Kira Revolution

The New L

Me : -gasps- Umm, interesting chapter... (ALERT : I have a message for you in the end, if anyone cares, please read it. :3)

Near : No, it's not.

Me : Haha, you're jealous.

Near : Of what ?

Me : You're jealous of... what happens in this chapter ! xP

"Is this the right thing to do ...?"

The dazzling mirage leaning against the tile wall of the bathroom, turned his head to the side, provoked by the quiet question. The girl lying in the bathtub relaxed among the bubbles flying around her as she gazed up to the white ceiling , covered with the water's humid fumes.

L's hands writhed within his pockets. "What ?"

"Saying I'm L , when in fact I'm nothing more or less but Yumikaze Alice..." Alice turned pensive as she added , "No such thing as his greatness."

"You mean my greatness." he corrected tensely , but she scowled at him abruptly and hushed him.

"Stop saying you're him. He's long dead and you're nothing but my mind speaking to me."

The apparition locked his gaze on her, who knows what he thought, and said slowly, "Yes , it is. It was stated in my last will, you are now L until you can kill Kira and avenge me." He noticed the thoughtful shadow crossing her face and added, "If you can't bear posing as me , then kill him as fast as possible." She said nothing, just started spreading the foam on her wet hands. He watched her closely , silence between them , apart from the water flowing unstoppably around her.

"Near is caring." she said all of a sudden.

Startled, L tilted his head forward and froze. Alice wasn't looking at him when she continued quietly, "He's aware of my condition, that's why he always orders me to go anywhere I want but the investigation room. He orders me when to go sleep, when to have a bath, like now, he even orders Halle-san or Gevanni-san to take me out to dinner ..."

He didn't reply for some seconds, this expressionless partially hidden face was sullen and perhaps even disappointed. "Your point ?" he asked finally.

Alice darted the pool of water surrounding her, in deep thought. "They all care for me a lot. It's because of this ..." Her eyes flickered to the space inches away from her abdomen . "...child."

"Yes, maybe not."

"I give you credit." she said tonelessly "At least you're as riddlish as he was."

"I am L , I won't repeat it again." L spat out , all patience gone. "And, how many months have passed ? Since you got pregnant ...?"

The girl was sullen, as her mind went back to memories of a few months ago, to recall those wonderful moments with him ... all those moments shaded by the threat of Kira.

"Almost two."

"Then it's justified that they pay so much attention to you." He turned a bit threatening as he whispered , "You don't want to lose it , do you ?"

"No . He wanted it , so I'll keep it whatever happens."

The made-up L curved his lips to a smirk , that faded when she turned towards him with a cunning glint , so opposite to her serious expression.

"But you're wrong. You're not L. I am."

Grave silence spread in the large hall where the SPK usually investigated on Kira ... But now , they were all on high-edge and two of them holding onto their guns and pointing them to the one particular man in the middle of the room. The one behind their knelt leader , the one with the messy blonde hair that fell in front of the ferocious scar on the left side of his face...

"Mello, if you really want to shoot me , then go ahead and do it." the white haired boy said calmly , despite the gun pointed at him.

The man's topaz eyes narrowed with hate , this hate boiling inside him and eating away at every other emotion he could feel ... His trembling fingers clicked on the trigger and were ready to press it , when the blonde woman next to him got in front and held the pistol in her hands.

"Stop !" Halle ordered , all too softly . "If you shoot him , then the rest of us will have no choice but to shoot you too. What will be solved if both of you die ? That's just what Kira wants.

Mello growled resentfully , but in the end , drew back his gun, and so did the others , as he said , "You have a good point. Anyway , I'm only here for one thing. I came to take back that photograph you have."

"Of course." Near held up a square photograph of a blonde boy. "I got it from the orphanage. There is only one and no copies have been made. I've already gone ahead and dealt with everyone who knows your face, both inside and outside Wammy's House. They'll keep quiet."

That said , he hurled it towards him and Mello caught it effortlessly just next to his head. He turned it around , bewildered with anger at the scribbled words behind ....

'Dear Mello.'

"I can't say 100% percent for certain but it should be impossible for you to be killed by the notebook." The man's eyes hardened on the dedication, as Near asked , "Is this the only business you have with me , Mello ?"

The latter stood silent , the only spec of sound being the brushing of his gloved hand to his clothes as he put the piece of paper in the pocket. He then looked to him in deep thought before uttering firmly , "No. There's more. One more thing I need to ask."

Getting no response from any of the people around him, Mello said , collecting each word carefully , "L is dead. We both know that. There was this New L behind Soichiro Yagami's acts. But there was one more." This time , he noticed how Halle and the others fidgeted , perhaps at their lack of awareness on the matter, and he turned even more serious as he continued, "That other L told me of the raid and offered me help through a Shinigami named Sidoh. Who was it ? You ...?"

No one spoke a word. Only the mystery fluttered in this uncomfortable and enigmatic silence of theirs. There was the familiar monitor buzz , but no speech whatsoever, causing anger to build up inside him once more ...

"It was me."

Everyone flinched at the feminine voice that originated from the stairs nearby. Near only leaned more to the floor in the space made by the toy train cyrcling him. The former CIA and FBI members , just like Mello , turned their shocked gaze to the young girl going down the stairs , with the slight difference that he was entranced by his surprise at her presence , standing with an odd grace some feet away and in front of him.

Purple eyes , endowed with a cruel coldness , bored in his own blue ones , that hardened after he snapped out of his surprise.

"You must be Mello." her even voice came, so calm yet so cold. "You finally appeared."

Mello scanned her from top to nails with just one glance ; a long overcoat tightly wrapped around her , so that it revealed nothing more but black boots , purple shoulder-length hair, strands of which framed the strange familiarity of her face ...

"Who are you ?" he spat out , venom lacing his dubious and tough voice. The girl remained silent , as she examined him too , and then replied firmly ,

"I am the New L."

His eyes widened , all those feelings bursting inside him , like a stream of hate feeding his heart , his veins , his whole existence . That girl....she dared to strip away his crown ...! His crown as L ...!

"Don't screw with me !"

An enraged Mello drew out his gun again , steadily pointing it to the girl , sickedly pleased at the late response of the others. But the same time, the mysterious girl took out her own, the two clicks combining to one sound.

She - calm in her cruelty with which she darted him with those eyes.

He - enraged , bewildered at her outrageous statements.

Both pairs of eyes hardened on each other with venomous hate ....

"You can't be the New L !" he yelled rashly. "How dare you take this place ?!" They all breathed heavily , apart from the two stone-like humans, Near and the newly arrived figure.

"You're the one I was expecting all this time ...?" she asked with a frozen sarcasm "I was waiting for such an emotional , impulsive man ...?"

A growl escaped Mello, and then his fingers curled around the trigger , stopped by Near's patient voice,

"Before you jump to conclusions, you should hear out an explanation. She is the New L for as long as this case lasts. L chose her himself."

Reluctantly and blinded by his hate , the man slowly withdrew the weapon and so did she. She gave him one last studying glance, before she slowly closed her eyes.

"I'm Yumikaze Alice." She looked to him coldly and added , "And it's not an alias."

"Bold." He was hesitant before he said, "I am Mello , but you already know."

They stood silent , starring at each other in a battle of who would be the first to cower in fear of each other's glare. Alice was the first one to break it.

"You're welcome to stay here for as long as you want and help us with the investigation of Kira. It is an order from the original L."

Mello's frown hardened on her with anger. "Ask Near -" he spat out "-why I won't be staying here ."

Alice froze. 'I should have expected it ... He would never help me.' "Alright then. Do as you please." That said, she turned her back to them and walked to the monitors, ignoring the incredulous stares from the members of SPK and dubious ones of Mello and Near.

"Near, has the Fake L communicated with us today ?"

The boy didn't say anything, but glanced at the young man next to him, before replying , "No . It seems nothing has happened after the Subdirector's death."

"Yes, sure." she said tonelessly. "Kira continues to kill and they don't get anywhere."

The two SPK members reluctantly sat on their posts near the monitors, as they listened to the three superiors talking , none of them paying any attention to the enraged young man standing in the middle of the room.

Mello clenched his fists and turned on his heel to leave. The automatic door opened at his passage, and his figure was lost in the hallway , before it even shut.

'Stealing my crown.'

'Plainly unforgivable.'

Dim blueish light covered everything around. The white surfaces of the desks, the black tile on the floor and the different mechanisms around . All of this lights originating from the multiple monitors around them, all of them switched to different channels and different places under surveillance. But all of them mute. The only sound was that of paper shuffling with each other and was soon accompanied by heavy steps right behind the figure sitting in front of the desk.

"Why ?"

The young man glared bitterly at the back of the girl who sat in front of the desk, searching through paper files with no certain aim.

"I'm the one who should be asking that." she said , and her voice echoed in the silence. "Hadn't you left ? Why are you still here ?"

Suddenly, a chair clattered loudly nearby and Mello sat next to her with eyes ablaze with hate as she looked to him calmly. He was wearing the hood of his jacket , and with it and his blonde strands of messy long hair , half of his face was hidden ... Overcome with her not speaking , his cuffed fists curled on the desk and he growled , "Why is Near working with a criminal ?"

An electrifying surge ran through her , and her frown deepened with shakiness. 'What the Hell , how did he-' Something smug played on her tone as she said , "Ill Ratt again ?"

"So what ?" he hissed . A petrifying flash of blue glints in his eyes, this lethal glint that applied his loathing for her. "Now tell me ; why the fucking Hell you're helping Near with this ?!"

Alice looked to him, unfazed. "Like you're going to ?"

"I'm not helping anyone here !" he bellowed , and she noticed that he was now up on his feet and looming over her, the way he bent forward. A growl and a murmur came from beneath his breath, angry at her not speaking at all, but his voice dropped to an icy calm. "Answer me , why do you help him ?"

"Always the same." She shook her head and glared at him with those penetrating amethyst eyes . "Of all the things, that's what you're asking me ?" she asked, and her demeanor only dripped bitterness.

Mello backed off abruptly, like this emanation of hurt was more than enough to make him cower back in shame , but didn't cut off his tough behavior. His head was bowed and his eyes still gleaming loathely. "Why should I go so back." he replied finally . For her not to say anything again, it took him a while to realise that his eyes had softened on her all of a sudden. "You..." he stuttered "You moved to L.A. afterwards . And now as a citizen of L.A you're helping the SPK. Great." His voice broke angrily, a violent shift, and he fumed silently with his glare fixed on her.

The girl shook her head negatively again. "Incorrect." she snapped and he tilted his head slightly backwards curiously . "Truth is, my aunt died six years after and we had to move back in Japan. And now I'm..."

"Posing as L ?" he asked with venomous sarcasm.

She turned to him with the strictest glare of the world. "I was chosen by L for this because of one particular reason." Curious, he anticipated for her answer and she said, impatient to the core , "Are you dumb or don't you get it that I'm pregnant ?" His eyes flickered to her abdomen momentarily, and then back to her, wondering. "And whose do you think it is ?"

Finally taking in each word , his blue eyes widened , bewildered with anger and surprise. His mouth hung open but no words came out, and Alice averted her attention back to the files, when a hand snatched them away , the only glimpse she could catch being a flash of shiny leather. Then she was spinned around on the chair, so that she met with the intensity of his topaz soul mirrors.

"Do you think I'm buying this shit ?!" The grittiness of his voice was enough for her frown to twitch but harden , for her defenses not to fall apart as his hands were strongly wrapped around her shoulders, and his voice dropped to a penetrating calm. "You're the new L 'cuz you and L were-"

"Yes, got a problem with it - ?" she asked defiantly "Mello ?"

She was abruptly released, in enough time for her to catch the sight of a resentful grimace on his face. In the screen of golden strands, he starred at her with such hate, his eyes were scorching . "None at all." he stated , tensing each word. "But if you want my help , there are two things I demand ."

Alice raised an eyebrow, her mind deliberating on what he'd ask, but she ultimately spun on her chair towards him again with hands folded on her abdomen. "Bring it."

He counted on each of his fingers, the black leather shining below the dim light. "One, Matt comes here."

At the hearing of the familiar name, her heart flipped and a soft chuckle echoed in her inner thoughts. 'Matt...? That's one name I haven't heard in a while ...'

"Second..." His eyes gleamed shakily but challengingly on her , as he said firmly , "You'll do exactly as I say."

That was one she never expected . "I'm afraid I can't." she said calmly "I'm asking for collaboration, not leadership. And , I'm the leader of myself."

"Yeah , sure..." he said detestfully "If so , you would have stayed with us in Wammy's back then." A furrow of her eyebrows proved her inability to talk it over, but he wouldn't drop the subject so easily. "Oh yeah , mommy wanted her girl to go to America. But the girl was too stupid to speak up and say she wanted to stay with her friends !" Her head shot up at him now towering over her and grabbing her shoulders again. He brought his face near to hers , so that she could bore deep into that nostalgic crystal blue ...

His voice was bitter , when he quietly said , "Or was it that we were never your friends ?"

Alice easily took his hands off her, and rose up to her feet, leaving him with no other choice but to step back a bit. As she was ready to turn on her heel and leave, cold and slippy leather touched her slender hands, and then went up her arms to her shoulders and neck, making her stare directly into those eyes that were now looking at her with an odd combination of hate, hurt and curiosity. His sordid , uncombed strands of hair framing them, tickled her forehead as the taller man leaned down , inches away from her face.

"When I heard you say your name, I never believed you'd actually be the girl I met back then." he said languoroushly . "You've grown up, Alice."

It took her some time to realise that despite the uncomfortable situation she was in, her cold frown was still there and glaring at him through glinting purple eyes. "So did you." she said, never losing the edge in her calm voice. "Only that I became a bitch and you became a badass."

"I can live with that." He stood there, holding her head up , none of them doing any move, what she should be doing , to escape his strong hold. Their bodies, steady and in no trepidation, almost touching to each other, the heat emanating from his own melting the cold coursing through her racing blood. She barely managed to avert her eyes to his lips , firm but fighting with the urge to split and lean in , the way they were so close ... "But I'm one cocky badass." he eventually said and released her. Alice watched him spitefully as he walked off and the golden hue of his long hair disappeared as soon as he turned his back at her, and spoke , before he vanished behind the door.

"So don't get feisty with me."

Silence dominated in the room again, with only one defiant phrase coming out of her lips,

"I can live with that."

The lunar glow fell inside her room , bathing it in its white and ghastly glint. Only a small light was lit at the other side of the room , powerful enough to overcome the darkness lurking in the corners, while the rough sounds of rock music came from the small CD player lying on the bed.

Black eyes, lined around the iris with a grey tint, observed the sullen girl as she carefully placed one of the plastic blocks atop the small tower. "Your turn." she uttered.

Near snapped out of his dreamy-like state and did the same, both of them secretly pleased that the tower didn't fall off , like the dice one did some days earlier, and he watched her repeat the same move. But instead of following her lead, he sat there , knelt on the carpeted floor, and bored in her eyes, this wondering and curious sense swirling in their dark.

"What is it ?" Alice asked distractedly, while placing each block on the tower without paying any attention to him. However, his eyes were still penetrating through her , so she left all blocks on the floor and stared at him , irritated. "What ?" she asked again , now slightly impatient.

"Mello didn't leave."

Alice furrowed her eyebrows , curiously , but with a senseless need for him to not continue on this subject. "No, he didn't." she said in a way that indicated it to be the most normal thing of the world and steadied one more block atop.

Near , however, didn't seem to find it a sufficient answer , as he kept staring at her wordlessly. It was annoying, to have someone look at you so prominently ; but sure better than having two ice blue eyes burning you with their glare.

Silent moments passed until Near said , implying a hidden and probably disturbing meaning within, "I wonder why."

"It doesn't matter , as long as he's of some help to the case." she crooned. "Nothing else matters."

He waited for her to finish talking, and in the silence, let the dark smirk of his appear on his face , to cause a confused look to emerge in her emotionless characteristics. He smiled to himself and didn't give an answer to this reaction for what seemed like disturbing hours. "It's just like back then." he said, a playful tone like a jeer in his usually monotonous voice.

The same went for her too, a small cunning curve of her lips , the first one she had smiled in ages, it seems, after the terrible incident of November 5th that haunted her every step , thought or dream , if she ever slept . "Yes, exactly like back then." She bowed her head and wondered quietly, "How many years has it been ...and it's the same."

"Remember what you told me ?" They both stopped adding to their small fortress, all pieces gone with only three remaining, and look to each other with a glint of treasured memories. "I start to understand what you meant." he said.

"As if it was just yesterday."

Her little , yet wonderful smile faded with her move of placing one more block to the top of the small castle, their low voices in unison.

" 'The tower never ends.' "

Loud rock music pumped in the radio of the small red car, its wheels scratching on the asphalt with enough speed to get their minds reeling and take the smoke out of the golden-haired man's eyes. With his golden hair blowing in his face and those blue eyes that starred boredly to the racing streets, the young man avoided his companion's stare while listening to his loud voice, mixing together with the sounds of SR-71's 'Goodbye'.

"You mean it , man ? C'mon, Alice ?! Little Alice ?!" the auburn-haired man said. He drove the car single-handed , for his other gloved hand to hold to a cigarrette between the fingers. He let out a mouthful of smoke and let it float in the air , before shaking his head. "Jeez..."

"I won't go over it again , Matt." Mello murmured behind gritted teeth. He passed his hand out of the window and supported himself there , whil still starring out , a thoughtful glint in his usual nasty seeming eyes. "Alice Yumikaze has become the New L."

Matt glanced at him in wonder and then back to the road , after cursing at the ashes falling to his lap. "But , hey , how did she end up here , again ?" He was cut off by a lethal glare from the other's part and he comically raised his hands up from the wheel for a second. "Sorry , just curious. Chill out."

"I already told you." he said frustratedly and his eyes lost their coldness as he turned outside again, both of them dropping the subject until they reached the tall scyscraper, the SPK headquarters, and walked out of the car and inside the building.

While his fellow glanced around the hallways , his mouth hanging open , amazed, and the cigarette between his lips, Mello glared straight ahead at the door they were about to get through, aware of whom he'd have to see again.

The door slided open, and just like that, Matt's cigarette fell to the floor.

"Good you're here, I thought you've lost the road."

As in awe, the young smoker took his orange goggles off , rubbed them with his glove, and put them on to reveal the shock in his widened eyes, the figure of the girl in front of him dancing in their deep jade. "That's...Alice ?" he uttered incredulously and his lips parted when Mello nodded, an obstinate cynicism in his expression. "You must be kidding me ...."

"I changed a lot." she said darkly , but then looked up and down at him with a flitting happiness in her amethyst eyes. "But you're exactly the same."

Mello next to them gritted his teeth behind shut lips , his arms crossed and his eyes travelling away from the touching scene of reunion, while his friend was wordless , his breath taken away the moment he stepped into the room, and it seemed to make something inside her stir bewilderedly. She turned around and they heard her mutter something beneath her breath as she whipped something away from her eyes.

The young man with the topaz eyes smirked darkly between the frame of golden strands. 'Fooled us at first, but hasn't changed that much...'

"So." Alice turned around with crossed arms, purple hair hitting the air, and her voice came sharp and abrupt to them, something that Mello detested deeply, as she glared at them straight in the eyes, making Matt cring a bit. "Now that we're over with the touching reunion, I'll say one thing." She raised her finger up and uttered , tensing each word , "We kill Kira."

While watching her in fascination, the auburn-haired boy lit up a cigarette and puffed out a mouthful of grey smoke. "Just that ? Blow his brains up ?" Both gave him an incredulous , frigid scowl that made him toss his hands up like saying 'I surrender'. "Made a guess , man, don't give me that look."

Indeed, Alice shook her head , a brief and faint smile on her lips, her eyes closed in thought. 'Oh my God, it's so like Matt... They haven't changed at all.' When she opened her eyes, they looked to Mello with flashes of hatred. 'As for Mello, Hell yeah, he became a badass.'

They all seemed so queer together, with Matt staring at her in this fascinated glee, and Mello and herself exchanging menacing looks with eyes narrowed on each other. Yet it hadn't been like that once ... There had been a time when they were laughing ...

'How the Hell did we end up like this ? ... When I was the little newcomer, sweet and shy, Matt was the friendly one who'd always find ways to make me laugh , and Mello....he was protective but harsh when needed, like an older brother... And now , I am cold and stressed out, Matt is clueless of what to do with the two of us, and Mello's just so ... so.... indescribable in all bad terms .'

"Then it's all set." Alice suddenly turned around and walked out of the door, before choking , "You guys do whatever you want."

The two young adults stood there solemn, the boy with the auburn hair releasing puffs of smoke through his nose, and Mello's narrowed eyes searing to the tiled floor, when Matt turned to him with an amazed tone as he spoke,

"Man , she's the smex."

You know, I would update yesterday... but something happened, regarding this story, that had me depressed all night. Then I found I wasn't depressed, I was angry, not just angry but furious and then said, "who cares, I'll just upload the chapter for the people who like this story and support me !". I guess you must have already understood what I mean. There have been about four reviewers that didn't like the story and I didn't really mind but the most recent one was like the stake through Dracula's heart. It had me thinking I was a useless writer. But then I re-read all those reviews that really make my day whenever I read them and I found I needn't care about what one person says, when there are others who like my work. :D Thank you everyone.

I never replied to any of these reviews, for I know that nothing would come out of it. The person doesn't like the story, so why should the writer be expected to reply ? It's not cowardice, it's avoiding a pointless web-fight. I prefer to stay calm and neutral, thank you. But I don't understand one thing : you don't like the story ? Good. Why do you read and review in the first place ? The world's so weird sometimes.

Just let me put some things straight. First of all, I'm from Greece, as those who have read my profile already know. There are some words or expressions that I can't possibly know. Some characters talk in a weird way, partially because I want them to speak like that or because I don't speak English all the time (although I speak English in my thoughts...). My only source of natural English is through flicks and books. Second, every story I have created so far (there are only three submitted) begins in a very simplistic way, sometimes ridiculous too. I bang my head on the wall whenever I read the first chapters of this story. Some things are too obvious. However, I believe most flaws improved as the story progressed. Third and last but not least, Alice is a character based on me. Totally. As I have said before, at first she seemed so mean to my eyes that I feared of how reader's would accept her. Those fears of mine were perhaps my own insecurity, since I sometimes think that no one really likes me. But I'm okay with Alice and I'm okay with myself (partially). I know that most of the things she does seem stupid. Even my best friend tells me. And I know it seems unnatural that someone can be tough and a coward together. But believe it or not, that's exactly how I am too. I act tough, I act omnipotent, but the slightest thing frightens me and deep inside, I'm a weakling. See ? I admit it. And 'intelligence' is a term describing a variety of virtues. It's not just solving Mathematic equations or taking straight-A's or even being able to think in the same speed that Schumacher completes the Formula #1 race. Intelligence may be about imagination or how good your organizing abilities are or how well you can perceive certain things about the world around you or even the ability to form your own opinion, your own philosophies. I suck at Maths. Does this make me stupid ? Sometimes I can't think straight or don't understand things right away. Does it mean I'm stupid ?

So, I said all these to reply to these reviews.

Thank you for reading.

And thank you all for everything ! :3

Yukira-Kuchiki : My bed time is pretty much messed up. xD Normally, I have to go to bed at 23:00 but since I'm insomniac (yup, yup), it takes me about three hours to fall asleep. Sometimes I sleep at 4:00 and still go to school the following day ! :S I feel the same about the creepy little things watching you, I'v been afraid of such stuff since I was a creepy little thing myself. XD It's so cute, you have a younger sister ! TT_TT I'm stuck with an older bro. YAY ! Mez haz fanzzzz !!! XD

MizukiYumeko : Yup, Arisu-chan is losing it -- and you haven't seen anything yet. xD Mwahaha, I'm so evil.

Azura Soul Reaver : Thaaaaaank youuu ! :D

Cayannamon : The L-apparition was pretty much intended to confuse both readers and Alice. To be frank, I stole the idea from the Death Note anime itself. Just check episode 26 and episode 37, where the L-ghost (or not ?) appears before Light. You can't know if it's just his guilt (if he feels any) or the real ghost of L, hunting him (I wish it was this one ! Then Light would go more loco than he did ! xD) I will allow you guys the time and space to ponder on it. Not to mention that it will be revealed at some point. :D

Poprocks311 : Yaz takez cookieeeez ! :D Oh, I know that saying --- people say it about me all the time ! xD (Kidding, duh ! xD)

Ray-nee-chan : I believe everyone wants him to come back... -_-' I'm seeing nightmares of frantic 'KR' fans threatening me with cleavers and shickles and shouting 'Bring him baaaaack !'. O.O My life's at stake !!! xP And yup, hope you had a great Valentine's Day !

--EleganXD