Chapter 9
Kiyomi Takada.
She had been at Tokyo University (To-Oh) with L and K and Light. The woman had "dated" Light Yagami, but then they lost contact after both Amane and Light were put into isolation. So why would Light, if he was Kira, have picked him?
Aizawa kept his gaze fixed on Light as he typed speedily on his keyboard. The computer's sharp electronic glare casting eerie shadows on the Kira suspect as he searched every available database.
Which caused another thought to rise to the front of Aizawa's mind.
Aizawa was all too aware of the orders given to him by K herself. Give him any information you have come up with. Should he ask for it, that is. But then again, why would he suspect my being among the living? The command had been promptly followed by a proud quip about being so good at being inconspicuous, no matter how annoying being ignored was to her.
And he had reason to believe, that amidst all the chaos of Takada voicing Kira's views, and Mello still on the loose and Near somewhere plotting something….well, he had reason to believe that Light was on the verge of renewing a war he had started long ago with the aloof dark haired woman named K.
Which was why he was a tad bit hesitant to answer him when he started asking more about the girl known as Kew Keikan… And by default, learning more about his previous advisaries.
The older man had reason to believe Light was on the verge of discovering something that he was entrusted to know. Something akin to a promise that he dared not break.
But would that stop such a man, one whom had tied in a battle of wits between the century's most intelligent and resourceful mind?
Then again, Kira wasn't just battling against a genius and one of the most ruthless people he had met. No, he was battling both them, their successors and anyone else they cared to involve.
"And does Yagami Light know we shall corner him and punish him like the disobedient, megalomaniac, immoral boy he is? No. Of course not. We're just going to serve his head on a platter to the ICPO and show that we are certainly not dead or untrustworthy," she had once rambled while explaining one of her more superfluous plans.
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K ran a hand through her hair as she sat in the company of Beyond and Suture.
"So," she said, sighing and stirring her tea with listless eyes. "That boy has been stuck in there, being exposed to something akin to my childhood—if you could call it that—for a good few weeks? And this is the first it's come to my knowledge?"
Suture flinched a bit as both emerald eyes and gray ones landed on her before flickering away to look at each other.
"That seems to be the case," Beyond mused, picking at his own sugar laden tea. "She was under the impression that we would have charged in there and killed everyone in our sights to rescue him."
K gave a humorless chuckle, absently toying with the bell around her neck. "You must admit though, given our more callousnatures, it would not have been the most unlikely probability. I confess, I would have charged in there to kill the first thing in sights had this come up. That is, before I was informed of the circumstances with Mello and whatnot."
Beyond spared her a wicked grin, "True. So what's stopping us from dismantling those scientist, limb from limb now that we are aware of the situation?"
K let a similar grin grace her features before gesturing towards Suture, who had horror written all over her face. "Well, for one, this particular girl you have taken to would probably throw herself into the fray before letting us have a bloodbath."
Suture balked, did K really think so lowly of her? And then referring to Beyond and her like that!
"Yes, that would be an unfavorable predicament," Beyond said, stretching his legs in front of him.
And then Suture blushed to the color that would put a tomato to shame when he openly admitted being "taken to" her.
"And the fact that I know little to nothing about this, want to know why the hell Suture's lifespan took a dip and why the fuck you insist on being so damn meek when I know full well that you aren't the stuttering little fool of a girl I met in Tokyo!" she spat, irked.
"I'm not a child so quit treating me like your scolding Ryuuhei and Selena!"
K smirked, "Really? Well then act like it. Now talk to me about the situation. It makes me antsy to know that with every fucking moment of pleasantries the kid in there could be killed for being a failed project." Like they were going to do to us, Kew added bitterly.
"Well, all I know is what Suture as told me. And I had to force it out of her," Beyond muttered, leaning back in his chair and aiming his wide eyes at Suture.
"All right then," Kat stated, also turning to the curly haired girl. "Spit it out Suture. What was your master plan?"
Suture shifted a bit, uncomfortable. "Well, I was going to have contact you secretly and get the boy out of here."
"Now, now," he said in a scolding manner. "Tell K what you told me."
"Alright," she whispered. "I was going to ask you to get yourself captured and thrown in with him, and then Beyond would break you both out…"
Kat analyzed her, "You are not telling us something. Perhaps the reason why your lifespan as taken a dip is the reason that you wish to keep this vital information to yourself? Or is it simply another one of those foolish human things that I cannot even begin to fathom?"
Suture licked her lips before turning her head to examine the carpet in an almost religious manner. "I was going to stand in for you, K. When you left."
A sudden crash of porcelain on both sides of the room caused Suture to look up in alarm.
"You can't do that." Beyond said, deathly calm and his palm scarlet.
"I can, and I will," Suture said, a shred of the defiance she had gained over the years surfacing.
"I refuse to let you," the calm was still in place as he made his way to her small frame in two strides, towering over her.
"Beyond, now calm down," K said, picking some shards of glass away from her arm. This is the umpteenth time this happens during the course of the Kira case. Hmm, I wonder why?
"No," he said, narrowing his eyes at K. "You may have no care in the world for your backups and copies, however, I do. No matter how compassionless and oblivious to our vexation with you people! The reason for A's death! The reason why the woman who saved you from this hellhole died while at your service! The way I was manipulated and lost nearly every shred of sanity I have to my name in the name of winning against L! How it is a known fact that every one of your peers from the Wammy's house that had the displeasure of meeting you has an obvious hatred for the both of you once they noticed what manipulating bastards you both are!"
Kew regarded him patiently, Kitten was wailing inside them at how fierce and scary Beyond seemed at that moment of his loss of composure. K was seething and Kat was trying to calm Kitten down.
"All done?" she asked, looking at a piece of porcelain she had picked from her glove and flicking it away.
Suture quickly stepped in front of Beyond as soon as she saw him coil to spring at her.
"In any event, what I was about to say was that the plan is a good one. But why risk your life when there are other plans less likely to cause the one untainted soul in this room bodily harm?"
Beyond's breathing went down to a more controlled rhythm as he looked at Kat, contempt in his eyes. "And what would this brilliant plan of yours be?"
Kat smiled, "Simple. I believe the street term would be to go in with 'guns blazing.'"
"No!" Suture shrieked. "That's precisely the reason why I didn't do it myself and why I didn't want Beyond involved!"
"And who said we were going to get blood on your hands, Deliverance?" Beyond asked slowly, cocking a brow.
She looked at them, horrified. "The whole point of this was to try and save Experiment Z! Not kill him with a stray bullet!"
Kat frowned, "You think so little of us, don't you? Well then, what other option is there that won't endanger you all?"
"L, of course," Suture said. Motioning to the monitor of a computer in the back of the room.
And lo and behold, the customary Cloister Black "L" was on the screen.
"Hello, K, Beyond," the electronic voice said coolly.
And then it was K's turn to be uncomfortable.
"Greetings…L," she muttered, casting her eyes off to the ceiling.
Now who is going to feel like a chastised child? By her own mate! K thought bitterly.
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Kai looked up in alarm as the door opened, getting himself mentally ready for whatever may come his way.
A woman crawled into the room on all fours. That much he could tell in his drugged up state.
He barely registered the woman as she took a small surprised mew before nudging him delicately.
What's that thing on her face? Kai wondered blandly.
A gas mask, she's putting one on our face now, his other said.
He started protesting a bit when the woman made to pick him up but she ignored him completely and picked him up.
We're being saved? Kai thought, trying to banish the blurriness of his vision.
"Breathe," the woman commanded in a soft voice. Like a mother to a child, he could assume, but she just seemed like the type who was naturally quiet. But he put off his sudden analysis to fending for himself all those years.
The woman padded out and he became vaguely aware of the screams and gagging of scientists hitting the floor.
Serves them right. Stupid sons of bitches, his other thought.
I'm not gonna argue that one…
He blinked quite a bit when he saw so much green around him, and when he was promptly laid down on something like a medical table. The woman backed up a few inches before looking at another woman and nodding purposefully at Kai saying, "Work your magic, Suture."
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The next time he woke, he saw the two women, with the addition of a guy hunched over a big jar of jam that looked eerily like blood.
He pushed himself up, rubbing his hand over his mouth to get rid of any drool tracks.
"You all right, kiddo?"
He looked up with the unnatural reflexes science had cursed upon him.
"I guess so…who are you?" he said, eyeing her with suspicion.
The woman smirked a bit before making her way over to him on all fours, the same way she had rescued him. "Name I gave myself is, Kat. But those buffoons referred to me as the last of the K series."
The white haired boy froze. K series. Then that meant she was like him.
He blinked at her, letting his eyes roam her body and notice what he hadn't at first glance. The fluffy ears sitting comfortably at the top of her head—much like his—the tail that swayed behind her, the clawed hand that played with the ironic bell choker around her neck and the slits for pupils. All of which he had.
"I call myself Kai," he said, guardedly.
"Kai," the male in the corner said, looking above the boys head and furrowing his brows. "The Japanese word for 'together'? How odd…Did you pick it for any particular reason?"
The amber eyed boy scowled. "Nah. It doesn't have any special meaning to me. Just saw some book and picked a word that seemed cool. I'm not all that fond of Japan for producing this Kira dude."
A grinned came to the man's features, one that left Kai unsettled.
"My, my, this child will have no problem assimilating with us!" Kat said, turning to thee girl she had first called Suture.
"Are you sure that is an entirely good thing?" Suture asked, her blue eyes showing him every ounce of worry that she was most likely feeling. "To get such a young boy involved?"
Stupid. Why where your heart on your sleeve? That'll get you killed, his other thought.
"I am certainly not going to involve him," Kat said, grimacing. "I abhor the fact that Near, Mello and Matt are involved with this mess, why would I let Kai over here see any more death than he needs to?"
His ear twitched simultaneously as his eye. I'm not a kid!
Kat turned back to him, "Anyways, Kai, as I stated; I'm Kat, of the K series. You're obviously of the Z series since you can comprehend humans far better than I ever could and you are what? Fifteen years at most?"
"Something like fourteen actually," he muttered, running a hand through his already messy hair.
"Well, these people are my…er, not friends since they loathe me a majority of the time. So…allies? Yes, that'll do. Miss Suture healed you and Mister Beyond making a mess over there set up the autopilot since my husband is working on a case."
Kai looked at her with wide eyes. "You're married? But you can't be nineteen!"
Kat snickered. "No. I am nearly thirty years of age. Being a hybrid has its advantages," she said, hazarding a look at the silver band on her left hand.
"I still don't think you're over nineteen," he murmured, giving her a suspicious look.
Her ear twitched. "You should. I have three five years at home waiting for me, a husband who might as well be five and three other 'sons' who refuse to let me fill out the papers to make them mine legally."
"Why're you telling me this? And what did you mean I didn't need to see anymore death than I already did?"
Kat looked a bit taken aback by his sudden barrage of questions but took a seat by him nonetheless and took one of his clawed hands in her own. "Tell me, have you heard of L and K?"
"Who hasn't? Last I heard of 'em the higher ups were figuring out a way to press charges on them for not bringin' Kira to 'em on a platter already."
Her lips curled into a ghost of a smile, "Well, you're sitting next to K. My husband L concocted this whole plan and we are still working our asses off trying to get Kira's head onto that platter. But he's one slippery prick."
Kai seemed to choke on air and felt her patting his back softly as he gathered his composure. "But why are you tellin' me this?! L and K are freaking secretive! Why would they care to share this stuff with some random hybrid?"
"Because she intends to take you under her wing—or paw, I suppose—and have you live with her family," Beyond provided once he saw Kat groping around for words in a very embarrassing and out of character fashion.
"Yes, what he said," she said, a slight frustration shining through her guarded eyes. "We are kindred spirits, as the humans say. And no one deserves to be treated the way we were."
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Light's internal grin was positively malicious as he finished pulling up information on the allusive K. Can't hide from God, K.