Fhira: Okay, my second chapter.... Not much else to say, really.... Sorry for the wait; we got distracted with school, way too many essays and an art contest. Should be done with that now... and Ami should be able to yell at us to remember soon too. Anyway, to the story; enjoy.

My first decision upon waking up was that insomnia was a curse.

My second was that Ami had an inferiority complex.

My third was that I really ought to just go get a degree in therapy.

Nonetheless, I got up and dressed. I'd showered the night before, so it only took me about half an hour to get ready, even being lazy about it, and I was downstairs in the kitchen by six. Unsurprisingly, I wasn't alone.

"Mello, get out of the chocolate."

He turned around and scowled, no more surprised a being found than I was at finding him. "Why? It's mine."

"One, you haven't had breakfast yet. Two, it's not yours."

"Well no one else eats it!"

"Well you never let them have a chance, do you?" I asked. I didn't give Mello much time to answer, but he wouldn't have anyway. I'd tried before. "Shoo. Out. And if I find you in here again before noon, I'm adding to the meditation lessons." Mello left with--for him--minimal complaints and swearing. And no need for me to physically drag him out, which was a vast improvement from over a year ago when I'd first arrived. I wandered around the kitchen for a few more minutes, mostly to let Mello leave.

I went back upstairs, going into my room without encountering anyone else. I was fairly sure Mello would be back in the chocolate in half an hour, but he'd at least be discreet. I'd only call him on it if he didn't hide it well enough. So instead of going back down to chase Mello I pulled out my cell phone.

It rang several times before I got an answer. "Ello!"

"Have you figured out where you're going yet?"

"To the land of the crazies with tea!"

"Uh-huh. Hello cat."

"Meow!"

"Meow. Where are you?"

"Japan!"

"I certainly hope so. Where in Japan?"

"Oh... um... how do you say it?"

I sighed. My twin was entertaining, but it could be hard to get a straight answer that made sense. "Nevermind, I know. It's really me. So, what have you got?"

"Well, everything on L's broadcast was right; it all works . I'm looking for all the elite high schools. I'm so bored, I might just go back to school."

"Why only elite schools?"

"Well, he's supposed to be really smart... but so were we... and he could just have someone directing him.... Okay, I'll look."

"No one's directing him. If he was naive enough to let that happen, he'd also be trying to show off, forewarning the media or something. I'm pretty sure he's doing this on his own."

"Why all the schools, then?"

"He's smart, we know that. But that doesn't mean he has good grades. He believes in a really ruthless justice, so he's probably had some exposure to criminals. Could be family, movies or just growing up with it. The last is less likely, but still possible."

"So what, I go to every school and look for smart people who hate Kira?"

I sighed. There were too many options. "Maybe, as a last resort. Call Meg, see what she's found."

"Okays! Byeses!"

I laughed. Talking to Embly always made anyone feel better. She was like Prozac made human or something. Assuming Prozac works. "Meow."

"Myow!"

I sat for a few minutes thinking before dialing again. "Ryan?"

"That'd be me."

"I'd be surprised if it wasn't. How much time do you have?"

"Mm... not much."

"Videogames and scifi aside."

"Anime? Manga?"

"Also aside."

Ryan sighed. "I'm not doing much. Why?"

"Feel like hacking?"

"Sure." Ryan sounded more interested.

"How long would it take you to hack every high school in Japan, find out if they keep track of their students' IQ, and the students' IQs over... let's try over 125."

Ryan was silent for a moment. "You don't want much, do you?"

"If you'd rather send me every student with their IQ, you can do that."

I could practically hear Ryan rolling his eyes. "No, thank you."

"Okay then. Can you do it?"

"Sure. Who knows, maybe it'll be a challenge."

"A school?"

"Finding the stuff more than getting in. What if they don't have IQs?"

"Either a list of each school and all of its students, or look for them somewhere else. Either way I want the name of anyone over 125 and anyone you can't find. And the school's location."

I guessed that Ryan was nodding, and could hear him sigh. "When do you want it?"

"Whenever you can get it done."

"All right." Ryan sighed again, but more thoughtfully than resigned. "Give me... at least two hours, no more than tomorrow."

"Okay." I was pleased--I'd expected Ryan to take tomorrow as the minimum time. He really must be bored.

"What's everyone else doing?"

"Em's still touring. Once we decide on a school, hopefully who as well, she'll join. She's calling Meg to look up the schools themselves. The rest, you know as well as I do."

"So I can't pass anything off to her?"

"No."

"Damn. Okay, then, that all?"

"Yeah."

"Bye."

"Mm-hm."

I hung up and went to look for Ami.