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Japan
"…That's how you know you fucked up, that's how you know you fucked up…" Akira hummed the rest of the words under his breath as he twisted his hands that were still restrained behind his back, in an effort to loosen them. If he had to hazard a guess as to how long he'd been out for, he was certain it was his birthday.
'And I haven't even been wished a happy one.' He felt the rope loosen enough for him to escape and held it in place with his fingers, all the while not giving a hint of what was going on to whomever was watching him. 'Someone is going to turn up at some point, be it to feed me, take me to the bathroom or kill me, someone will come.' Until then, Akira could wait, he was more than able to be patient when waiting for his target. 'And I'll remove whomever comes, make my escape and regroup.' He couldn't let L get to his Master, and if that meant killing the detective by giving it his all, he'd have to do it.
The sound of approaching footsteps reached his ears and he tilted his head towards the sound, but he refused to remove his eyes from the camera lens. 'How convenient.' Looks like he had a God smiling down upon him after all. The older man who'd taken his DNA and fingerprints appeared outside of his cell, unlocking it using an electronic keypad Akira couldn't see the code to, and entering his cell.
"You'll be taken to the bathroom to freshen up, but your hands will remain tied." The man went on to untie Akira's legs and waist from the chair, glancing down at the rope that bound his hands together but not actually moving to check it, before roughly grabbing Akira by his upper arm and dragged him up from the chair and out of the room.
'I don't like being manhandled unless it's in the bedroom, old man.' But Akira kept his mouth shut, if they were stupid enough to assume he wasn't as large a threat he really was, that would be their own undoing. The man led him down an empty corridor, the only signs of cameras appeared to be in the corners of the hallways and staircases. 'But they can be easily enough avoided.' He was led to a nondescript bathroom, bare of anything that could be used as a weapon, but Akira was more than able to use his body as one, and he was pushed into it.
"You have five minutes. Your hands stay tied." The man closed the door but left it an inch open, Akira could see his shadow just outside the room.
'Well then.' He twisted his hands a bit more and the rope fell from its position, Akira grabbing it and sitting it upon the sink as he rubbed his raw wrists and went to untangling it. 'Guess I've now got something to strangle you with. Wonder if you came down with any keys.' He silently jumped up upon the sink and fiddled with the coarse rope in his hands, kicking his feet out in front of him as he silently hummed under his breath whilst counting down the minutes until the man would grow impatient enough to look in on him.
"You were the man in collage, got a degree in awesome and had more zeros in your bank then all the matrix coding…" He didn't even know where he picked the song up from, having had it stuck in his head on a loop for days now.
'My bet is that it was my roommates fault.' Not that it bothered him much, gave him something to sing whilst passing the time. 'It's probably a really good thing I left my phone at the hotel by mistake after visiting Master.' Though he would have been upset about leaving it behind in any other situation, at least it couldn't be used against him. 'And L's never going to find the one I sent those anonymous messages off of.' He'd trashed the second one after sending the second text.
Ten seconds past the given five minutes the old man entered the bathroom, just as Akira knew he would. He didn't hesitate to attack.
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Japan
"How can this even…?" Chief Yagami trailed off as he looked down at the paper work, an expression of deep exhaustion on his face. "What am I…?"
L couldn't even begin to understand what the man was going through. His young child taken at six months turns up years later as an attempted murderer of the world's greatest detective and was currently tied to a chair in a cell. 'Not to mention that the man who took him is still on display in the Kira meeting.' He looked towards the main entry, looking back towards the chief at the sound of shuffling paper. 'Where is Watari, he should have been back by now.'
"He has a tattoo of angel wings on his back?" Chief Yagami was holding photos of what was apparently a tattoo.
'I've never seen it. Though he never removed his shirt in my presence.' L stretched out a hand towards the chief. "May I see?" He was handed the photos without a word. The tattoo was what the chief had said, an elaborate set of angel wings that covered the entire span of the teenagers back, but they were marred by the chain that wove around them as though keeping the teenager from flight. L flipped through the pictures of the grey and black tattoo before catching sight of something unusual in the shading of the individual feathers.
'What on earth?' Hidden within the shading on the feathers were hundreds of names and dates, each small enough to go unnoticed unless carefully looked for, but clear enough for the names and dates to be read. 'These names are familiar.' The foreboding feeling he had earlier retuned tenfold, setting the photos aside L was quick to bring up the details of his personal project. The Nightmare assassin.
"That doesn't look like anything to do with the Kira case." Aizawa said, catching sight of what L was looking at.
"That's because it's not, it's something I've been working on in my spare time." L said absently, bringing up the list of the deceased. "I just need to make sure…" He trailed off when the names from the tattoo matches those L had found, and there were plenty he hadn't come across either. 'We need to increase the security around Akira; Light.' He's sneaking suspicion was correct and he quickly looked to the camera which should have shown the teenage assassin. "Where's he gone?!" L got to his feet looking at the screen in horror. 'Where's Watari?'
"Wasn't he tied to the chair?" Aizawa was also looking at the screen in confusion.
"I thought Watari went down to take care of him?" Matsuda chimed up. None of the detectives seemed to realize just how serious the situation suddenly was.
'Akira; Light, has seen my face, he's seen everyone's faces and has access to someone who is the current suspect of being Kira.' "We need to find Watari, arm yourselves and keep your eyes open." L rarely used weapons, much preferring to go hand-to-hand, but Akira was dangerous and L didn't want to take the risk. 'And I've already been shot once.' The stitches pulled uncomfortably when he stood, but L ignored the pain as he removed a gun he'd hidden under the table he frequently sat at.
"What's made you act this way? He may have managed to shoot you, but we outnumber him?" Matsuda asked, but he still withdrew his gun along with Aizawa and Mogi.
"He's a threat, we have to return him to his cell." Chief Yagami said, pulling his own gun. "We need to find Watari and Akira, stay in groups."
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