Onwards, chicas & chicos. –I'm taking Spanish class this year. :P –
Carry on.
Shika:
"Matt, what do you have for me?"
The young redhead took a lollipop stick out of his mouth. Since he had already eaten the candy off it, it looked like he was smoking an unlit cigarette. It reminded me that he smoked in the future. A sense of justification swept over me. What I was doing was giving them all a chance to out-live their pre-determined fate at the hands of the Kiras.
Why did that sound a lot like Light?
"I intercepted the security feed you wanted me to find. How'd you know L was holding this girl captive?"
"Friends," was all I told him. "What else?"
"The tracker went live Thursday. It's transmitting from the same address as the cameras, just like you said."
"How many of the monitors were you able to commandeer?"
"All the ones showing the cells and the hallways leading towards them, some scattered around the perimeters lower to the ground but none above, a few of the upper rooms, and some in the lobby and elevators. If I tried to get more, I'll probably set off an alarm or something. As it is, I went through more firewalls and data sentries than I could keep track of."
I nodded my head to show I understood his position. "That's perfect. Near, where are we with the recordings?"
"I have done 87% of the uploading, and am awaiting Matt to assist the digital scrambling of the voices and editing."
"Great! At this rate, we'll be ready for the next step. I gotta go again. Tell Neches not to forget to make brain food so you don't go hungry. I know it's late, but keep working, kay?"
Matt waved a hand, eyes glued to the laptop screen. Near simply nodded his head, taking a mic with him to a quiet place to record more voices from the TV so that if L caught one of the messages, he wouldn't be able to descramble them and put them with any of us. You can thank Neches for that contingency.
"Just get into bed by 3 so you can function tomorrow."
I failed to see the skeptic look in the almost-albino kid's eyes as I left the suite.
The trip to the park was uneventful. No problems arose, no texts told me there was a fight or that we were caught. Everything was sailing smoothly for the time being. Had my bad luck finally wore off? I hoped that was the case.
Light was already waiting for me on a bench sitting under a large cherry blossom tree. He turned to face me, and watched as I approached.
"What do you want to demonstrate tonight?" he asked lightheartedly.
The tone he used was like that of a teacher asking a young student what they brought to show-and-tell with them. If he wasn't crazy, I'd say he'd make a perfect school employee. These days, he'd most likely be that hermit janitor who stops kids in the hallways to go on and on about his opinions on how corrupt society was and how he missed 'them good ol' days.'
"I was thinking about this."
I held up my hand, making a small, open flame rest in my palm. The warmth radiated from the fire, which licked my skin but never burned. He was fascinated at this example of true power. He wanted it, craved it. The hunger was there in his eyes. That was why he was Kira; to hold power over others whether he wanted to admit it to himself or not.
"I thought myths said vampires were scared of fire because it can kill them."
"Yeah? Tell them to talk to the hand," I joked.
Light didn't laugh with me, but Ryuk cackled. I can always count on him to enjoy my lame puns.
I closed my hand, extinguishing it. "What else do I need to prove? You've already seen how fast I heal. Oh, right."
Looking around for people out of habit, I readied myself to run. Staring at the ground ahead of me, I took off as fast as a bullet. Running around the worn path joggers made each time they exercised, I made quick turns without slowing down. The wind whipped my hair around, occasionally hitting me in the face. In less than three minutes, I had run the entire park trail, and now began zooming towards the two figures of a God of Death and a human. Stopping myself from being thrown forwards as my feet skidded to a halt, I breathed out a heavy sigh to get myself more oxygen.
"How was that?" I asked cheekily.
"Fast," he deadpanned.
"You're no fun," I pouted, crossing my arms.
Rolling my eyes, I walked up to a big tree so I didn't break it. Popping my neck, I shook my arms a little to loosen up. Taking about three steps, I pushed off the ground and placed one foot on the base of the trunk. I took a few more bounds upwards, then grabbed a hold of a high branch. Pulling my entire body deeper in the tree's inner braches, I stood up on one hand with my feet above my head in a handstand. I looked down at him, then threw my legs out to swing full-circle around the limb I was perched on. Landing with a dull thud, I smiled, holding my arms at my sides like a cheerleader who just finished a round-off.
"Ta-dah! The agility I promised."
"Is there more?"
"Not that I could show you unless I turned you right here and right now."
"Let's hold off on that for now."
"Are you impressed yet?"
"Intrigued is more like it."
"So, what's your verdict? Yay or nay?"
"Hm.. Get the Kira impersonator out of her cell, then we'll talk."
"I was thinking," I said slowly. "Why would you want to meet her for? If you two see each other, then L can say you have a connection; therefore, he can pin the title of Prime Kira Suspect on you. But if you didn't, if she never knows you're the real Kira, then L won't be able to prove his suspicions of you to the Task Force. I could get her Death Note and give it to you."
"..No, don't take her notebook. I want her to continue to have the Shinigami Eyes for my benefit, but you make a good point. If she believes someone else is Kira, she wouldn't be able to point me out should he break her. Just don't get yourself caught. How else am I going to defeat L? You are my trump card, after all."
I faked pride in his comment, doing my best to seem thrilled he agreed with my idea. If he only knew who I really sided with.
"Tell me when you pull off the jailbreak."
"Of course."
