As soon as she left to go to the bathroom, I knew she would contact Kira or her Shinigami. I went into the bathroom after I spilt some coffee on myself and overheard her yelling at someone or something.

"You're not obligated to tell me anything! Use your head then!" She said angrily. After that there was a pause. "Okay. Thank you very much." I heard a flush and backed up a little. She came out of the stall.

"Who were you talking to?" I asked. I tried not to sound too suspicious of her.

"I was just talking to my boyfriend." Talking to her boyfriend? Bull. "He's was thinking of theoretical situations. We're one of those geeky couples."

"I see." I knew she knew that I was suspicious of her now. She raised an eyebrow. "I spilt coffee on my hands; I just came to wash up." I held up my hands as proof.

"I see." She walked out of the restroom. I rolled into one of those special rooms for handicapped people. After I closed the door, I stretched my legs. I had been sitting in that uncomfortable wheelchair for hours. I fixed my wig and washed my hands. Then I sat once again in that uncomfortable contraption and rolled my way out of there.

"Stop answering me with monosyllabic words! Anyway, I'll talk to you later, Toby." Joyce giggled as she hung up. I have never heard such an awkward giggle in my life.

"So, his name is Toby. Tell me how you two met." I gave her a bright smile.

"Well, we haven't met in person," What? "We were introduced by a mutual friend online and I like him. He understands that I can't go out on a real date because of my dad."

"You can't go out on a real date because of your dad." I was in disbelief. This girl is making up the lamest stories I've ever heard!

"Yeah, he's very strict. But, it saves him money so he's fine with it." She smiled. Is she smiling because she thinks her story is believable?

"You met him online."

"Yeah, we met on Skype so it's no big deal." No big deal? What is up with this girl?

"I thought you said you were smart."

"I am smart. I don't know what you're implying."

"You can't do something as stupid as meet a guy online. The thought disgusts me."

"Well it doesn't to me." She pulled out her phone and started to dial. "If you don't mind me, I have to go. It was nice meeting you." She put the phone to her ear and walked out of the café.

"She is an idiot, a total bimbo." I murmured. I then took out my phone and dialed a number.

"Hello?" A man asked.

"L, it's me, Exsell."

"What have you analyzed?" L spoke with no emotion.

"I'd rather talk to you in person. Also, I want a car to pick me up since I can't just walk up and leave. After all, I am in a wheelchair."

"I'll have Commander Rester pick you up in thirty minutes. Take off your disguise before coming, R might recognize you."

"Of course, I'll just be here, waiting."

A man in a suit came to me after a while.

"Hello, Commander Rester. I am –."

"You are Exsell, I know." He said bluntly.

"That was very rude of you." I said. He stood there awkwardly. "Well, I'm in a freaking wheelchair, aren't you going to help me get into your car that is wasting energy?"

"Oh, right." He rolled me out to his car and pretended to help me inside. Once I was inside, I stretched my legs again. Who knew that sitting for a long time actually hurts? Maybe next time I can just lie there the whole time. I took off my wig and my "face." God, that thing was horrible. It was made of latex; it's what made me look like a girl. After that, I removed my colored contacts and removed the girly images until I actually looked like myself. I felt like a freed slave. By the time I switched my clothes and shoes, I was there. Ellis Towers… probably one of the highest skyscrapers in the world. I entered the building with Commander Rester; he led me to my destination… L. L is one of my favorite topics. I am clever because of him. When I was younger, I never liked studying. But my father would tell me stories of a great man he works with. Very observant and clever, he said. Sometimes he would call him insane. My father would say that he would see L thinking, solving puzzles, and make towers out of anything he could stack, but never sleeping or eating. I find that peculiar because no one could survive without eating or sleeping. If anything I feel like he would be sleeping all day, just wasting his days in a clean, crisp bed, not getting out of the bed unless there is something important to attend to. After all, Father said that L always dressed in white pajama-like attire.

"We're here." Commander Rester said, "Don't you dare make a fool of yourself in there, Exsell."

"Don't worry, Father. You know I'll behave myself." He opened the door and I walked through.

"Hello." A man called out. He was dressed in the white pajamas that my father spoke of.

"Hi, you must be L." I said as I held out my hand. He took his index finger and thumb to give me a makeshift handshake.

"Yes I am, Exsell. Have a seat." L gestured to the chair as he sat on the floor next to his Jenga blocks. He had quite a large tower… I would say it would've taken him fifty packs of them just to get it to that height width. Plus, he keeps adding on and on… if each pack was five dollars, it would mean that he spent over two hundred dollars on Jenga blocks. "So, Exsell, tell me what you think of R."