Canada

Akira decided that he enjoyed figure skating. Gliding across the smooth surface of ice on a pair of snug skates. It was easy to ignore the bloody body that lay sprawled within the center of the ice rink. The blood had managed to run across the ice, freezing in various spots so it formed a frozen, morbid piece of art. It also helped to get his mind off of the text he'd sent L under the guise of his assassin side. He picked up speed and launched himself into the air performing a pirouette, before hitting the ground and sliding away to a stop against the side of the rink. It was beyond time for him to go.

With practiced ease, Akira obliterated any evidence of his presence and left the building, blonde waist length hair blowing across his face as his stalked down the street in high heels, a miniskirt and loose top and jacket. Unless someone got close he easily passed as a female, and as nobody was out this late, he didn't have to worry too much about his disguise being blown.

He was within sight of the hotel his Master and he were staying at when he made the call, quickly informing his Master of the success and the subsequent ending of the call with a promise of a reward. After two weeks tied to Mikami and eventually Misa, Akira was eager to be in his Master's company. He made it to the hotel and their room without hassle, not a single person recognizing him for what he was.

Within moments of entering the hotel room Akira found himself naked and spread across the bed and arching into his Master's hands. "I missed you, allowing Kira to share you has been a pain." Kisses were pressed down his throat even as his Master worked fingers into him causing him to moan at the sensation of being stretched.

"I missed you too, daddy." He gasped, arching as his Master pushed into him on a single thrust. He met his Master's mouth and used his tongue to mimic what was happening even as his Master reciprocated, thrusting his tongue into Akira's mouth even as he thrust his member back in brushing Akira's prostate with every movement. It was over as quickly as it started, Akira groaning against his Master's neck as he came against their stomachs and he felt his Master follow within, pulling out with a trail of cum.

"We're going back to Japan. Get cleaned up, we're leaving within the hour." His Master pulled away leaving Akira panting on the bed as sweat and cum cooled on his skin and blonde hair stuck to various places. He sat up at the sound of the shower starting and silently made his way over to the clothing his Master had set aside for him to wear, uncaring of the bodily fluids that run down his leg with his movements.

He was quick to enter the bathroom the moment his Master stepped out, flying through the washing, drying and dressing process as his Master hated to wait. Upon exiting the bathroom he found his Master sitting at the hotel table with tattooing equipment laid out upon the surface. He had left his shirt off for this very reason.

He didn't need to be instructed, resting his torso against the table so his back was presented to his Master. The electronic buzzing signaled the start of the session and he braced himself for the familiar sting as the needles pierced his flesh, permanently marking it for the world to see. It wasn't a big job, finished within minutes, his Master carefully cleaning the sight and wrapping it in glad wrap as he took care of the equipment and stood.

Akira fixed his shirt into place, the burn from the new tattoo adding to the dull pain of stretched muscles even as he quickly platted the long blonde hair out of the way, the heels he was wearing only added to the mild discomfort. The pair left the hotel just as silently and innocuous as they'd entered.

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Japan

Nightmare had struck in Canada. L had the text he'd been sent displayed even as he read through the file he'd been given. At that very moment he had eyes and ears on Misa Amane and Teru Mikami as they went about their business. So far there'd been no incriminating evidence upon them, but L knew that Nightmare hadn't lied when the text was sent.

Whilst the taskforce hadn't placed bugs and cameras within the two suspects homes, they had managed to tap their phone lines and watch through city cameras, so when Mikami's phone rung, the team sat up to listen in on the call.

"Hello?" Mikami asked, having picked up the phone.

"Hey, what're your plans for tomorrow? It's been a while and I miss you." L immediately picked out the caller as Akira and he couldn't help the flare of jealousy that rose within him. Akira hadn't been in contact with him for a while.

"I don't know baby, how about dinner?"

"As long as there's dessert and a decent bottle of wine, I'm in." Akira paused for a moment, the silence stretching out long enough for L to check if the teenager was still on the phone.

"Akira?" Mikami's voice broke the silence and Akira hastened to respond.

"Sorry, my father's calling for me. I gotta go, but I can't wait to see you tomorrow."

"Neither can I. I'll text you the details, and maybe we'll drop by and see Misa at some point."

"Can't wait." Akira hung up before Mikami could say anything, the dial tone filling the room before it was cut off.

'What have you been up to Akira?' L thought to himself as he pulled up the file on the teen. There was nothing out of order in it, no criminal background, no signs of Akira being anything but a university student studying law. But L felt as though there was something he was missing.

"If we follow Mikami and Akira tomorrow, we may gain enough evidence to arrest them and question the identity of Kira." L's and everyone else's eyes went to Matsuda who blushed and continued despite the attention. "Akira's a minor, if he's drinking alcohol we can get him and Mikami for providing it. And even if he doesn't drink, Mikami's 26 and Akira is somewhere between 16 and 18, so if they've been having sexual encounters, we can get Mikami on that as well right?"

"What about Misa?" Aizawa asked, though not unkindly as he and everyone else silently reached the same conclusion to what Matsuda had suggested.

'That's where I come in.' L turned back to the monitor and brought up lab results for the team to see. "Misa's DNA was found on the tapes that the second Kira had sent to the news stations, as well as strands of her hair. I only recently got this information so we haven't been able to act on it until now." He glanced down at his phone with the Nightmare text. "We'll bring them in tomorrow." He finalized, wondering about how the assassin would respond to two of the game pieces being removed from the board.