My creative juices were flowing when writing this chapter. I hope you like it!

pwashington: Sorry about that, if found it very difficult to edit the last chapter, but I'm back now.

Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note, if I did the casting for the live action film would cast an Asian actor for Light Yagami.

Seika Moriyama is a soldier born into a location known as the Division. Everyone who resides at the Division is immune to the effects of the Death Note. For generations Division members have been aware of the existence of Shinigami and the Death Note. You can choose to live as a normal civilian or soldier. She is forced to go into hiding due to pending civil war and leaves with her Shinigami companion Zenma who has been in Seika's family for four hundred years along with three other Shinigami; Zeph, Kuro, and Cana. The Shinigami are more godlike and the humans are far more dangerous.

Reiji's Cover, Namikawa of the Yotsuba Group

"Hey Light, why is it that I'll only get a dozen apples for keeping what just happened a secret?" Ryuk asked the human. "I think I should get more."

Light sighed at the Shinigami's request. Just how many apples did he need? Light ignored the Shinigami and continued to walk home.

Surely if Seika found out what happened with Naomi Misora she'd be angry. That woman wasn't a criminal; she was just trying to avenge her fiancé's death. Even Light had to admit he wasn't the victim in this situation. Nonetheless, Light had to get rid of her, if he didn't he would've gotten caught. She was just another person getting in the way of Light's plan, just like Raye Penber.

On the way to Light's home, he passed by Seika's house. He briefly wondered what she was doing. He didn't know much about her, besides the stuff about the Division. He didn't know if she had any likes, dislikes, or any hobbies. What did she do when she wasn't around Light?

"I wonder if she's home," Ryuk said. "Let's go check."

Light ignored the Shinigami. He wasn't going to check up on Seika. There was no need; he'd see her in school.

"Fine, I don't need you," Ryuk remarked. The Shinigami flew in through the door, entering her house.

"That idiot," Light snarled. Thankfully he wasn't around any people. Why'd Ryuk have to see Seika? Light thought of the weekend as his break from her.

He had to go inside; he didn't like the idea of Ryuk alone with Seika. There was a chance that the Shinigami could give her unnecessary information.

Light sighed heavily before ringing her doorbell. Almost every day he questioned why he was stuck with such a stupid Shinigami. There wasn't a response; Light considered that maybe she wasn't home. He could possibly just leave without Ryuk.

Light heard the door being unlocked and he hoped it wasn't Kasuka. Light didn't like the older male. The soft smile that was plastered onto his face, gave Light the most uneasy feeling.

The door opened only to reveal an unimpressed looking Seika. She had bags under her eyes and her hair looked a little curly and damp. "May I help you?" she asked dully.

"You look awful," Light remarked.

Light's comment caused Seika to give him a snort. "It's nice to see you too. Can you explain to me why there is a clown-faced monster helping himself to apples in my kitchen?"

"To be honest, I don't really have one. There's never a good explanation for what Ryuk does," he answered.

"I suppose that's true, we'll since my beauty sleep was interrupted you might as well come inside," she said.

Light was slightly surprised at the offer, but nonetheless he walked inside of the big house. "It's really tragic how that's the result of your beauty sleep," Light joked.

"Ha, ha, very funny," she replied. Seika walked inside of the kitchen and Light followed. On the way he noticed a piano. "Ryuk, it's not very nice to go into somebody's house without permission."

"Sorry," he said with a mouth full of apples. He picked up another from the basket and dropped it into his mouth.

"Does Zen like apples as much as Ryuk?" Light asked.

"I don't think anyone likes apples as much as Ryuk," she answered. "Why did you come inside of my house anyway?"

"I wanted to know what you were up to," Ryuk responded. "Where's your brother?" the Shinigami asked.

"He had some business to attend to," she answered.

Light raised a brow at her answer. This was the second time she said someone had "business" to attend to. The first time she said it she was talking about Zenma. "What kind of business?" Light asked.

"The kind of business that isn't any of your business," she responded with a smirk.

Light rolled his eyes at the girl and Ryuk laughed. Why do I even bother, he thought to himself.

Light looked around the kitchen, and like the rest of her house it was pretty big. "I remember you said that some Reiji guy did the decorating for you, who is that?" Light asked.

Seika hoped up on the island bench to have a seat. "My uncle, he's the one who told me to come here in the first place."

Light pulled out a chair from the island and sat down. "Why did he instruct you to come here in the first place, if you don't mind my asking?"

Seika sighed, "It's a really long and personal story." There was no way Seika was going to tell Light anything personal about the Division. She'd just let him know the basics about her home.

Light narrowed his eyes at the girl. She knew so many things about him, but she wouldn't say a word about herself. Sure she did mention the thing about the doors, but still, Light wanted to know more.

"I noticed that there was a piano in your living room," Light said. "Do you play?"

"Yep, I usually play whenever someone pisses me off, it calms me down," she replied. "Back at the Division, it was recommended to find a hobby of some sort in order to keep your mind balanced."

"What made you chose the piano?" he asked.

Seika shrugged, "It sounds really pretty, I guess, and at first I tried art, but even my stick figures look so bad they'd give you recurring nightmares." A chuckle escaped Light's lips, which surprised Seika. "Did I just make Light Yagami laugh?"

Light rolled his eyes at her with a slight grin. "It wasn't a laugh, if anything it was a chortle, and I'll admit that what you said was kind of funny, but that doesn't mean that everything else you say is."

"Light you can deny it all to want, but we both know I'm hilarious," she said.

"Maybe Light doesn't find you funny because most of the jokes you make are Kira jokes," Ryuk articulated. "I think they're pretty funny, though."

"Why thank you Ryuk. So, what have you two been up to?" Seika asked.

Ryuk laughed the moment she asked the question. Light glared at the Shinigami and Seika raised a confused brow. "Did I say something funny?" Seika asked.

"No, not at all." Ryuk cackled.

Seika frowned at Ryuk before eyeing the Shinigami intently, she was examining him. Back at the Division a lesson they taught her was how to determine if someone was lying, Kasuka was the best in that field, at the moment she knew Ryuk was hiding something. "You're lying to me," she said to the Shinigami.

"I'm not," the Shinigami replied unconvincingly. He reached in the fruit basket and took another apple. The Shinigami quickly finished the fruit and reached for another. Ryuk groaned when he realized that he fished all of the apples.

"You know Ryuk, if you really want more apples all you have to do is tell what you two have been up to," Seika presented to the Shinigami.

The Shinigami's eyes shifted from Seika to Light for a brief moment. If he didn't tell Seika anything then Light would buy him a dozen apples. He had to stay calm.

Seika then focused her gaze on Light, who currently had his eyes set on the floor. "Yagami-boy, you've been awfully quiet, why is that?"

Light didn't answer Seika. He didn't know what to say. Ryuk completely messed things up.

"You know," Seika began. "I find it a little strange that Ryuk ignored my apple offer, do you know why that is?" Light was still silent, but now he leveled his eyes with Seika and he was glaring at her. "Tell me Yagami-boy," she drawled.

Light sighed, there was no use lying to her now. "Today I went to the police station to give my father a change of clothes and I met a woman there. She was the fiancée of an F.B.I agent I killed. He told her about that bus hijacking that I planned and she was able to link the information to Kira."

"So you killed her," Seika solved.

Light nodded at the girl. "She figured out that Kira could control the actions of people before their death. She was going to give that information to the Taskforce, so I did what had to be done."

"So let me get this straight, a widow wants to avenge the death of her fiancé, who you killed, and then you killed her. You are unbelievable Light."

"What do you mean, it was either her or me, she knew too much," Light defended.

This was exactly why he didn't want her to know. Light thought that they were arguing unnecessarily. He found the girl so unreasonable.

"You say that you're good and that you're 'helping the world', but in reality, you're also killing innocent people for your own selfish desires."

"I'm not being selfish," Light protested. Sure Light did want to become god, but his intentions were truly good. With him around the world is a much safer place, if he were to die then everything would go back to being rotten.

Seika snorted, "Sure you aren't, Kira." She knew that'd definitely make him frustrated.

Light gritted his teeth when he heard her say Kira. She was an expert at pushing his buttons. "How many times do I have to tell you to stop calling me Kira?" he asked exasperatedly.

"Why the hell did Ryuk even keep that a secret?" she asked, ignoring his request. "He wouldn't do that, did you bribe him with apples or something?" Light didn't respond, and Seika looked at him in bewilderment. "Oh my god you did bribe him, you're terrible!"

"Does this mean I'm not getting any apples?" the Shinigami asked.

"Of course not," Light snapped.

"I don't understand why you kept that a secret," Seika said with her arms crossed.

"Because I knew you react like this," Light shouted.

"Like what."

Light got up from the chair was getting ready to leave. He was done with the conversation. Again, he questioned why he was stuck to such an idiotic Shinigami.

"Wait a minute, you're not going anywhere," Seika protested.

Light ignored the girl and continued to walk.

"I said wait, Kira," she shouted. Light stopped in his tracks and slowly turned his head to glare at Seika. She gave him a malicious smirk.

"How many times do I have to tell you to stop calling me that?" he hissed.

Provoking him was way too easy; Seika was an expert at doing so. "You seem angry…Kira." Her smile deepened when he twitched his brow. "You know yesterday I thought that maybe you were kind of tolerable, but clearly I was wrong. You're still a sick freak."

Light huffed at her comment and crossed his arms over his chest. "I'm a sick freak, what about you? Don't forget Seika, you and I are one and the same. I've killed and so have you. When it comes down to it were both murderers, and we always will be."

"Don't compare me to you, you and I are completely different," she growled. "You kill for your own selfish purposes; I do it in order to protect my people. The Division is my life and as a soldier it's my responsibility that the civilians stay safe, no matter what, even if it means taking the life of another."

Light raised a brow at Seika. "Oh yeah, then what about the doors you saw. You said it yourself; you became a soldier in order to see them again. In a sense that's also selfish. I use the Death Note so that one day I'll become god; you became an assassin so the doors would open for you again."

Seika gritted her teeth at Light's words. "It's different," she hotly snapped.

"No it isn't. Seika, you aren't different from me. Whether you like it or not, if I'm a sick freak, so are you."

Light was satisfied when she didn't retort, he had successfully shut up her. She stared at Light with slightly puckered brows before looking away from the boy. "It's true that killing is the common factor that you and I share Light, but we're still different. You have more options than a person like me."

Light didn't respond to that, he didn't have a retort, or a simple reply for that matter. "I don't understand you," Light stated. "Are you angry with me, or disappointed?" he asked. He didn't know why he asked that question, but he really wanted to know her answer.

"I guess it's both, but it's more than just anger or disappointment, it's jealousy I feel towards you," she admitted.

Light was astonished by the revelation.

Why would Seika be jealous of me? If anything I'm pretty envious of her. She's immune to the effects of the Death Note and she has a powerful Shinigami, who's loyal to her. Not only that, but she's an assassin, she has battle skill. Odds are in a fight she'd beat almost anyone.

"You risk a lot being Kira. Light, you have a family that's stable, you have friends who are normal, you're unbelievably smart and you have one of the brightest futures ahead of you. You're endangering all of that, due to the fact that you're Kira. Is your ambition really worth risking your future?" she asked.

"My ambition is my future. My goal is to become the god of the New World, and I'll do whatever it takes to accomplish that. Even if it means I have to take away a few innocent lives in the process."

Seika eyes widened a fraction, but Light caught it. She walked over to him and grabbed his wrist. "Where are you taking me," Light asked as he was being dragged by the girl.

"Shut up," she grumbled. Seika opened the backdoor of the house and continued to guide Light. She felt Light tying to withdraw from her grasp and she smirked. "Are you scared?" she probed.

"No, I just want to know where you're taking me," he said. Light noticed a door that led to an underground room. "Do you have a cellar?" Light asked.

"Yep," she simply answered.

"Why are you taking me there?" he slowly asked. He continued to try to release his self from Seika's alarmingly strong grasp.

"I'm going to make you my prisoner," she answered darkly. She turned her head to look at Light. She was wearing a nefarious smile.

At that moment Light thought he had seen the devil. "Just kidding, I want to show you something." Her evil expression was soon replaced with a playful look.

Light looked at the girl with a puzzled expression.

How can she switch moods so casually?

She released Light wrist and opened the cellar door. "Go inside," she ordered. Light looked at the girl as if she was the craziest this he had ever seen. "If you don't go inside, I'm exposing you as Kira," she said dully.

"You wouldn't," Light said. Seika raised a brow and gave him a look that said try me. Light sighed heavily before descending the steps. "I hate you," he said to the girl as he entered the underground room.

"Flattery will get you nowhere, Yagami-boy," Seika smirked. Seika followed Light into the giant cellar and Ryuk flew inside.

Light and Ryuk gaped at the sight of the giant room. It was like a private arsenal of weapons. There were a variety of guns, blades, and bows.

"You know most people put wine, fruits, vegetables or wood in their cellars, not… artillery," Light stated.

"Yeah, well, I'm not most people. I work out and train in here," she stated. "All of the weapons belong to me."

Light continued to look around to chamber, it was unbelievable. "You can use all these weapons?" Light asked.

Seika nodded in answer. "Yeah, but I excel in swordsmanship, Kasuka is a master gunman, he never misses. Makoto specializes in hand to hand combat and Yukio excels with everything, but his preferred weapon is a sword."

Seika walked over to the sections were the swords were hanging. She carefully took two of them off the wall and crossed them together. They flashed in the lighting of the cellar. "These are my two best friends," she said to Light.

Light eyed the strange blades the girl was holding. He'd never see swords like that before, not even on television. They were both black and sleek; both blades had crimson red hilts. The hilts had somewhat of a handle on the sides which Seika put her hands through, her knuckles seemed to be guarded by the handles.

They almost looked ancient. What was really strange was that the blades were both curved. They looked like back-handed blades. Did Seika really use these to fight? "What kinds of sword are those," Light asked.

"These are scimitars; they originated in the Middle East. They were created around the time of the Ottoman Empire. You have to be pretty swift to handle these, so they're perfect for me."

"I've got to visit the Division someday," Ryuk said. Light nodded in agreement with the Shinigami's comment.

"Even though I am utterly fascinated by all of this, why are you showing it to me?" Light asked.

"Look around Light, what do all of these weapons have in common with the Death Note," she queried.

Light raised a brow at the strange question. "They're all weapons of murder," Light answered.

"Now what's different?" she asked.

Light was silent as he was thinking over an answer. Why was she asking this? Light tried not to question Seika, most of the time he wouldn't get an answer. "There's a one hundred percent chance of the victim dying when the Death Note is used, with weapons, sometimes you can't be completely sure."

"Precisely, my weapons and the Death Note are the same, but they're also different. Just like you and me. I will admit that you and I are pretty similar, but we're fundamentally different. So don't you ever compare yourself to me again, got it?"

Light was completely dumbfounded by Seika's words. She was dwelling on when he said that they were one and the same. All of this just to prove a point.

Light then realized that he and Seika truly were similar, but still they were different. They handled things differently. He couldn't help but smile at the girl. There was no other like Seika. "Gotcha, I won't ever compare myself to you ever again."

Seika looked a little surprised with Light. She didn't really expect that, and that smile was just completely bizarre. "Wipe that stupid smile off of your face, it freaks me out."

Light rolled his eyes at the girl. How did a simple smile freak her out? It was just a genuine smile. He really didn't get her.

"We should go upstairs," Seika said. She hung her scimitars back up on the wall and began to head out. Light followed behind the girl as they left the cellar. The two stopped moving when they heard the sound of growling.

"What was that?" Light asked.

"Oh, that was my stomach, I haven't eaten yet," she replied sheepishly.

"Why not?" Light asked.

"There isn't any food in the kitchen, and I'm broke so I can't order anything," she replied. "I'm gonna have to starve today."

Light rolled his eyes at the girl. "Make yourself look presentable," Light ordered. "I'll take you out to eat."

She ignored the presentable comment and gave Light a cheeky smile. "Is this your weird way of asking me out on a date, Yagami-boy?"

Light snorted at the question. "Don't flatter yourself, you're just lucky I'm a nice person."

Seika chuckled at Light's words. "I think you're the first serial killer to say that he's a nice person." Ryuk laughed at Seika's remark. Light on the other hand wasn't very impressed, but instead of letting her gauge a reaction out of him, Light stayed silent.

"Namikawa, you truly are an amazing addition to the company," his supervisor praised. "Please keep up the good work."

"Yes, I will. If you don't mind I'd like to go to my office now," he said. His gave his supervisor a curt nod before leaving.

He liked his job, although it was only temporary. If he was born into a normal society this would be his ideal lifestyle. He had high authority in the Yotsuba Cooperation despite the fact that he'd only been there for two months.

Reiji hated boredom, so he tried being active at all times. When he was finished working he'd search for new leads on Division Zero's whereabouts. Of course he'd also have to train between those times.

If there was one thing he hated about his job it was that the walk to his office was a long one. He knew that using an elevator was an option, but he had a fear of small spaces, so the stairs were his only option.

He was relieved when he finally made it to his office. He had no particular work to do in there; he just needed a bit of relaxation. He pulled out his keys from his pocket and opened his office door.

Reiji flicked the light switch to illuminate the large room. "Yo," a voice greeted smoothly. "It's been a while, two months to be exact."

Reiji's eyes went to the couch in the middle of his office and there he saw Kasuka, who was helping himself to Reiji's wine. "Kasuka," Reiji said evenly. "I was expecting your visit. I see you've already made yourself comfortable."

"Yep, this is a nice office you've got here, Vice President of Sales Reiji Namikawa, or would you prefer to be called Head of Division One Reiji Suguro," Kasuka questioned.

"Just Reiji's fine," he answered. The older man walked over to the couch and sat beside Kasuka. He took his jacket off and placed it on the leg of the sofa. "Since when do you drink wine?" Reiji asked. "That last time I offered it to you, you said it tasted like "goat piss". Although I have no idea how you know what the urine of goats tastes like."

"Yeah well, originally I was going to smoke a cigarette, but I didn't want to stink up this lovely office of yours, so I decided to go for this awful Pinot noir instead."

"How considerate," Reiji remarked as he poured himself a glass of the wine. He took a single sip of the alcoholic beverage before leaning back and crossing his legs. "So, how did you sneak in here?"

"There are tons of gaps in this company's security system, you should really talk to someone about that."

"Noted," the man replied. "I doubt you're here to engage in small talk, are you here to tell me how happy you are to see me alive?"

Kasuka chuckled at the older man's question. "Nope, to be honest I never thought that you were dead in the first place."

"So, did you even mourn me once?" Reiji asked with a smirk.

"Nope, I was too busy being tortured by Aevan." Kasuka bluntly answered. "That guy has some interesting methods of anguish."

Reiji frowned at the younger man. "Yes, Aevan was always pretty cruel when it comes to things of that caliber. How're you holding up?"

"I got a good night's sleep last night, so I guess I'm doing better."

"How did you get out Aevan's grasp?"

"My dickhead of a father busted me out."

Reiji rolled his eyes at the insult to Yoshitake. "Why must to refer to your father as something so vulgar and stupid, seriously where do children get their insults these days?"

"I get all of my insults from Makoto," Kasuka said with a slight smirk.

Reiji grinned at the sound of Makoto's name. He missed the flamboyant fourteen year old. "How is Makoto doing?"

"He's still angry and dramatic," Kasuka replied.

"That's good to know. You, Seika, and Makoto are a truly interesting trio, with the addition of Yukio of course. I would assume that Yukio is doing fine."

"Yeah, he is, his skill continues to develop incredibly. He'll be a rank one soldier by the age of eighteen. Unfortunately, he and Makoto still don't get along." Kasuka got up and walked over to Reiji's desk; he picked up his name plate and began to frolic with the item. "But I'm not here to talk about my brothers and sister; I'm here to talk to you about your actions."

"My actions," Reiji asked with a raised brow. "What could you possibly mean?"

Kasuka put the name plate down and sighed.

"Don't play dumb Reiji, why did you abandon the Division?"

He walked over to the giant window in his office to get a view of the beautiful city.

"Abandon, I'd never do that, I'm just taking a temporary absence. I'm sure Zenma told you why."

"Yeah, you left us because of your fixation with Division Zero," Kasuka replied in an icy tone. "Or should I say with your fixation on their leader, Akihiko."

The younger man turned his back on the window to get a good look at his superior.

"Fixation, is that what you think it is? I can't that I see it in such a way," The older man replied. Reiji took another sip from his drink, but his eyes never left Kasuka while doing so. "I'm just determined to find the biggest threat to our people."

Kasuka scoffed at the words that escaped the older man's mouth. "Are you more determined to find the biggest threat to our people or to find the man that killed Hiyori?"

The air was thick now; both men gave each other blank yet intent stares. "Both. I don't see anything wrong with wanting to find the man who slit my wife's throat." Reiji answered simply. Kasuka was mildly surprised that the older didn't dodge his question; Reiji was an expert at doing that.

"Honesty, that's pretty strange for you. I pretty much expected you to avoid my question."

Reiji shrugged. "Would you prefer if I lied to you?" The long haired man enquired. Instead of answering the rhetorical question, Kasuka settled for glaring at the older man. "Besides, lying to you is pretty futile."

Kasuka clenched his jaw; an action not missed my Reiji. He noticed that Kasuka was moving around pretty often. Usually during a conversation Kasuka would stay in one place, with a cool demeanor. "You seem pretty irritable, I won't mind if you smoked."

"Thanks," Kasuka grunted. He moved over to the large black seat behind Reiji's desk and sat. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes.

Reiji frowned at the sight. "It looks like your becoming dependent on those, that can slow you down when it comes fighting."

Kasuka clutched a cigarette between his teeth and rolled his eyes at the older man. "Yeah, Yeah, I'll quit someday." He took a lighter from his pocket and held it to the bud, lighting the cigarette. The younger man inhaled deeply and slowly freed the smoke from his lungs. "Where were we?"

"We were talking about my "fixation" with Division Zero," Reiji reminded. "I won't deny that my decision to fake my own death was selfish, but what's done is done."

"That answer was pretty nonchalant," the gunman stated. "You sound like Seika and we both know that's never a good thing."

"Speaking of Seika how is her job as a spectator going? I hope she isn't pushing Light Yagami's buttons too much."

Kasuka snorted before taking another drag from his cigarette. "We're talking about Seika here, of course she is. I told Light that we wanted him as a tactician at the Division, obviously for the plan."

"Trying to gain his trust before anything happens, that was smart of you," Reiji complimented. "But I remember Zen stating that if Light and Von do work together loyalty would be nonexistent, so how are going to earn Light's trust?"

"We're not, it'll be a futile effort trying to gain his trust, and he's too smart to fall for something like that, if anything I'm trying to confuse him, I want him to question our motives constantly until it leaves him feeling incompetent against the Division."

Reiji smirked at his nephew. "You truly are a genius, Kasuka," Reiji praised. "Then again, I did teach you everything you know."

"You're so modest," Kasuka said sarcastically.

"I'd like to know how the meeting back at Division One went, how did everyone take the news when they found out that I was alive?"

"They were shocked, of course. Yuusuke asked if I knew that you were alive the entire time," Kasuka informed.

"Yuusuke has always been a sharp one; he's an amazing addition to the Division. His skill in swordsmanship is truly impeccable."

"Yes, but he's too dependent on his swords. His combat skills need work. I tried to tell him that he should receive combat training from Akira, but he has too much pride to accept help from anyone."

"He'll come around eventually, Yuusuke is a complicated one, and he's very stubborn. He just needs to have a wakeup call."

The two men sat in silence for a while. In that time Kasuka lit another cigarette and Reiji poured himself another glass of wine. "You're better than me, Reiji," Kasuka stated, breaking the silence. "You're a veteran, I'm only twenty-one. I don't know the first thing about handing two hundred soldiers. Why did give me all of the responsibility of handling Division One?"

"After Division Four wiped out about fifty of our men, we lost most of our veterans. Kasuka, I know that you're young, but you were the best option. Kasuka, I decided to take you on as my pupil because I knew that you were born to be a leader. If it makes you feel better when I became head of Division One I had no idea how to do it either."

He gave Kasuka a reassuring smile. Kasuka didn't know it yet, but he was ready. "You should feel honored; the title as head of Division One is one of the highest titles of someone residing at the Division."

"You know I don't really care for titles. I'm an ancestor of the great Kousuke Moriyama; I was born with a high title."

"Then let me rephrase that, you were given a high authority, at the moment you are the leader of Division One, the original Division. Everyone will look to you now, until I'm back this is all of your responsibility."

"Wow, now I feel so much better about my position," Kasuka said as he threw his second cigarette in the garbage.

Both men turned their heads toward the door when they heard knocking. "Namikawa, we've got a meeting in ten minutes," the masculine voice said from behind the door.

Reiji sighed at the information, "Thank you, Higuchi. I'll be right there," he responded.

When Reiji heard retreating footsteps, he got up from the couch and walked over to Kasuka. "No worries, you'll be fine." He ruffled Kasuka's hair and smiled.

"I really wish you'd stop ruffling my hair, I'm not a kid anymore," Kasuka muttered as he fixed his hair.

"You are to me. I've got to go now, let yourself out whenever you like." Reiji walked over to the couch and put his jacket back on.

"Seika says hi," Kasuka informed.

"Tell her that I'll be paying her a visit soon, and also please inform the Division that I'm sorry for leaving them so unexpectedly."

"Will do," Kasuka replied. He watched Reiji walk out of the door leaving him alone in the giant office. "I was born to be a leader, huh. I really hope that you're right."

Please tell me what you think about this chapter. Next chapter will be good fun between Light, Seika, and… Hiromi.

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