E? Did you know? Gods of death love laughter.
The words were written across the board in English, not Japanese. I sat in one of the desks, the only one occupied in the room. I recognized the classroom as one of the Wammy's House classrooms. The teacher's desk was directly in front of the chalkboard, centered perfectly in front of the classroom. On the desk were jars of various jams. Sitting in the chair behind the desk was a crouched man with midnight blue eyes.
"Interesting message," I remarked dryly, scrutinizing the words on the board. It was the message Kira had left for L with… modifications.
"I admit, I am fond of this Kira's sense of humor," BB scooped jam onto his finger.
"Takes a psycho to know a psycho, I suppose," I sneered. I don't think I took my eyes off of him for a second, and yet, one moment I'm looking at a full grown man, and the next I'm standing face to face with a ten year old. His hair was shaggy, not completely grown out, and the bags under his eyes were only faint shadows. His eyes were still large and dark, deep blue, but they were mischievous and teasing. We were no longer in the classroom, but outside in the playground of Wammy's House. It was sunset and a golden glow bathed everything in sight.
"You're so mean to me, Essie," Beyond pouted jokingly. A grin broke out on his ten year old face, "But I know something you don't."
"What do you know, Beyond?" I whined, my voice was not my own. It was high pitched and childish, more so than usual, the voice of a five year old girl not a nineteen year old young woman.
He began to sing it mockingly, "I know something you don't. I know something you don't."
What could he know? Why wouldn't he tell me? "I'm gonna tell!" the words came from my lips without my meaning to say them.
"No, you won't," BB, adult BB, said from behind me. We were back in the classroom, and we were our proper ages.
I scowled distastefully, "We were such annoying children. So, what is it you know that I don't?"
He snickered, even when he snickered that raspy quality was still present, "It's more of what I see that you don't."
"And what do you see?" I questioned impatiently.
"Numbers," his voice was just a whisper, but his eyes glowed red and his laughter overwhelmed the scene.
I woke from the dream with a start, my knee hitting the bottom of my desk painfully. I had fallen asleep in class, and it seemed as if everyone had noticed. The professor glared at me, but returned to the lecture without so much as a word. Behind me, I heard the delicate and mocking giggle of Kiyomi Takada. There were snorts of derision and snickers from the rest of the room, but Takada's quiet feminine laugh was the only one I recognized immediately. I was seething for the entirety of the period after that.
At the end of the period, Takada and her posse of followers left with distasteful looks shot in my direction concealed by polite smiles. Of course, they couldn't resist the urge to glance appreciatively at the brown haired genius who approached me as I gathered my belongings.
"Sleep well?" he asked playfully.
I groaned and rolled my eyes, "Don't start, Yagami. I swear, if I get Takada alone in a dark alley, one of these days, I'll shoot her brains out." Was I lying? Not necessarily. I sincerely did not enjoy that woman's presence.
"That's rather harsh, don't you think?" Light chuckled as we left the classroom.
I muttered my disagreement to that statement incoherently while rubbing my eyes. I hadn't gotten any sleep the previous night due to these never ending nightmares, in which BB torments me with some knowledge he has over me. Always, it ends with his eyes glowing unearthly red and laughter consuming the scene. Surprisingly, the most disturbing part of the dreams was that it seemed as if BB was actually there, not just a figment of my imagination.
"Reika? Are you listening to me?" Light asked with concern and annoyance both evident in his voice.
"Huh?" I looked up at the young man accompanying me, flinching when I saw red eyes peering at me from over his shoulder. Was I really that disoriented that I was seeing things again?
"What's gotten into you? You're usually not this distant," Light observed.
"I haven't been sleeping well," I admitted honestly. No, I haven't at all. I spent the night before last viewing the Sakura TV broadcast. I spent the previous night re-watching the broadcast on one computer screen, reviewing the Los Angeles: BB Murder Case on another, looking into Naomi Misora's disappearance on two others, and going over the Kira Case on the last screen. After my nightmare last night, I had opted to keep myself busy instead of taking my chances with sleep. It was illogical, yes, and L wouldn't understand why, but those dreams frightened me.
"I can tell," Light stated disapprovingly. "Hey, Reika, I could be wrong, but were you having a nightmare in there?"
"Yeah," my voice sounded small and fragile. I winced at the sound of it. It was the voice of that five year old in my dream, the one who had threatened to tattle. I knew that Light was going to ask me what it was about, I could see the debate carefully hidden in his eyes.
"If you don't mind my asking, what was it about?" Light made his decision, and with it, he offered me an opportunity.
"I don't mind," I replied. "Light, what do you know about Kira?" I'm not one to miss an opportunity. He seemed surprised. It was a sudden question, and it was blunt. It was important, though, to my investigation as well as the answer to his question, which would also be of importance to my investigation.
"What? Reika, are you having nightmares about Kira?" Light deflected my question with ease. What reason would Light have to avoid the question? Was he hesitant to answer because he was suspicious, because he had no answer, because he was cautious, or because he honestly wondered if that's why I had asked.
"No," I snapped with more force than intended. Light's eyes widened in surprise. I sighed and shook my head apologetically, "No. It's not Kira. Answer the question, Light." I cursed myself silently, Why had I snapped at him like that? Was I really that bothered by his response to my question? I quickly dispelled the thought. No, that's ridiculous.
"Kira's the one who's somehow been killing prisoners. He's the cause of innumerable deaths of prison inmates. He sent those tapes to Sakura TV, the ones from the broadcast a day ago. He killed innocent people, including some of my dad's co-workers. The detective, L, is heading the investigation against him," Light knew more, of course. I knew it, but I knew more, too, and I wasn't going to tell him everything I knew either. "I don't see why you asked me that."
"What do you think about Kira, Light?" my voice had changed again; it was a monotone, not like L's, but not unlike his. I waited for his answer; at some point, we had stopped walking. I wondered, what would he say? Would he say he agreed with Kira's views, or would he say that Kira was a monster? Which answer would be the truth, and which one was the lie?
I couldn't tell anything by looking at his eyes. I had learned that Light never revealed his true thoughts through his eyes. He had carefully created a mask. The immaculate, perfect Light Yagami that everyone saw was his wall. Behind it, I could faintly see a normal human being stirring, but what that person was like? I couldn't say. L was the same, but where Light put on a mask of fake emotions, L only revealed emotions that were sincere and only when it suited him. His sincerity didn't stop him from being one of the biggest liars I know, though. Of course, both of them would lose control in times of intense emotion. I knew they would, but I hadn't seen it happen yet with Light. The fact that I couldn't read him only contributed to my doubts of Light Yagami. I didn't trust people who I couldn't read.
"Kira's a killer," Light said fervently, "and I hope L catches him." Why must everyone assume that Kira's a he?
I didn't believe him entirely, but I put on my act. Unlike L, who worked by misinforming others, I've found that the best lie, the best act, was the truth. "I agree," I said honestly, "and what do you think of his ideals? A perfect world without evil?" Answer the question, Light. It isn't odd to agree with the idea of creating a peaceful world, but then again, agreeing with his ideals is a tip off that you are Kira. Except Kira wouldn't just agree with his or her own ideals in public. Unless, of course, Kira knew that I would be waiting for him or her to disagree, in that case, he or she would agree.
"It's not a bad idea, I admit, but he's going about it in the wrong way," Light answered. "He won't accomplish anything by just killing off the people who do wrong, by doing that, Kira's a hypocrite, and the way he plans to rule through fear is more like a dictator than a savior." It was a well-thought out response. One that almost demanded suspicion and closer scrutiny. He had answered the question with neither an agreement nor a disagreement. If he was this careful without knowing my identity, I wondered how he was like with L. "What do you think?"
It was a casual return of my question, but it was also more than that. Was Light testing me? He could have been, but he also could have been curious about my views. Regardless of who I was, Kira would want to know whether or not I was a threat. Light may not have been Kira, sure, but on the chance that he was, he already knew I was smarter than my test scores displayed. "I agree with your statement," I answered honestly.
"Okay, Reika, what does any of this have to do with your nightmares?" Light asked with a touch of impatience to his tone.
I could have made anything up, anything at all, and I probably would have if the situation was different. However, I do believe that the best lie was the most outrageous truth. When everything played out as L planned it would, my answer to this question would be my insurance. "Kira killed someone who was very close to me," I admitted to Light Yagami. His eyes widened in surprise, and it was genuine. He had not expected that response. He hadn't been prepared for the truth.
I heard it then. The laughter. It was chuckle and it was raspy, but it wasn't in his voice. It was unfamiliar. It was the same as the snicker I heard at the coffee shop and in my dreams. Whose laughter was that? Why wouldn't it leave me alone?
I had been absent when Mr. Yagami called his son. While all of them waited around, discussing what was to happen, I was in the kitchen scarfing down a banana split. The sugar helped me think. I heard the door open and close, and I figured that Light Yagami had arrived. I finished up my banana split while listening in on the conversation in the next room.
"Thank you, Light," L greeted Light.
"Not at all, after all, I want to catch Kira as much as you do, Ryuuga," Light replied.
"I'll have to ask that you call me Ryuzaki here," L informed him.
"I'm Matsui," Matsuda introduced the alias.
"I'm Aihara," Mr. Aizawa followed suit.
Even Mr. Yagami did the same, "And I'm Asashi.
"Yes, of course," Light agreed with understanding. "Then I suppose I should call myself Light Asashi?" The suggestion was made lightly. It wasn't suspicious.
"Yes, please do. To keep things simple from this point on, I'll call you Light," L informed him. I wondered if Yagami was comfortable with L using such familiarity with him. "Okay, let's get down to work," L said, his voice itself said it was time to get to business. "You can start by looking over all the information we've collected. I'd also like you to examine these videos. They were sent to the TV station but were never aired. For security reasons, you're not permitted to take notes, and all materials must remain here." They're voices quieted, indicating that they were moving to the television, away from the door between both rooms.
"I understand," Light replied. I cracked the door open slightly to get rid of the muffled sounds and have a better view.
"We will begin now," L stated. I watched through the crack of the open door while Light examined the information as I had only days ago, and I still hadn't made my presence known as he watched the tapes. "So, what do you make of this, Light?" L approached Light while the three older men stood near the couch. While their attention was elsewhere, I opened the door a little bit more, giving me a better view than what the thin opening allowed, but crouching and relying on the lamp and side table to provide my presence with some cover.
Light rose from the chair he was sitting in, "It's hard to say for sure, but there might be another person out there with Kira's power." Another good answer, Light, I thought.
"With Kira's power? But what do you mean by that, Light?" Mr. Yagami pressed; I could see that he wanted nothing more than to hear his son say the words.
"At the very least, I'd say that this tape was not created by the Kira we're familiar with," Light stated. "It's extremely out of character for him to use these kinds of victims for his killings." He wasn't done yet; he had taken it one step further, covering exactly what Matsuda and Aizawa had missed. "And since we've established that he needs a name and face to kill, it makes you wonder how he was able to kill that detective and those two officers right outside the television station like that."
"I-it's the same," Aizawa remarked in awe.
"That's almost exactly how L, I mean Ryuzaki, said it," Matsuda corrected quickly.
"I think you're exactly right about that," L stated. "We also believe that there this is the work of a second Kira."
"So you knew about this all along, Ryug- sorry, Ryuzaki?" Light slipped up, but also corrected himself. He crossed his arms, "Which means this was just another one of your tests?" The statement came out sounding more like a question.
"It wasn't my intention to test you," L corrected. "The truth is, if I was the only one who thought there was a second Kira, it wouldn't be too convincing, but the fact that we both came to the same conclusion makes the theory that much more believable." Was he going to overlook me completely? I thought grumpily. "As expected, you did not disappoint us. You've been a great help. It's decided, then."
Oh, it was decided alright. I stood up from my crouch and smoothed out my clothes before walking out of the door, making my presence known to Light. "Great, so Light's going to be working on the investigation, then?" I asked innocently as I walked in.
"Reika?" Light asked with wide eyes, "You're a part of this too?"
"Only recently," I informed him, "I'll explain later."
L cleared his throat, drawing attention back to the task at hand. "First, we must focus on stopping this copy cat. From what we've seen, he sympathizes with the real Kira but clearly lacks his sophistication. I think he may be willing to even obey the original. If so, we could lure him into a trap, by sending him a message from the real Kira."
"I guess I shouldn't be surprised," Light said, "you literally took the words right out of my mouth."
"Oh, and Light?" L spoke innocently, "I would like you to play the role of the real Kira." I watched Light's reaction carefully. L and I had discussed his plan the previous night. We had even predicted the most common reaction in response to the question was surprise and skepticism, and sure enough…
L's eyes widened and he made a sharp intake of air, "Me? As Kira?"
"Yes, you're the only one I can think of who'd be able to pull off something like this off," L explained. It was almost a perfect test, or trap, depending on how you look at it. "At any rate, we don't have time to waste. Do you think you can script a message from Kira in time for it to be aired on this evening's national news?" Then I heard it again, the laughter. It was stronger than it had been the previous times I heard it. It was more of a cackle.
"Uh, sure, I'll try," Light said uncertainly. We moved so that Light could have a suitable writing space to work on.
I sat next to him and fidgeted uncomfortably, "I'm going to get some water. Does anyone else need anything?"
"No, thanks," Matsuda said cheerfully.
"Could you bring me some coffee, please?" L requested.
"Me too, please," Aizawa added.
"Of course," I nodded and smiled before entering the kitchen. I was grateful for the solitude it provided. I brewed the coffee and grabbed filled a cup with water, downing it in a single gulp. I breathed deeply, what was going on with me? Why was I hearing things that weren't there? I waited until the coffee was done, poured four mugs of it, and prepared a tray with the mugs, creamer, and sugar. When I finally got back out, Light was calling L to check on the progress he had made with the script.
"Ryuzaki, does this look okay?" Light was sitting on the striped armchair with a small table in front of him. L took the paper the same way he held his speech at the entrance ceremony. "I think I managed to make it believable."
L was quiet for a moment, "Mmm, I think you did an excellent job with it. However, if we don't omit the part that says, 'You're free to kill L' I'm gonna end up dead."
Light laughed at the sentence, "Sorry, I guess I carried away playing the part."
I know that feeling, Light, I thought to myself while I passed around the coffee, giving Mr. Yagami a cup and receiving a grateful smile in return. I went over to where the two younger members of "I figured that if I was him, I'd probably demand that you be killed," Light explained and reclined in the chair. "I was improvising, feel free to change it to whatever you'd like."
"It sounds good."
"Or you can keep it as it is," I said after preparing Light's coffee the way he always had it when we met up at the coffee shop and putting not enough sugar in L's. I handed Light a mug and gave L his, "He's so mean, I don't think I would miss him."
"And now," a news anchor started, "a shocking announcement. In response to the frightening Kira video aired on Sakura TV only a few days ago, an anonymous individual has contacted us claiming to be the real Kira. In short, he has demanded of this network, as well as several others, that we air the message you are now about to see. I would also like to mention that the NPA has granted us permission to air this video. Is this the real Kira? No one knows for sure, but we can only hope this video will provide us with some much needed answers."
"They make it sound like this is some kind sporting event," I remarked distastefully at his closing statement.
"I am Kira," the horribly distorted voice stated through the screen. "The true Kira. The one who was broadcast on Sakura TV several days ago is a pretender, a fake. The purpose of this message is to communicate my will to this imposter. I have chosen to be lenient with him for the time being, only because I believe he wishes to cooperate with me in the creation of a new world, but I want to make it absolutely clear that the taking of innocent lives is against my will. If this person claiming to be me is truly sympathetic to my cause and wishes to be of some help, I request two things of him. That he refrain from killing aimlessly and that he agree to abide by my basic principles."
"This is very good," I said to Light appreciatively.
He chuckled embarrassedly, "You think so?"
I nodded, "It's exactly something Kira would say." It seemed that the more time I spent with Light, the more the chances of him being Kira increased. Once the broadcast was complete, the Task Force went its separate ways. I followed the Yagamis out and called out to Light as he was about to enter the car, "Light, hold on a minute." He stopped and turned to face me. Mr. Yagami had already gotten into the driver seat, and Light had one foot in the car. "I…" I thought of what would be good to say, "Would you like to get something to eat?"
"Uh, now?" Light asked skeptically, it was already late in the evening, and he and his father were already on their way home. "I don't know…" he said hesitantly.
"I owe you answers, Light," I stated factually. I reached into the pocket of my capris and showed him the keys to Watari's car.
"Alright," Light conceded. He said a couple words to his father before joining me in the black car Watari usually drove around in.
"What are you in the mood for?" I asked casually while pulling out of the parking garage after the Yagamis' car.
"I'm actually not all that hungry," Light replied coolly.
"Good, that saves us the trouble of having to find somewhere to talk," I stated. I continued driving. L had given me permission to do whatever I felt was necessary to further this case as long as I didn't do anything reckless that would put my life in danger, and I knew exactly how I was going to handle my compromising situation.
I parked the car along an empty street that wasn't actually too far away from Light's house. I got out of the car and walked a couple paces away from the vehicle. Light did the same, and we stood facing each other in the dark, lit only by the streetlights placed every so often. "This should be fine," I stated. "Well, I'm sure you have your questions."
He nodded in confirmation, "I don't really understand why you're doing this, Reika. Is that even your name? How long have you been on the Task Force? Why are you on the Task Force?"
I sighed, hopefully this won't take too long, "Alright, I'll tell you as much as I can. Reika Endo is not the name I was born with, for security reasons I cannot tell you my given name. L approached me the day of the entrance ceremony on April fifth and recruited me for the case. At first I wasn't so sure about it, but I figured that it would be better than continuing an investigation on my own. No, I did not apply to To-Oh University in hopes of catching Kira or because I suspected you. I did so because I want a normal life in which I could support myself with a decent degree. As for my reasons, I told you before, Kira killed someone I was very close to."
I took a deep breath before I continued, "Now, please keep what I have just said in mind as I explain further. Hopefully, you'll still trust me by the time I've finished. Light, the person Kira killed wasn't just someone I was close to. He was my closest companion, and for a long time, he was my only friend. When I was four and a half years old, I was orphaned. I don't recall very much before that time, and I don't know how it happened. After that, I was passed from orphanage to orphanage, until one particular home took me in. It was in this home that I discovered a hidden talent of mine. It turns out, I was very skilled in detective work. In my early teenage years, I had begun to develop a name for myself as an anonymous detective. When I was fifteen, I met the L for the first time. We had become well acquainted after that. Not long after that my friend had disappeared, and he had made a name for himself as well…as a criminal. He was arrested under first-degree murder. After that, I had decided that I didn't want a part of it. The lies and deceit and manipulation were not what I wanted. I went on the run, and I haven't looked back, not until now. Light, L has his own tactics, but they are different from mine."
"You aren't just in league with L," Light concluded from my story, "you're just like him."
"I resent that," I argued strongly. "L has his own way of making himself known, as I'm sure you've noticed, and I have mine. Instead of simply announcing my identity to you, I've told you my history and what made me who and what I am. The truth is, Light, I am E."
"I recognize that name," Light said with doubt, suspicion, and shock all clearly evident in his voice, "E was a highly distinguished detective in the Western Hemisphere. You expect me to believe that you are E? And you want me to trust you?"
"I've never said anything dishonest to you, Light," I shrugged, "so yeah, I expect you to believe me. In the time that I have known you, I never lied to you… which is much more than you can say."
He made some kind of offended sound, "Excuse me?"
"It's just us, Light," I said with a shrug, "you can drop the act. I know you're Kira."
"W-what? Rei-E…" Light spluttered.
I interrupted him, "You're aware that L suspects you, so yes, he did give me the original suspicion, but he didn't exactly put in the time to get to know you. I wasn't sure, not until tonight."
"E, you're being ridiculous," Light said and crossed his arms in front of him. "I'm not Kira."
"Really, Light? I looked him straight in his brown eyes.
Just who is this girl? Light thought to himself angrily. When he first saw her, he thought she was just a bumbling idiot who had clumsily spilled her drink too close to her books. Then, she had transferred into one of his classes. It turned out that she was more intelligent than he initially thought. He had allowed her into his life, thinking that it would help him to draw attention away from himself by making friends. He had realized over time that she was actually very observant and intuitive. Now, she was telling him she was E? She was accusing him of being Kira.
He had been careful not to slip up. How had she done it? How had this girl do it? Was this just another one of L's tests? Either way, she would go straight to L with what he says. Ryuk snickered behind him, "Not just a pretty face, is she?"
Light kept up his cool outward appearance, "E, I assure you, I'm not Kira. Come on, you know me…"
"Really?" she said disbelievingly, "Then why did you narrow your eyes just now? You only ever do that when you're aggravated or impatient, or when you're in a bad mood."
"A lot of people narrow their eyes when someone starts accusing them of things," Light said with exasperation. He had to make sure that he didn't give her any more reason to suspect him more than she did. Dammit, what was she doing? Did she really know, or was she bluffing?
"But they don't have that look in their eye," she stated. "I've seen it enough times. Your gaze seems to sharpen whenever you're closer to being discovered. It's a behavioral issue, but don't worry, L hasn't noticed, I don't think. It's very subtle."
"I see," Light said carefully. One thing was very clear, he couldn't trust her after this, but he couldn't kill her for obvious reasons. One of those being that he didn't have her name. Another being that L might have planned this.
"I know that it isn't enough," E continued. "I understand why you doubt me, and why you're probably thinking of ways to keep me quiet. You don't have to worry about that, Light. You can trust me."
Light couldn't believe what he was hearing. She had just told him that she was a detective like L, and she had just accused him of being Kira. Now she was saying he could trust her? Clearly she doesn't understand what trust is, Light thought sardonically. "Trust you? I don't even know who you are! E, you pretended to be someone else so I would trust you in the first place, and when I did, you reveal who you really are?"
"L didn't want me to tell you at all," she pointed out. So L does know, Light thought darkly. "He doesn't know how I'm dealing with this situation. He just knows that I'm handling it, and he trusts that I am."
If L trusts her, then how could I? Light thought, She would just spy for him. They had probably planned to all along.
Why was he even thinking about this? Trusting her shouldn't even be a possibility. What was she playing at? Was she playing at all? Dammit, he thought in aggravation. "Look, E, it's getting late," Light sighed, "I'll see you tomorrow, but I swear to you, I'm not Kira." He started to walk in the direction of his house with Ryuk hovering behind him. Was this girl crazy? Out of the blue she tells me this outrageous backstory and doesn't even theorize that I'm Kira, she just knows. And not just that, I killed someone she cared about. Light felt a hand on his arm. He turned and looked down. Reika, or E, was gripped his arm firmly. The look in her electrifying blue gaze intrigued him. It wasn't detached or bored or innocent, not like what he had seen on L or from her previously. Her gaze was strong and certain, almost daring…and all Light felt was annoyance.
"You might think I'm on L's side, Light," she said in a low tone, "and you might think that I'm just like him, but I'm not. You may have killed him, Kira, but L's the one who drove him to do it. L's the one who imprisoned him. So don't start thinking that you know me… because a part of me is Reika Endo, and a part of me hates L for what he did, and a part of me hates you for what you did, and a part me hates him for what he did. I'm not on your side, or L's side, I'm on my side, and I want both of you to pay." She didn't waver once. Light was actually taken aback by the ferocity in her eyes. There was a burning hatred in them, one he had never seen before.
He put his hand on hers and removed it from his arm, and he was able to with no resistance. His hand lingered on hers for a moment. It was unintended, but he found himself trapped in her aqua eyes. "Goodnight, E," he said before turning and walking away. He heard the car start and watched as it drove past him before turning the corner and disappearing from his sight.
"So, Light, what are you going to do now?" Ryuk asked.
"Nothing," Light replied simply. A smile curled onto his face. That's right, he wouldn't do anything.
"What? You're gonna do nothing?" Ryuk repeated disbelievingly.
"I'm not going to do anything," Light said, "because I could use her. E could be my ace in the hole." He didn't trust her, not entirely, but he trusted that look. There was passion and hatred in her eyes when they parted. He could build on that hate, win her over, and then…use her against L.
"Hey, Light," Ryuk spoke again as he followed Light up to the human's bedroom, "who do you think you killed? You know, the guy she hates you for."
"That was very impressive," Beyond stated. He was watching her from up in the treetops. She stood below him, her brown hair tumbling down her back and her bright, aqua eyes searching the woods for him. It was a memory of theirs, one from before.
"I did what I had to," she said coldly. She didn't know what she had done yet. She had just put herself in the middle of this game of tennis. Beyond couldn't just take it sitting down. He couldn't watch while she went into it unprepared.
"Why'd you say what you did?" he asked her, appearing among the treetops, ensuring that he remained out of sight. Oh, he wouldn't let her go into it alone, but that didn't mean he wouldn't have some fun.
"Because I need Light to trust me," she stated.
He laughed, "There's more to it than that, E. You know better than to keep things from me." He always found out in the end. Whether she would tell him or not.
He could see her clench her jaw as she continued, "And the best way to gain that trust was with the truth."
"And why do you need Light Yagami to trust you?" Beyond prompted, appearing behind her. She had to say it. She had to acknowledge why she wouldn't give up on this case, why she didn't let fear of death get in her way. She had to acknowledge why she was doing it in the first place.
"So that I can find Kira and destroy him," she stated ruthlessly. He knew it. She had been bluffing when she told Light she knew he was Kira. Beyond knew her feelings as if they were his own, maybe even better than his own. He knew that she hadn't been lying to Light in her last ditch effort to gain his trust earlier in the evening. She wasn't on L's side. She was on a side all her own, and she did hate L, and she did hate Kira. The only difference was, she didn't blame L anymore. She had, at one point, but she was beyond that. Beyond chuckled at the unintentional pun.
"Why?" Beyond pushed further.
"Because Kira killed you," she stated.
"And why do you hate him so much for it?" Beyond knew that this was the last question he had to ask.
She spun around to face him. Aqua pools met midnight depths, neither one yielding. Neither one of them submitting to the other. In that way they were a lot alike. "Because I cared for you," her voice rang out clearly. The sound of it reverberated through the dream, shattering it, and with it, the time Beyond had with her tonight. He didn't laugh.
Instead, he smirked and scooped a finger full of jam into his mouth, "Not good enough, Essie." The last thing he saw before going back to the dark were her aqua eyes widening in fear.
A/N... Whoops, sorry I haven't updated in so long. You'll find that I'm horrible at updating regularly. I hope you're enjoying ^.^ please review and let me know what you think. I haven't gotten much feedback, so I'm not sure if I should keep this story up, or push it to the back burners and focus on one of the other stories I'm working on.
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