Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note or any other copyrighted material referenced. Ebony is my character and I know she is insane.
Chapter Twelve Alright, Apples Just Don't Disappear
The room was quiet, too quiet. Like the kind of quiet in horror movies where the monster jumps out and kills someone, thus scaring the pee out of the viewer. L and I were on two different sides of the room our genius minds both hard at work on our own thing. I had my laptop as I listened to the response of the Second Kira to us only a couple of days after we played Kira, I mean Light's message to her. The events played through my mind again, and again. It was almost too easy to interpret, L even commented at one point that the entire situation was so stupid he didn't know what to do. Though it was at a different point in the investigation, looking back I found that it applied to the entire investigation since Sakura TV.
We were all gathered around L laptop, I had just gotten a new apple and my position was sideways in the chair next to L, nibbling on the skin of the fruit as the video played. As expected Kira B was eternally grateful of Kira's, I mean Light's "fake" message-I need to stop making this mistake really. My chewing ceased when the copy-cat Kira said "I don't think you have the eyes." It was code, it was clear as day I mean, those words should be in rainbow font to make sure we got the message. What? I find that rainbow colors attract the eyes more so than any other color, mainly because rainbows have all the colors.
Looking at the evidence presented to us before this, meaning the first set of tapes sent in, the second Kira so far wasn't known to be discrete. Light's sudden nervousness at that didn't help his testimony that he was innocent. Yeah, I know lawyer jargon, read a law book before the trial of the guy that killed my parents. He was looking at everyone, reading our expressions. Mine was amused, focusing my eyes back on the screen.
"What's this 'having the eyes' mean? Is it a code?" asked Aizawa calmly, more calmly that Light might've managed. I noisily crunched into my apple in thought, and it was almost as awesome as Mello making his chocolate snap distinctly when he takes a bite. I closed my eyes and leaned back on the arm rest of my chair, studying the bite I had made in the fruit. I shrugged and looked at the afro-man upside down.
"Possibly," I said through the fruit, pausing to chew and swallow. Blood was rushing to my face, making it warm. "However this is the Second Kira, she could very well mean something with the eyes, like the power that Kira possesses could enhance one's eyesight." I was looking at L, his eyes were wide both of us were nervous, I was surprised I sounded as calm as I did. "The eyes" could that be the reason Ukita died? I stood up and started walking into the kitchen, taking another bite of my apple. I would tell you what my goal for the journey was, but I never actually arrived there, so I think it's kinda pointless.
I was only halfway when the word Shinigami was said carelessly. No, it was meant to be said, the thing was Kira B didn't know that we already knew something about these beings. I froze in my step, lightly setting my foot down, not making a sound, as I looked at the screen, my eyes wide. L screamed, throwing his hands up and falling over as I dropped my apple. I felt my knees give out, and I fell down too, sitting on the ground my legs making a "W" hair falling in my eyes.
My mind was spinning, surely Shinigmi-death gods whatever they're called- didn't exist. If they did, why were they implied, by Kira B, to be processions? If such a being did exist, wouldn't they just kill off people indiscriminately? Right, that means Kira-both of them-have power over these beings of death. This is still hypothetically implying they existed. The question then is, how did Kira get his grubby mitts on one? More importantly, how do we prove-or disprove-their existence? I also wouldn't mind having one under my power either. Though, what I would I do with it? Yeah, maybe it's better I didn't get one.
"Shinigami….am I supposed to believe they actually exist?" asked the detective quietly. I found out that I was trembling, no way that could be right…right? There was some discussion around the two of us, debating whether or not that there actually was two Kiras. The main point being that both of them had decided to drop a hint about these beings, making it seem like it was in fact one person. Kira was devious, but making an alias, fake Kira, seemed out of his style. There would also be clues hidden in the messages simply because Kira thinks this is a game between him and us. No, we were right, there was still a distinct difference I was sure Kira would make a constant, the name of the being.
"Listen to what he said, Kira B wants to meet Kira A. Also, she used the word 'Shinigami,' if my memory isn't faulty Kira A used the term 'gods of death' in suicide notes he had inmates write. It's a subtle difference but looking at the difference between Kira A and Kira B, Kira A wouldn't want us to know the actual name. However, I thought that Kira meant he considered himself a god of death, not that they actually existed. I suppose this is still a possibility, but there is more to the situation now." I was staring at the floor, numbly patting the floor for my apple, what a waste of good fruit.
"Yes, I agree with Ebony, this copy-cat stated that she did want to meet Kira, I actually think that is her ultimate goal. If that happens, we're going to have a harder time to find and catch Kira. However, I am not completely buying into the fact that these beings exist. For all we know both Kira's are using this as a ruse to confuse us," said L not back in his seat as I stood back up, looking for my apple, it seemed to have disappeared. This had my full attention now, fruit just doesn't disappear, nor does it get up and walk away. I replayed what I remembered of dropping it in my head and then being the Wammy's kid I am figured out how far it would've rolled and looked here, again nothing.
"I think your right, he's acting out of an interest of Kira," said Light I looked up from my apple search in defeat. It seems that we live in a world where people have the power to kill people with only a name and a face and fruit disappears. Next I'll wake up and look out my window to behold a rainbow polka-dot Godzilla. "The word 'Shinigami' could be a reference to their killing power, rather than the beings themselves as Ebony suggests. Saying 'we can confirm out identities by showing our Shinigami to each other' probably means they can confirm their identities by showing how they kill." I crossed my arms and bit the inside of my cheek, he had a better point than I, and right now the only proof I had was the thoughts that ran through my head. My gut told me to stand my ground, even if my mind was screaming at me that Light's idea made more sense.
"That's it," said L calmly. I looked at him curiously and listened intently. "Based on their messages, we can assume the word 'Shinigami' must hold some other meaning that only the real Kira and the second Kira are aware of. Now we just need to convince this copy-cat we know what that is." After Light interjected with the makings of a response plan L and I looked at each other. I slightly shook my head. Honestly, I didn't know what to do. L's eyes suggested the same thing. I mean how do we sculpt words to make Kira B reveal what she knew about the Shinigami without making it too obvious. "We should leave this to the two Kiras. I imagine the Second Kira is probably quite satisfied with the current situation now that she's received a televised response. She sent a message to get Kira's attention and as far as she knows she has it. There is also that word she used one that only the two of them would understand. We will arrange to have this broadcast displayed on Sakura 6 o'clock news." I zoned out after this, my attention looking for my apple again, slowly walking around the hotel room almost illogically.
My search was fruitless, literally. I frowned, it had just disappeared, how in the world does that happen? It was perfectly ripened and a beautiful shade of red. It was one of the best apples I've ever said and it was gone! Why world, why? I shook my head as the message finished for the tenth time and I leaned back as L was holding up tiny baggies of evidence we had gotten from the envelopes that the tapes came in. From what I could see, and being across the room let me tell you it's not much. To me those tiny baggies looked to be empty, but seeing how L was holding each of them to the light I had to assume they had something-like hair-in there.
I set my laptop down and picked up the diary letter Kira had sent us within seven days of the tape. It was clear to everyone at this point that this Kira was an idiot. Having the ability to act like one on my own, I was able to see the difference between an act and true ignorance. This was at the same time well thought out, it still wasn't as…advanced at the Kira we know and want to catch, but it was still pretty clear how we were supposed to interoperate this. It was clear she thought this was a good idea, but the reality of the matter was, she normal in terms of intelligence, something that we could see through like a glass door.
Back to the paper in my hands, the Copy-Cat Kira wanted the attention to be on the Tokyo dome on the thirtieth, however there are meetings in Aoyama and Shibuya that caught my eye, as well as Light's and L's. This was again one of those moments I was actually thinking this Kira might be a challenge. Sending the youngest members of Task Force, excluding me leaving Matsuda and Light, out into the field on the day prescribed, May 22nd, absolutely nothing happened, proving the fact that Aoyama wasn't the focus which was against our deduction. There wasn't much to say about the outing, it was like any other teenaged hang-out group. Like the most interesting thing to watch was Light schmoozing, and that was boring because I knew it was fake as plastic fruit!
Then after that Kira B's messages stopped. Well they did after saying that she done looking for Kira, and we came to the conclusion that Kira B had actually met Kira. Miss Copy-cat was determined to find Kira, the announcement saying that she was going to stop didn't make sense. The determination that was there didn't add up when it suddenly died down in one video The main clue toward the meeting was the craftsmanship of the words were carefully weaved, like Kira was the one telling her to talk, the overall tone was different.. The message didn't sound like something Light would send, bringing his suspicion down, yet again. The entire situation didn't sound like something Light would do, that was frustrating.
"Anything new Ryuzaki?" I asked impatiently my mind having nothing else to review as I hung upside-down. L looked up from his work and shrugged as he picked up another baggie. Sure his back was still to us, but it's been silent, minus him muttering that it was in fact hair in the baggies, for five minutes. If he didn't have a plan I did. The only problem with my plan was…well it involved honey, a skateboard and feathers, oh and a recording of a chicken clucking. It would achieve nothing but make Light mad at me, but it was a plan wasn't it?
"Mr. Yagami, if I die within the next few days, you're son is Kira. Another hair," he said almost too casually. Everyone was outraged by this, well almost everyone, I was indifferent. Being me, I don't plan too far ahead, it takes the fun and surprise out of life. I live for the surprise, the entertainment, that's why I was here. Wammy's became too predictable, same thing day in and day out. Here, I'm learning something new every day. This was a puzzle with pieces I've never seen before.
I sat back and said nothing, letting the detective speak for himself, there wasn't much as the hair analysis report came back. L pointed out that there was only one real suspect, so it was safe to say, after said suspect had one half of what was needed to kill him, that we should be a little on edge. Ya know, in case he was Kira. In other words, Light was our suspect, he had L's face now all he needed was his name and if Light was in fact Kira, L would die.
"I'm sorry, but I have to interject, if L dies," I said holding my finger up, avoiding the gaze of everyone in the room, "I'm going back home. I will be working on the case that way, finding the solid evidence I need to convict Light, I won't be able to do that with everyone looking at me expecting me to drop the atomic bomb on this case. The honest to god truth is, if everyone is giving me the looks your giving me right now, I won't be able to break the news to the world, couldn't bear to see your faces, I'm sorry."
"I would be doing something similar if I were you Ebony, there is nothing to be ashamed of. Now, I have some outside matters to attend to, Ebony will you help Watari set up some cameras and microphones?" I nodded and bounced out of the room after him. "I'm almost positive that a Misa Amane is the second Kira. The hair, we had some tested while I looked at it, matched her DNA. We're going to have to contain her." I nodded as I pulled my shoes on and shrugged on a light jacket, putting a handful of strawberries and grapes in each of the pockets.
"I understand, I'm guessing that we'll be interrogating her from the hotel?" There was a nod in response to my question. I nodded, that means speakers were going to be involved. "Voice dub it is then. Also, will I have the opportunity to put my two cents in, I might be more successful at this than you, the whole 'female touch' thing going on." I put my hands on my hips as I smiled, still needed a cape. Maybe I should ask Watari for one.
"Yes, I see where you're coming from, I don't see why you shouldn't." I smiled as we exited the building. I slowly put my hands in my jacket pockets, nodding. The understanding L and I had, the ability we shared to be able to hold a conversation without really talking-I mean come-on we're almost always on the same page-was sending me a red flag. That was the issue, always on the same page, he hasn't really seen me work independently.
He was testing me the entire time, I knew this too. At Wammy's House I hide every ounce of my intelligence in the classroom. My true genius came out in my pranks and simply how I interacted with other people. This was implication, if I were to act like I was at a normal intelligence here, then it puts people's lives at risk. Morally, I couldn't handle that knowing I could help. So, L had successfully trapped me in a situation to where I had no clue but to show off my true smarts, he wasn't the world's greatest detective for no reason.
"I know this doesn't need to be said, but Light's Kira as far as we know, right? I mean, all we need is a confession, or evidence right?" I looked at L as he nodded from the review mirror. I paused as the car stopped, letting L out at To-Oh to spend some time with Light while we got the holding cells ready. "Have fun Ryuzaki." I put my thumb to my mouth and gently bit on it like L did. Proof, now how do we go about getting it?
The possibility that Light was now Kira was higher than it ever was at this point, did I find the fact that Misa was his girl friend too convenient? Like the heart attack that brought me to the case to begin with, I thought that Mr. Perfect, wasn't too perfect. Sure he made suspicion go down, but it was his not-so-subtle expression changes I picked up on that had convinced me that he was Kira, L's reasons were his own. The way I looked at it, as long as we were on the same page on terms of his guilt it didn't matter how the geniuses got to the conclusions they did.
I listened as the tripod clicked into place, setting it in the front of the room gently as I checked the speakers on either side of the stand and gently ran my hands along the cold white painted wood looking for the wires I needed. I knelt down on the floor, a laptop a safe distance in case I lost my balance. I looked at the jacks and plugged them into a separate wire and then plugged that into the laptop. I picked up a tiny stage microphone and plugged the jack into the appropriate plug and asked if they could hear me in a gentle voice.
"Crystal clear!" came the dubbed voice of who I assumed was Matsuda. Closing one of my eyes from the volume I turned down the output of sound. I smiled, two down now all we needed was the video feed and room one was done, and room two and three hadn't been touched, yet. Picking up an extension wire I unplugged the microphone and walked to the center of the room, jumping onto the chair Watari was screwing into the ground. I held out my hands and held my breath, trying not to fall and crack my head open.
I then frowned, forgot the drill. I turned to jump off as Watari handed me his. I mumbled my thanks and popped a grape in my mouth as I looked upward and made a hole for a screw that would be used for a hook so that the microphone would hang from. This wasn't the hard part, that was going to be making sure the connection between the cameras was sound.
"Ebony I've been meaning to ask you, what was your reasoning to purposely fail the monthly assessments?" I paused my drilling and looked down at Watari as he started putting the straps in their respectful holes, someone was going for full restraint, poor Misa. I spit out the screws I was holding with my mouth and held them in my right hand palm as I used my index finger and thumb to put the wire in a hook. I jumped down and got a step ladder and started the process again, only in a different spot. I didn't look at the old man as I answered truthfully.
"The question test was too easy, you take one you've taken them all. The 'critical thinking' questions were also stupid to me personally. I bombed the multiple question test for the simple reason of it boring me, also Roger never looked at those answers. He looked at the written ones, the first test is a ruse, to simulate a tired mind. He wanted our concentration to be bogged down before asking the serious 'how would you react to this situation' questions," I said quietly as I put the drill on the small step on the step ladder and started putting the wire in the hook. "I always answered how the directions said 'truthfully and honestly' sure one could make a plan while sitting at a desk, but unless you're actually there you can't answer the question, and that's what I wrote down."
"I understand, did it ever occur to you that it was that answer we were looking for?" I shook my head slowly and paused again, holding the wire with my recessive hand, the same one that had the screws and looked at the old man. He had a slight smirk on his face, it radiated with pride. It was the smile a father would do if his child surpassed his expectations. "It was an intelligent answer, truthful as well. However Ebony, you didn't do that when we tested you for the first time, I honestly thought that you would be the one to take Near's spot as first." I frowned, Watari was one of the few at Wammy's who knew how smart I was. He said that he had high expectations, and that word made my blood boil.
"But I figured it out, I figured out the system. I was also quick friends with Matt, and I was working on gaining Mello's as well. I knew that wouldn't happen if I had done that. I also didn't want a test to tell me I was smart, I took cases on my own to prove to Roger that paper doesn't mean anything." I paused as I moved the ladder back again and screwed in the last hook. "My short attention got the better of me and I solved each case within two weeks, they were only kidnappings though, minor compared to this. I was surprised when I got the call, but now I'm pretty sure I know why I'm here, I won Roger."
"I have to admit, you've exceeded my expectations. Ebony, I must request that you reconsider being L's successor." I smiled at Watri and went back to work, feeding the wire in the hooks. That word was evil, the personification of that word. Having things expected of me made my stomach upset. That's one of the reasons why I didn't want to be L. The other was because let's face it, I'm not mature in the slightest. So, if I was going to openly say that I was going to be L, then I'd have to be put on medication or something to control myself. I of course wouldn't take it…unless it was bubblegum flavor, that is some good medicine if it's bubblegum flavored.
"I've actually thought about it while I was trying to get to sleep last night, after Ryuzaki and I had a little chat about what we thought about Misa being Kira B. My main focus is with everyone else who knows about Wammy's. I want the best person to replace L, and quite frankly I'm not it. I think Near and Mello, if the chocoholic can put aside his inferiority issue, can work together, they are the ones. Those two will solve any case they are handed, less discriminate than L himself. This is the first case I've actually taken seriously, and even still I'm goofing off." I sat down and started messing with the camera, setting the connection and securing it through my memory that came from watching Matt doing something similar at Wammy's.
"I understand, but you didn't decline the offer," he said as he picked up the duffle bag and the two of us left as I turned the mic on, leaving the light on, looking at the room as we moved walked outside. The sun felt good on my skin, my hair gently blown off of my shoulders. "Would you consider another case?" I shrugged as Watari took a call. "Yes, we're on our way."
"Maybe, there are a few conditions if I'm challenged personally or if the case is unusual." I saw Watari nod out of the corner of my eye and turn the car on as we moved back toward the hotel. I didn't argue, I was probably going to be sent to hook up more tech stuff. I was decent with this stuff, only because I read a "How to …. For Dummies" book about it, and Matt showed me once, three years ago.
Watari dropped me off at the hotel, telling me to finish the set up, that he had the next two rooms. I nodded and bounced to the hotel rooms we were occupying. The reason for the extra rooms was that L was going to get Light in observation, we needed to know if he was put into custody whether or not the killings stopped. If they did, case closed and I could go home and relax. To be honest, I considered Wammy's my home, and it's been over five months since I've been there. I missed pranking Roger once a week. The first step was kinda easy, hooking up a TV to the laptop, the next part was tricky. I typed in the code I had memorized by heart and the first step was over.
"Afternoon Ebony!" Matsuda cheered as I walked in and grabbed my chair, letting it screech as I dragged it across the floor to the main room where there was the laptop I had hooked the camera up to. I typed in a code and set looked at the picture, chair still empty. "How are you today?" I looked up and smirk. Remember that "plan" I had a few thousand words ago, yeah I never said I didn't set it up did I?
"I'm just peachy, speaking of peaches would you get me one from the fridge Matsu? Pretty please?" I asked with the world's cheesiest grin. Matsuda nodded and walked into the kitchen. I sat on my knees looking over the back of the chair as I watched the honey dump on the young man's head. He exclaimed in shock as the white feathers cascaded down and covered him.
"Ebony, what did you do?" asked Aizawa as the chicken man walked in, the peach joining him in the chicken club. I laughed and closed my eyes to prevent the tears from falling. I heard him blow a few feathers out of his mouth. I leaned back and rolled off of my chair. My head might be throbbing, but this was still hilarious.
"Oh my god that was golden, honey glazed golden!" I said gasping for air. As I pulled myself into a seated position and took the peach from Matsuda's hands. Sure L was going to get charged with his dry cleaning, but it was worth it. Not only did Matsuda make a good chicken, he was also a good sport. The chickenized man spend the next five minutes prancing around the room like a chicken, my stomach was hurting when the call that Misa was in the chair was heard.
I turned and looked over my shoulder, and sure enough a blonde was sitting blindfolded and bound to the chair I had set up not even an hour ago. All laughter and fun stopped, it was business time. I pulled myself to my feet as I crouched in the chair in an L style, pulling at the sleeves of my aqua top, making them cover my elbow. So, this was Kira B?
She was actually kind of cute, blond hair with two strands on either side of her head pulled into pig tails, even in the strait jacket one could tell she cared enough about her appearance to be on a constant diet, not wanting to gain a single pound. I wasn't here to be assessing one's lifestyle choices, I was here to catch a killer.
"Misa Amane, it's nice to somewhat meet you." I had a microphone near my mouth, I was speaking calmly and at a speed everyone could understand me. "I can't give you my name on the count we're 87% positive you are Kira B, so I will be known as E, unless you can come up with another name."
"Kira? I'm not Kira!" said the blonde defensively her head perking up. I shook my head and sighed, it was going to be a long interrogation, but her dunce answer was enough for people to believe that she was Kira B more-so than she was a few moments ago. I pulled my hair back and loosely tied it in a pony tail.
"Misa, I said that you were Kira B, the copy cat. The fake, phony, cheap knock-off. I think you get the picture. All we need is to know a few things, and I promise that I will pull all the strings in your favor as I can here." Like I said, morals ran strong in me. I believed some people deserved the death sentence, she didn't. As far as I was concerned she killed people to serve Kira, that if it wasn't for Kira she would be model she was, no alter life. That her modeling would her focus, not going around trying to find a killer it was her choice yes, but taking her life wasn't going to sit right with me.
"Ebony, what do you think you can do?" demanded Mr. Yagami. I paused and remembered where I was. I looked at he older male and scratched my chin.
"Same thing I did for the killer of my parents, life sentence, not death. I won't be so forgiving to Kira," I said seriously as I watched Misa start to freak out, as if she's finally realizing what is going on. "Watari will you please knock her out or at least give her something to calm her down? I really don't want her hurting herself." I turned back around toward the shocked faces of Task Force. "Like the killer of my parents she was acting under the influence of someone else. Sure she gave into said influence, but it wasn't her idea, wasn't her plot. For all we know Kira could've sent her the 'power' and was expecting her to use it to find him. Also, morally it wouldn't sit right with me." L walked in and looked at the screen. The attention was taken off of me and focused on him. My head perked up as I remembered something.
He sat down in the chair next to me as I bit my thumb nervously. I kept my eyes on the screen and took a deep breath, there has been another case that eyes had played a part in. "L," I said shocking everyone by me using his original alias. "What about B? Could he help us with this 'eye' problem?" L looked at me almost out of shock. "His eyes have always struck me as, weird but I couldn't put a reason to it, if he knows anything about 'the eyes' it might help us." L knew more about the eyes, than I did, all I knew was that B had some "disorder" but the more I thought about it, and according to the files that Matt had hacked into his eyesight was normal, if anything it was a little better than a normal humans.
"It's out of the question, you know how unstable BB is. You were in LA during the case. I won't let you reveal anything about this case to him. Only he knows how he would react, though he would probably break out," said the detective. I merely turned back, not bothering with the fact that the LA case was years ago and I have had no reason to remember it. He would counter argue with that I did remember that there was a reason to remember. To put it not so discretely I moved to England in 2002, B was sent to prison the same year. Make your own conclusions.
"Alright as long as I'm on this case with you, I won't take sudden trips to America." I held up my hands in surrender as Misa started stirring, the sedative didn't last long. "Afternoon Misa, it's me E. I'm going to ask you to try to remain calm. All we need to know right now is conformation, are you the Second Kira?" L was looking at me curiously but looked toward the screen as Misa shifted uncomfortably. She didn't say anything else, the situation she was in was probably wearing her down already. L ordered Watari to do whatever he needed to do to get Misa to talk. I turned away, and pulled out some sound canceling earbuds.
"Oh, and Mr. Yagami, Light will be brought in for interrogation at some point, he has become our prime suspect," he said. I watched as the visual was turned off of the monitor. I took my laptop and put it on my knees. Matt had set up a privet chatroom, Mello was the only other person on, my luck.
I typed in a greeting, and not even a minute later Mello had replied, I went onto youtube and put on a Avenged Sevenfold song, pulling my knees to my chest. I hated seeing people in pain, I was always one to volunteer to give newbies a tour of Wammy's, the one that helped in the nurse's office when I was particularly bored.
M:Hello, if you didn't want to talk why the hell did you start a conversation?
Kage: Sorry, it's just getting stressful over here, morals are being tested but nobody is challenging it.
M: Why the hell don't you?
Kage: -.- because if I were to challenge it I am expected to have a solution, but the one I have isn't going to float well because I'm the only girl here.
M: Then you're screwed.
Kage: Thank-you captain obvious. What's going on at W?
M:How the hell should I know, tests are coming up, gotta study.
I rolled my eyes, I was going to hate helping him, but I decided I'd help him with the test, I turned and looked around me, everyone was sitting around. I was 76% positive that my plan wouldn't work, looks like I was going to have to sneak out, and convince Watari to let me do my thing. Percent of success, 3%, L never slept.
Kage: M lemme tell you a thing about the test. The questions are only there to tire you out, they are looked at in case there is a tie. You have that down to a science, I'm not worried about that. The soul reason you're second is because of part two of the test. "Scare the hell out of them" isn't the answer to everything. Try answering them more than one way, just saying. N answers one on the logic side, another on the barely legal side. You should try the illegal one you're famous for and one on the emotional, it should tie it or make the gap smaller. I'm going to go, I have a plan to…well plan.
I closed the lid of the laptop. L was good at dissecting plans, so having a well planned out plan was probably going to get me nowhere. So, that left one option, and it was an option I normally used, but it's been suppressed since my arrival here. Impulsive Ebony to the rescue!
Alright reasons for me skipping around in this chapter are justifiable. My main reason was because this was mainly between Light and Misa in my opinion. Sure L's reaction and deductions were thrown in there, but overall there wasn't much input with the Task Force. Also, in order to have my "plan" to work out for these chapters I needed to do it, trust me alright? To be honest the only chapter I had a specific plan to was Chapter 25, and I'll stop here explaining here.
Again I would like to reiterate that BB is alive and well…err maybe not well who knows what's going on in the crazy ward in whatever prison he is spending his days in. Also, I'm always curious to find out who can guess Ebony's name.
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To Nizuna Fujeda: Always here to entertain, that's my "job" as a writer. I want to point out that for the past two chapters you've reviewed within the hour, and both times it's made my day.
To Kashgal and Natures Ruler:
Pie: *whispering* Hey guys do you hear the-mmf!
Ebony: *cover's Pie's mouth with one hand and puts finger to her mouth to signal "be quiet*
Matt: *shows screen of PSP* "Yes we hear their footsteps, we really don't want to be caught and then….ya know I don't think they told us. I am assuming it involves us and pain…or maybe Mello he started it.
Mello: *Frowns at Matt and whispers angrily* What is that supposed to mean?
Ebony: *uses other hand to cover Mello's mouth expression showing boredom*
Matt: *types new message and shows everyone* Now Mello might've just given away our position, ideas?
Ebony: *Slowly lowers hands and snatches PSP from Matt* Send Mello to the dogs! We can make a break for it. I was thinking of sending Pie, but she's my "mom" of sorts and I really don't want to die.
Pie: *smirks evilly and points to the back of the tunnel*
Ebony: *types* Or we could use the obvious secret exit. That works too. But…our scent.
Pie: *snatches PSP* Use the bacon! *points to crates of bacon that need to be cooked*
Mello: *whispers while swinging arms angrily* You had bacon here the entire time?
Matt: *Points to the ceiling suggesting to still throw Mello to the two of them*
Pie and Ebony: *nods*
Mello: *whispers* Get away!
Pie and Ebony: *grabs Mello and send to the surface with a crate of bacon*
Matt Ebony and Pie: *runs deeper into the tunnels holding in laughter*
Ebony: We're some friends aren't we?
Sneak Peak time!
Now, this is un-edited and is subject to change. I'm sure I've said that I'm the Editing Nazi. Though like all sneak peeks it has that "YAY! Wait…awww" feel to it because it shows happiness and then you realize it shows nothing really in terms of plot. So here ya go!
"Come-in," came Matt's muffled voice from the other side of the door. I opened the door and leaned against the frame, crossing my arms and ankles, not saying a word. "Ya know staring at me isn't going to be very entertaining, all I do is sit here, if you wanted to stalk the now fourth here you might as well stick to the vents."
"Nah, the vents are too cramped, an' I get all sweaty, not fun," I said in response. I heard the familiar sounds of Zelda get paused as the wii mote hit the carpeted floor. I was then pulled inside by my wrist and pulled into a close hug. His arms were wrapped around my waist, mine around his neck. He looked at me through his goggles, and then pulled them to hang around his neck, like mine did.