Emi: I do not own Death note, just my OC's. Because if I did own death note, it would have been a living hell... Seriously.
It's been like L never suspected me. He's never brought it up, or sprouted out how my likelihood of being Kira has lowered or increased. But his soul-seeing eyes burning a hole into my brain tell a different story. Every time I turn around I fell like some one's staring at me. And when I turn around, there he is shamelessly staring at me like if he looks away I explode. He doesn't even blink.
Well it hasn't been that long. It was eight now. He he had interviewed me late last night. Or early in the morning. I'm not really a clock person. But I had come 45 minutes early to look over everything, and make sure I didn't miss anything. Even though I knew the series, it was thrilling to learn about what they were reading while I was watching.
Anyway. Akiko was covering my shift, since it was Saturday, my usual work day. And I was unable to go. I hadn't even said hi to Chi last night. I'm so nice right.
Anyway back on track.
I had sat beside L on the floor, because well, L wasn't the only one with a desired sitting position. I sat almost in the Indian sitting position, but with my legs uncrossed. It was the butterfly sitting position if I'm not mistaking. It's a yoga move, but I sat much looser so it was more comfortable. I just liked it, and it helps me collect my thoughts.
Moving on. L had just said that he was sorry for questioning us, and had determined that none of us were Kira. Ha, sure.
His phone rang. He pulled his blue phone out of his pocket and answered it. And I caught Matsuda looking very annoyed. I smirked lightly. Matsu always was entertaining.
"Understood, I'm just about finished here anyway. You've got the key so let yourself in." He said after a sort pause. He then ended the call. It was surprisingly entertaining to watch L hold things in his weird way. What can I say. I'm easily entertained. "Watari's on his way."
There were gasps from the police. After a moment of silence the door opened. And elderly man stepped through, but he looked strong and stable, with white hair and mustache. An wore a nice suit. And a top hat. And it looked cool. He stopped and stood beside L. Careful to not step on me. He removed his hat.
"Gentlemen," He started. Nice to know I'm already being ignored. "It's an honor to meet all of you."
"This person is Watari?" Questioned Aizawa.
"What about your usual outfit?" Asked Matsuda. And I gave his a deadpan look. I mean really. Really?
"If I dressed like that I would be announcing to the world that I am Watari. That's all it takes to give away the location of our head quarters and Ryuzaki." Watari replied.
"Oh, I see." Said Matsuda, slightly embarrassed.
"Ordinarily I would never show my face to any of you, that fact there, is enough to tell you that you've gained Ryuzaki's trust." Said the old man.
"Now that you've said that, I do fell kinda honored." Stated Matsuda.
Watari pulled out a suit case from seemingly no where. I mean what is it with L and him, and randomly having things that weren't there before?
"Well then, I brought those items you requested, it's right here." Said Watari to L.
"Could you please pass them out to everyone." Answered L.
" Yes." Was Watari's quick reply.
Once everyone had there ID's, the chatter continued.
But I ignored it. My new name was Mika Grahame. I had the same first name, probably because I'm well known at the bakery, and it would be confusing if I ever told one of the many costumers my fake name.
I sighed.
Do you know there was a saying that every time you sighed a little part of your soul died. Well my soul would be died seven times over.
"Our names and ranks are false." Said Chief, stating the obvious.
"Why did you give us fake ID's?" Asked Matsuda.
"As you know, Kira needs a name and a face to kill. We will confront him with that premise in mind. I think it should be obvious why." L said.
"Yes, but of all people, the police shouldn't use fake ID's" Said Ukita, who had be silent for awhile.
"Well then Ukita, would do you propose we do. We are the one's going after Kira. And there fore we need to protect ourselves. It's common knowledge that that's what you do in this type of situation. Like using a fire suit to rescue people stuck in a burning house." I said not looking at him. I seriously needed some sugar. I couldn't wait to get home. I was way to lazy last night and this morning to get any.
"Remember at any time where you need to give our your name to a stranger simply give them this fake name. And be careful not to give them out in the presence of other police officers. I'm sure I don't need to tell you, that could cause some problems." Precaution-ed L.
There was a murmur of agreement.
"Very well then. I'd like to request you ware there at all times. Said Watari opening another suitcase filled with belts, and another velvet case in the corner.
"Uh, belts?" Said Matsuda. Being clueless again.
Everyone stood up. But I stayed still. To lazy to move.
"Each one has a transmitter in the buckle, this will allow Ryuzaki to monitor your whereabouts. And when you press the buckle twice, it with immediately call my cell phone, and I will call you back immediately, but my name will not be displayed." It was then that I bothered to get up and move to the outer part of the little semi circle around Watari. "In the morning all of you will go to the police station and then later on in the day, you will use this method to confirm the name of Ryuzaki's hotel and his room number. Please use this for emergencies as well." Said Watari as he handed everyone but me a belt buckle.
"No way this is totally cool, I fell like some kind of secret agent going after Kira." Said Matsuda.
"Well, while you're felling like a super hero people are dieing." I snapped. That shut him up.
Watari walked up to me with that same velvet case I saw in the suit case.
"Hello again." An easy smirk falling onto my face.
He nodded. "This is for you. It works just like the belts, except you push the dragon."
I gave a confused look as Watari pushed the box into my hand and walked away. I slowly opened the box and my eyes lit up like a six year old on Christmas morning.
Inside was a wide, thin-ish silver metal bracelet. And on the front, there was a serpent like golden dragon. It was simple, and the colors not to shinny, but the detail on the dragon was exquisite.
I pulled the bracelet on, the metal cool against my skin. I could still hear the slightly loud talking of my co-workers but I paid no mind. I brushed my thumb over the dragon. I had always loved dragons, more so this type, they just seemed more real, and less over done then the large winged scaley dragons.
I see you like it." A smooth voice said, popping out of no where. I dropped the box, but two long digits jetted out and caught it.
I looked up into L's endless eyes.
The easy smirk once again taking residence on my face.
"Yep, it's beautiful. But might I ask how you knew I liked dragons."
"Lucky guess."
I raised an eyebrow.
"Ya sure, but how did you know I especially liked this kind?"
"..."
Nada. I knew it.
He walked away, looking like he was bored. Well excuse me, it's not my fault your a stalker.
I once again sat on the floor in the butterfly position. Aizawa looked at me strangely for a minute. But looked away once L started talking.
"Oh, and come to think of it, who's at the police station?" L asked.
"Actually no one's there at the moment." Chief answered.
"That's not good news." Said L, sounding slightly annoyed. " We need some one there at all times, work in shifts if you have to."
"I understand. Aizawa, I'll put you there for today." Said Chief.
"Yes sir, I'm on my way won't take me long." He said standing up, and he walked out the door.
Well the meeting ended pretty much right after, and I walked outside. And I breathed I the crisp February air. Pulling my light blue knitted sweater closer, I trudged forward.
I pulled my cell phone from my pocket to see Akiko had texted me.
I instantly typed back, and walked into the nearest building, which just happened to be a cozy library.
I looked at the time. 9:48pm. I sighed and walked to the back, and into the poetry section. I sat on a comfy green couch and pulled out a book, that wasn't as dusty as the others.
Personally I loved poetry.
Emi: The next chapters already up, by the time I post this. I did this because the time in this chapter 9:48 is important. I'm going to try something different for the next chapter. I'm not as long, but I've always wanted to do it. So remember the time as you go onto the next chapter.