I think … god hates me…I looked around the sunlit room at the five male humans talking about Kira and such and then at the calendar on my cell phone. Already 2004… wow, I can't believe I got kidnapped New Year's Eve…
A small beeping came from across the room, and alerted Watari of someone calling. "Yes… yes… please wait a moment," Watari said, and looked at L; "Ryuzaki, it's from Ukita-san at the other office. He says he's on the line with someone who has interesting information."
L nodded. "All right; tell him the number for line five, and have him ask the person to call back here." He then turned to Matsuda; "Matsuda-san, you can turn your cell phone back on. That is, please turn it on." As it was turned on, Matsuda's phone began ringing, and L grabbed it. "Yes, this is Suzuki, head of the information processing unit for the Kira case."
I began thinking and zoned out the conversation… I know who's Kira… but they don't. How am I going to convince L and prove to everyone that Light and his damned Death Note are behind this without going into his room and stealing it…? Anyway, if I did get it, I'd have to prove that it works, and who knows what Light's shinigami will do? Then I'd have to somehow sneak in there again without anything happening, and get back here to show him. Then again… Like I said, I'd have to prove how the Death Note works, which would mean killing someone. Maybe I could just use a death row inmate. Also, if I steal it, Kira will stop…
But wait…
Misa… I'd completely forgotten Amane Misa and her Death Note. She'll probably find 'Kira' and work with him… She didn't seem like the smartest girl ever. I know what I could do: I'll-
I jumped as Matsuda and Aizawa screamed out about something being illegal. "If that got out, there'd be a huge scandal. We'd all be fired. Not just that, we'd be arrested…" Aizawa added to whatever had originally been stated.
"So you won't risk your jobs? I thought you were risking your lives for this," L shot back.
"Who were the two NPA personnel that Penber was probing?" Soichiro asked L.
"Let's see, that's before Devember 19th," Matsuda murmered, shuffeling through a few papers, and stared in surprise at one paper. "Deputy Director-general Kitamura and his family, and detective-superintendent Yagami and his family..."
L nodded a bit, and looked at Soichiro, "I'd like to place bugs and hidden cameras in those two homes."
I stood and, as the men argued around L, who stood kind of silent except to add a few comments and such, walked across the room to where Watari was. All these people were so… boring… No investigation is much fun when you're 105 sure that someone's Kira…
January 8th, I stood beside L and next to Soichiro, watching TV screens showing video from camera's I'd set up previously around the two houses- Yagami and Kitamura. However, I left because I figured that
since Soichiro didn't know that I was his long-missing niece, he'd probably think I was intruding or something. I sighed and sat outside the door. Gee, that's the thanks I get. I set up all those damned camera's and I can't even watch what happens… stupid… men.
Dear Law,
If you are reading this, I'm most likely dead. . .
. . . . . . .. …. ………….
I poked my pencil at the paper and looked round at Ryuzaki, sitting with the other Task Force members, talking. I always wondered what I would nickname him if I called him his real name- Lawliet. It's such a nice name, really. Law I guess… iieto…? That sounded interesting…
The reason I was writing the letter for him was that I was going to try and confront Kira myself. Then I decided that I would instead take care of other cases given to L so that he could focus fully on Kira. I did really want to reveal the truth of Light's being Kira, but I needed to leave this to L.
I began pondering the future at this point. What should happen to me if L was to die? Would I need to follow the orders of some kid? I stood and walked across the room to my backpack type thing. From it I drew out a red covered notebook. A name in some oddly charactered language was scrawled on the front, and I knew it said Tsukaio. I tore one of the random middle pages out, and returned to my chair.
It was all a plan.
Somewhere in Aoyama, in a storeroom sat a young man by the name of Shain- the owner of the notebook I had in my bag. A few days ago Ryuzaki had touched the red-covered notebook. He'd been tied there for 150 days. It was amazing that he wasn't dead- of course I'd gotten people to feed him and such, but still. A shinigami sat in the corner of the room doing who-knows-what. Shain had a tie over his mouth to keep him from relinquishing ownership of the Death Note- the notebook.
Very confusing, yes?
Well this is the plan:
First I had found Death Note, but relinquished ownership and gave it to a friend's brother, Shain. That had been nearly 2 years ago. He killed only about 2 people with it before I sent a small gang after him- which is when he was gagged and tied up in a storeroom. His sister, my friend from a long time ago, and her family were told that he is on a certain mission that he cannot discuss and would be gone for quite a long while- 481 days, to be precise. One of my men was to attempt to kill Shain, but his shinigami, Tsukaio, would kill my man. This would result in the shinigami's death. If the shinigami did not kill my man, and Shain, instead, died, the ownership would be transferred to me, and the shinigami would have
to possess me, and I would then give the Death Note to L and relinquish ownership, and would sometime soon touch the Death Note. The shinigami would stay hidden because I'd learned that Tsukaio wasn't one to immediately show himself to the new owner of his Death Note.
The reason for all of this, you ask? Well Toidiami Kitsune is not my name. You probably know this because I was adopted by Toidiami Tori and William, so, even though it's what I'm called, it's not my name. No one, not even Quillish Wammy, knows my real name. Because of this, I couldn't be killed by a Death Note unless someone had the shinigami eyes- which would, then, be rendered useless because I only go into public with a black surgical mask over my face and my bangs covering my eyes. Because owners of the Death Note cannot be killed by a Death Note, L Lawliet would become the new owner and made safe from a Death Note's harm.
Anyway, if the shinigami did die and Shain was left alive, he would be released by the gang I'd hired and told never to talk, or he would die. In any case, I was going to have Ryuzaki touch the book in my bag at 5PM, the time that Shain was to be killed, and he'll be holding it if the shinigami dies. If not, he won't have to see Tsukaio- because, like I said, he won't appear- and he'll be safe still…
It seems foolproof, yes?
Let us hope, shall we?
Aoyama, Japan in a small storeroom…
Shain shook as the large man entered the room. Tsukaio lifted his head at the visitor, but Shain only knew this because of the jingling noise made by his necklaces. The man who entered held a large knife with a gleaming blade and brass hilt.
"Hey there, Shain- Guess what?" The man grinned cruelly and balanced the knife in his hand carefully. "You're going to die today."
Shain shook his head and cried, the tears making the gag in his mouth moist.
"Oh come, now, Shain- it won't be too bad," the man spat.
Tsukaio stood and retrieved his Death Note from a holster on his hip. He scribbled something down and as the man approached, dropped the Death Note. He stood beside Shain, who trembled at the sight of the blade about to pierce his throat. "I'm sorry, Shain-kun. This is all a plan, but I must go with it. Goodbye…" The man before Shain dropped the knife and fell, gasping for air as he convulsed on the ground for a few agonizing seconds. Shain stared at the dead man in shock, and then looked at his
shinigami beside him. Tsukaio's silver skin disinegrated into shining blue sand that fell silently to the ground. In moment the shinigami was reduced to nothing more than a pile of death.
Another man entered the room at this point and retrieved the Death Note dropped by Tsukaio. Somehow it lay untouched by Tsukaio's demise. Shain was silently untied and knocked out so that he could be taken elsewhere and return to his family. The dropped shinigami Death Note was sent to a post office PO box where it was to be picked up by Kitsune the next day…