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Summary: Rin Asano was ordinary – well, that was a lie. Rin is everything but ordinary. But after she helps a young woman by sending an envelope to Sakura TV, she is placed under the suspicion of being the Second Kira. LxOC
Previously:
Rin suddenly felt dizzy. One of the things Rin hated in life was the unknown, and currently, that's all this case was. She needed to know exactly what was going on.
Chapter Ten
June 16th, 2004
Mari laughed as she leaned over the table, glee running through her veins. "This'll teach him not to do something like that again." She shut the notebook in front of her, putting it away in its usual hiding spot. She glanced at the time and took note that she only had to endure it for another hour. She stood up, holding back the bitter laughter from her throat and left the room. Soon enough, he will pay.
She skipped over to the kitchen in her glee, grabbing the tray before leaving to the living room. Fifty-nine minutes until he gets what he deserves. As soon as she entered the living room, all eyes were on her. As usual, she put a wide smile on her face, but for the first time the smile was actually real. She placed the tray on the coffee table in front of them, before stepping back and observing them.
"Mari, honey," A woman spoke, picking up a glass of tea from the tray, "Would you please get us some biscuits to go with our tea?"
"Of course, mother." Mari grinned before stepping out of the room, closing the door behind her. Instead of following her mother's orders like a good daughter should, Mari listened into their conversations.
"Are you sure that your daughter should hear any of this?" One of the men called. Another man scoffed, as if it were a joke.
"Of course it's fine. She's stupid and she's loyal. She knows better than to say anything bad against us."
"I guess. Now, more importantly, what of the deposit?"
"Yes, yes. Half has already been sent to your account, now do as you're told and finish the job."
"Good. As of the previous request, we could not complete it in time as our main assassin was captured."
"Jeffrey? Who could be smart enough to capture him?"
"It was L."
Mari left the door and went to the kitchen to ready their biscuits. They believed she was stupid and naive, that she couldn't put two-and-two together. That, however, wasn't the reason she didn't report them to the police. No, the reason was because she couldn't care less. Their business is what put money in her parents pockets and food on the table.
But her father had gone too far. She would teach him a lesson he would never forget. Mari was possessive, after all. Who did her father think he was, touching her things like that? How dare he throw Calypso away? Calypso was her favourite toy, after all.
He would pay for his crimes.
She returned to the room with the biscuits, before her mother told her to go away and play. After an hour of listening in to their conversation, she heard it. The screams of her father in pain. The thud. She smirked and walked away from the room, prideful in her revenge.
"You seem to enjoy the notebook." The hoarse voice came from behind her. And, oh, she did. She enjoyed it very much.
Rin's eyes opened wide. She looked around the room, wondering where she was. This wasn't her bedroom. When she remembered who and where she was, she sighed and fell back on her pillow. She never usually had dreams – the closest thing she came to dreams was that stupid Shinigami voice she kept hearing, so why did she have such a realistic dream?
Sighing, she sat up on her bed and reached out to grab her sunglasses. There was no doubt in her mind that L wasn't watching the monitors of her room, but instead was watching the three that were in confinement. It was 8:30 in the morning, the usual waking time she forced her body to adjust to after her confinement. Before she was suspected, her usual waking time was around ten, and only earlier if she had classes to go to. But since she had work to do now, she couldn't afford to lose the extra hour and a half.
She stood up and stretched, forcing her body to wake up fully. Despite her body clock waking her up at an early time, her body still wished to wake up at a later time every morning. Slowly and surely, she stepped over to the closet and took out a simple black shirt, jeans and a grey hoodie before quickly changing into them.
Now that the killings have started again, Rin knew there would be more and more work to do. Rin's mindset was beginning to go against Kira for the mere reason that he (or she – though, she was fairly sure it was a he) forced her to actually do work. It was unforgivable.
Half an hour and an empty bowl in the sink later, she left the room and made her way next door. She had been so relieved once L felt that Watari wasn't needed to escort her on her small trek across the corridor, even if he had placed cameras there just to make sure.
Without knocking, she entered to room to the sight she usually saw whenever she walked in. It was amusing to see that L had not moved an inch from his position from yesterday – the only thing different about him was the fact that he was eating chocolate cake instead of a strawberry shortcake.
She wondered if his ankles ever hurt due to his sitting position. Rin always had trouble sitting normally in the same position for longer than a few hours, and yet L not only sat in his position for days on end, but even slept in it. Why aren't his feet and back both broken by now?
One time, she had tried to replicate his position. Let's just say that it didn't turn out that well, and the chair she was sitting on broke along with her pride.
She sat in her usual chair and opened the laptop in front of her, waiting patiently for it to turn on. As she did, she glanced at the monitors in front of them to find the two Kira suspects slumped even lower than before, it that was even possible.
The Kira taskforce around her were doing the usual, boring investigating that she had been forced to do as well ever since the killings began again. She had already came to the conclusion that this Kira was different, due to the types of criminals he was killing. This Kira seemed not to care about the severity of the crime compared to the first Kira, and obviously wasn't much of a Kira supporter like the second Kira. If this Kira was like the second Kira, then they would act exactly like the first.
With that, she knew that this Kira would most likely have a personal agenda alongside all the criminal killings. Of course, all of this was just speculation on her part, and it could very well be the first Kira changing his killing style. She had already concluded that Misa was the second Kira, so it could not be her.
"Rin-san, do you want some coffee?" Matsuda called her out of her thoughts. She glanced at him momentarily before returning to her laptop.
"No thank you." She simply replied, typing away. Although she was a fan of coffee, she had a very specific taste that she could only find at the cafe near her house – and going there was just out of the question since she was under surveillance. She knew that the first thing she would do when she it set free is take a nice walk to the cafe and drink all of five cups of coffee. Maybe six.
Matsuda nodded and left the room to prepare the coffee he was making for the others. She lifted her head to look at L, who seemed to be staring at the monitor with intensity.
"Ryuzaki, if you think any harder you'll hurt yourself." She commented monotonously, staring back at her laptop screen.
"I doubt it is possible for me to hurt myself by thinking, Rin-san." He replied, still not averting his eyes from the screen.
"Mhm," She murmured, "Don't come crying to me when you somehow blow a vessel."
"Once again, I doubt that is possible." His eyes flickered to her for a moment before returning to the monitor.
"Well, you are either going to blow a vessel or lose your eyesight from staring at that screen all day." She commented, her voice still holding no emotion despite the obvious sarcasm in the sentence.
"We'll see." Was L's short reply, cutting off the conversation and returning to his thoughts. Rin sighed, not hiding the fact that she thought her being here was like torture.