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Well, I missed writing. I had an English oral exam yesterday and it was hard. I can manage in English pretty OK, but when teachers start to ask me questions, I can get confused. It went pretty well, though. I think. I hope. Don't have my grade yet.

And I'm going to stop talking about that now xD. Enjoy the chapter!

**I don't own Death Note. Never have, probably never will. Also, I make typos. And I am often too lazy to correct them, so if you hate reading stories with typos, you've been warned.

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11. Fool

'I do admit that if you are in fact Kira, I have no idea how you reached Kira II,' Ryuzaki told me, 'but you must understand that this situation is too suspicious.'

I nodded, not liking it, but understanding it at least. 'Yes, I understand. What does this mean for my position?'

Ryuzaki brought one hand to his mouth and put the tip of his index finger on his lower lip. Then he said: 'You can still be part of the team and work on the case, but you'll need to be under surveillance. You're privilege of going outside will be taken away from you.'

'So… I'll have to stay indoors,' I realised, not sure how to feel about that.

'Yes,' Ryuzaki answered.

'In here?'

'Yes.'

I took a few seconds to process that. Then I took a deep breath and said: 'Okay then. I'll contact Sanami, saying that I have something with Interpol or something. She doesn't really understand my job and is rarely home anyways, so I doubt she'll cause you any trouble.'

Ryuzaki nodded. 'We will be switching hotels soon. You'll get your own room, with your own bathroom. For the sake of your privacy, we won't put camera's in the bathroom, but we'll keep a close eye on what you take with you to the bathroom and how long the time you spend in there is.'

That had been my only concern, so when I heard this, every doubt I had about this plan vanished. I liked spending time with the investigation team. And even though, right now, he was suspecting me, I liked spending time with L. He was an interesting person, someone I would probably never be able to profile. He was a code, his very own mystery. And I wasn't sure if I even wanted to crack the case that was Ryuzaki.

'That's okay. Will I be allowed to pack a suitcase with belonging from my home before being—transferred?' I'd almost said 'locked up', but I was quite sure Ryuzaki wouldn't like that word.

He waited a few seconds before shaking his head slowly. 'You can make a list of the things you need in from your home, Watari can go and collect them. Until we move to a different location, you need to stay in my sight.'

That didn't sound all that bad, actually. Maybe I trusted L because he was the only one that knew everything about me. Maybe I just found him interesting. Or maybe I was just wondering if his hair was really soft or not. It looked soft, but also kind of spiky.

I noticed now that the silence was getting unnatural, so I sighed. 'How are we going to catch Kira II? Any ideas on how to catch her?'

Of course, Ryuzaki carefully listened to every word I'd said, picking out the things that he thought were the most important. 'Catch "her"?' he said, both hands in his pocket again as he sat down in his chair in his usual way.

I considered grabbing a chair before crossing my arms and sitting down in the ground before him. 'Yes, obviously,' I said, not sure if he was testing me or not. When I was the genuine curiosity and confusion in his big dark eyes, I realised that he wasn't testing me. He just hadn't thought about it yet. Probably had enough on his mind already.

Surprised that I got something L didn't, I pulled my eyebrows up. 'The voice?' When he still looked confused, I had to roll my eyes. 'Oh, come on! It was so obvious! I heard it immediately!'

'I'm sorry, I'm not following. Could you clarify?' Ryuzaki asked, too curious to think for himself.

'This Kira II clearly hasn't much experience with voice distortion. I could hear what she did to her voice and in which order after hearing her speak just a few words,' I explained. 'Back when I was doing research on you, I followed an extra – kind of secret – class about voice distortion. How you could hear certain things in the distorted audio. You clearly use multiple programs and multiple tactics with your voice distortion – some I couldn't even identify, that's why the only thing that was easy to tell was that you were probably a male. Because the distorted voice was about the height of a female voice, but it sounded unnatural.'

I waited for Ryuzaki to say something, but he didn't. He just looked at me. It was kind of unsettling and it made me nervous, but for some reason, I continued talking.

'Not only was this voice much lower, but the only thing she did was the echo, the lowering and the radio distortion. She should've sped it up and then slowed it down again without fixing the audio. After that she should've lowered it, then she should've put the echo and radio distortion on and then she should've made it higher again, just a bit higher than her natural voice. Then I would've guessed that she was probably a man. Either this person has some tactic I don't know about, or the second Kira is female.'

I wasn't sure how to interpreted that face he was giving me right now. I'd say he looked impressed, but L was never impressed. So, I decided to look away from his face and looked at the curtains. Ryuzaki really needed sunlight, this was so unhealthy. I mean, sure, I hated going outside, too, but I knew that staying indoors could have serious consequences on your health.

'Can you fix it?' he then suddenly asked my.

My eyes shot back to his face. 'Hmm?' I said, not very polite, but good enough.

'Would you be able to restore the voice of the second Kira to its original state?' he clarified.

I thought about that for a while. This person didn't delete any element, didn't speed it up or slow it down. The radio distortion could be a problem, but I might be able to succeed. 'I'm not sure, but I think I can. If I have my laptop. And the right programming. And enough time.' I made sure to let him know that this needed to happen on my terms. I wasn't going to give up my sleep for this. Well… Not all my sleep, anyway.

He nodded. 'I will put it on the list,' he said before getting up and walking away. As I was thinking which 'list' he was talking about, he told me: 'I'm going to get some cake.'

Just when I realised which list he'd been talking about, I also realised that I wasn't alone in the room right now. Watari was standing in the corner, which reminded me of the fact that I didn't have any freedom anymore.

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For someone who wasn't allowed to leave Ryuzaki's sight, he surely left the room a lot. Whenever he left, Watari stood in for him. It was a long night, but I eventually managed to fall asleep on the couch. When I awoke the next morning, I had a blanket. Which surprised me, but it also didn't surprise me. Watari and Ryuzaki took better care of the Task Force than they'd seem to think. That included me, of course.

'We will be moving around 2 PM tonight,' Ryuzaki told me the moment I was awake. He didn't even have to look at me, it was as if he just knew. 'The others are working at the police station today, so you can count this as a free day.'

'I can't help you with anything right now?' I asked, surprised. With the second Kira showing up, there should be more than enough to do.

'I'm just going to watch the tapes we got from Sakura TV several times again. You can watch it with me, but I'm quite sure that your assistance won't be needed,' he told me.

Great, thank you. That didn't sound insulting at all. 'Aw, but you seemed to need me back when you wanted to spy on Light. What, was I your wingman or something?'

He didn't respond to that. My theory was that he didn't respond because he didn't know what a 'wingman' was. Of course. The great detective L wasn't a party animal. Which made me kind of curious. His life was so… lonely. I guessed that only Watari ever got really close to him, so… what about friends? Girlfriends, boyfriends? Did he ever… probably not. And if he did, it probably wasn't anything serious. He was married to his work, to his passion for justice. Any young female of male in his life would only distract him, something he didn't want. Yes. Ryuzaki probably didn't do the whole 'relationship' thing, whether it was friendship or an actual relationship.

'Ryuzaki?' I said, yawning even though I was trying very hard to fully wake up.

'Yes?' he responded, again not looking at me.

The question was there, in my head, in my mouth. If I'd been any weaker, I would've asked. But it wasn't my question to ask, it wasn't something I should ask. It wasn't professional. And even though I'd love to befriend Ryuzaki, I knew it was probably wiser to stick to being colleagues for now. And not even that, really. We were boss and employer. Puppet and puppeteer.

Victim and hero.

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I'd written in my paper that I assumed L was rather paranoid. Which wasn't odd, if you thought about the several death threats, all the times people actually tried to kill him and the situation he was in right now. It was perfectly understandable. But that didn't make it less true.

We moved slowly, step for step. First, all the computers and suitcases were going. While those were brought to the new hotel, we waited in the room. After one hour, we were free to go to the room as well, but Watari stayed behind. He would check out of the hotel the hour after that, at 4 in the morning, and then come to us, after getting my stuff from my home. It was a really elaborate plan for something that should be easy. Switching hotels had never seemed so complicated.

I was getting kind of tired at one point, which wasn't so bad because Ryuzaki allowed me to rest my head on his shoulder while we were driving to the new hotel. I noticed that I was looking forward to being close to Ryuzaki and that his touch almost made me screen. Whether that was because he was detective L or a man, I wasn't sure. I never really had any sort of… healthy relationship in my life.

As if he was reading my thought, Ryuzaki said: 'I read in your file that after you'd been freed, you were scared of human touch.'

I wasn't completely sure where he was going with this, so I just said: 'Hmhm.' That should be answer enough, right?

'So I was wondering,' he said slowly, 'when and how did that change?'

That was a good question. The people in the hospital hadn't asked that, they were happy that I was good to go and didn't want me there for another second. That was my theory, at least. 'Well,' I started, almost as slowly as he'd asked the question. 'It took longer than you'd think. But after a while, touch didn't feel dirty anymore. I didn't feel the need to scream or shower every time someone laid a hand on me. I think I slowly realised that not everyone's hands are his hands and that not everyone is touching me with the means to harm me.' I sighed. 'But I'm not entirely sure,' I added before yawning, which I hated, too, by the way. Most females looked cute when they yawned. I looked about as cute as the car I was sitting in. Which was a cool car, but certainly not cute.

Ryuzaki didn't say anything and for some reason, to me, that was a sigh that he wanted me to keep on talking. 'I still have a hard time with people touching me when I cannot see them,' I told him. 'I also don't like it when people touch my neck, sometimes I don't like it when people touch my face, either.' Then I did something dangerous. I looked down and grabbed Ryuzaki's hand, taking it in my own. 'This is fine,' I explained, letting go as if I'd burned myself. 'And this' – I pulled my head up a bit a laid it back on his shoulder again – 'is fine, too. Just… don't touch my neck.' This sounded weird. Ryuzaki never touched anyone without a very good reason to do so, he didn't need my instructions or my permission. He didn't need anything. He didn't even need me. I wasn't even sure why he hadn't kicked me out of the Task Force yet.

I closed my eyes. 'I want to sleep, but I don't like it that I keep falling asleep at inconvenient places.' I wasn't even sure why I said that. I was basically complaining now.

I was waiting for a response, but I didn't get one. Shouldn't be surprised. Conversations with Ryuzaki could only be successful if he was in control of which questions were asked and which questions were answered. I couldn't easily begin a different subject, because I didn't know if Ryuzaki would accept the subject or not. That was another kind of paranoia, almost. Too paranoid to share information with anyone, whether it was about his identity or not.

The first thing Ryuzaki said, was almost three minutes later. 'We're almost there,' was what he said.

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Even though every single hotel suite had been huge, this one had more rooms. One for me, which wasn't surprising as Ryuzaki had told me I would get my own one. He also reminded me of the fact that there were camera's installed in my bedroom, but I decided not to look for them, because I knew that if I knew where they were, I would be much more aware of them.

For now, Ryuzaki told me to sleep. Watari wouldn't be here with my belongings until later and, as I myself had said before, I was tired. So I went to bed with all my clothes still on. Which resulted on me staring at the ceiling for what felt like hours. I should've been so tired that I fell asleep right away, but something was keeping me awake.

Why wasn't I dead?

This wasn't the first time I'd thought about that. Many times after the… incident, I kept wondering why I was still alive. Why wasn't I killed, why wasn't I locked up? Didn't they know about the awful thing I did?

But now I had to ask myself the same question again. A second Kira. A Kira that only needed a face to kill, not a name. A Kira that hadn't killed me even though she probably had all the tools and all the reason to kill me. Hell, I'd even called her stupid. So why wasn't I dead?

Option one, she hadn't seen me. There was no way I was shown on every single channel, so maybe she simple missed out. Option two, she knew I was with the Task Force, and since she wants us as Kira's allies, she didn't want to kill me. More likely than option two, but not very likely. Option three, I lucked out. Option four… she knew me. And didn't want me killed. The only person that would fit would be Sanami. Frankly, I didn't know her opinion on Kira, but she knew better than this. She wasn't that stupid. But what if it wasn't a female? I had no male person in my life that wouldn't want me dea—

'Why would I try to kill you, my darling? You're my most precious possession.'

I put my hands over my ears, but that didn't block him out. That never blocked him out. I tried to say the alphabet in my head, going slowly and as the letters came, the hallucinations and voices disappeared. 'Allison is dead, Allison is dead, Allison is dead,' I softly told myself after I'd gotten to the 'Z'. 'She can't hurt you, he can't hurt you. I'm Olivia and I'm save, I'm normal. I'm Olivia and I'm save and normal. I'm normal, I'm normal…'

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I awoke to the beautiful sound of damn crows making loud, obnoxious noises just outside my window. And yes, that was sarcasm.

I walked into the big room, it was six in the morning, so I wasn't sure what to expect.

What I didn't expect was the whole Task Force. I even had a bed head! If I had book sin my hands, this would've been the moment I dropped them. 'You've got to be kidding me,' I said with all the morning-sass I had.

'Good morning, Olivia!' Matsuda said friendly, papers in his hands.

'What are you guys doing here? It's like… night,' I said, even though I knew that wasn't really true.

'We're helping with the Kira investigation, dummy!' Matsuda said, walking towards me to show the papers he was holding. 'Kira II probably wasn't in the Sakura TV building at the time of airing, but just to be save, we've decided to analyse all the employees that were in that day.'

'You guys already know about it being a second Kira?' I asked, kind of disappointed that I hadn't been the one to break the news.

Matsuda nodded. 'After you ran away after saying 'It isn't him', Ryuzaki explained that he too thought this wasn't Kira's doing.'

Right. Because even if I was the one that put that idea in his head, he'd never admit it. 'Aah,' was my vague reaction. Then I heard the familiar sound of my telephone receiving a message. But when I searched in my pockets I couldn't find it.

I stopped searching when I saw Ryuzaki holding the phone up, as if showing it was enough. 'Why do you have my phone?' I asked, slowly, trying to keep my morning-grumpiness to a minimum. Ryuzaki was making it difficult for me to do so, though.

'It a necessary measure to ensure everyone's safety,' he told me. Safety, my ass. Locking me up inside a hotel room, fine. Putting camera's all over that hotel room, okay then. But stealing my phone? That just went too far. 'Did you take that from me while I was sleeping?'

'No, I took it from you back in the car,' he answered as he unlocked the phone. 'It's from your guardian.'

'How do you know my code?!' I said, walking up to Ryuzaki, but not trying to take my phone back. I didn't want to know what his 'measures' were going to be if I misbehaved.

'It was quite easy to figure out, really,' he told me as he tapped in the message to open in.

Then, suddenly, the room was filled with music and a high, loud, kind of annoying, female voice. 'Hey everyone! I'm Misa-Misa and I'm going to be in a movie!' Over Ryuzaki's shoulder I saw some blonde hair and black clothing. 'Thank you all for supporting me, I'll keep you guys updating! Bye!' she made some kissing-noises before the video ended.

'Was there a message with that video?' I asked, because out of context, this just seemed odd. Was Misa-Misa a friend of Sanami? I couldn't remember if she'd spoken about her before.

'"Hello, pumpkin, did you hear the news? I got a part in Misa-Misa's debut film! You know, the girl from the lipstick commercial? I've send you the video she posted on her twitter-page yesterday. I'm needed on set now, bye bye!"' Ryuzaki read out loud, not only invading my privacy, but also Sanami's privacy. I should be anger, and yes, I was, but somehow him reading Sanami's message in a monotone voice made this whole situation kind of funny all of the sudden.

'Great, thank you for invading my privacy. Now can I get my phone back?' I asked, holding out one hand while one hand was on my hip as I was ticking with my foot to look as annoyed as possible.

'Certainly not,' Ryuzaki answered as he put the phone back in his pocket. 'Six 'o clock may be a normal time for actors to be up, but you wouldn't reply to her text message that quickly. At nine 'o clock you can have your phone back to answer.'

'But you'll be watching while I type and I need to give my phone back to you after I've written a response,' I guessed.

'Correct,' Ryuzaki said and even though it was hard to tell from here, I was almost certain he was smiling.

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Pfhiew, even though this was kind of a filler chapter, this one was hard to write! I'm so tired now! I'll probably write tomorrow as well, so I'll answer the reviews then, because I'm tired now and still have some stuff to do.

I'm actually going on vacation this upcoming Friday and I won't be back until the next Monday, so no chapters after tomorrow's chapter, probably.

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