I'm finding it hilarious how you all love Font. Personally, I find him to be quite a jerk.
But you guys don't know him yet ;D
Chapter 9: Airwaves
"Can you believe this crap!" I exclaimed rather than asked. Font, who was imitating Near today, in all meanings of the word "reversed" his style altogether.
It was like Dark Link. Creepy.
"What?" Kate- ah, Eko, I've gotta get used to that- popped her head over my shoulder.
"You Google one word, it puls up sites like these. Though, I guess I should have saw this coming. I looked up 'Kira', and already these sites are popping up."
"Matt, why were you looking Kira up?" Linda, who was baking cookies on a whim, asked.
"On the off-chance we can get in on an 'insiders website', they might provide with some information that, although doubtful, might be impossible for L himself to find."
"Matt, that's insane. Albeit, a nice plan, it would be nice to present L with some info, still insane," Linda rolled her eyes. I shook my head and moved my laptop out of the way, so Linda could wipe up the counter.
"So what should us Wammy's kids do? Actually go to class?" I asked, putting the laptop back down on the counter.
"Well, that is the purpose, yes."
Ding.
Linda opened the oven, and the sweet smell of homebaked chocolate chip cookies filled the air. Mello was downstairs in an instant.
"Hey, Mels," Font said, mimicking Nears monotone.
"Listen, sheep, don't you dare call me Mels- Font?" he stopped short of his sentence.
"Hiya," Font laughed.
"You're wasting your time being Lamb-chop's reverse. He's not worth it."
"I take that to offense, Mello-san." Near himself came padding in from the commons. "Linda, your baking smells wonderful."
"Kissass," Mello mumbled. I nudged him, hard, and looked pointedly at Ka- Eko. EKO. We didn't need her to start talking like Mels. It would have Roger award us with a "Bad Role Model" award. And we weren't the best to start with.
Near took a seat at the bar next to Eko- yay, I got it right- and for some reason, Mello snorted, hopping up next to me. Font squeezed his way in between me and Eko, helping himself to one of Linda's mouthwatering baked discs of goodness, and I got tired of scanning through the many Kira supporting sites, instead getting a live feed of TV on my browser. I was just aimlessly flicking through, when suddenly Near interjected.
"Wait!" I froze. "Go back!" he rarely got this excited. What was up?
I flicked back a few channels. OH, sereously?
There, on the screen, was the unmistakable L that we all knew and idolized.
"But I assure you, L is real, I do ," there was a very forceful, very intimidating yelling voice, "Try to kill me!"
"What?" Linda was immediately huddled, as were Mello, Font, Near, Eko, and I, around the screen.
"Rewind it!" Near commanded. I was too shocked to come up with a witty reply, just did as he said.
I rewound til I saw a blue screen. Play.
"We'd... like to apologize for the interruption," a middle aged man said, shuffling through some papers on his desk. "We will now bring to you... a live world-wide broadcast from Interpol's ICPO." We all looked at eachother.
"We now take you live, to the ICPO."
A man with black hair, a stone cold gaze, and a neat jacket appeared onscreen. A nameplate infront of him read Lind L. Tailor.
Could it be...?
"I head up an international police Task Force which includes all member nations. I am Lind L. Tailor. Otherwise known as L."
L? This was L?
"L!" Eko gasped.
Linda "Oh!"-ed.
L! It was L!
Mello was suddenly paying prompt attention. Near was skeptical.
"Why would he choose now to show his face to the... Matt, feed."
I paused the video and hovered my cursor over the task bar.
"It's a Japanese Radio feed, that's where L's headquarters is. Why?" Near just nodded.
"Continue the video, please." Even Mello didn't seem to care that the boy two years his junior was bossing me around.
"Criminals around the world are being murdered by a serial killer. I consider this crime to be the most atrocious act in history. I will not rest until the person or persons responsible are brought to justice. Kira, I will hunt you down. I will find you!" I felt my heart soar at seeing our idol in action, telling the bad guy that he would lose against the greatest of all time.
"Kira," he continued, "I've got a pretty good idea what your motivation might be, and I can guess what you hoped to achieve. However, what you're doing right now, is evil."
The word hung there in the air for a moment, the only movement was Linda slowly, solemnly nodding her head in agreement with our icon.
He must have known the effect he had on everybody, for he smiled a smile that gave me shivers.
It seemed as if he was about to say something, when out soaring hopes, our joy at seeing our mentor unmasked, went plummeting.
His eyes widened, and L clutched his chest, slumping dead, to the table.
I could not believe what had just happened.
I watched as two men took my proxy off the set, and instructed Watari to have the broadcasting station place my signature letter upon the screen, already positioning myself to speak into the microphone. I was pretty sure my incredulousness and shock could be heard, even through the filter.
"I... I had to test this just in case, but I... I never thought it would actually happen. Kira. It seems you have the ability to kill people without having to be there in person. I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't just witnessed it. Listen to me, Kira, if you did indeed kill Lind L. Tailor, the man who you just saw die on television, I should tell you that he was an inmate, who's execution was scheduled, for today." Then, in a tone that sounded as if it were obvious the whole time, I said "That was not me. The police arrested him in absolute secrecy so you wouldn't have heard about him on TV, or through the internet..." I was now mainly mulling to myself at this point. "It appears that not even you have access to information about these types of criminals. But I assure you," now I was directly approaching the monster, calling him out, "L is real, I do exist. Now," I felt something challenging, what was it... was this testosterone? "Try to kill me!" Watari shifted in his seat, but I only became more engaged in the threat. I was angry.
"What's wrong?" I taunted. "Can't do it? C'mon, right now! Kill me! Kira, come on, I can't wait for it. COME ON! KILL ME!" I was getting worked up over this. So much, that I believe I frightened Watari a bit. I sat back down, for I realized that I had gotten onto my hands and knees, yelling at the computer screen.
"Can't you do it?" I taunted once I'd regained my composure. "Well, Kira," I heard my own arrogance, "It seems that you can't kill me after all."
A/N: wowza that's the FASTEST I've ever typed xD
I really get "into" it when I'm talking about the Wammy's Icon~
