I would prefer not to talk about Arrival.
The truth is, Arrival herself is not quite as important in this case as Fa, Charade, Dwindle or Backup. Mostly, it is her death that holds importance, and I would prefer to look at the resulting actions of her peers as opposed to the death itself. However, as I have been looking at the other top 5 children of her generation, it only seems logical that I at least devote a small amount of my time to look at her.
She was a sensitive girl.
She was well-liked by her peers, and the other children of the top 5 even occasionally referred to her as a friend. Certainly, she thought of them as such. She did not spend very much of her time outside and preferred to read or think in her own room. She did not keep a diary, although she did write her thoughts down in her laptop on occasion. After her death, someone (I do not yet know who) deleted all of her files, and I have not been able to locate them as of now.
She killed herself 25 days after learning that she would become L's successor. It was B who found her body (as I mentioned before) but another child who reported it to Roger.
And that is all I know of Arrival, I regret to say.
I sometimes wish that I could have the chance to speak to one of the other top 5 children and learn more about her, for it seems that they knew her quite well--well enough, at least, to dedicate their lives to getting revenge for her death. Perhaps it would have been beneficial as well to have spoken to L, as he would know why he chose her as his successor--which means that he probably knew more about her than I do. There was something about that girl--and it is something that I cannot figure out--that L saw as a quality that none of the other children had.
It frustrates me to know that I may never find this out.
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"Is this the last one, Watari?"
L looked up from his piece of cake. It had been made collectively by the students prior to his arrival. That was nice of them. And they were smart children, no doubt about that.
But there was still something... missing. The last piece of a puzzle.
"Yes, Ryuuzaki. This is the last of the students."
"That's good."
He was getting tired, and although each student was clear in his mind it would make it more difficult if he had to speak with any more. He took a bite of the cake and stared at the case files on the desk. What would this one be able to do, he wondered?
The door creaked open and a small figure walked through. She was frail and thin as a stick--the slice of cake that L was consuming now was probably roughly about the same length as the width of her waist. Her eyes were deep-set and rimmed in black, much like his own, but hers were bright green with dark pupils. She huddled over, more out of fear than habit, and stared at him as she took a seat awkwardly across from him.
"Hello. I am L." He spoke with conviction and without hesitation, as he had with the other children.
"...I'm Arrival..." her voice was weak compared to his, and her gaze shifted to the cake in his hands. She observed his posture and his expression, and tried not to look at the case file on the table.
"Would you like some?" He gestured to the cake, but she backed away slightly as if it was something to be feared. "I... I'm not hungry."
They observed each other then, for a few minutes. Finally Arrival felt so awkward that she had to stare at the floor. L was probably thinking badly of her right now... perhaps he would put her as last in line... she had to say something. And she had wanted to say something.
"L. I have to ask you something." She looked back up at him. He cocked his head slightly to the side, as he had been in the middle of munching on a piece of cake.
"Yes?" he asked through the cake, managing to make it sound like there was nothing at all in her mouth.
"To you... what is justice?"
