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JUNE 6
It was identical to the first in every respect except the victim. This time the killer had targeted a twelve year old girl – Yuka Hyuga – and left her body on the table, just like Chikako's, although this time he or she had draped a tablecloth over her...a tablecloth that Soichiro had to remove.
Female again, Soichiro thought as he stared at the body, stomach turning over slowly (the stink of blood and death in this room was overpowering, even to a veteran officer like himself). Did the victim's gender have some kind of special significance? Or was it just a coincidence?
Next to him, Yamamura, one of the newer members of the NPA – Soichiro had only brought him along to give the kid some experience – took one look at the dead child, then turned and stumbled out of the Hyugas' front door, where he proceeded to vomit into their front yard.
Oh wonderful, Soichiro thought savagely. That's really going to help matters. I should have brought Matsuda; he's a hothead but at least he's not squeamish. In fact, Matsuda had wanted to come, but he'd also made the mistake of saying he wanted a closer look at the body, and Soichiro didn't trust him to take that look in a respectful manner.
"Please forgive our colleague," Aizawa said in a smooth voice. "I'm afraid he's very new to this. However, he is one of the best in his field."
This was irrefutable. However, since Yamamura's field happened to be forgery (he'd only transferred to the serious crime department last Tuesday) Soichiro hoped that the Hyugas wouldn't probe this too closely.
"Hyuga-san...was your daughter covered with the tablecloth when you found her?" he asked.
Hyuga shook his head. "No. We did that ourselves because...you know."
Soichiro nodded. Yes, he did know. And the fact that the Hyugas' desire to preserve their twelve year old daughter's modesty (and, if you wanted to be brutal about it, to keep the flies off her) had led to their own DNA and hairs and fibers from that damn tablecloth being mixed up with anything already there probably wouldn't have entered their heads.
Aizawa glanced up from where he was checking for prints.
"Whatever did this was something the killer brought with them. There are a few different prints here, and anyone sophisticated enough to set this thing up would be sophisticated enough to wipe away any prints."
"He could have worn gloves," Hyuga argued.
"That would have distorted the fingerprints already present. I don't think the murder weapon's here."
"We'll need to take the body for a post-mortem." Soichiro spoke as respectfully as he could.
Hyuga's wife – who seemed to be holding things together a little better than her husband – stared at him.
"Why? I thought you only did that when you weren't sure of the cause of death."
"Hyuga-san, you and your husband were in the room upstairs. You would have heard if your daughter made any kind of noise. And this cut is perfectly straight. Even if your daughter moved around a little, it would have been a little more erratic, and nobody could lie still while something like this was being done."
"Are you saying she was already dead when...?" Hope, a terrible, ghastly hope, began to bloom in the father's eyes.
"I'm saying it's the most likely scenario, yes. Whoever did this may have given her some kind of lethal injection, killing her before she could cry out, and then proceeded to finish the job."
"We also found a needle mark on the neck of the previous victim," Aizawa interjected, "but the drug had left her system by then. Please keep that to yourself though; we don't want it made public yet. We can send a team around to collect your daughter."
There was a long pause, then Hyuga nodded once, reluctantly.
"Alright. You can...go ahead."
"Thank you," Soichiro told him. Hyuga's consent wasn't strictly necessary, but it made things a hell of a lot easier. "Excuse me; I'll inform my colleague. He'll make all the necessary arrangements."
This was a lie – Soichiro would make the arrangements himself, or have an experienced officer like Aizawa or Ueda do it – but he wanted, no, needed some fresh air. Needed to flush that rich, metallic stench of blood out of his nostrils.
To his surprise, Aizawa followed him.
"Yagami-bucho—"
On second thoughts, maybe it wasn't all that surprising.
"No," Soichiro interrupted, correctly guessing the end of the sentence. "I won't get Ryuzaki involved. I promised him."
Aizawa stared at him. "Oh wonderful. Girls – children – are getting brutally murdered and we have at our disposal the one person who could catch the bastards behind this, but we can't ask him for help because you promised him!"
"Aizawa..."
"How many more, Yagami-bucho?" Aizawa kept his voice too low for anyone else to overhear, but there was no mistaking the venom there. "How many more children are you going to let die before you decide that maybe, just maybe, saving their lives is a little more important than some damn promise that you made to some damn freak! A freak who, let's face it, probably has no understanding of the word promise anyway!"
Turning, Aizawa stalked away to the waiting car, leaving Soichiro full of conflicting thoughts that he couldn't find the words to express.
It was a quarter to one in the morning when Soichiro finally got home. He'd made the arrangements for the post-mortem, reassured Yamamura that it was fine, that plenty of people threw up on their first case like this, fended off Matsuda's constant requests that he be allowed to examine this body, and then spent the rest of the time going over the reports, statements, anything that he thought might shed some light on this.
Nothing worked, however, and in the end Soichiro had left the few members of the department who were on the night shift - including Matsuda - and gone home in the hopes that things would look clearer on a few hours' sleep.
The first thing he noticed when he dragged himself through his front door was that the couch was empty and that L had migrated to the kitchen. To be precise, he had migrated to the top of the kitchen counter, a large mug of coffee beside him.
"Good evening, Yagami-san," he said without looking around.
Soichiro stared at what L was holding for a long time, then took a deep breath.
"Ryuzaki," he said slowly, "I like to think of myself as a fair man who always keeps an open mind about things. You have my word that I will do my best to keep an open mind about this, so will you please explain to me what the hell you think you're doing with those binoculars!"
"I'm using them to look through the window of the house next door," L answered. Reaching down without looking, he picked up his coffee and took a sip.
"Why?"
"Because they have cable TV."
It was a better answer than I want to see what they're doing in there, but it still wasn't good.
"Ryuzaki..."
"It's alright, Yagami-san, they've put subtitles on."
Soichiro folded his arms and stared hard at the back of L's head.
"And you think that makes it alright, do you? You can't just spy on people like that!" Soichiro grabbed his binoculars from L, who looked up at him with a baffled expression.
"I'm not spying on them, Yagami-san. I'm just watching their TV. You let me watch your TV. I fail to see the difference."
"The difference, Ryuzaki, is that I know you're doing it! How would you feel if complete strangers were spying on you and watching your every move?"
"Complete strangers always were spying on me and watching my every move, or trying to. Why do you think Watari moved me around so much?" L attempted to grab the binoculars again but Soichiro held them out of reach.
"It's not something we do in polite society."
"But I'm not polite," L pointed out. "Nor am I particularly sociable."
Soichiro reached up, pinching the bridge of his nose in an attempt to alleviate the headache he could feel building.
"Ryuzaki, I'm too tired to argue with you right now so I'm just going to lay it on the line. Do not use my binoculars – or anyone else's binoculars – to watch next door's TV!"
L rocked back on his heels with a sigh that Soichiro considered to be needlessly long-suffering. "Oh alright. I was getting bored with that show anyway."
"Or to watch anything else that might be going on next door!"
"How about birds? Can I use your binoculars to watch birds?"
Soichiro took another long, deep breath.
"If you mean wild birds in the sky or in our own garden, then yes, you're very welcome to," he answered. "If, however, you're referring to next-door's budgies which happen to be in the same room as the TV—"
L chuckled, no trace of shame on his features. "You're getting good, Yagami-san. Alright. I still don't see what the problem is, but I won't watch other people's TV through binoculars anymore."
"Good. Thank you." Soichiro glanced around the otherwise deserted kitchen. "I take it Sachiko and Sayu are in bed?"
L, who was now attempting to watch the neighbors' TV without binoculars and with his nose pressed against the glass, didn't look around as he replied, "It's quarter to one in the morning, Yagami-san. What do you think?"
Well, alright, that was a rather stupid question. Soichiro opted for a more intelligent one.
"Who won the tennis?"
"Akemi Kotohiki. Sayu-san did very well though; she placed third overall."
"Was she very upset at my leaving?"
L turned his head enough to look at Soichiro over his shoulder. "No. She was disappointed, but she understood. At least, I'm approximately thirteen percent certain that she did."
"Only thirteen percent?"
"Yagami-san, I am the greatest detective the world has ever known. In fact, I'm three of the greatest detectives the world has ever known, but we won't go into that now. I am fluent in over twenty languages and an expert on any subject you care to name."
"I see."
"However, the way girls think is still a complete mystery to me. So yes. Only thirteen percent. And while we're on the subject of mysteries, what's the latest news on the murder case?" L added.
"I'm sorry, Ryuzaki. Since you're not working with the NPA, I'm not allowed to discuss it with you."
The young man shrugged. "Suit yourself. Just remember, Yagami-san, I can solve this case as soon as you ask me to. I take it it is the one where the bodies had their hearts removed?"
"Yes," Soichiro admitted. There didn't seem much point in denying it.
"Can you at least tell me where you went? Or should I call Matsuda and ask him?"
The older man glanced at L. "Even Matsuda knows better than to share confidential information."
L smiled, the delicious smile of someone who knows he's got a secret.
"Well, he would, if he knew it was confidential," he pointed out. "However, you went from the tennis match straight to the murder site, and from there back to the NPA headquarters where I believe you had very little to say to Matsuda, although I think it likely he had plenty to say to you. I don't believe you turned to him at any point and told him that everything that happened today was to be kept strictly within the NPA building. I know you trust his loyalty, Yagami-san, and you're right to, but the question right now is...do you trust his judgment?"
Soichiro looked at him for a long time. Then he said, "You've already called him, haven't you?"
The smile became a grin. "Yes. I just wanted to know where you'd shot off to in such a hurry." L rocked back, staring at the ceiling. "So. The first murder took place in Arakawa. The second in Chiyoda. Question is, what about the third?"
"You think there's going to be a third, do you?"
"You do, Yagami-san. This is not the random, wild act of a normal serial killer. They tend to be rather better at hiding the bodies, yet these people were murdered in their own homes, mere feet away from their families. The deliberate nature of these acts indicates that the acts themselves are premeditated, although the victims don't seem to be. I won't insult you by asking if you've begun looking into any connection between the two bodies, as I know that's the first thing you'll have done."
Soichiro leaned back in his chair, staring at L.
"Oh, Yagami-san." L's voice was silky smooth. "Let's not waste valuable time arguing over who owes who what, or whether or not asking for help compromises those principles that you hold so dear. There's a murderer out there."
The older man took a deep breath.
"Ryuzaki...if you happen to form a solid theory about who's behind this or if you spot something that the NPA missed—"
"If!"
"—then I'll listen to anything you have to tell me," Soichiro went on, ignoring L's scornful interjection. "But I'm not letting you on the investigation team."
L studied him for a few moments, then said, "Why?"
"Because frankly, after everything you've been through, I'm not sure you're mentally or emotionally strong enough to cope with being thrown back in the deep end with the whole world demanding answers and wanting to know why you haven't solved this yet."
His words hit home; L wilted visibly, then said in a much quieter voice, "Yes, I see. But...it would only be one case, Yagami-san. Wouldn't it?"
The question wasn't entirely rhetorical and Soichiro nodded. "If I agreed to let you in, yes, but that's not going to happen. I can't stop you investigating by yourself, but I can stop you being a part of the main investigation."
L drew his head back, tilting it slowly from side to side as he stared at Soichiro. At last he said, "Do you want to catch whoever's behind this?"
"Of course I do. But I'm not going to sacrifice you or put you in danger to do it. It's not worth that."
L continued studying him, an odd, unsettled look on his face.
"I wish I understood your view of the world better, Yagami-san."
"You're doing fine, Ryuzaki."
"Am I?" Still that same uncertainty. "Maybe sometimes. Other times I have no idea what's going on in your head at all."
Well, that made them pretty much even as far as Soichiro was concerned.
"Do you think – honestly – that you could find out who's doing this in time to stop the third murder?" he asked. "Could you guarantee that if you got involved, there would be no third murder?"
L wilted even further. "No. I'm sorry, but no. There isn't enough information yet."
"That's why. Burning yourself out if it would bring us the head of whoever's behind this before the next murder is one thing, but since there's no way you can guarantee that, you could drive yourself to a nervous breakdown and it would all be for nothing. I'm not going to put that level of pressure on you. It wouldn't be right."
"You were less considerate during the Kira case."
Soichiro was silent for a few minutes as this hit home, then he said quietly, "I didn't understand during the Kira case."
"No, you understood fine, Yagami-san. You just didn't care. You were prepared to drive me – oh, and yourself, I'll admit that – into the ground trying to find a shred of evidence that went against what I'd already told you. It was such a mania with you that there were times when I was afraid to present you with any evidence, just in case you snapped and beat me to a pulp for daring to imply such a thing about your family."
Soichiro stared at him, shocked to the heart.
"Ryuzaki, I would never do anything like that!"
"Yes, I know that now. But I didn't know any of you back then. The only thing I knew was that you all considered me a freak and if I pissed you off – really pissed you off – the task force could have turned very nasty." L shrugged. "It's happened to me before, only being on the other end of the computer meant that when it got too much to cope with, I could simply pull the plug and blame the internet connection."
"And Watari was alright with that?"
"It was his idea, so I presume so. If he thought things were getting too bad or I was getting too upset, he'd do it himself. But when you and your task force were living in my hotel suite, pulling the plug wasn't an option." The young man tilted his head very slightly on one side. "I wasn't entirely sure who would win in a fight between us, Yagami-san – and I'm still not – but since you happened to have your gun and I didn't have mine, it was hardly going to be a fair match."
"Yours?" Soichiro echoed. "You...Ryuzaki, is that what you wanted to bring from Osaka?"
"No! I mean, that is where I left it, but I'm not stupid enough to think you're going to let me bring an illegal weapon into your house."
Soichiro stared at him. "Where exactly is this illegal weapon?"
"In the staircase leading down into my room. The third step from the bottom is hollow. There's a small hole in the far right corner; you'll need something to hook it and lift it up. I used to use a coat hanger."
The deputy director raised his eyebrows. "That's very cooperative of you."
L shrugged. "Well, since you promised not to force me into any more detective work, I can't think I'm going to need it, so if you want to confiscate it or tip off some of your police friends in Osaka, that's just fine with me. I did think about going back to get it once the deadline passed and I realized I wasn't going to die, but it didn't seem like a good idea. Like I said, I couldn't imagine what I'd use it for. I decided to leave it where it was and I got the first train out of Tokyo, before anyone came back and discovered I hadn't died after all."
"Where did you go?"
"Gifu."
Soichiro blinked.
"Gifu?" he echoed.
"Yes."
"Why Gifu?"
L shrugged. "Because I'd never been there. The NPA thought I was dead. Watari wasn't going to organize some other case for me. For the first time in my life, I was free to do what I wanted, and what I wanted to do was visit Gifu. It's a lovely prefecture, actually. Though it would be even better with a beach."
Soichiro stared at the young man for a few minutes, then asked the question that he thought someone should have asked L a long time ago.
"Did you want to be a detective?"
"Of course not." L's voice was tinged with contempt, as though Soichiro had just asked the stupidest question in the world.
"Then what did you want to do?"
L was silent for a long time, thinking it over. Eventually he said seriously, "I don't know. No one ever asked me that before. What else is there?"
Soichiro opened his mouth, then closed it, at a loss for where to begin.
"You're saying you became a detective because you didn't know of the existence of any other profession?"
"That's not what I'm saying at all, Yagami-san. It's just...they were like becoming Prime Minister of Japan. I know someone has that job. I know you probably need some kind of training for it. I just don't know what it involves and how you go about getting it because I assumed I'd never need to know. Wammy's House was very isolated, right out in the country. Once we were there, we only ever left if we had to go to the hospital. All lessons were carried out there, we even had our own dentists."
"You must have gone out sometimes."
"The older kids may have done. I was thirteen when Watari decided I was ready to start work as a detective and took me out of the House, so I don't know what it's like for the sixteen or seventeen year olds who lived there."
Soichiro stared at L, appalled. "They put you to work when you were thirteen? Didn't you get any say in this?"
The young man raised his eyebrows. "How much say in your life did you get when you were thirteen, Yagami-san?"
"What was your first case?"
"With Watari? Triple murder in Scotland. Well, double murder. It only turned into a triple because I was new to the job and didn't work it out fast enough." He was silent for a long time. Soichiro didn't dare say anything for fear of breaking the moment. At last L spoke again.
"They called him the Cheek Murderer. When I saw the body – the third body that is, the first two had already been released for burial by the time I arrived – I understood why. It was an eleven year old girl; the guy disemboweled her and tore her lips and cheeks off. I could see her jaw, every one of her teeth. I had to go in and examine the body for clues, every inch of it, even though I just wanted to run when I first saw it." Pause, then quietly, "I've never forgotten her face. I still dream about it sometimes. And I had to talk to her parents via a computer, watching them through a built-in webcam, and apologize for not being dedicated enough to find the killer in time and explain that it was my fault this had happened." Longer pause. "I've never forgotten their faces either. How they just...collapsed."
"And you were thirteen."
"Yes."
Soichiro shook his head, unable to find any words. He'd gone on a few calls to break bad news to families, and he didn't know of any officer, no matter how long they'd been serving, who wouldn't rather give up two weeks' pay than have that particular duty.
Thirteen. At thirteen, L should have been studying and hanging out with his friends, not breaking news of that caliber to a grieving family, much less shouldering the responsibility for what had happened. Even Japanese police didn't have that kind of burden until they'd been in the force for a couple of years and had the training and the experience to cope with it.
"Ryuzaki. Listen to me. It was not your fault."
"What do you mean, it wasn't my fault? I was distracted, I was sloppy and if I'd been more on the ball, then that kid would still be alive! Watari was right. I might just as well have killed her myself."
Watari had said that? To a thirteen year old boy?
"He had no right to tell you that," Soichiro said very quietly.
"He had every right! And he didn't tell me that, at least not in so many words. He just...implied it."
"How did he imply it?"
"That's none of your damn business! Anyway, he's supposed to say things like that to me! That's his job!"
Wonderful; he's exploding again. That's all I need.
"What exactly was that job, Ryuzaki? When I saw him in that hotel, he always seemed like more of a servant to you than anything. Like some kind of butler."
"Of course. Watari's job is—"
"Was," Soichiro interrupted. "He's gone, Ryuzaki."
"I know that!"
Soichiro refused to get angry. "I'm not sure you do, not all the time. What was his job?"
"He was—" heavy emphasis— "my handler. His job was to make sure I had everything I needed whenever I needed it, so I could concentrate on solving cases without having to bother about trivialities like food."
Soichiro barely paid any attention to this, his entire mind transfixed by one word.
"Your handler?"
He thought he did a good job of keeping his face and voice neutral, but some of his feelings must have shown through because L glared at him.
"What now, Yagami-san? You don't like my choice of words?"
"No, I don't," Soichiro answered candidly. "Animals have handlers, Ryuzaki. People don't."
"They do if they came out of Wammy's House. It's not peculiar to me. I mean, not every kid gets one, just those of us who are assigned letters. There are plenty of talented, gifted kids who came out the House and went on to live normal lives. Well, not exactly normal in the sense of working in the supermarket," L amended, "but considering how many of us there are, surprisingly few of us go on to become detectives or field agents. You've heard of Linda Skeerig?"
"Who hasn't?" Soichiro answered. Linda Skeerig was a sixteen year old who had taken the art world by storm, specializing in the kind of amazingly detailed landscapes you could stare at for hours and still notice new things. He wasn't entirely sure what this had to do with L, but at least the young man seemed to be calming down a little.
L nodded. "Exactly. She was one of us. Amazingly talented painter, and Wammy's House used its connections to get her private tuition and put her work in front of people who really mattered. She's got a fantastic career ahead of her now, one she probably wouldn't have had without the House. But...even now I wonder if it's what she wanted to do."
Soichiro was quiet for a few moments, then said, "I don't have any kind of gift like that, so I can't say for sure. But I've met one or two people that do, and from what they say, if you have a serious talent for something like art or writing or music, it's impossible not to use it. If it's what she wanted, good. If she just wanted it as a hobby, she now has a hobby she can make money out of, or not. The House can't force her to sell her paintings. It just gave her the training she needed to have the option. For her, I think it was a good thing."
L looked away. "Yeah...maybe. I guess. But they don't all turn out like that. It...the House twists some people. People like B. The idea...it was created to train my successor. Watari wasn't an idiot; he knew there was a risk one of my enemies would catch up with me sooner or later."
Soichiro studied him for a few minutes, then said quietly, "Didn't you tell me you grew up in Wammy's House?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"So how could it have been created to train your replacement, when you were there at a time when the great detective L wasn't yet around? How could Watari have known a replacement would be necessary?"
Unease flickered across L's face. "I don't know. You don't ask questions like that, okay? Wammy's House...it just is. Maybe Watari changed the function of it." There was a very long silence, then L said, "You...were right in what you said before, Yagami-san. About the pressure." The words sounded forced, as though each one left a foul taste in the young man's mouth. "One kid...he couldn't take it. He was the first that Watari tried to have trained as my successor."
"What happened to him?" Soichiro asked in the same quiet voice. The question was unnecessary – he knew full well what had happened to the poor kid L was referring to, or at least he could make a damn good guess – but a small part of him suggested that L needed to hear himself say it.
"He killed himself. Jumped head-first off the roof. I think...I think he wanted to make sure it worked, you know? Wanted to make sure he didn't just end up with a pair of broken legs."
"What was his name?"
L shrugged. "No idea. He was just A to everyone. The first thing they do when you arrive at Wammy's House is strip you of your name and assign you a new designation. Mine was L, short for Lawliet. I don't know what his was. The staff didn't often get angry with us, but if you tried to use your real name, boy were you in trouble. It's done to protect us."
No it's not, Soichiro thought, an odd numbness spreading through his body. It's done to dehumanize you. Take away someone's identity and it becomes so much easier to control that person.
"How did Watari take the news?" he asked.
L frowned. "Of the suicide? I don't know. He seemed very upset that I'd found out, but I don't know how he felt about it on a personal level. I told you, we didn't go in for the whole heart-to-heart thing."
Soichiro nodded. "Well, I expect he made a lot of changes. Took some of the pressure off the other kids."
The young man was silent and Soichiro let it go at that. The fact that L had felt able to open up this much about Wammy's House spoke volumes. Or...no, to be honest, he didn't think L had had a choice. He'd locked things up inside himself for so long that they were beginning to leak out around the edges.
Whatever. It's enough for now. Move on, give him time to come to terms with it.
Raising his eyebrows, Soichiro strove for a casual tone as he said, "So I suppose you already know who's behind these murders?"
L gave him a quick, grateful glance. "That would be impossible at such an early stage, Yagami-san, even for me. But based on the information in the papers, I have built up several potential profiles of the killers. If you want me to narrow it down to one, I'll need unrestricted access to this latest corpse and all subsequent ones."
The older man scrutinized him through narrowed eyes. "What do you mean, all subsequent ones?"
"Examining those will tell me whether they were killed in exactly the same way as this one, and that will tell me whether you're dealing with a small group or a large one." L sipped at his coffee, grimaced and tipped it into the sink, then hopped off the counter and started making himself a fresh cup. "Nobody can mimic another person's action exactly. If more than one person is doing this, there will be discrepancies in the killings."
"That wasn't what I meant. How many more murders do you think these people are planning to commit?"
"A great many, Yagami-san. I don't think the murderer is just going to get the whole serial-killing thing out of his system and then move on to stamp collecting or something. No, whoever's behind this is doing it for a reason."
That wasn't very reassuring, even though Soichiro had to admit it made perfect sense.
"Have you ever encountered this kind of thing before?" he asked.
L tipped his head back, thinking.
"No," he said finally. "I do remember reading about something very similar, but I don't think it applies in this case."
"Where? What happened?"
"I'm not going to tell you." Seeing Soichiro's expression, L raised a hand. "Let me finish. I'm not going to tell you because I really don't think it's anything to do with this and because, well, it sounds too stupid. If it turns out that the two things are somehow linked though, I'll come straight to you with everything I know." He paused, then went on in a tone that seemed a little too casual, "Speaking of stupid, what's Matsuda's take on it all?"
"Oh, don't talk to me about Matsuda! I had to throw him out of the interview for asking graphic questions about the state of the body and the other internal organs and he still hasn't let up on it. He keeps trying to persuade me to let him examine the body himself! It's driving the rest of the department insane."
There was a silence. Then L said in a very careful voice, "Yagami-san, you did read Matsuda's file, didn't you? You do remember what he was doing before he decided to join the NPA?"
Soichiro opened his mouth to answer, froze motionless as he realized what L was getting at, then shot to his feet fast enough to overturn his chair and hurtled out the door.
L raised his eyebrows.
"I'll take that as a yes," he remarked to the now empty room, and sipped at his coffee.
AN: When I started this story, I had planned to do some chapters around L, but so many people seem to like it being through Soichiro's eyes that I'm wavering. So I'm going to do what I always do when I'm not sure what people would prefer to read, namely throw it open for voting and let the majority decide XD
So what do you think? Would you like some (not many, but a few) pure L chapters, or would you rather it stay Soichiro-centered all the way? Or do you not mind? :-)
