A/N: man, this update was impossible to write. I feel that it isn't that good either. But I guess it's worth a shot. But I would like to hear what you think of it. I'm pretty sure most of the characters are sort of... out of character? Well, maybe that's because it's getting intense. xD Who knows.
As the investigation team discussed about the recent deaths and moreover the messages Kira was sending, she stared aimlessly at a wall. She tried her best to maintain the look of absolute no interest. Even though it didn't look like she was paying attention she was taking as many mental notes as possible and trying to memorize every detail of their talk.
"Here are images for you look through," Soichiro Yagami said, throwing a file onto the table, in her direction. She shook her head and pretended that they had managed to regain her attention. She picked up the file and slowly opened it. A couple of photographs fell out. She looked at the investigation team who seemed to be expecting something from her. She put the file back onto the table without closing it and picked up the photos that fell onto the floor. "What do you expect me to do with this?" she asked, looking at them with an expressionless look on her face.
"What is wrong with you? You used to be so excited," Matsuda said, standing up. She was surprised by how big of a reaction he was making to her depression. Wasn't this the first time they met? Light began talking him into calming down and the more she heard his voice she recognized how she could've possibly known him. "You're the guy who always answered the phone when I called," she said, looking at him. He seemed to feel slightly enlightened when she recognized him.
She diverted her attention away from Matsuda. This is not the time to feel sentimental. She told herself as she began going through the photographs. She wanted to find a clue to all those deaths, but nothing seemed to put any clue at any scene. Then she got an idea. What if she would provoke Light, criticizing Kira? She looked through the pictures and threw them onto the table when she reached a picture with a familiar face. Why did they have to put Hiro into the photographs they gave her? She tried her best to maintain her face, she was of course depressed to see his face but also angry. At least she had a bit more realistic depression to show to them.
"Kira is being stupid," she said, catching the attention of everyone in the room. Even a butler like person seemed to look up from whatever he was doing. He hadn't introduced himself so she assumed he was some sort of assistant to L-; Ryuzaki. Although he didn't show it, it felt as if Light paid special attention to her comment. "If he's playing so many games, why doesn't he give us small hints? Is he not confident enough to play a game of cat and mouse without bit more of a risk?" she said in a depressed manner.
This is my chance, be the good guy. That thought crossed Light's mind quickly. He would be able to trick her with that feeling. Pretending to cheer her would give him the perfect cover, and he could put her in the Death Note soon enough. Her depression was a good excuse. And she obviously wasn't a stable person. Of course Ryuzaki would hold this against him, but he'd have one less, clever person trying to track him down. One less worry. Why was he starting to get worried anyways? She wasn't much older than he was anyways, and he had never heard of her before.
"Don't give up, maybe he left a small, unnoticeable message, you just have to spend more time looking, I mean, he is a worthy opponent," he said reaching out and taking the photograph on the top. He looked at her and pulled out a really forced smile which was supposed to be reassuring.
She looked at him and saw the fake smile. On the outside she put up and small obviously forced smile but on the inside she kept a huge grin locked up. He had shown the reaction she wanted. He seemed to encourage her to keep on going. If he was Kira, he was probably planning on killing her off. That's okay, I'll have him. She wondered when she would have to set the plan into motion. "I'm going into my room to go through the photographs like Light suggested," she said, picking up the photographs slowly and then standing up. "Can I have that one?" he looked at the photograph he had in his hand. "Sure," he said, handing it to her, for some reason he remembered the guy's name by looking at his face. Momiji Yoshikawa, a low criminal who only did petty crimes with his father and older brother.
"I feel sorry for everyone who fell to the hands of Kira," she said sadly as she took the picture. Light looked at her, astound, the rest of the investigation team followed. "Don't you believe, like the masses, that maybe, just a little bit, that we're better off if Kira kills a few criminals and then we catch him?" everyone turned to Ryuzaki, now astound at his behavior. She took a deep breath, trying her best to control her temper. It was enough having the lead man going out of character, or that was what it looked like to her at least. If she became out of the character she just built up it could ruin her whole plan. "No, every aspect of what Kira is doing wrong, it's not up to a person who lives or dies, that's all up to the Shinigami's, and besides," she paused and looked down. She had managed to talk in a calm, slow tone even though she was so heated about this. "It's not justice," she said, looking at Light as she said those words, then directing her eyes towards Ryuzaki.
"If I had any skills, I would've caught Kira a long time ago, but now it's about time to give up, if I find nothing in the photographs, you'll never hear from me again," she said, turning around and just simply leaving the hotel room without a question.
"What an interesting reaction," Ryuzaki said, taking a sip of his overly sweetened tea.
What a perfect reaction. Light thought. Now all he had to wait for was her admitting she found nothing.
It had already been nine days, two hours and seventeen minutes since she set her plan into action. She had occasionally dropped by their hotel room where they had been investigating in; talking about the pictures she had gone through. Talking about how well she had looked at all of the details but wasn't finding anything. Light seemed more and more pleased by her actions, although she felt it was a shame that no one else seemed to notice. The last two days had been the hardest. For some odd reason, after every word of encouragement Ryuzaki spoke to her she was more drawn to his hunched figure and sleepless eyes. When she would take breaks from looking at the photos she thought about him. Whether he had actually bought her plan. His words of encouragement.
She looked at the last photo. The guy from a normal heart attack, but as soon as she saw the photograph something didn't feel right. She studied it closely for a couple of minutes. And then she saw it, the same thing that reminded of her when she found him, lying in bed.
"Onii-chan," the house felt so empty, it was as if her call echoed.
"Onii-chan, I'm back, I bought leeks, so we can have leek stew," she announced. She hadn't meant to be gone almost all day, but while shopping so many cute outfits caught her eyes. She would've done anything for one of those cute skirts.
"Onii-chan?" she opened his study room, and as soon as she looked in, she dropped the bags she held in her right hand.
She shook her head. She didn't have time to think about memories. They would only hold her back. She stood up and walked to her violin case. She opened it carefully and took out the violin she loved so dearly. It had been her one and only present from her brothers that they didn't acquire through dirty tricks. She began playing it softly, but filled the song with sorrow as her playing proceeded.
Ständchen by Schubert.
He really loved that song. It was his favorite song and she always played it for him when he asked her. He was the only person who could control her temper and make her maintain her anger by using single words.
The window was wide open, and the sun was breaking into the room. There he was laying on his desk, with his eyes closed. She knew right away what happened.
She stopped playing as soon as she finished the last note. She carefully layed her violin back into its case and stared at the name on the inside of the top. If they would inspect her room after her disappearance, they would most likely find the case, and Light could permanently get rid of her. She walked over to the phone in the room and dialed the familiar number.
How many times had she dialed it now?
"Ständchen by Schubert, you are an absolutely outstanding player," she was greeted with the now known voice. It was Ryuzaki who always greeted her with compliments of her music. She felt her body rapidly increasing in warmth. Why was it that such a simple, frequent comment had such a big impact on her body?
"I wanted to say goodbye," she said, in a calm tone. She didn't put up the act of depression now.
"You just entered the field," she laughed. What a bizarre thing to say to her. It was stupid.
"I have a plan, I need space,"
"He's smarter than you think, not just any plan works here,"
"That's okay, as far as I'm concerned, whether my plan fails or succeeds, you'll be able to figure it out from there," she said those words with the most confidence she had felt in years.
She put the phone back without even saying anything more to him. She cleaned up the papers and put them in one stack and made sure everything was almost clean, as if she was fixing everything before she left for her plan. She looked at her violin. She had two choices, take it with her and know for sure that she'd live, or leave it and gamble on whether she would make out of this long time mission alive. She ran her hand over it once and took a deep breath.
"Where's the fun in being safe?" she asked herself as she left the hotel room. It was time to say goodbye to the investigation team.
