Rebel's P.O.V.
"Do you know about the Kira case?" I ask.
His eyes widen. "You think it was Kira that killed the gunman?"
"It's possible. I actually flew here to aid in the case. So I'd appreciate it if you could tell me everything you know."
He scratched his head. "Well, I know that L has taken over trying to catch him."
Bingo.
"Rumor has it, that he is choosing some people from the NPA to help him."
"Really," I ask, "Where is the center of the NPA located? Do you know?"
"Yes! I can call you a cab, and get him to take you there, I'll even pay for it."
"Trying to get rid of me already?" I joke.
"N-no! I'm not trying to… I mean I was just…."
"It's fine. I'm only kidding."
A look of relief crosses is face. "Oh good."
The cab drops me off at a large building. I walk through the double glass door. Walking to the front desk, I see a man hang up his phone. "May I help you?"
Crap, I didn't actually think this far through my plan. "Y-yes, who is the chief of the NPA?" I ask, trying to buy myself some time. "Soichiro Yagami," he says off the top of his head.
Well, I can't exactly meet him yet, because I have no way of knowing for sure if he is actually involving the NPA, in the case, let alone the chief. This was sort of a pointless visit.
I know for a fact that he won't give away L's location, even if he knew it.
"Thanks, that's all I needed."
I walk back outside and take a deep breath. Well I'm here, but I have no idea how to get to where I need to go. I don't have a number I can call L at. This sucks.
I start walking down the street, when something catches my eye. A bright pink delivery truck rushes past me, and then something clicks. L's favorite cake company drives trucks like that.
I start running trying to catch up with the truck. It's my only lead.
My arm throbs with every step I take, but I quickly dismiss the idea of stopping. I push my way past people while receiving angry looks and yelling in Japanese. I shake them off and continue to follow the truck.
It pulls up to a tall building. An older man in a black suit, stands in front of the building. The truck driver hands the man a huge stack of pink boxes.
I rush up to the older man. "Here let me help you with some of those," I say, taking about five boxes off the top of the stack.
"That is very kind of you Miss…"
"Rebel, you may call me Rebel."
He lifts a busy white eyebrow, "And what are you doing here, Miss Rebel?"
"I'm looking for someone important. He needs my help; at least I think he does, and if he doesn't then I still want to help him," I say, not really confident that what I just said made any sense.
"Hmmm" he replies, "well if you wouldn't mind, could you help me bring these packages upstairs?"
"Of course," I say, following him into the building. We enter an elevator and I shift the boxes so they don't fall.
We ride silently until the elevator dings, signaling our arrival. We exit the elevator to a huge stretch of hallway, and the man shifts his boxes to one hand, so he can reach for his pass key. The door opens, and I follow him into the room.
"Yes, if you wouldn't mind putting them on the table through that door right there," he says, while setting his own boxes on the small counter in the kitchen.
The door he is talking about is the kind that swings open when you push it, with no door handle required. I push through the door and nearly drop the packages.
I silently look at each face in the room and they all silently stare back, with jaws dropped on the floor.
I carefully set down the pink boxes on the floor. L doesn't regain his composure until the spoon hanging out of his mouth drops to the floor.
The old man pushes his way through the door, smiling, "L, it seems that you ordered more than just the desserts."
"Watari…" L trails off. Mello and Matt jump off of the couch and come rushing up to me, embracing me in a soul-squeezing hug. Nobody says anything, until I feel something wet dripping on my shoulder.
"Mello, are you crying?" I ask softly.
They both pull back and Mello sniffs, "Of course I'm not crying, I just have a bus in my eye!"
Matt laughs, "Well I think the bus is leaking."
L gapes at us. "Rebel, how did you, when… why?"
"I don't care if you need my help or not," I say, "I'm going to help you guys, I miss you too much. Please let me stay."
L sighs, "Well I can't very well send you back, can I?"
I smile and shake my head, running up and hugging him. He smells like sugar and paper.
Suddenly he pulls away, "Rebel, why is your arm bandaged?"
I have to tell them.
"I took a plane to get here; while we were flying a gunman went in the cockpit and shot the pilot. I tried to stop him but he grazed me, then he had a heart attack. Once he was down, I had to convince the co-pilot to stop cowering in the bathroom and fly the plane."
The guy's expressions revealed shock. "Well if that's not an initiation into the case, I don't know what is," Matt said, giving me a high five.
L sat back in his chair and brought his finger to his lip, "Very interesting."
"Hey L, what are we going to do about the Task Force? They haven't met Rebel yet and they won't be very happy about it," Mello added, flopping onto the couch, "Not that I care if they're happy or not, they're all idiots, especially that Matsuda guy."
I laugh.
"Yes, Rebel, the Task Force is aiding us in the case, because, well they insisted once I came to Japan. They have to be involved in everything it seems; it's quite troublesome at times. They will ask that I give you an alias, so I must come up with one... in the meantime, I must ask you something very important."
"What is it?" I ask, starting to worry a bit.
"If you could, may you use sign language around them?"
I gasp, "You want me to be mute?" I ask thinking back to Andie, then shaking . in the meantime, I must ask you something very important."
"What is it?" I ask, starting to worry a bit.
"If you could, may you use sign language around them?"
I gasp, "You want me to be mute?" I ask thinking back to Andie, then shaking my head.
"No, do not misunderstand me, I love your voice, we all do, but this case is extremely dangerous, and you are our secret weapon in a sense. I want you to have a completely new alibi. You may talk using your voice when it is just us around."
"Ok…" I agree. "Wait a second, where is Near and Beyond?" I ask.
"The sheep is working on a case in America, and Beyond is hanging out with Naomi Misora. He's got himself a crush on her," Mello answers.
"I thought Naomi was married?"
"Her husband was killed by Kira, earlier on in the case," Matt says.
"That's horrible!" I say.
"Yes, very unfortunate," L replies, when I hear a knock on the door.
"That's the idiots now!" Mello says.
Watari goes to open the door, "Remember sign language, Rebel."
I nod.
The men enter, into the room, dropping cell phones and pagers on the table beside the door.
"Who's that?" the younger one asks, as they all sit down on the couch.
"Gentlemen, welcome back," L says, "I have decided to add a new member to our team. This is Angel, she is mute, and so she will communicate by using sign language."
The younger one smiles. "I'm Matsuda!" he says and extends his hand out to shake.
"I'm Soichiro."
"Aizawa."
"Mogi."
"Ukita."
"Ide."
They all introduce themselves.
"L, she's just a kid, are you sure she's really capable of doing anything productive? Besides gossiping about boys and painting her nails?" The one with the afro hair cut comments.
Stereotypical much?
"I can assure you that she will be very useful for this case, Aizawa," L replies calmly.
Mello huffs, "and it doesn't really matter about her age, either."
"Right, well have her tell us about what she knows about the Kira case."
L gives me a look and I nod.
Kira, seems to need a name and a face to kill. He is capable of committing a crime without actually needing to be there. But if memory serves, the gunman who killed the pilot on my flight to Japan, dropped from a heart attack without anyone else being in the room. It's possible that it was just stress induced, but if it wasn't then Kira had to be on that flight, and see his face. But he never said his name. So it's possible that either, Kira's abilities have advanced to the point where he or she doesn't need a name, or perhaps we have a second Kira, I sign.
L give the members the gist of what I said and went on further to explain about the gunman.
The Task Force looked at me in awe. "Thank you detective wannabe," Aizawa mumbles.
Mello's fist clenches, like he's going to punch him.
You're welcome detective talk down to me, I sign.
Mello unclenches his fist and gives me a high five.
"What did she just say?" Matsuda asks.
"Oh just that she's happy to be helping us with the case," Matt says.
Aizawa raises his eyebrows. "So what, she gave a great lead, but come on. Let's all come back to reality."
I reject your reality and substitute my own!
"She probably won't give us anything else after that. She just wants to play with the big boys."
I give a half laugh, keep your words sweet, cause you just might have to eat them.
"Now what did she say?" he asks raising his voice.
"She admires your opinion and honesty," Matt says before Mello can tell him the truth.
"That-a-girl Angel!" Matsuda shouts, "if we keep an open mind about this case, then success and happiness is just around the corner!"
Too bad the world is round, I sign.
"What did she say?" Matsuda asks.
Mello rubbed his temples, "It still amazes me that every time you open your mouth, it manages to prove that you're an idiot."
Matsuda looked hurt, "She said that?"
Mello sighed, "nope, that one was all me."
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