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L:
The detective stared at Misa Amane, the Second Kira. Her hair and fingerprints were recovered from the tapes made to the Sakura TV building. He had her restrained, and locked in confinement until he gets her to confess. The Task Force hadn't approved of his methods, but they could argue all they wanted, when Ryuzaki's mind is made up, he wouldn't change it.
Just like he knew Light Yagami was the original Kira. Though he lacked any ties with Miss Amane, that meant little. He was convinced the two killers had not met yet, so he could not be ruled out yet. Shika had been right. Kira must be intelligent, more so than any regular student in Japan. Light was the best in the system, therefore he was more qualified to hide from L for so long. And his father was the chief of police, which also gave his son a strong sense of duty to justice, though maybe warped in some ways.
Misa wasn't talking, only sniffling occasionally.
"Miss Amane," he said through the com on the table. "Are you willing to confess to being the Second Kira now?"
She shook her head. All she could hear was a distorted voice over a speaker in her cell. It had been a week since he had her arrested, and none of the others wished to keep her there. They thought she was innocent, like she was above such acts of violence, but the evidence spoke loud and clear. He just needed time. She'd crack eventually.
Shika:
"The results are in," Roger Ruvie announced, placing the tests on the table between us in his office. "Mello has met your requirements to the 't'. I will tell him to pack his belongings. When will you be ready to depart from here?"
"Give me two days, and we'll go, but don't tell them yet. I want to be the one to let them know. That way, I can break up any fights that might happen."
"Very well. But, Miss Fauxe, a word?"
"Shoot."
"Where has Neches gone?"
"He left ahead of me to inform L about our little 'run in' with the man downstairs."
"And what will happen to him when you leave?"
"I'm taking him with us. L will want to question him too. No need sending him by himself later on. It'd be a waste of time."
"I'll make his passports. Do you need an escort to stop him from running off?"
I smiled devilishly. "I think I can manage."
Mello:
Mello sat on his bed, bouncing his leg in anticipation. He ate some chocolate, muttering to himself. He had to have won. He just had to! L was someone to be respected. To be chosen to help the Kira case would surely make him his successor.
A knock sounded from his door. Hurriedly, the choco-holic rushed to the door, hiding his eagerness behind a mask of indifference. Surely, it was Shika. He opened it, seeing exactly who he thought he'd see.
"Can I come in," the blue haired woman asked.
"I don't see why not."
He let her past him, closing the door behind them. He didn't want anyone to interrupt their conversation. He honestly felt like he'd die if she didn't start talking.
"Mello, you have tested to be physically fit and smart enough to accompany me back to Japan."
His heart leapt into his throat.
"Pack your things. We leave in two days, just don't tell any of the other kids, please. The last thing I need is a bunch of people asking why I didn't choose them."
Grinning ear to ear, he nodded eagerly. They were leaving so soon? Great! They'd see L much faster if they left immediately, then he can show him just how suited he is for the role of L. Mello could hardly wait for the 48 hours to end.
Near:
The albino child sat on his floor in his usual half-crouched manner, playing with small tops. They spun nicely on the wooden floors, not having to resist the friction if it had been carpeted instead.
He would not win the trip to Japan. He knew this with a firm certainty. Obviously, Shika Fauxe was looking for Mello's personality, but he didn't hold it against any of them. It was logical to search for someone who can protect themselves seeing as one of their associates had been kidnapped. The situation, however, made him stop and think.
Why would L allow another person to see his face? That was a risky move. How could the other woman be taken, along with her partner, if they had worked on the Task Force, whom were mostly cops? Why was Shika keeping one of the gang members captive only to interrogating him once? There was also Neches' disappearance to consider. The gang –this 'Axlum'- hadn't taken him like the last two. He had made it to Wammy's House with her, and she seemed very protective of him. The day he left, she was shaken up. This means his leave was not planned. And what was Shika hiding? It was odd that she never ate around people, nor did she go outside often with her sunglasses always on. With how fit she was, it would make sense that she would be very active to stay that way, but he hadn't seen her go for a run or perform any kind of physical labor. When she spoke of the Axlum, she had to consider for some time what to tell him. That meant she didn't want him knowing certain facts surrounding them. That language, it had to have something to do with it. She didn't answer directly where it came from, claiming even L would not know of its existence. How could she have been so sure of that?
"Near?" called Shika, tapping his door lightly.
Standing and avoiding kicking the tops which still twirled in their dance, he let the woman in. She glanced at the toys, but ignored them altogether.
"I did not meet your requirements."
"No."
"I thought as much."
He went back to sitting on the floor, reaching for one of the fallen spinners, but she didn't leave. Her fingers fiddled with the hem of her shirt as she chewed on her lip.
"I wanted to give you this. I know you can keep a secret, but you have to promise not to tell anyone, not even L if he asks, okay?"
She reached for her pocket, hooking her thumb in the fabric. Now he was curious. A secret from L? How interesting. Even though he wanted her to get to the point, he let her speak in case she changed her mind. His expression never betrayed his mind, still stark white.
"..Yes."
Shika smiled widely, happy to hear that one word. Pulling out an envelope from her front pocket, she handed it to him, then got something small out of her back pocket.
"Read this when Mello and I leave. It'll explain everything, and give you directions. Just remember, no matter what she says, you cannot go to the Task Force or police or even-"
"L," he finished for her, watching her free hand to see what she was doing.
"Right. And this," she gave him yet another object, "is how you'll contact us. Don't lose it anywhere. That thing's expensive."
It was a cold rectangle, the front a reflective surface while the other was black metal. There were three small buttons on the thin width, an outlet, a tiny circle in one corner, and what appeared to be mosquito resistant mesh except harder on the top. There was a logo, but not one he'd ever seen before.
"What is this?"
"A phone," she laughed. "Just click that," she showed him where, "to turn the screen on. And these control volume, that's the camera, and here's where your headphones would go."
"I have never seen technology like this before. Which country makes these?"
Another laugh. "Not anywhere around here. That's how I know it'll be safe to use. I have one just like it." She showed me her phone. "Let me show you how to make a call or text."
Matt:
Nothing ever happened to anyone in third place. That was a life lesson Matt learned being the third in line to be L's successor. It's not like he really wanted to do it, but still. Everyone usually forgot he even existed. They only ever focused on Near or Mello, not to sound too bitter or anything.
Sighing, he hooked up is Nintendo to his TV. A little gaming could fix his frazzled nerves. He had been pushed to try out for something he'd never get. It was more than a little exhausting.
Zoning in to his character, Matt completely missed the knocking on his bedroom door. Seeing his attention would not be won, the person slipped a note and small device under the doorframe. He'd find it later, maybe on his way to dinner.
Hopefully, he didn't step on it on his way out.