% . . . maybe 30 . . . or 35? I don't know, I'm no L, I don't know my percentages. Oh well, the point was that the odds were in my favour, and that was good. "Hey, Light! Do ya want some?!"

"No, thanks, I already ate!" Fine by me, it's not like you'd be able to eat it anyways. I scoffed at my own joke. This would be interesting.


WITH L AND YAGAMI

"Mr. Yagami, who is that?" the raven headed man asked, pointing at the boy in his mid teens. According to the Yagamis' file they only had one son, and that was the 17 year old boy with brown hair, not this black headed kid in a hat.

"Oh, that's our other son. We're not related by blood, but he is family nonetheless," the older man answered, seeming rather proud of this fact. It was hard to tell, he had been very sad ever since it was announced that L was suspecting his own family on being the world's most well known killer, Kira.

"Hmm, could you please tell me a bit more about him?" the young detective murmured, nibbling on his thumbnail. He did not like being clueless, so he had to obtain as much information as Mr. Yagami had about this boy, so if he were still longing for more he could use the information to investigate the boy later.

Mr. Yagami grunted softly and began talking. "What do you want to know?"

"How old is he, now often you see him, how long you have known him, how you came to meat and his name."

"He is 14 years old, my family and I meat his a few week before the killings began, he comes around one to five days a week and . . ." L, being the brilliant detective he was, noticed Mr. Yagami's long pause, but after only a small sign of encouragement, he continued. "My wife came home and found him stealing some food, so she kept him in the house and called me, so I could come home and question him."

So he was a thief? Hearing this L began to wonder how Mr. Yagami could except someone like that as his son in the first place, no matter the size of his heart. "And what exactly was his reply to your questions?"

"He said the only reason he was there was because he wanted food, and that his abusive parents died in a house fire a year and a bit ago. But he really is a good boy, he was just hungry. He even told us that he was planning to eat out of the garbage before he realised it had been garbage day." With this stated L could start to understand the boys reasons, but regardless, he could not overlook what he had done as Mr. Yagami had. L was only interested it justice.

"And his name?" Mr. Yagami's hesitance and reluctance to answer did not go unnoticed by L, of course, so L was left only to assume this boy's name was either very strange or insulting. L decided to go with the later, for he had heard the most bazaar names the world could hold, some of them he had even adopted as an alias, so nothing could really surprise him anymore. That was, until Mr. Yagami answered.

"He's name is . . . Kira." Yes, L had not been expecting this answer at all. L, at first, thought that this boy had called himself that after the real Kira, but the thought vanished as quickly as it came when he realised he couldn't have with the fact that Mr. Yagami had meat him before the killing started, so that left L with only three conclusions.

There is a 20% chance his parents named him that, 70% that he is just a dark boy, wanting a dark name, and 10% that he is the real Kira. "Did he ever mention why his parents beat him?"

"Yes, he said that they thought he was a demon child because of his eye colour." Okay, so a 50% chance that his parents named him that, after the English term 'Killer'.

L wanted to see the boy's eyes, but was unable to because he had his head bucked under his hood, and the screen was black and white. "What colour are his eyes, Mr. Yagami?"

"Red." Red? L wondered. But . . . Backup had red eyes. L looked closer, examining the boy closer. Now that I think about, he does look quite a bit like him. Could they be related in some way? No, Mr. Yagami said his parents died in a house fire, Backup's mother died in a train accident and his father was beat to death. Unless this boy was lying.

"And what food was he stealing exactly?"

"Jam, why?"

"Strawberry jam?"

"Yes." There is a 60% chance he is related to Backup somehow. If so, he must be a distant cousin or nephew perhaps. But having red eyes and liking strawberry jam alone will not determine the possibility of him being the real Kira.

L flipped his phone open and hit Naomi's number. "Misora," she answered.

"L," he replied. "Misora, there is someone I need you to follow."

"Are they a Kira suspect?"

"Yes. He is a 14 year old boy that is known as Kira. He is currently at the Yagami's house; I need you to get there right away, but do not let your presents be known."

". . . He's 14?" L was not surprised by her reaction; he knew her weakness had always been children.

"Yes, but, I believe he could have some relation to Beyond Birthday."

"W-what makes you think that?!"

"Observe him for a while and I have no doubt to will see the resemblance."

He heard her suck in a deep breath and spoke. "Alright, I'm on my way there right now."

"Thank you." When he shut the phone he looked over at Mr. Yagami's angry and shocked face.

"You suspect both my sons? You suspect Kira?!"

"I do suspect him," L replied simply. When L turned his attention back to the screen his eyes widened at the sight of the fish the boy, Kira had been cooking, had court on fire!

"LIGHT!" Kira cried out. "LIGHT, FIRE, FIRE!" Light Yagami dropped the swimsuit magazines and ran down the stairs, hurried to get to his little brother.

"What is it, Kira?!"

"FIRE!" When Light had spotted the fire he wasted no time to grab the fire extinguisher they had hidden away in the cobbed under the sink. Kira, on the other hand, did not stay to watch the fire be put out as most would have. Instead he ran up the stairs and into Light's room where he grabbed the magazines on the floor and bed, stuffed them inside his jacket, and ran back down.

What was the point of that? Had he started the fire on purpose just to grab the magazines?

"Light," Kira sobbed. "I'm so sorry! I thought I knew how to cook! I didn't mean to—"

"Hey, it's okay, Kira, nothing serious happened. The only thing that burnt was the fish—"

"I have to go," Kira interrupted, backing away to the door. "I shouldn't be here." Before Light could say anything Kira was out the door, but when it was closed he did not run off sobbing, instead he leant against it and pulled out the magazines. "Light, you naughty boy," he chucked, wiping away what L now realised were fake tears. "Well, these are mine now; you really do make it too easy. But I still love ya." He laughed out loud this time, as though someone had told him a joke and walking away from the door.


KIRA'S POV

Light had been reading the magazines, so there really must be cameras in the house, so that means L and Mr. Yagami had seem my little performance back there. Who knows how much trust Mr. Yagami has lost for me?

Oh well, now to dump these things.

I stated off to a place I knew would be water. A large lake that could easily be connected to an ocean or something. Funny to think how much I used to adore the ocean, but now I get sick whenever I touch it.


"Goodbye, swimsuit magazines," I sighed as I held them over the balcony, directly above the calm water. "I am sure any other guy would have bought you from the nearest porno shop, but your time is limited, as all of ours are. And I am sorry yours was cut short by my hand." This was so dramatic, just like I wanted it to be, it was funnier that way. So to add to the affect I slowly closed my eyes and hummed a sad song I heard once, but forgot its name, then let the magazines slip from my fingers.

I sighed, realising how tiered I was. I opened my eyes and was meat by a beautiful site. The sunset. A blast of bright, vibrant colours of white, yellow, orange, red, that then faded off to the purple-y blue sky. I almost wished I had a camera or something to take a picture.

"Hello, Kira." I snapped my head to the person greeting me and saw it was one of the girls at Sayu's school.

"Oh, hello."

"Why you out here?" She was starting to scare me a little. Her voice was robotic and calm, and her face was expressionless. This would have been fine, but the last time I saw her she was all cheerful and loud. Why the sudden change?

"Just . . . watching the sunset. Would you like to join me?" She looked down. What is with her right now?

"Umm . . . actually that's exactly why I'm here." Huh? What was she talking about? She stepped closer. "I wanted to talk to you, Kira." She looked so serious and embarrassed. Was she okay? She wasn't gonna die anytime soon, I could say that much from the numbers above her head, so what was her problem.

"Well, I'm here." I walked right up to her and lent my hip against the safety gate. "So what's up?"

"K-Kira, I'm . . . I'm dying." What?! I looked back up above her head, double checking her lifespan. 98465326. She had decades left! I wasn't sure exactly how many, but still! Why was she lying about something so serious?! Or did she really think she was dying? Maybe failed tests from the doctors or something.

"What of?" I asked softly.

"Umm . . . I forgot." Yep, she was lying. I was about to catch her out on her lie, but she spoke first. "You know . . ." She stepped closer so she was right up against my chest. ". . . I've never . . . kissed a boy before."

. . . Oh . . . ?

Oh.

. . . Oh!

I knew where she was going with this. "So . . . I was wondering . . . if—" I silenced her by pressing my fingers against her mouth. Did she really want me to kiss her? Well, that answer was obvious; the real question was whether or not I wanted to. I shouldn't, because she was lying about something like dying just to get me to kiss her, but maybe I should because . . . she's lying about something important to get my to kiss her! No one would go that far just to get me to kiss them!

Besides, kissing a girl is a part of my bucket list, so . . . why the hell not?!

I smiled down at her and shook my head.

"I understand. You don't need to talk," I whispered, sliding my fingers from her lips and lent forward. She gulped and lent forward too, and our lips met half way.

Now, before I continue I just want to clarify the fact that I am not homosexual, I just pity this girl. That's all!

Anyway, when our lips touched she let her eyes close and lent a little closer. Well, I'm glad she's liking it at least, cause I have no idea what I feel. It's probably different for her because she's not aware that she's kissing someone she shouldn't be attracted to. Oh, well, her loss . . . or gain. I don't really know.

I was getting ready to pull back, but then she slowly rapped her arm around my shoulder to she could touch my hair. Oh, God! That felt way better than the kiss itself.

This may sound weir, but I liked it when she rubbed my head! It felt so nice, like the relief you feel after you scratching something that itches, only better.

I let my eyes close and silently encouraged her to keep rubbing my hat covered head and neck. I liked this feeling, a lot; I liked it so much I even managed to moan.

Well, I wouldn't go that far, moaning was more breathy, this sound was created by vibrating my throat and chest. I was . . . purring?

Oh God, I fucking purred! Well, that was off putting, so I wasn't really in the mood anymore. I mentally sighed and leaned back, breaking the kiss. "W-what is it?" she asked sadly. "Am I no good?"

"No, no, that's not it at all."

"Then what is it?" I smiled and shook my head before turning back to the sunset. When I knew her own gaze was focussed on it too, I took that as my chance to leave in the same way all the awesome people on movies did. Without a trace.


WITH NAOMI MISORA

"Misora," came the quaver voice from her phone. "What has he done since he left the house?"

"He went to a balcony above deep waters, using only a skate board as transport and threw the magazines into the water, then kissed a girl in front of the sunset."

"I see so nothing particularly unusual then?" Naomi hesitated, unsure whether this little peace if information was relevant to the term unusual, but felt no reason not to take a stab at it so she spoke again.

"Well, there was something."

"Yes?"

"While they were kissing he . . . umm, he purred." It was silent on the other end. "It was hard to tell, but I am sure it was not a moan, it sounded too feline-like."

"I see. But this fact alone will not be enough to confirm the real Kira, so please continue following him and let me know if anything happens. I will contact you in another two hours if not."

With that let out he hung up as did Naomi. She sighed sadly as she watched Kira's every move, or should she say Christ? Naomi had never felt so used, so betrayed, and by a child no less! How could she let herself trust someone like this again! Though she never really did trust B in the first place, but regardless, how could she fall for the same devious trick twice in just over a year?!

Well, I suppose this situation is different from the last, she tried to convince herself. Christ and B may have used the same trick, but they both approached it differently. B had played the creepy weirdo that couldn't be trusted, while Christ was the incessant child that just wanted to get rid of a dangerous person.

She frowned and watched as Christ observed and admired the sunglasses in the shops he past.

L was right, she decided. He really is like B. He looks like a younger version of him. God, why hadn't I seen this before?! I'd noticed the resemblance in their speech patterns the first time we meat, but seriously, how had I missed everything else?! His codename was Agent Strawberry Jam for God's sake!

Naomi shook her head angrily at her mistake. She would make no more of those, she would not fail this task she had set out to do, and that was to avenge her loves death. She would catch Kira, even if it meant catching a 14 year old child.

It sounded pretty convincing to her, but in the back of her mind she knew it would be easier said than done.


Hello. I hope this chapter was exciting! I really liked writing this one, and it wasn't just because my character kissed a girl. Haha.

But just so you know I finished the trailer and if you wanted to see it it's called 'Mad World (Death Note FanFiction Trailer)'. I hope you can check it out, and thank my sister for the acting if you do see it!