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Chapter Thirteen Impulsive Ebony Activate!
I crumbled up the fifteenth failed plan and threw it with the other discarded balls of wadded up trees. Another dud, another plan that wasn't going to work no matter how lucky I was, this was getting frustrating. To anyone else my not-so genius plan looked like a sketch of L and I sitting watching Amane, but the reality was, I drew them while planning. Even though every line was identical to the same one drawn on another sheet of paper with the same drawing, the thoughts behind that line were different, and only I could see the significance. So while each of the pictures I was throwing against the wall identical to the last, the ideas behind them were totally different. The last one was me dressing up like a bear and walking out while holding a lampshade to cover my head. Alright so I might not have slept for three days straight and I wasn't in the mood for coffee, dinner sounded good though.
That plan had the same problem the other 14 plans did, L. Getting discovered at this point wasn't the issue, it was L and his sleeplessness, it was becoming more of an issue. Sure I could slip some Nyquil in his tea and laugh inwardly as he drank it, but that was no guarantee. I know from personal experience with my own insomnia that unless I was looking for sleep codeine didn't work. I was going to assume that L was the same, and honestly I didn't want to overdose him and make him high, that would be bad. Drugging L might be freaking hilarious watching the calm cool detective be so crazy that it rivals my own, but in this society drugging people without them knowing it is illegal and is frowned upon.
I mean I've thought of everything, air vents, pointing out the window with my eyes widened like I've seen a ghost and yelling "OHMIGOD KIRA!" I've simulated going to my room, pretending to be asleep and sneak out in the middle of the night, blindfolding L while I ran like the hotel was about to blow up, scaling the building like King Kong, minus the gorilla suit, a dry ice bomb in the toilet. No matter what I thought of L catches me simply like uttering my name. I had an excuse though, using the bathroom…only there was one in the hotel room. "Heh, then I've been using the wrong one this entire time," would be my response as I scratch the back of my head sheepishly walking back to my seat.
"Ryuzaki, Amane is talking," said Watari from the speakers that served as communication between us. My head shot up in shock, three days. The disappointment the genius in me that should have an escape plan was unimaginable. I have to say it took longer to break her than I thought, the girl was tough. I could feel the relief though, and honestly it disgusted me. The unsaid methods of trying to get her to talk was tearing me up, distracting me as I tried to figure out how to change what was going on. That's where the King Kong idea came from. I understood there were going to be times when I would have to put on a merciless mask and break someone, but I didn't think Misa was going to have to be one of them, she seemed naive to me, simply getting her trust was going to be easy. Once I got that I would be able to get information.
"Quickly get me a visual and audio," said L as he ran toward the couch and jumped on it, sliding over a cushion I calmly walked over, already halfway between the rooms of the suits trying to pretend I was alright with this. My jaw was locked was locked, the image blinking onto the screen. I decided I was going to need to think sharper, I was already distracted and I was having a harder time than normal falling asleep, again three days without sleep. My sleeplessness wasn't my choice sometimes. I crouched in one of the chairs as Amane's shaking breath was heard throughout the room. She was dangerously close to her breaking point, I only hoped that the blindfold we had over her eyes would let tears run down her face, from experience I would say that the natural tear we made irritated the eye of their maker.
"I can't take it anymore," she said, exhaustion heard through her voice. I blinked a few times and laid my head on my knees. "Kill me." Shocked gasps filled the air as my shoulders tensed, my head looking at the scared blindfolded girl. My expression hardened, the urge to run out of that room planting in my head. "Kill me, please just kill me." My gaze shifted toward the microphone on the table in front of L. I wanted to grab it and deny her this request, I wasn't heartless and neither was L, but he needed this information. Though all of that we've been through I knew L was going to do whatever it takes to get that information. My jaw locked as I inhaled slowly, the detective's gaze was felt and I knew he was expecting me to do something. The exhale was slow as the inhale was as Amane made another request to kill her.
"I don't know, maybe this was too much for a young girl to take," said Aizawa as I gripped my jeans tightly forcing myself to keep a neutral expression and not break down myself. I turned down the offering of fruit, and coffee. My stomach was in knots as the white room on the screen provided all the light in the room remained the focus of attention. Thank god, my feet were slipping off the chair. If they met with the floor I was going to be out of that room, and the hotel before anyone could ask where I was going. Getting there wasn't going to be an issue, I've gotten into the habit of always looking at street signs when traveling in a car. It was a safety precaution in case I got kidnapped or something, slowly getting a mental map of the area.
"He's right, we've pushed her too far," said Matsuda. I shook my head slowly saying one sentence as L pressed the microphone button. My voice was quiet, rough, my anger not filtered out in the slightest. Sure I wasn't happy, in fact I was getting pretty mad, my impulsive nature was slowly rearing its head. To be honest it's been quiet since I got to Japan, but tonight the gloves were coming off, I was a literal ticking time bomb.
"We've only broken her will." Everyone else's gaze focused on me, it was clear to me what we were doing that wasn't why everyone was looking at me. Three sets of eyes, L was more focused on Misa, locked on me because I put venom in my words. The happy, lighthearted girl everyone tolerated was glaring at the screen like I could solve the problem at hand easily.
"Misa Amane, can you hear me?" asked L into the microphone slowly and precisely. She confirmed and repeated her request for death, I couldn't save someone who wanted to die. L was stubborn though, he was going to keep at it until she would admit to being the Second Kira. "Does this mean you admit to being the second Kira? Is this the reason you wish to die?" I closed my eyes and tried counting to ten. Not working, if anything I was getting more angered that wasn't planed. I did it again, if I was going to give into impulse then I was going to go all out.
"No, I don't know anything about the Second Kira," she said the pain clear in her voice. "I really can't take this anymore, I rather be dead." My shoes hit the tiled floor, the vibrations from my rubber soles traveled up my legs. Turning sharply, not looking at anyone as I walked to the door shaking my head. My heart was pounding in my chest as I weaved through the room. Pain was felt in my hand as I slapped the counter, grabbing the room key. I slammed the door shut and stomped through the hallway, muttering under my breath. I put the card in my back pocket and continued growling to myself.
"No plan, no problem just leave Ebony, nobody stopped you. To easy, he's going to send you a tail, think you can lose him?" I asked myself slightly turning my head to the side as I heard another pair of footsteps trailing mine. I was in better physical condition compared to the rest of Task Force, I could easily lose him on the stairs, disappearing into an alley as he looked for me. This is assuming I didn't trip while running, I mean I'm not the most graceful ballerina in the world. Then getting to the room wouldn't take too long, I remember the path taken back, it was about five minutes in a car, so if I timed it right twenty to thirty minutes would be my travel time.
"Ebony, where are you going?" asked Matsuda panting as he tried to catch up to me. I didn't say anything. Sending him wasn't the wisest choice, he's actually pretty easy to fool. No, he is the easiest to fool. Though he could've volunteered, L might've also subtly bugged him. Not working L, I will go through with this impulsive plan. I was also a master of ignoring people, I lived with Mello mind you and ignoring him is like ignoring a siren, I managed.
"Just going for a little walk. Let me be, I need to do something on my own." I didn't look up, as I pressed the down button on the elevator and waited for the elevator. A suited man stood next to me, looking down at me. My resolve didn't waver it was too late to back out now. If I backed down, I admitted that no matter how much I disagreed with what was going on, I would go along with it. Ebony Kage was not a push-over, ask Mello he'd vouch for me, and if he doesn't I would steal his chocolate again.
"Ryuzaki told me to follow you," said Matsuda I looked up at him and shook my head trying to convey that if he let me do what I was going to do, he was going to get in trouble, and being in trouble for losing my trail was a less severe punishment for him. I wouldn't mind being stuck in the hotel room for a while, it was worth a shot in my book. Besides, if L was trying to evaluate me as his successor, then this would be prime opportunity, he'd tell me to back off if this had no chance of working, but I don't think he has a 500-plus page psychology book memorized.
"Follow me out of the hotel and slowly walk around the block, come back here in thirty minutes and say that you've lost my trail. It won't matter, Ryuzaki will already know where I'm going and what I'm doing," I said as I stepped into the elevator. "In fact Matsuda, I'm 86% sure he already knows where I'm going and what I'm doing." I looked at him turning to look over my shoulder. His face was stunned as I walked out of the hotel.
"Aren't you worried about getting lost?" I shook my head and said that I've been to my destination before. I pushed the glass door open and walked out turning to my left and looked around the brightly lit city. People paid me no mind, to busy going home to their families was my guess. To be honest my biggest worry was getting into a fight. I mean I knew how to fight, I just wasn't confident in my skills. L seemed well-rounded, maybe I should ask him or Watari to teach me a better style than just going in there and reacting. Judo sounds fun, capoeira too.
"This is where we part Matsu, just so that your performance will be convincible, I'm going to let them explain where I am." I turned and ran not waiting for an answer as I took a detour, circling around and got back on the path that Watari had took to get to the place when we set it up. The moon light was the only other help I was getting besides the street lamps. I was wishing I had taken a jacket too, it was a little chilly. Live and learn, when about to go on an impulsive rampage make sure to keep a jacket along the path to the door, though I could've used the window. This is where my cape would come in handy.
I suppose that I should use my time walking to the holding chambers to plan out what I was going to say to Misa. Though, I had gotten this far in complete impulse why should I stop? So far it was working for me, and actually I was curious to see how far this could take me. Matt was going to get a kick out of this when I tell him eventually. A part of me was getting tired of this case already, wanting to go home.
A gentle tone was going to have to be in use, Misa as close to breaking, this much was a given. Trying to build her back up was going to be a challenge, it would be easier to keep trying to break her. That was the entire reason me of storming out, not an option. This was going to be a challenge, but I think with time a comfortable Misa would be more willing to give me information than a scared broken one.
It took about half an hour, but I eventually got there, I panted and walked in carefully. My shoes made an echo with every step as I took the familiar path to the muffled cries of Misa. The halls were dark, the walls colored brown the only white room was the one we had repainted for Amane, and it was also the only room with lights. My hand gently ran against the wood as I walked through the hall, my eyes closed and breaths deep and thoughtful. I opened the door, and to my demise, saw Watari look up from his table of torture. I lifted my chin and looked at the room, trying to disguise my nervousness.
"E, what are you doing here?" asked the old man slightly showing his surprise on my entrance. I closed the door, turning my head toward it to make sure it didn't slam. I kept my calm expression on as I walked in and looked at Misa. I ignored L asking me the basic same question as I hooked my thumbs into the pockets of my jeans. I didn't turn toward the camera, I was still unhappy at the man behind it and I was going to make it clear during my interrogation, though it was going to be more of a conversation, but whatever.
"Calm down, I'm not going to get myself killed, he wouldn't be here if that was a possibility," I gestured toward Watari with my elbow. I used my left hand to scratch my cheek and looked at the bound girl. "Give me an hour, and I will explain when I get back." I still didn't turn toward the camera, the lights were bright, this much I knew. My shadow was at least three feet longer than my body, and about five shades darker than it was outside. I walked over to Misa and stood a few feet from her, pausing as she turned as much as she could toward me, she had been gagged.
"Alright E, you have an hour. We had to gag her because she tried to bite her tongue," said L from the speakers I hooked up, a new dub that L was using ringing through the room. I turned slightly toward the camera, blinking in thought for a moment. I nodded slowly and walked behind Misa. She started trembling more, I let my expression soften as I tried to calm her down.
There were a few options that ran through my head as to why I was granted permission. The first one I said earlier, but I'll repeat it. L was evaluating me as a potential successor, in order to get a complete understanding on how I worked I was going to have to be let off of the leash. I just broke the leash, shredded it into tiny pieces. The other reason I was confident was going along the fact I just stormed out on impulse to come here. Anyone would be crazy to think I was going to step down after coming this far.
"Alright Misa, I'm going to remove the gag. If you bite your tongue, I'm sorry but I'll have to replace it, understand?" Misa nodded her head, barely, and make a muffled noise that supported the conformation. I untied the tight knot of the gag, looking at the camera for a brief moment. I walked across the room and sat just in view of the camera on the floor, bringing my right knee to my chest and hugged it.
"Why are you here?" Misa asked fear still lacing her voice slightly trembling. I pulled my leg closer slightly as I started twirling the end of my hair around my finger, so this is why Near did this. It was comforting, the knots in my stomach were slowly untying themselves. I saw Watari sit down, watching in unrestrained curiosity, if he was curious I could only imagine how Task Force, or even L was reacting.
"I'm here because I want to talk," I said simply. "I don't agree in the slightest in what they did to you and I had a better solution, however I figured it would sound silly if I said it out loud, so I didn't. You were a model Misa, how was it? And I know this won't matter but you may call me whatever you wish as long as it starts with an E." My voice was quiet but monotone. I turned my head to the left and stared at the corner for a second. See how she reacts here, see how much work I was going to have to do to get her comfortable.
"M-my modeling? Why, who is asking?" She started hyperventilating. I stood up and gently held her shoulders, this was going to be harder than I thought, she was dangerously close to breaking and telling us everything, I didn't want to break her, I wanted her to trust me. Trust at this point was everything, I even had a plan B in case on the off chance we were wrong. If she trusted me, I could see if she was willing to help on the investigation, Kira seemed like the kind of person to me that could use a piece of arm candy, that was mean. Though, Kira to me did seem to be a shallow person. Like I said, I'd see if she was willing.
"Misa, calm down. Nobody is asking but me, there isn't some cree-" I stopped mid-sentence and turned slightly toward the camera, L did classify as creepy to those who didn't know how to deal with eccentric people. I frowned and looked toward the ceiling pursing my lips together in thought, "there isn't some pervert," I paused again trying to decide if that was the right word, so far it was, "trying to keep you for himself. I am clearly female, and I don't roll that way. I just want to talk, is that ok?" She hesitated, unsure how to respond.
I walked back to my spot and started twirling my hair again. Patience was everything. I've learned this virtue, but I couldn't stand boredom so it was almost a lost cause. Some orphans were like this when they first arrive, the first step, or the one most effective is one that puts them in control. I had to give myself a name and a story, once she trusts me, maybe she'll tell me what we need to know. I looked up at her and stopped twirling my hair momentarily.
"Kira killed the man that killed my parents," I said suddenly. Misa perked up I had to keep my emotions toward Kira, the judgment I had toward him because Misa worshiped him. The wording of the videos was clear on this point and at this point I had every right to believe she was in fact the Fake-Kira. "I hated that man with everything a five year-old could manage, but I still fought to keep him alive. I hate death, can't stand it. I had no other family and I was sent to an orphanage to grow up. My offer stands Misa, no matter what happens I will fight to keep you alive."
"H-how did you parents die?" Misa was more curious, from her tone of voice she had almost forgotten her predicament, but lines of concern still lined her mouth and around her nose. I took a deep breath and thought through some math, how common the deaths of my small family were compared to majority of the murders in the world. Gunshots, if you search for those the chance of my case within the first ten pages was .02%, I was safe.
"Shot, mom was in the chest. My dad and sister in the head, I can't sleep on that night anymore. Nightmares still haunt me even after all of these years. I guess I should thank Kira for killing the killer, if I hadn't saved him. I don't think 'an eye for an eye' is appropriate, everyone makes mistakes. Mistakes deserve consequences, but death might take things too far." I looked toward Misa, there was a 67% chance she would say something that suggested she worshiped Kira, but that wouldn't help us we knew she was Kira.
"Kira did the same for me, I'm in love with him." I tilted my head toward the side. This type of worship I partly understood, not personally but I remember reading it. She felt as if she owed Kira, again bringing back "an eye for an eye." To repay him for taking away something she hated with all the spite she could manage, she was going to turn it to love for him. "I want to help him anyway I can, does that mean I'm a bad person?" This question was a dangerous one to ask, depending on who she asked is the answer she'd receive would be different. My answer was going to be honest, I don't like lying either but I also don't have a problem with it.
"No, it doesn't it just means that you owe him one," I responded calmly as I lifted my head toward Watari. "Can I have a bowl of grapes?" he nodded and walked out of the room. "What have you tried to do repay him?" Misa's toes clenched against the metal as Watari handed me a bowl of green grapes. I put one in my mouth and offered Misa one. The sweet juices calmed me, I wanted to see if that was a testable fact, and I figured what they were feeding her was bland. It would be a nice change for her.
"Yes please," she said. I stood up and casually put one in her mouth letting her chew on it slowly in thought delaying her answer. I could almost guess how far people are leaning toward the screen back at the suite, but there was not going to be an answer, she'll use the time she was buying my chewing on the grape slowly to come up with something that was neither a lie nor the truth.
I stiffened as she bowed her head "Me. I gave Kira me." I nodded and smiled, thankful that the camera was filming my back. I was right, though this could be costing me points. It was all within reason and given time I was sure L could figure out what I was doing, though that's assuming he didn't already. She said the right thing to keep her out of jail for the moment, but this in a way was worse. "I promised him that I would do whatever he wanted me to do."
"So, you know who Kira is," I asked even though it sounded like a statement. Misa froze again as I looked at my watch, standing up giving Misa another grape after offering her another one. I let her finish chewing before I broke the bad news to her. "It's time for me to leave, I'll be back. I'm going to have to replace the gag." I walked over and got the cloth ready.
"Goodbye Eri," she said I froze. Eri meant "blessed with reason" I smiled gently as I tied the gag back on and walked out my head spinning, not fully believing that what I had just done worked. I was going to have to do this impulsive thing more often, she technically didn't confess but she did say that she was working for Kira. I knew I wasn't going to get anything more out of her, she probably knew I was trying to find out more about Kira, I would have to assure her that I had no interest, even though the entire point of me doing this was to find out who he was. My acting skills were going to be put to the test, wish the monotone thing could work for me.
I took the same path I took to get to Misa back to the hotel, my pace significantly slower at the expected earful from L and Task Force on how stupid my actions were. The cool air felt good, sure every now and again I'd take a walk around the block but I didn't pay attention to what I was seeing or who was around, my head was in the clouds thinking about the Kira Case.
The answers were almost in the palm of my hand, all I had to do was slowly coax her into giving me what I needed and then I could go home! I was homesick, when the fun tided down, I realized I missed the daily harassments of Mello, the laid-back nature of Matt, and the quiet Near. Mostly though I missed the pranks I'd pull, there was not enough time to study the hotel and plan a really elaborate prank before we moved, or avoid getting caught.
I stuck the key card into the hotel door and walked in, everyone; Matsuda included, turned and looked at me. I smiled shyly and put the card on the table near the door and walked deeper into the realm of the crème colored hotel. Before I went to face the stern talking to I grabbed a bowl of mixed berries from the suite's kitchen and then laid in my chair sideways.
Nobody was saying anything, just staring. It made me a little uncomfortable, I won't lie. I shifted my position as a blackberry's juices exploded in flavor on my tongue, I was secretly waiting for the clicks of handcuffs and the feeling of cool metal around my wrist. Nothing came, nothing happened I almost jumped when Aizawa broke the silence.
"Why did you leave, you were close to getting her confess to being who she is!" he half yelled throwing his arm in gesture toward the black screen that both L and I were staring at intently. I licked my lips in thought. I knew only I could explain this, even though I didn't know what words to use. L and I might be able to look like we could read minds, we were far from it.
"Her psychological state is fragile, if I continued forth with the interrogation all hope in gaining her trust would've been impractical. I am trying to acquire said trust," I mumbled holding a blueberry within my forefinger and thumb looking at it before bringing it to my mouth and chewing on it slowly, doing what Misa did to stall for time, however that wouldn't work unless I had a question to answer. "However on the off chance we were wrong I already have a Plan B."
"Why did you leave?" asked L quietly, in almost the same volume I had used to answer Aizawa's question. I took another berry and put it in my mouth chewing slowly. L turned his head toward me his eyes trying to unearth the secrets I held there. I rolled my shoulders uncomfortably and started lightly tugging at the ends of my hair, looking at how long it was getting anything to distract me, to buy me time. "Ebony, why did you leave?" Apparently not long, he only waited thirty seconds before repeating the question this time using the attention grabbing reflex by using my name.
"It wasn't right, what you were doing. If you actually read the answers of my past tests-the two I took seriously- those that involve torture of one of the investigators, or if there's the option of torturing the suspect, my answers were less sarcastic, more like an answer that a successor of L would give, not an Ebony answer," I whispered looking at the screen again trying my best to keep a straight face and not break down in tears right there. Tears were welling up in my eyes, I knew that Task Force was left in the dark, but L. L was intuitive enough to fill in the blanks, that for once I was going to have to act out on my own.
At school I was the kid being picked on, always being the smartest in my class. I knew basic algebra when I was in third grade, I taught myself. When Wammy's took me in, it was a haven, finally I was around those who thought on the same level as me. I belonged, but I threw this away pretending to be stupid and the teasing continued. I put on a brave face through it all, never once did I show that how I was being treated bothered me.
Seeing Misa break, it reminded me of me. Long nights I'd curl up in my bed and hug my knees in pain. When I was sent to Wammy's I'd smirk at them because they were teasing me about my low intelligence, and looking to my right, well this proved to them that I was smarter than all of them, and most of them combined. It was those earlier years that tore me apart, so I had a soft spot for people in a torturous position unless I knew there was no other way, or I simply didn't like the person.
"There are other ways to make people talk. Misa, I think we can all agree isn't the most colorful crayon in the box. If we could get her to trust one of us, though this will take longer, she might tell us clues that will lead us to what we need to know that wouldn't otherwise be given to us if we broke her spirit." I dropped my hair and looked around me, everyone's eyes were still looking at me.
"How sure are you that this will work?" asked Mr. Yagami seriously. I leaned back and considered this, I didn't really think about that when I stood up and left. Actually the only think I was thinking about was "I gotta get out of here" but that's beside the point. It's called an impulsive reaction for a reason, and I'm pretty sure I just demonstrated a lot of flaws on relying on it for a plan.
"75 to 80%, however I'm not sure if I'm right about her personality," I responded thankful we were slowly moving past my motives. I started eating my fruit again, my stomach wasn't in knots anymore. "L, if you don't mind I want to take over Misa's interrogation. The blindfold will remain there until we get what we need or that we come up with a different plan." The fact her DNA was on the envelopes from the Second Kira was a fact I wasn't going to ignore. Especially considering how Ukita died.
"Will all video and audio feeds remain intact?" I nodded. "Then I don't see why I should refuse. I've actually been waiting for you to show some initiative on this case, your friends back at home said that you're smarter than you look, I want to see so myself." I blinked a few times, wondering how he got said information. The more inconspicuous way that the three of them would be able to pick up on was during the tests. Sneaky little detective L was.
"And you wait until now to tell me? I've known that this was just a tool you've been using to accurately put me in the rankings, so I think I have the right to know; where do I rank L?" I felt the air in the room freeze, I've only used the name twice. Not only that, but I was freely implying Wammy's purpose. The other people here had no clue what I meant, and I supposed they figured we weren't going to spill. The detective wasn't fazed, I meant business and he knew that this was my way of expressing it, by dancing the line he didn't want me crossing. I turned and met his gaze as he thought my question over.
"If you were willing to take over, you would easily be first, however because you've shown me how easily you are distracted, it's a tie." I nodded and asked if my rankings were still being posted. "No, we took you off of the list. However, this is similar to the tests given. I will tell Roger to let the others know how you fare." I closed my eyes and laid my forehead on my knees, Mello wasn't going to be happy about this. Well, might as well get ready to face his wrath. I'm going to need a bomb structure and a lifetime supply of twinkies please.
"Um, I'm sorry but Ryuzaki, Ebony, we're not exactly following your conversation," said Matsuda I closed my eyes, I had forgotten that they were there. Okay, I knew they were there but I forgot we were still speaking in Japanese, maybe we should take these conversations into a language that almost nobody knows. I turned around and smiled my apologies and then looked toward L to see if it was alright to explain to them the basics. He shook his head and I shrugged in apology, turning my head to stare at the wall in thought once more.
I heard the cops walk back into the main room, all three tired. I leaned forward a little and then leaned back and started thinking, so I was up to par with Near. Mello wasn't going to be happy about that, but the thing is, if the two of them work together I would be surpassed myself. Now, all I had to do was prove it to them, but how was my question.
"Ebony," L said quietly as if he didn't want the others to hear. I turned toward him and raised my eyebrows gently tucking my now waist length hair behind my ear. "Light is also going to be taken in for interrogation, I would like to see you interrogate him as well." Excitement bubbled up in my stomach. Interrogating him was going to be fun, mainly because I didn't particularly like that little liar. My conscience was going to be clear, that's all I was worried about at that point.
"I understand, my interrogation method is going to be like rain and shine though," I replied in a whisper, frowning at my now empty bowl of fruit. "But I'm free to do whatever I want to him, right?" I shrugged and put the yellow glass fixture on my head like a hat. I smiled as the bowl covered my eyes as I turned my head making it spin on my head. I could barely see, and a yellow rim was at the edge of the top of my vision.
"He's still a member of this team, and if he is Kira he knows your face, once he knows your name, must I finish?" I shook my head but I smiled all the same, I had more power! I could now call Light out for being a liar and not have to worry about him tackling me to the ground and killing me with his bare hands. I laughed at the thought. This was going to be fun!
"Tell me Ryuzaki, what do you think my name starts with?" I asked suddenly remembering that Kira needed a face, if he could give me the right answer then I would worry about Kira getting it right. L looked at me quizzically but said he assumed it was an E. "That's why I chose Ebony, my real name starts with a totally different letter on the other end of the alphabet. The whole point was to choose a different name so people can't figure out who we really are, so I did just that. Though, if you want the true story, the name I had in mind was too much like my real name so I went with the reason why I wanted that name to be my name."
"Interesting, and clever. So Watari was right about you. He said that when you wanted to be, you were almost identical to me in intelligence, personality you and I are different in that way." I nodded in agreement. I turned toward L as he started typing on the laptop that was in front of him, need to work on observation. I thought about all the late nights, and how I generally viewed the type of relationship we had.
It was like Near, but different. I felt protective over the tiny white kid, whether it be from Mello or anyone else. L on the other hand, I looked up to him but the warmth that could be compared to a mother's hug was still there. Near was my "little brother" and L was my "big brother" interesting.
"Ebony, you haven't slept in three days. I think it would be wise if you were to go to bed." I nodded and made the detective his coffee and then smiled at him as I made my way to the bedroom in suite and collapsed on the bed, glancing at the clock before I fell asleep. 4:32 am.
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To Nuzuna Fujieda: Thanks for the compliment, means a lot to think that people that don't know me think the same thing as my friends. I'm extremely happy you love it!
To Kashgal and Natures Ruler:
Pie: Hey guys, I feel kinda bad for throwing Mello to the dogs. Sure it was my idea and all, but you could've talked me out of it.
Ebony: Nahh he deserved it, multiple reasons why, but I don't want to waste this bonding time to talk about someone that isn't with us anymore.
Pie: You say that like he's dead. I am pretty sure he's still alive….err right Matt?
Matt: Don't bring me into this! Though I wonder what's going on in Mello world. *smirks*
Ebony: …probably saying something along the lines of "Let me go you crazy people! I need to get back at the bitches who did this to me!" That's assuming he can talk, if he can't then it's more "mmf!"
Pie: And there's Ebony for you, genius one moment totally nuts the next.
Matt: You say that like she was just…you mean the story I knew that.
Ebony: Let's keep moving, I have a sinking feeling in my stomach.