I couldn't get over the note. Who wrote it? How could I become the hero in L's world? Who in the world is dramatic enough to call L's theory a "production?" A "taking relationship?" Someone is definitely plotting to hurt Carmen somehow, but for what reason? She's been sheltered her whole life, how can she have any enemies?
Where do I begin?
Let's start with what I know:
Carmen Grace
- "R"
- 15 years old
- American
- Blonde
- Try-hard in social situations
- Seems to be pretty knowledgeable, in terms of linguistics and current events
- Suspected of being the new Kira
L
- About mid-thirties?
- Platinum Blonde
- Childlike
- Compulsive, in terms of stacking and collecting toys
- 95% correct, in terms of theories and conjectures
A "Friend"
- Cryptic
- Theatrical [dramatic]
- "Enemy" of Carmen and L
I don't know where to go after this. I could say that Carmen was behind the whole "a friend" thing but she wouldn't want to. I don't think she's that smart. Also, there's the fact that she still doesn't know that I was Mae. The letter never mention about me "playing" Mae, only Toby. I need a person who knows that I'm not actually Toby, someone who doesn't know about being Mae. The person I'm trying to find probably has the same information as Carmen – no –more information than her. It's as if they have the same perspective, but he – or she – knows more about me than Carmen.
Who – or what – am I even searching for?
I took a deep breath and rubbed my eyes. It was getting late in the – well – morning, now. I don't think I was necessarily thinking for that long. Kira. Carmen. Could they be the same person? I'm always never skeptical of L, but Carmen's so… dull. There's no way that she could be Kira and not have been captured yet. I expected more of an evil, apparent killer but if she is, she's hiding her true nature very well. I expected my own Light Yagami.
There must have been something I missed.
I'm no L, but I don't think I'm as dull as her. Should I go over the case files of the first Kira again? Is there a reason to?
I looked at the case files next to my laptop. I guess I could go through them one more time. I opened the first of many manila folders to find pictures of the first death in Japan. To be honest, I can't even imagine a hostage situation anymore. Our country has become a place of school shootings that occur every other day. Among the bounded file, I found a note.
Exsell,
I don't think you're heading in the right direction. What do you actually know about the Kira case? What information has been redacted? How do you know that the L you know was the man that solved the first half of the Kira case? Why aren't you suspicious of him? Try to organize your thoughts in the way that L, my L, would have done.
A Friend
My "friend" knows my alias? It shouldn't be too hard for him to find my real name. How did he know what I was doing? What does he mean? The "L that I know" has there been another L? There was no mention of a "first half" of the Kira case. How does he expect me to know things that aren't available to me? I'm not a spy; I'm a detective, goddammit.
UPDATED
L (1st?)
- ? Loved a "friend"
- ?
L (2nd?)
- About mid-thirties?
- Platinum Blonde
- Childlike
- Compulsive, in terms of stacking and collecting toys
- 95% correct, in terms of theories and conjectures
A "Friend"
- Cryptic
- Theatrical [dramatic] Asshole
- "Enemy" of Carmen and L
- Omniscient
His L? Were they lovers?
- Loved L?
Where are the connections? What are the connections? Friend, please give me more information, you asshole. What makes him think that he's so high and mighty? Exsell. It's time to calm down. I took a long breath. It calmed me down a bit, but not enough to stop feeling my anger for my "friend." I started to go through the case files again. Through my peripheral, I could see the sun rising through the window. It wasn't until then that I realized that I was mentally exhausted. It was still quite early – around 7 am – but I guess I could sleep now and work later. Then again, I could try to find some kind of connection between the Kiras and the Ls and the others. The alarm went off, shrieking at me to start my night. I guess it was bedtime.
[4.5 hours later]
I opened my eyes to see the gleaming sun jeering at me. You haven't figured it out yet and now it's morning. How tedious. To be honest, I wish I could have some kind of genie that would just make me smarter than I actually was. I already had an acceptable IQ; I just have such an average mind. I don't think I have neither the capability nor the capacity to process this much information to have a clear solution.
I don't know what to think anymore. There are too many pieces missing from my puzzle. I took another moment to enjoy the last few moments in my bed and pulled myself up. Looking towards the desk, my eyes came across the plain white note that I discovered the night – or morning, rather – before. This "friend" needs to give me more pieces. It's not like I can piece together the picture if I don't have enough pieces.
"Are you here? Are you an apparition? Give me a damn sign." I said aloud. It couldn't hurt, right?