***Disclaimer: because people always wish they could own Death Note :3
For the period of time that L was conversing and bringing the FBI to Japan to begin his part of the investigation, I began mine. I was in deep into all of the Kira fan websites, message boards, and whatever else teenagers had created to keep their boredom at bay. I understood that I was twenty-three myself, but usually the only time I ever utilized the internet was for leads in cases or when I was younger when I was taught to hack and trace people through their electronic signature. Fortunately enough I wasn't half bad at it and Watari made sure I became an expert where I could create a virus powerful enough to shut down someone's computer and wipe all of the information on there if ever they decided to probe too deep. So with this specific virus armed on the laptop I was using, I dove into the world of new Kira worshipers. I created several bogus identities and developed them enough to make sure no one looking would think anything of me, and if they decided to try and look any deeper they would be shut down automatically.
I started off with the more boastful of the Kira claimers, initiating them in conversation and trying to pull the truth out of them. Unfortunately in order to gain their trust I was forced to speak with them for periods of time, which took up a lot of mine. Fortunately I was good at multi-tasking, for once I began speaking with someone I immediately traced them back, found their name and other contact information and if they fit the profile L and I had created I would search further into their history; of course because the majority of Kira followers turned out to be students, college or otherwise, I was speaking with multiple Kira claimers at a time. Some of them decided to out themselves almost immediately, but others were adamant and I was speaking with them for days before finally finding they were fake.
I sat in the back corner of the room L and I had occupied, not moving except for my fingers flying over the keyboard. I had a bottle of pain killers beside me from my constant headaches, the neon glare of the screen bothering me more than anything else. I was constantly pushing my glasses back up the bridge of my nose and it was only when Watari placed something nearby did I eat. I slept on and off when there was a lull in the conversations between me and the multiple Kira claimers and always I found a blanket on me when I woke up. When I showered just to get the oil off my skin I stood in the shower with the hot water falling over my body, my eyes closed and my head tilted up into the stream.
I stopped for a period of time when there was an interesting turn reported from the Task Force. Apparently the inmates that were killed had done some strange things before they died. One drew a pentacle on the wall with his own blood, another wrote a suicide note, and it seemed like a flicker in the time that I was spending in front of the computer. My eyes floated over to where L was as he pondered over the information that was given to him, a few days later another note popped up, but I didn't turn around to acknowledge what was going on and L didn't bother me. It was only when the news came over that all of the FBI agents L had sent over from America were killed.
My head turned at the news, my fingers finally halting over the keyboard as I watched L in my hunched position over the laptop. Of course with their death, the truth was revealed to the Task Force and Chief Yagami confronted L over the matter. I had a feeling this would happen, but I felt as I knew L did, it was inevitable in order to find the leak of information. There was a loud discourse of upset through the Task Force, all claiming their distrust for L. I turned back to my laptop when a third note was presented to L from Watari and once again my fingers flew over the keyboard.
I coughed lightly into my closed fist, learning to control the urge to hack while in L's presence and partially listened when I heard the Task Force beginning to break up into those who wished to catch Kira even with the threat of death and those who I considered more selfish as they walked out. I heard the final number of people to now be a mere six and I snorted lightly from where I sat at the number. Pitiful, but hopefully just enough to catch Kira.
"C,"
I barely looked up from the call of my name, but tossed my head to one side in acknowledgment.
"I'm bringing the remaining Task Force members here to the hotel so their distrust of me is dispelled," My eyes finally slid over to where he was sitting gazing at me with a disappointed look.
"It seems inevitable," I choked out, my voice hoarse from lack of use.
"You must meet them too," L said almost pleading, as though a child asking not to be alone. I nodded in understanding and took off my glasses, rubbing my eyes with a tired sigh.
"I'll be there,"
It felt like I had just picked up shop and moved it into another room of our hotel suite, for I was back in a corner, not taking up any of the seating knowing there were going to be a lot more people than usual in our room, still continuing my typing. It was hell coming out of the dark room and back into the light, I was squinting and holding my head for a good ten minutes, popping another set of pain killers to ease the constant ache which I hoped would be relieved of soon. I was coming towards the end of the Kira claimers and none of them have been proven to be anything but useless. If I hadn't drawn the truth out of them of their fraud I simply asked them who they were going to kill next, or if they could kill someone for me. It was risky, sure, but it drew out all of the liars immediately when you ask them to kill and as of yet none of them had successfully killed anyone I had pointed out.
My head popped up when I heard the sound of the door knob being turned, my legs bent up on either side of my arms that stretched in front of me with my hands on the keyboard, my back bent low and my glasses slowly sliding down my nose. L greeted the men at the door with a simple introduction of:
"I am L,"
I blinked and shook my head, leaning my head to the side to get a look at the five men that now stood in the doorway, each them gazing at L with questionable looks. Finally one of them moved.
"I am Yagami of the NPA," The eldest of the group and who I recognized from the computer screen to be the previously angry Chief who had called L out on his distrust of the Task Force.
"Matsuda,"
"I'm Aizawa,"
"Mogi,"
"Yukita,"
They all named themselves off from the initiation of their leader and I shook my head, leaning back to my computer, once again partially listening to their conversation as Yagami went on about their lateness. I heard a low 'bang' come from L which was received from the group of investigators quite unhappily.
"If I were Kira you would be dead Soichiro Yagami, Chief of the NPA," I snorted softly from my corner from L's comment, beginning my typing once more. "Kira needs a face and a name in order to commit murder, but I'm sure you already figured that much out, haven't you? Please do not give out your name so carelessly, instead let's value our lives."
I slid my glasses back up my nose as the men were instructed to turn off their cell phones and leave them on a table, some of them still claiming L's distrust. I grumbled under my breath, knowing that just the fact that L had brought them here in the first place was a sign of his trust. They walked into the room and one of them gasped.
"Who... who's that?" I looked up from my position on the floor, seeing the younger looking of the group looking startled as he gaped at me.
"Hm?" L looked over and our eyes met. "Ah, I see you have seen my partner..."
"Ningyou," I interrupted keeping my eyes trained on L as he took in the name I had chosen.
"She has been helping me and is currently searching a lead on the internet," L said recovering quite quickly. I sighed and after typing in the last few things into the laptop, stretched out my legs in front of me, feeling like they were miles long from my crouched posture. I stood and removed my glasses, pinching the bridge of my nose.
"Actually finishing a non-existent lead," I ran a hand through my hair and slid into a hip, trying to keep my weight off my one sleeping leg. "I just went through all of the websites, chat sites, blogs, and message boards of Kira worshipers, aiming and bringing out all of those who claimed to be Kira."
"How many of them were there?" One of the investigators asked in slight awe.
"Approximately sixteen-hundred," I muttered unhappily. "About three hundred didn't fit our description of Kira being a student and were disregarded, while the other thirteen-hundred fit our description but confessed to being fake or were unable to relay accurate information to the Kira murders that wasn't already broadcasted in the media."
"Wow, you did all that searching on your own?" The initial man who noticed me asked with a gaping mouth, I believe his name was Matsuda.
"Of course," I stated simply. "L was busy dealing with the NPA and the FBI, besides I came up with the idea so I saw it through."
"Ningyou has always seen everything to the end," L said almost gently, his dark eyes trained on me. I gazed back at him and a small smile began growing on my face, putting a hand up to my lips to try and hide it.
"I'm going to take a shower while you catch the boys up," I said as I rubbed my aching shoulder, wanting to kick the laptop I had left on the floor. I crossed the room and smiled as sweetly as possible to the tiny group of men before heading into my room and closing the door behind me without another word.
***Author's note: A lot of following the plot here... inevitable but i tried to keep from repeating what you guys already know. Im happy to report the lack thereof in the next chapter, promise ;D
