I Bite My Thumb At Thee

I would like to repeat the standard disclaimer found in every chapter, that Naruto is the creative output of Kishimoto Masashi and Death Note of Ohba Tsugumi. Also, any random characters I put in here are purely fictional and were not created to relate to any dead or living people... yeah. Oh, and the poem below definitely does not belong to me. It is called 'It's Death Again' by Mark R Slaughter. Cool name.

I would've like to write a longer chapter, but my life is currently quite busy with school and the rest of my pitiful life. I'm moving this week! Again. Excited still. Moving across the road... I'm a cool girl.

Chapter 7 - Rest in Pieces


It's Death again – He's always there –
Watching, waiting – e'er the stare!
Every time I look behind
Or reach to pull the window blind,
I catch a glimpse of grubby hood –
A little clue to where he stood;
The glint of light that caught the scythe.
Perhaps if I could pay a tithe…
But O! no use, he'll never go.
The adamant phantom; don't you know
He will but wait until it's time
For me to hear His fateful chime? –
The toll that claims my destiny,
To Hail: 'You're next, it has to be…'

Mark R Slaughter (It's Death Again)


Now they had not one, but TWO Kiras to catch and bring to justice.

If they joined forces – it would be chaotic.

And all Nara Shikamaru wanted to do, was to have a normal life that did not involve risking his life.

Why the hell did he choose to be mixed up in all this shit?

God damn it. His head was starting to hurt.

"Tch, too troublesome."


"Whatcha looking at Shika?"

"Nothing." said Shikamaru, as he quickly slipped the sheet of paper underneath his rarely touched textbooks.

Since when was he bothered to hide things from his friends?

Oh yeah, since he voluntarily got involved in all this crap.

"Are you… are you looking at girl magazines? I mean, there's nothing wrong about that. I would love to have a gay best friend! But, I never thought of you as the type you know… but still, as your friend I would accept you no matter what!"

"What the hell are you rambling on about, Ino?"

"Huh? Weren't you looking at Eighteen?"

"Eighteen?"

"Yeah, you know, THE magazine?"

"I was looking at a magazine?"

"At least, that's what the fonts looked like."

"Woman, are you that obsessed with the magazine to recognise the fonts, and don't all the fonts basically look the same?"

"Oh my god. You did not just. Since I don't have anything to do right now, I will teach you."

"You can teach? To teach something, you need to know it, Ino."

"Shut up, I'll ignore that. Like I said before, Eighteen is THE magazine. It's the most popular, it's the bestselling, it's got the best coverage, it's got the best fashion, make-up, everything. Follow me?"

"Maybe?"

"Eighteen has their own fonts for everything. They aren't the same as any other magazine."

"So, that piece of paper I was looking at… it looked like the words from Eighteen?"

"I could confirm if you let me get a good look at it."

Should he?

After all, it didn't contain any direct connection with Kira.

"Here."

"'22nd. I met with a friend in Aoyama and exchanged notes.' What is this? It's like a really weird anonymous death threat."

"Of course that's what is, Ino. I dunno what it is. It was just in my bag."

"Well, it's from a girl who reads Eighteen, and thought to tear that goddess of a magazine into little squares to make a sentence that is barely comprehendible. Don't know if that'll help with anything."

"Tch, too troublesome."

"So, is this what you were doing by yourself at lunch, and not hanging out with your friends?"

"Basically."

"Come on, let's go outside and get some sunshine."

"You know what? I'm not feeling too well. Maybe I'll drop by the sickbay."

"You were looking a bit pale. You okay? I'll go with you."

"It's okay, Ino. Go back to the guys, I'll just walk over myself."

"If you say so."

"Yeh."

He watched Ino walk out, who looked back at him to make sure her friend wasn't too sick.

Ino was amazingly smart.

Just not in the most conventional ways.

But still… who would've known that the note, a photocopy of the original diary, was comprised of the words from a major fashion magazine, narrowing down the sender to a female between her teens and young adulthood.

This all fit in with L's speculations; that the criminals fake Kira killed were reported majorly in female magazines and day news broadcasts.

Looks like he'll have to pay L a visit.

Casually walking out of the school, Shikamaru waited till he turned a corner to call Watari.

"Watari, it's Shikamaru. I need to talk to Ryuuzaki. Yeah. I'm at that corner you dropped me off last. Sure, I'll wait."

Five, perhaps ten minutes had passed, when the very conspicuous vehicle came to a halt barely half a metre away from him.

Jigging school in style.

He slid into the comfortable leather seats, not waiting for the kind old man to open the door for him – he really wasn't used to such treatment.

"Shikamaru-kun, what is it that was so important that you had to call upon me?"

"You know that diary, the one from fake Kira?"

"Yes, after all, I made that photocopy for you."

"Well, it turns out that the characters that were used to create those sentences were from a highly popular teen fashion magazine called 'Eighteen'."

"Interesting. Along with the assumption that fake Kira has relations to Sakura TV… that really narrows down the culprits. In fact… I only recall around about three matches to those filters."

"So, the chances are that fake Kira is amongst those three?"

"Hopefully. But the chance of that is less than 18%."

"But that's assuming that fake Kira is as smart as Kira himself."

"You are right. Which she obviously isn't. So perhaps about 31%."

"Moving on, Ryuuzaki, what are you going to do about the diary? I'm sure it contains some concealed message with its recurring mention of 'Shinigami'."

"It seems that Shinigamis are real, or at least in accordance to the two Kiras."

"Perhaps their power to kill was granted by Shinigamis."

"Or they are Shinigamis themselves. To solve this impossible mystery, we will have to be impossible with our theories. After all, it is obviously not possible to kill someone with just their face and name, and even more, just a face."

"If the fake Kira is trying to get in touch with Kira, should we just let her meet Yagami Light, or should we prevent them from meeting? If the two Kiras meet, the stakes will rise and everything will become more troublesome, but by letting them meet, we may gain further proof in regards to Yagami Light being Kira."

"I believe that we should prevent them from meeting, at least for now."


He was bored.

Everyday was always the same – pretending to care through his classes, punishing the criminals that were broadcasted on the day, setting some of their deaths to the coming days, flying through any school work with extreme ease, pretending to study to please his parents… it was incredibly boring and repetitive for a mind as great as his.

The police weren't doing anything.

Although he was sure that they were up to SOMETHING.

They had to be, for they hadn't declared him a valued ally.

Otherwise, shame to their supposed dedication to their work.

Not that what he was doing should be any part of their work – after all, he was aiding them in their enforcing of justice – they should be worshipping him, singing prayers to his sense of justice and the goodness of the new world he had created.

Through time, the world will begin to realise the changes he brought about, come to embrace them, and give him the recognition he so dearly deserved for everything he had done just for their sake whilst endangering his own very self.

But right now, that was not the situation.

There was L, that annoyingly brilliant individual who had sparked a course of adrenaline rushing through his body, stimulated by the ingenuity of the detective's mind, almost equal to his own – almost.

He seemed to be the greatest of his current enemies, but Kira believed that all will be good between them with time, either that, or L would disappear.

With that shoddy imposter turning up out of nowhere, more powerful than he with the Shinigami eyes, the police were preoccupied with him.

The fake projected himself to be absolutely inferior in both skill and belief, only relying on his Shinigami eyes.

Hopefully, he didn't and wouldn't blurt out any unnecessary information to the police and the general public…

Kira hated the fact that perhaps his survival and life was dependent on this fake.

He would have to meet with the newcomer somehow and somewhere to discuss the possibility of an alignment.

After all, he had declared himself to be an avid supporter of Kira.

But Kira knew that the imposter had the Shinigami eyes; if Kira rubbed him the wrong way, it was very possible that using his Shinigami eyes, the fake would kill him.

And so, he would have to devise a safe method for them to meet.

But before that happens, he will have to investigate where the police are at now.

If only he could only join the investigation itself… it seemed that weaselling information from Ryuuga wasn't enough.

He was getting too lax about this.

He had minutely let down his guard for a while just because the police weren't making any move against him.

"Light, your father's home!"

"Yes, mother! Welcome home, father. How was work?"

"Tiring." sighed out he, constricted by the privacy that surrounded the case.

"Don't overexert yourself. Your health isn't at its peak right now."

"I know, son. Don't worry about me."

After dinner had ended, Kira gave his thanks for the meal, and trudged back upstairs to his room, excusing himself for the load of study that needed to be finished.

"Do you have any apples?"

Ignoring the addicted Shinigami, he logged back onto the computer, ready to hack the police files once again.

Kira was getting sick of not being informed about the progress of the investigation – sure, the investigation was about him, but he was used to knowing everything that was occurring.

Should he take a bit of action to find out what was happening?

He had a plan in mind – safe and failsafe as long as his victims knew of the investigation.

And so, he viewed into the police profiles, trying to pick out a couple of policemen who were most likely involved with the Kira investigation.

It was shocking how the profiles were still there in the database – after all, didn't L realise that Kira had access to police files? Did they truly not care about the lives of their men?

Regardless, the first file was on the superintendent – he would be too conspicuous.

His father – didn't really want to use his own father, and besides, it may draw attention to himself, although doubtful.

Kanada Shouji – he was a brilliant criminal investigator and likely to be involved in the case.

Touta Matsuda – from his memory, Touta Matsuda followed his father like a loyal spaniel, and although seeming to lack intelligence, probably was aware of everything that is going on.

Ide Hideki – Kira overheard the conversation with his father a couple of months ago, indicating his involvement in the case.

Making sure the door to his room was securely locked, Kira flipped open his note of death.

"Eh? Killing someone? You don't even have the news on."

"I know, but there is something important I must attend to. Problem is, should I do it now or wait a while?"

"Your call, Light. But as long as it's amusing, I don't care."

Should he, or should he not?


Haruda Koko.

Amane Misa.

Kita Ume.

They were the three under suspicion of being the second Kira.

All three were girls aged between 15 and 21, extremely beautiful by any countries' standard.

All three had also accessed Sakura TV up to three days prior to the first sudden broadcasting of the video tape.

Within a week of the first broadcast, the three girls had been under suspicion, majorly thanks to the young genius, and were currently being tailed by each of the investigation force members.

While it was inefficient that his team members had to degrade themselves to such a menial task, it was highly important that the actions of the girls were constantly recorded.

But still, there was no substantial progress.

L was still attending university, tending to his pretentious blossoming relationship with Kira.

He communicated with Shikamaru often, but the boy was occupied, or as occupied as someone like him could be with school and life.

Yagami-san stayed with him in the hotel, re-watching and re-assessing all pieces of evidence that had been gathered.

And the rest of the task force were busy with tailing the three girls, not that they had any complaints with their allocated roles.

So far, all three suspects seemed to be pretty normal – by the celebrity life style that was.

But still, there was no weirdness about them that was present when he was observing Kira.

Perhaps it was due to the fact that they could only observe the suspects when they were not at home.

A hassle.

In a small, round nutshell, they had discovered nothing and deduced nothing.

In three days' time, it was the 22nd, the first date mentioned in the diary sent by the fake Kira.

Whilst they had deemed it pretty unimportant, they would see if any of the suspects would go to Aoyama, and if anyone else suspicious and befitting the description would turn up there.

The more important date was the 30th, which stated that someone had seen a 'Shinigami' at the Tokyo Dome.

There was to be a major game there, and although they couldn't cancel the sporting event for they would have to show the diary to the public, something they wanted to steer away from as Kira may understand a hidden message that they were unable to, L had decided to hijack the security room; cameras had been installed everywhere in the Dome, and being in the security room would enable a person to see all that is going on, on field and among the spectators.

He was snapped out of his thoughts by the uncharacteristically noisy appearance of his beloved handler.

"Ryuuzaki! Something terrible has happened."

"Watari, what has happened. Where is Yagami-san?"

"Yagami-san has currently gone out of a break, but he is safe. But, Matsuda-san…"

"What happened to Matsuda?" a feeling of dread filled his stomach; he may have not been attached to the man, but he was still a part of his investigation squad.

"Matsuda-san… Matsuda-san had jumped in front of an incoming train."

"A train? Is he alive?"

"He did not survive. They suspect that he died the instant the high speed train came in contact with him, shattering his ribs which in turn crushed his heart. His limbs were also torn away from the core of his body from the sheer force and speed of the train that he collided with."

"So he is dead. Why is he dead?"

"The police believe that it was a suicide attempt, and there was a note which was left at his residential place."

"Ryuuzaki, Watari, what did you just say happened to Matsuda?"

"Yagami-san, you're back."


Dun-dun-dun! No, not really.

I really did want to write more... maybe I'll make Chapter 8 a bit long? If I can, that is.

Till next time,

xoxo paperdress