Aizawa exited the room, the boy with the blindfold lifting his head towards the noise, "Are we done?" He asked in a tiny voice.
Aizawa didn't answer. He turned to Matsuda and Mogi, who had been watching from the other side of the 2 way mirror, recording
the conversation.
"Did you get it?"
"Yeah, Matsuda said, "want me send in the next one?"
"yeah, go ahead and send him in..." Aizawa said, rubbing his temple, "I don't think I can do this a third time,
I'm getting a migrane just thinking about Kira..."
Matsuda shrugged, "I'll do it. I know the questions we're suppose to ask."
Aizawa shrugged, "Whatever..."
Matsuda waited for the last person to come in. This one was a boy with short blonde hair;he had long lanky limbs
"this kid should go out for basketball..." Matsuda thought to himself.
"Hello," he said, " my name is Taro Matsui. I'm here to ask you a few questions."
"why the hell am I blindfolded?" the boy asked, though his tone was flat.
"Safty reasons," Matsuda said sympathetically, "It'll be taken off when we're done."
"It better..." the boy said, as flat as the first time.
Matsuda nodded, "Alright Mr...Holmes," he said reading the paper, "what were you doing at the bar in question before it
burned down?"
"Getting a beer," the boy said, "and I was hoping to score some weed"
"Well, at least you're honest," Matsuda said almost cheerfully. The boy seemed to relax by degree's, relizing his interigator
wasn't going to just demand answers from him like the other police had when he'd first been brought in with the other two.
"Can I get some water, my mouths dry," he asked.
"Oh, sure" Matsuda said pouring some from a nearby pitcher and handing him the cup. The boy drank it, wiping his mouth.
"Much better.."
Matsuda smiled good naturedly "Can you describe who was at the bar?" Matsuda asked "anyone unusual?"
The boy cracked his neck, " Not really. My buddy Beni Underwood was with me. There were a bunch of guys in there drinking,
some of them doing drugs. Me and Beni were toking, so we wern't paying a lot of attention..."He seemed to pause, "well, there
was that one guy..."
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Mogi and Aizawa and Ide leaned in, listening intently, watching from behind the mirror.
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" 'that one guy?' " Matsuda asked curious
"there was tha tone guy who came in. He was quiet. didn't order thing, I don't think. Just sat down watching everyone scribbling
in some notebook..."
Matsuda gaped, "what? What color was the notebook?"
"Black I think... with some silver stuff near the top. Why does that matter?"
"Did you recognize him?" Matsuda asked.
"No, I'd never seen him before."
"what did he look like?"
"Eh..I guess he was average height..." the boy said, trying to remember, "his hair was really dark, not black, but almost...and I think
his eyes were brown... I can't say for sure... but he kept muttering to himself..."
Matsuda sat back in his chair, shocked.
"So, is that what you wanted to know?" the boy asked, "Are we done here?"
"yeah...we're done..." Matsuda said, the guard walked over and led the blindfolded teen out of the room. Matsuda exited from the
other door. when he entered the room the others were in, they practically buzzing. Ide and Mogi were discussing looking for
surveylance videos from that night, while Aizawa dialed on the phone.
"Hello, Watari? This is Aizawa...put me on with L."
Johnny sat on the couch, Rekab sat to his left, cross legged, with Tanya sitting in his lap, leaning against him, completly at ease with
the death god. Johnny held a large bowl of popcorn in his lap. Rekab reached over and grabbed a handful, popping it into his mouth,
crunching noisily.
"You're really good at making popcorn,' he said bouncing his leg a little.
"Thanks," Tanya said beaming up at him, "it's the one thing I know how to cook besides cereal and toast" she said snuggling closer
into death gods lap.
Johnny crunched on some of the popcorn
"Nothing like popcorn and action movies, huh?" he said half to himself.
Rekab nodded, "beats sand and bones, that's for sure...gimmie some more of that pop corn"