Chapter Ten One Kira? Nahh Make it Two Double the Fun!
I'm only putting this A/N here because it's important, and I'll say it again later, multiple times. I have moved BB's death (yes, he's going to have a chapter all to himself) up a year, so instead of dying in 2007, he's dying in 2008. I mean, it's not like they announced it in the anime anyways.
The famous detective had decided to take the To-Oh entrance exams with Light, and to no one's shock he got I was still trying to figure out whether he did it to get Light's attention or to because he hates being anything but first. It was now early spring, but compared to the winter weather, it was warmer, I didn't need to hunt down my jacket just to sit on the roof of the newest hotel we were staying in. Hotel hopping, though changed the scenery was nice it took effort, and I don't like putting in effort.
Mr. Yagami was in the hospital, he had a heart attack due to stress. I was there when Light and L showed up. Now the Kira suspect knew I was "related" to L, our spur the moment cover still hold strong we were "cousins" after all. From what I could tell, he didn't panic when I told him that, he was concerned about his dad, and was suspicious of my actual intelligence level, he didn't want to be battling two L's if he was Kira, but his expression remained calm, his eyes mostly too concealed by his hair. To be honest I was surprised I got to look in his eyes as much as I did.
"Mr. Yagami! Don't look at the Light!" I said standing in front of Light in an "X" "You're too young to die! Wha-!" L grabbed my hand and I was jumping on one foot trying not to fall on my face as the teen walked in, his eyes pointed to me. He eyes shined in disbelief, saying "I can't believe she's supposed to be smart." Well, my IQ says differently Mr. Smarty-Pants. Everyone looked at me like I was crazy, that I had finally jumped on the crazy train. All aboard!
"Ebony, there is a time and a place for everything, but don't you think the hospital is the last place to make jokes?" asked the detective as he let me go once Light took a seat. I walked to the window and sat against the sill smiling. I turned and took in the foggy landscape. Light was acting calm, too calm. He was still hiding his eyes, and unless I knew why I really didn't like it when people hide behind something to cover their eyes. Matt's goggles was for protection when he played a game, for fashion, and because me reading people's eyes was as he put it "kinda creepy Eb."
"Aww come-on it was just trying to lighten the mood. Get it lighten? Old people are no fun, yes I know I just called you old Light, you are older than me," I kicked my feet out happily as the conversation was lost on me, I was in a good mood that day. I didn't really know why, I just was.
Right now however, having found out that Raye Penbar's wife, Naomi Misora had been missing for quite some time, about 4 months. My gut said she was dead, but my head didn't want to believe it. I put the blame on the fact she was in LA in 2002, I'll leave it there for now, it's a story that involves jam and blood and I still don't understand all of the details of the case, and I never will. We came to the conclusion, meaning L did, that if we were to look into this it would have to be separate, and we were going to have to use sketches. By that time everyone was looking at me. I looked up from my orange slice and scanned the room.
"What? Sure I can draw but I only recreate photos. I can't draw anything original without making it look like cartoons," I said innocently showing a cute picture of a person with dark hair looking slightly mad, in a bunny suit, holding a carrot and everything. We all turned our heads again as Watari quietly walked in, his calm face looking slightly distressed. The gut was going off, again saying something bad was about to happen. I hate it when my gut is right.
"Ryuzaki, there's something happening on Sakura TV, something terrible is happening," he said I picked up the remote and turned the small television on. I leaned back in my seat, sitting sideways like normal. I bit my bottom lip as nervous people stood behind me. The screen showed three people sitting behind a chair, stiff nervous. Understandable, they were anchors, if anyone was to worry about being killed other than criminals by Kira it would be them. "Hi I'm 'insert name here' and I am reporting live." There's the ingredients for Kira's killings.
"In other words all reporters and staff are Kira's hostages. It is also our duty as broadcasters to give you this announcement," said one of the reporters. I shifted my position to match L's, I found that it helped me think a little more, about 40% as L said when I asked him. Go figure right? The reporter said that he was going to show us something I turned to Matsuda, asking him for a bowl of grapes, with a smile.
"Sure Ebony," he said with a smile. Four months and by now Task Force was used to my quirks, I haven't pulled another big prank either, L made sure to keep me busy. Not only with case oriented tasks, but also with random puzzles. It kept me entertained, can't really complain can I? I also was becoming more of a night person, once a week I'd stay up and play some sort of game with L whether it be cards or chess or even charades, that was only fun because I was the one acting out random sentences. I actually got L to say "I'm a pretty princess." The game was no longer an option unfortunately. Oh well, it was fun while it lasted.
According to Sakura TV, there were four tapes, and they insisted that they were sent by Kira. What did they know? We were the police, we had the super geniuses, huh L and I need costumes…or at least a cape, yeah capes. I turned to the blue bowl of purple grapes nonchalantly as I gently grabbed two of them in and calmly ate them. The first tape predicted the deaths of two felonies, they must've died if they were saying this, but we needed the tapes to be sure. Rule…something-or-another on being a detective: Don't trust people's word, look at the evidence for yourself. The second tape had a message to the public, more specifically L if my thoughts were right on this. Why does he get all the fame? E wants to be famous too!
"This has to be another fake you think?" asked Ukita. Matsuda said he didn't think so, and I slightly nodded my agreement to the bearer of grapes. The screen turned white, black letters spelling out Kira. There was some ruffling of papers, as if they weren't ready for the tape to begin. The person cleared their throat. How unprofessional, and clearing your throat doesn't help either whoever you are!
"I am Kira," whoever recorded the tape said. I tuned everything out at that point, listening to only the dubbed voice. Direct, this is how I would describe how he…she was coming forth about this. Something about this didn't scream Kira to me, and I've been here for four months, I was pretty sure I could deem this person of being the real Kira pretty easily. I've read a psychology text book out of boredom! I have evaluated what I've thought of Kira, and so far this wasn't him. "If this video is aired on April 18th at exactly 5:59 PM as I requested then it is now 5:59 47…48…49. Please turn the channel to Tauo TV the news anchor Mr. Kazuhiko Hibama will die of a heart attack at exactly 6 o'clock." There was a collective gasp as L in a panic yelled for the channel to be turned. I juggled the remote, I don't remember putting butter on this thing, and pointed the remote to the TV. We stood, or sat, in a momentary shock as we saw a news crew gathered around the anchor mentioned, he laying back in his chair…dead. My blood ran cold, my eyes widened as I bit the inside my lip.
"How could he?" asked Ukita shocked. I felt my expression harden, something was still off. He was an innocent person! This isn't Kira, this is someone else, my mind was made up, I just needed proof, or more weight to this theory. Forget that for a moment though. My question is, how? How did this man, or woman, get the same weird ability Kira has? Something wasn't adding up. If this person has Kira's ability does that mean anyone can? If that's the case, we should be scared beyond our wildest dreams.
I looked at the horror filled faces of Task Force, if anyone could have this power, could it be passed like a virus? If that's the case the most exposed would be Mr. Yagami, two kids who go to school and could be exposed. Nobody would report having this ability as well, the fear of being killed by "patient" zero, Kira, was too much.
"If this is Kira than he has no remorse for these deaths, though…this isn't his style," I said calmly, I had a feeling I was the calmest person, that showed emotion in the room at that moment. I didn't know how long this was going to last, I mean I'm not exactly known for ignoring impulse. I turned the channel back at L's request, he also asked Watari for 2 more TV's. I looked at him for a brief moment before turning my full attention back to Kira. This was bothering him just as much as it was bothering me, it was evident as he bit on his thumbnail.
"I will present you with another victim. The next target is NHN TV commentator Mr. Seiji Kumeizumi who is schedule to appear at a live broadcast. He too has guilt to defy Kira." There was another yelled request I turned the channel, I was positive that our expressions were the same. Locked jaw, brows slightly furrowed to maintain a flat expression without anyone else picking up on how mad we were. Sure enough there was another dead person on live TV. I turned it back once we confirmed this death. "Now that you see proof of my power, you should have no trouble believing I am Kira." I was in shock, this was mad, this was wrong. I'm not justifying Kira's actions at all, but this person is stepping far out of the line that Kira has repainted. This was pure murder, almost like worship by the tone of voice changing slightly when this Kira said their "name."
Something else was really standing out to me, proving the first impression that this was a fake. If this really was Kira, wouldn't it of made since that the wording was different? Instead of saying that they were defying Kira, wouldn't the wording be instead "for defying me?" That made more since, as Kira from what I could tell was prideful and arrogant. He'd proudly proclaim himself as Kira once, but after that he'd go and say "me" taking a pride-filled stand on what he's done admitting to be the killer that everyone knew him to be.
"Stop this broadcast, we can't allow him to finish!" yelled L causing me to jump out of my train of thought. "Kira" still not knocking out the possibility this is the real Kira, might've thought of this. The chances of the police being able to stop this are slim. I turned toward him as Matsuda and Aizawa went to the phones trying to get a hold of the TV station. This was to no avail, Aizawa's contacts weren't picking up, neither was the front desk.
"Dammit!" yelled Ukita running for the door, this is the first time I said sentence that had any emotion in it since the broadcast started. I stood up and clenched my fists at my side. My expression was showing what I felt, frustration being the dominant emotion. This was too dangerous, and I'm all for risk taking but this was too far, too crazy.
"Ukita! Think about this hard before you go. Kira needs a face and a name. He will get your face if you go out there and if he does get that then your chance of getting killed goes up, there's no doubt news cast there, or worse yet Kira himself." My voice was hardened with my frustration, my hair fell into my face, I needed to cut my bangs, they were getting too long.
"I don't care I'm stopping this broadcast!" I sighed as he opened the door and slammed it shut. I shook my head and turned back to the screen, running my hands through my hair. I sat back down in the chair, can't say I didn't warn him. Sitting was almost impossible, I wanted to go out there myself and find Kira but for all I know the guy, or girl still convinced this is a third party, is sitting at home eating a Twinkie while this was happening.
"People of the world please listen to me. The last thing I want to do is kill the innocent. I hate evil and love justice. I've always thought of the police as allies, not enemies. I intend to create a new world, that is free from evil. If you agree to join me I know we can make it happen and I promise if you try to catch me, the innocent will not die. Even if you don't support me I request you keep showing criminals in the media. If you can do that you will be spared. All you have to do now is be patient. I will create a better world we can all enjoy. Say goodbye to the world as you know it, soon we will have a world ran by honest people. Imagine a world where the police and I-"
I turned toward L, he was getting just as frustrated as me, he was biting his thumb as the expression that I was used to be completely neutral was now slightly more irritated than it was a few minutes ago. My face was set in a scowl, I was having a hard time sitting down, I was going to have to start pacing. Watari walked in and hooked up the TV's turning one onto the news. I looked at it, dropping the grape I had in my hand. No…
"Ukita…" I said distantly. He was laying on the ground right in front of Sakura TV's station, limp. He was dead, end of freaking story. Kira had gotten to him, April 18th, 2007 at about 6:12 PM, rest in peace friend. We knew there was a police information leak so there was a possibility that Kira already knew the real names of the police task force. Meaning L, Watari and myself were the only ones "safe." My stomach dropped in fear, the first time thus far I've felt this emotion this strong in years.
"Mr. Aizawa!" said L, almost in a growl I clenched my fists, that idiot! I stood up, I could stand it! The chair I was sitting in crashed to the floor as I bowed my head and pulled my lips back in anger. I walked around the hotel room. Damn Kira! "Where are you going?" I closed my eyes and started pacing, mumbling under my breath curses aimed toward Kira, not all of them were in Japanese and English either. My hands were interlaced with each other and were resting on the crown on my head.
"Where do you think I gotta go there!" declared the afro man. I stopped walking and bowed my head again. My fists clenched and acting totally on impulse I punched a wall. Everyone then turned toward me as I held my fist to the wall and used my other fist to punch the same wall. I let my hands slide off of the wall and then leaned against the wall, eyes closed as I held the bridge of my nose.
"You can't! Think about this rationally Aizawa!" I will hand it to him, I was mad, he was mad, we both were acting on impulse, me more so than him, he was at least listening to me. My voice didn't give this emotion away, it was a monotone, I let my body language speak for me. "If you go out there do you know what'll happen? We'll be digging two god damn graves instead of one. Do you want that Aizawa? Do you want to die doing something so stupid, stupid people think it's stupid. Use the head you have under that afro!" Aizawa growled at me, as I lifted my head from the wall and looked him in the eyes.
"You said Kira could kill without a name! So how could this happen!" He yelled as Matsuda said the fake ID's didn't work. He then asked if Kira had all their names yet. I finally let out my anger, yelled out my frustrations, the questions on the current situation stopping as I slid down the wall and growled at Kira. All Kira needed now was a face? This barely made since.
"That's a definite possibility. However, if that was the case you would think it would be easier to kill the entire task force before making a move. Initially I deduced that Kira needed both a name and a face to kill, but from what we've just seen I seems entirely possible that Kira could kill with only a face. All I know for sure is that Kira is either in that TV station, or he's somewhere close by, in a place where he could watch everyone who enters the building." This was starting to get interesting, I was almost fully convinced that we were dealing with another Kira, or the first one has retired and there is still only one, but then we would've seen a change in the killings wouldn't we?
I started pacing again slowly, now the only people paying attention to me was Watari and Mogi. I tuned out Aizawa's irrational yelling and L's calm responses. I was pushed out of the way as he grabbed L's shirt in anger, demanding to know why he had asked if he was willing to put his life on the line to catch Kira, why they were still there idling watching him kill. I slid on the floor in my socks and snapped again, seriously people who act like this shouldn't be put in the same building together. I reacted and pulled Aizawa off of L, I then looked him in the eyes and started my own rant on why going to Sakura TV was a bad idea.
"Aizawa! Putting your life on the line to catch Kira by investigating and going to Sakura TV right now and getting killed are two totally different things. Even if Kira is in the area, we don't know where this person is, this gives said person the advantage and more time to kill us. Now let's think like people who don't have a short fuse and more like Kira. Why is he now choosing to make a broadcast?" I paused for a moment and exhaled loudly. "I didn't come here to watch as you commit suicide." I sat back down and buried my face in my hands. There was a moment of silence.
"Please control yourself, we've lost Ukita. I understand you want to go over there, but if something were to happen to you as well…" he didn't finish there was no need, the fact his hands were gripping his legs to tightly said it all. I gently put my hand on his shoulder; he turned toward me as I saw that our distressed expressions were matching. I buried my head in my knees as I hugged them to my chest.
I jumped as the sound of glass breaking from the news TV rang through the now silent hotel room. I saw a truck, it ran into the Sakura TV building. Now, who could that be? "Ryuzaki, I'm not going to be getting much sleep." He nodded as he asked for officer Kitamura's number, giving him orders to stand down, the police and everyone. There was another call by Watari, the phone was handed to L, arranging Chief Yagami to go out the front door in 5 minutes, getting protection by the police. It was actually kind of cool to watch him talk from phone to phone.
We watched from the TV's as officers who's faces were completely covered made a cover in the front entrance to that Chief Yagami could leave without being seen. I gave the screen a small smile as the get-a-way car drove off, as the announcer said the police was against Kira. Take that mass murderers of the world named Kira, no matter how many there were of you, seriously wasn't one enough?
I exhaled a sigh of relief, and leaned back. This wasn't a plot to lure us out. I was positive of this. Kira simply wanted to spread a message to the world. Direct, it was too direct. Kira isn't that direct on what he set things up to where a normal person would look at it and come to one conclusion while people like L and myself looked at it and saw something else that everyone else agrees to once we point it out. Other than the obvious "Hey Kira, look at me!" message there wasn't anything hidden that was worth noting.
"Chief Yagami!" I said, as well as everyone else but L as the tired man walked in. There's our soldier of war. I jumped over the chair, landing on my butt before standing up and taking some of his weight off of Watari, the bag in his hand given to L. "Come-on soldier. I'm sure your commanding officer demands you to take a load off. You earned it. While I'm on this subject I'm Admiral Ebony." Mr. Yagami scoffed slightly as Watari and I started walking toward the couch.
"Mr. Aizawa will you please take this to the crime lab?" asked L looking into the bag. The afro haired cop still had some friends, it was good that he had all these connections, it was really helping. "That's good, please do so. In the meantime, Ebony and myself will be watching the tapes." I nodded, with a determined smile on my face. Ukita's death won't be in vain. Kira will be caught, and I will be a factor in his arrest, even if I have to sneak off to be a part.
"I thank you for your help, I think it'll be in our best interest if you all got some sleep," I said with a sleepy smile. Everyone in the room looked at me as I pictured Ukita's corpse in my head. I clenched my fists. Now, I've never legitimately hated anyone, great dislike sure, but hate never. Not even Mello when we had first met.
"What about you Ebony?" asked Matsuda. I shook my head, telling him to not to worry about me, that I would be fine, I was getting used to pulling all-nighters. There was a forced chuckle that passed through the room as I sighed and asked for Matsuda's phone. There was something that anybody else might not think of doing considering what had happened.
"Hello?" asked Mrs. Yagami from the other line of the phone. I could hear the worry in her voice, my hunch was right, the cop went off without telling anyone anything. This guy lives and breathes work doesn't he? Might as well get to the point and do what I was planning on doing when I called her. She knew I was with Task Force a lot, but as far as she knew I wasn't an active member.
"Hi Mrs. Yagami, I'm just calling to letting you know that Mr. Yagami is here with the investigation team, safe and sound," I said forcing my voice to sound perky. There was a sigh of relief on the other end of the call. Just doing my job as a member of society, it's the least I can do, tell them their husband is alive.
"He is? Can I talk to him?" I turned toward the still weakened chief and said that he was asleep, and that I'd let him know when he woke up. "Thank you Ebony," she said. I pulled the phone from my ear and hung up, handing back to its owner, turning to L as he handed me a tape. I looked at it and nodded, it was the tape from today, alright. Time to play the pronoun game!
"This is the tape from tonight, I'll see if I can take the dub off," I said as he nodded, putting the first tape into a VCR, sitting back as it started playing. I crouched in the chair next to L as the door of the hotel opened, and closed. I had handed the tape to Watari, asking if he could convert it to an audio file on the computer, he nodded and walked out with the rest of Task Force.
"Hey L, correct me if I'm wrong but haven't we already established that names that were spelled wrong, or names without a picture and their corresponding criminal didn't die? By the fact Ukita went there, and well we saw what happened, all of Kanto Japan did. Should we consider that there might be another Kira as well as the possibility that Kira knows our names and faces?" I asked while nibbling on a piece of star fruit, it was quickly becoming one of my favorites. L put his thumbnail, habitually in his mouth and paused, not meeting my eyes.
"I see, I have also thought about this myself. However there is no evidence to support this."
"Yet," I muttered under my breath smirking.
"Hmm?"
"Yet, there's no proof yet. I may not the best person to be messing with things like a dubbed file. I learned a thing or two from Matt when I was at Wammy's. I can at least distinguish the voice from male and female, though it'll take me all night. I'm not getting any sleep anyways though, might as well be productive." I smiled and stole the strawberry from L's cake with a smile. He glared at me as if I committed a sin. "What? It was a strawberry, it's not like I took the whole cake."
"Yes, but I happen to enjoy the strawberries," L mumbled as he ran his fork through the icing, looking at the spot where the strawberry was on longingly. I put the bowl of fruit on the armrest of my chair. Man for someone who doesn't know much about socializing he knew a lot about making people feel guilty.
"These are sweeter than strawberries, I like them." L looked at the chopped up fruit slices in question and eventually took one, chewing on it lightly before smiling and sticking the entire fruit in his mouth. Though, smiling was an overstatement, it was more like a slight grin. "See? I was right wasn't I?" I raised my eyebrows and voice, pointing at L in a hyper fashion.
"I will admit you were right, the star fruit is sweet." We hadn't noticed, or I hadn't, that the video had played through, and Watari had walked in kindly waiting on the two of us to stop our friendly quarrel. I turned toward him and he nodded. I smiled and went to my bedroom and grabbed my laptop and earbuds, walking into the main room, allowing the laptop to turn on as I bounced into the kitchen, making coffee. Super sweet for L, and sweet for me, I walked in putting his cup on the table, taking a small drink before sitting sideways on the soft chair.
I balanced the laptop on my stomach and put the left earbud in, opening the video file and a voice disguising program, trying to remember what Matt had said, it had literally been years since I've done this. I tried raising the pitch, trying to make the voice at least sound humane, the dub was so low it was like someone breathed in the opposite of helium. I am no chemist, not going to be either so don't sue me for not knowing something. I tried raising the pitch little by little, until it was just overly synthesized, though enough to where the owner of the voice still couldn't be told from male or female.
I looked up from the screen as the video, now being replayed, was on the part where "Kira" reveled which criminals "Kira" had killed to prove to Sakura TV that this Kira was in fact Kira. I went through the files of criminals in my head, interesting. I paused the audio file on my laptop and pulled out the earbud, letting it hanging around my neck.
"42% chance there is another Kira in my opinion," I whispered to myself. "These criminals aren't well known. So much so that the police hasn't released their names or faces on the news, mainly in news papers." I remembered looking at these killings when they turned up yesterday. I paused and thought about it for about five minutes deciding to wait to see if they continued before raising a red flag.
"Yes and Kira kills criminals that have been shown on the news or internet, this is uncharacteristic. Also, this Kira is offering to work with the police, so far the Kira we've been fighting has shown no want to work with us." I nodded in agreement, there was a hopeful note in this Kira's tone, like Kira wanted to join the world, much like a female.
"25% chance this Kira is a female." L looked at me, his hair laying around his eyes, the unspoken question between us. "I don't like using pronouns unless I am almost positive the person I'm using the pronoun for is actually that sex. Meaning I won't be saying 'he' regardless even though it's dominate in our society. Oh! Hey Matt." I saw his smiling face popped up on the screen unexpectedly, I looked at my watch, yup perfect timing on his part.
"Hey Ebony, what's up?" He asked innocently, unaware of what had just happened, I wouldn't expect him too, it wasn't due to be on the internet for another two hours. When it did, he was going to bug me about not warning him. Sometimes that guy was like my mom, but it would've just been something we'd talk about for two minutes and then move on.
"Just working on the case, pulling another all-nighter." I altered how the windows on my screen were arranged. Each program was shrunk so that it only took up half the screen and tried to pick out the synthesized voices out of the main file.
"Talking with L again?" I shook my head, and his eyes grew wider. Back at the orphanage I never stayed up all night, but I was famous for changing what I did to help understand those I considered close. Staying up with Matt to hang out, waking up early to bug Mello, playing chess once a week with Near. "What happened?" he asked suddenly panicked. I turned toward the screen and gauged where I thought his panic level was.
"It'll be on the internet in a few hours, sure I know the details having witnessed it myself but most of it is at this point classified. There are going to be a report of three deaths, the first one was one of Task Force." I said this nonchalantly, no emotion in my voice much like L. I saw the concern in my….best friend's eyes. Hey, that reminded me of something. "Hey Matt, are we a couple or not, I want to know how my head should label you." All concern left Matt's eye, that's me worrying about the wrong thing at the wrong time. He smiled and shook his head, making his hair fall in front of his eyes that were already covered by his goggles. Did I mention I hate when people do that?
"Really Ebony, you're going to worry about this now?" I nodded as I played the video on new settings, nope, that wasn't it, sounded like a demon, quite the opposite of what I needed. "Eb, how about we worry about this when you aren't working." I shrugged and agreed reluctantly.
I frowned at another failure of the removal of the dub. I tried something else, smiling as the voice blend was finally one. "Ryuzaki, listen! Matt be quiet." There was a salute from the gamer as I muted the microphone, unplugging my earbuds and pressing play.
"I am Kira," said the voice in a clear female tone, it was still muddled. The chances of us finding the actual person who made these videos wasn't on our side, but we now have a smaller pool of possible suspects, and to me it made a difference, I could now use a pronoun. Someone make a cake, and we need balloons, a banner that says "it's a girl" would be appropriate too.
"Kira, or this Kira is a she," I stated happily looking at the detective. He nodded slowly, saying that until we had better show this to Task Force in the morning. I smiled wider and unmuted the video chat. "Sorry, I just made a break through. Thanks again for teaching me what I know about computers." Matt looked at me a little confused, but smiled.
"It was my pleasure milady," he made a small bow. I rubbed my eyes and took another drink, coughing at I found my coffee was cold. I looked at the clock, it was already two in the morning, I could've sworn it was only half past nine. "Later than you thought?" I nodded pushed my hair behind my ear. Well, good thing this thing called a microwave was invented, to the heat box…thing. Never mind, it's too far.
"Thought it was 9:30, oh my how time flies, no point in going to bed." I was handed a packet of paper. I took it and furrowed my brow in confusion."What's this?" I asked looking at L, or more specifically a mound of hair. The detective didn't look at me, in fact I was pretty sure he was avoiding my gaze. Why?
"It's a packet of dead criminals from today. Please look at page three." I shrugged and did as he said, my face falling in shock as I found a name that I wasn't expecting to see. I mean I was, but I didn't think it'd be there. The name of the criminal was a man, from America in the LA area. He was convicted years ago, not well known because it was a gang versus gang murder. That man killed my parents and little sister. He was dead, heart attack by the hands of Kira.
My face fell, Matt was calling my name worried. "I'm going to have to call you back, you have school tomorrow you need sleep, I'll see you on CoD." He nodded slowly, reluctant to let me go shining through his goggles.
"Alright, talk to ya later Ebs." I gave him a small smile and closed the lip of my laptop slowly, sitting back so that I could hug my knees to my chest. I put the laptop on the floor under my chair and started looking for his file. Stopping after a moment as I bottled up my emotions for a minute, I needed to think about this.
I should be happy, Kira killed the man that killed my family. The man that ruined the happy life I had. He that took away everything that I held close because someone told him to, he could've said no. I should be happy, and I would have if I didn't fight for this man's life. Yeah, it was me who stood in front of everyone and told the court that the death sentence wasn't the right one. I shook my head and sighed. "Damn you Kira," I muttered clutching my jeans in anger.
"I thought you'd be happy, the man that killed your family has been killed," said L. I shook my head and let my hair smack me in my face. "You played a part in saving him, why did you do it?" I paused and looked in the detective's onyx eyes, my face still flat in expression.
"I fought for a life sentence in court rather than convicting him to death," I said looking toward the ceiling. "I won by stating that the people of the court wouldn't be any better than him if they killed him for his crimes. I won."
"That's very noble, though I still don't understand why you fought for him." If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't have been sent to Wammy's, wouldn't have met Mello, Near. I wouldn't have met Matt. Who knows what I would be doing. Probably get involved with gangs or something interesting and entertaining. Normal life is boring.
"I figured that if I could fight for him it would let him know that I saw my family's deaths coming and that I didn't blame him, if anyone I blamed my idiot of a father, though it wasn't his fault." I pushed my hair behind my ears and stuck the last piece of fruit in my mouth chewing on it thoughtfully. "Kira makes it sound that I was wrong to save him, but I know I was right. An eye for an eye doesn't seem right, in that situation. But I if given the chance I will kill Kira." L curtly nodded as we continued listening to the tapes over, nobody saying anything, keeping what we thought to ourselves.
This Kira wanted to see L's face, only his. I pursed my lips, from what we've seen Kira to the second power only needs a face, we could put up a fake like we did with the original Kira and not reveal his name, watch to see if he dies like Lind Tailor did, and then share the secret again. If this was the original Kira he wouldn't try this, the first one he'd be expecting this and wouldn't even try killing "L" in the fear of being pointed out as a fool again. He's not stupid.
"Face, she only needs a face," I said quietly, getting up to make another cup of coffee and refill my fruit bowl. "If she needed a name like the first Kira, than she'd be asking for both your name and a face. If she plans to kill you, which is about a 75% chance in my opinion, than this proves that the second Kira doesn't need a name, only a face." I crouched back on the chair and took a drink of the coffee.
"I think we should consider allowing Light Yagami joining our investigation," mumbled L. I coughed as I spit out the coffee, spit take. That's two now, can I stand any more surprises? Though, the cold coffee barely counted. I looked at him, making sure he wasn't pulling my leg. L wasn't one to joke around though, he means what he says. I straightened my back and scratched the back of my neck in thought.
"It'll be easier to keep an eye on him," I said scratching my head. "And if he truly is Kira it'll become more evident the more we watch him, and you won't have to worry about maintaining appearances at school." I put the mango bits in my mouth. "If he really as smart as we're thinking he is then he'll have no problem validating our hunch, they'll trust him more than us."
"That's precisely the reason I have for wanting him to join our investigation." I nodded as I shifted to that I was hanging upside down in the chair. "We'll have him review the tapes, to see if he came to the same conclusion."
"And if he does, our hunch has some ground. What about his suspicion, it'll be at a standstill, the more he follows our thoughts both his innocence and guilt rise. Especially if he says something we haven't thought of before, then the guilt goes up a little." He hopefully wouldn't be so guilty as try to convince us of a lie. If he was smart he knew how smart L was and would think that L could see through his ruse, if L didn't I could.
"I agree, but if he's truly innocent it'll become obvious to us at some point before this investigation is over." I nodded and stretched my arms. It was going to be an interesting time tomorrow once Task Force came back. I tapped my feet together as I sat up and shifted through the files, again, finding the one of my murderer. I read it over, he had been looking for me for the past couple of years, not saying why. It almost made me feel bad that I had disappeared from my old life, my birth name never to be used again.
"He wanted to talk to me, been looking for me with the limited resources he had. Now I will never know what he wanted, though after Kira started killing I have no doubt he had written it down and hid it his cell, probably within the stones." I stood up again and went to take a shower, going over everything we had on the second Kira.
Sorry this is a little late, (6 days apposed to my 3-4 days) if you noticed that it was at all. I've gotten to the part of the series that I've been waiting to get to for like ever! Needless to say I'm excited and saddened at the same time, I think the rough draft is almost done.
IN OTHER NEWS! (Meaning read) I have been thinking about making a prologue to Ebony story, ya know her going to Wammy's meeting Matt, Mello, and Near and befriending them, maybe solving a "great Wammy mystery" I mean, it is Ebony for Pete's sake. PLEASE let me know what you think. I also have a sequel, so that's a possibility of two more "books" IF you guys want the prequel to Ebony's story.
My idea overload rant is over. That's to everyone who had reviewed, favorited, alerted, or simply read this story up until this point.
To: Skyerider
Pie: I'm glad that you couldn't wait to get to this point!
To Kashgal and Natures Ruler:
Ebony: I'm going to hate myself later for doing this…but come-on Matt, we're helping Mister Princess Blondie.
Mello: Hey!...Ya know I'm going to shut-up because if I don't I might lose my help.
Matt: Why are you bringing me into this? I haven't been involved yet. *gets pulled by Ebony* Fine, I'll help, but you owe me!
Ebony:I can live with this. Japanese release of a Final Fantasy game good?
Matt: ….
Ebony: AND I'll get you a PSN card thing…happy?
Matt: And a date?
Ebony: Really? That's the selling point? Of course you red-headed goofball *inward Ebony is having a party in her head*
Pie: Could we get back to these sandwiches? We still have 85 to make before we can slip Mello away into my hidden bunker and pretend we don't know where he….oops.
Ebony: Pie! I thought you were supposed to be like 8th in your class. Doesn't that automatically makes you smart, right?
Mello: You're apparently smarter than me, I've yet to be convinced of this "fact"
Pie: You know we can stop helping you at anytime, do you really want to insult her while she's insulting me?
Mello: Don't tell me, it's one of those "you mess with her then you're messing with me too" kind of things.
Ebony: Well I do live in her head…
Matt: Guys…the turkey "sammich" wall is done.
Pie and Ebony: *Drag Mello to hiding place*
To Guest (sorry it didn't show your name DX)
Pie: The Lion King is one of my favorite kid's movies. It's like I'm magic XD I think it's because I've seen the sequel a couple of weeks ago and I was just thinking about it…OOOORRR because I randomly say that around my friends.
The character development really takes a load off of my shoulders, that's honestly the only reason why I started writing Fan Fiction, my characters in my original stories seemed too linear. It started with one, and I ended up trashing that one…and now I am not writing any original stories BUT I am thinking about starting one inspired by Kuroshitsuji but at the same time I might turn that into a Fan Fiction too XD.
Thanks for reading!