Okay where do I start? First off, I'm so sorry for being so late with this update . I had quite a lot of writers block with this chapter and I had to wait for Flik98 to get her next chapter up before I was able to continue, but now it's all sorted so I got the chapter ready for you ^^
Thanks to everyone who had read my story up to this point :) Of course this story wouldn't be half as good without Flik98's help and anyone who's enjoying this story should go and read hers too :D
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Rye belongs to Flik98 from her story 'Regrets of Rye'.
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CHAPTER VI
July 31st.
"Evil isn't bad." Whispered the harsh voice echoing from ever direction.
"Evil is smart." Whispered the other voice.
I shook my head. "Go away, stop telling me these things!" I shouted into the dark.
I looked up, the sky was filled with tiny glowing stars.
I bit my lip, I hadn't seen them stars in my dream since the voices had first told me about what was going to happen to A.
It was because I hadn't seen them since that, that I knew that something very bad was going to happen, the voices only showed me the stars...when someone was going to die.
It seemed like it was raining too, but there was something odd about it. It wasn't rain, it was more like the stars were sending down little sparks that were showering down to me.
"Don't worry little Sky, the stars don't cry for you." One of the voices then said.
So it was actually the stars that was creating the rain, or the voices had referred to what the stars were doing as crying so that would make them tears, the tears of the stars.
But what did they mean? The stars were crying, someone had died, but who?
"The game has begun." Whispered a voice.
"Let's count down shall we?" said the other voice. "Four..."
Four...
The number echoed through my mind so loudly the moment I woke up, that it distracted me from the panic I usual experience after one of those dreams.
My breathing was at a fast pace, and that was the only thing telling me that I had woke up with a start instead of calmly.
I sat up quickly and rubbed my hand over my face. Then I tugged my fringe away from my eyes and tucked it behind my ear.
I looked around the room quickly which was illuminated slightly by the tiny night-light in the socket on the wall near the end of my bed.
The was nothing out of the ordinary, but the shadows cast from the objects around the room still made me nervous. Like any moment they would move of their own accord and speak to me in the harsh voices from my dreams.
"Secret?" I heard a small groggy voice come from the opposite side of the room. "What are you doing?"
Rye's eyes were still half closed as she peered over the top of her covers, her voice sill filled with sleep.
I blinked and lay back down. I turned myself against the wall with my back to Rye and pulled my covers right over my head.
I waited a couple of seconds until I heard Rye settle back down after realising that I was not going to reply.
Thoughts started rushing through my head. Echoes from the dream, repeating themselves over and over again. I shook my head and tried to block them out, but I knew I wouldn't be able to.
Someone was going to die, if they weren't already dead.
I bit my lip and closed my eyes tight shut.
It's no one I know, it's no one I know! I kept repeating to myself silently in my mind.
It. Is. No. One. I. Know! I believed myself. The dream had been different from last time it told me someone was going to die, last time it had been A, someone I did know. It was different, so I knew something was different for me this time, so it was no one I knew.
Four...
The number rang through my thoughts again, cutting off what I was previously thinking about.
Four...
Four was a odd number to start a count down at if you ask me! It was usually five or three, but I'd never heard anyone start a count down at four.
Well it wasn't really a count down they had given me though; one number wasn't a count down at all, especially if it never reached zero.
I curled myself up into a ball then and put my hands up to my face to cover it. I wouldn't be able to go back to sleep even if I tried, but if I left I would wake Rye up again.
So I stayed there all night.
"Secret, L is on the phone, he wishes to speak to you."
I blinked and took the telephone slowly out of Roger's hand and held it too my ear like I had done last time.
L? Again? Why would he possibly want to speak to me now?
"S." Came L's voice down the phone line without me having to say anything.
"L." I replied.
"Have you received the file I sent you?" He the asked.
I took a long sigh.
"Yes." I answered.
Two days ago, which was the day after I had the dream; a package arrived at The Wammy House, addressed to 'S' which was me, as L liked to call me.
I'd been told about it but had no been allowed to see the package until L rang me to explain.
I'd been waiting those two days for this phone call. Now it was here, I wanted it to be over.
"Good." He replied, "It is of all major criminal activity throughout Europe and also The United States, I would like you to look through it."
I bit my lip. "Why?" I asked.
It was all I could say really. It was something to do with B, I was sure of that but I didn't understand why he wanted me to go through this file of criminal activity. B wasn't a criminal, but was he capable of becoming one? I honestly didn't know.
"I simply would like a child at Wammy's to sort through this file and do further research into the cases it contains, I chose you to be the child to do so." L explained
"Why me though?" I asked
"The file also contains a laptop computer for you to work from; I request you only do any work connected to these cases from that laptop as it cannot be traced." L continued completely ignoring my question altogether.
"L, why me?" I repeated my question.
"I've also enclosed a mobile phone for you to contact me from if it is needed." He then said, again ignoring my question.
"Why me!?" I said one last time, my voice more firm telling him this time I wanted nothing but the answer.
It was obviously because I was the last person at Wammy's who could say they knew B. Everyone else said B kept away from everyone and would only ever talk to A. That meant that they knew less about him then I learnt in the couple of days I spent time with him.
But I hadn't heard L say this had something to do with B. I wanted to here him say it!
"Other students will be attending summer lectures arranged at Wammy's in the time I would like you to do your research, I know you have no intention of going to these lectures so I chose you to work on this file instead." L said.
So he'd worked his way around mentioning B then? But although I didn't ask again, I thought that he wouldn't get away with it.
The summer lectures were like extra lessons, only a few kids were actually going to them anyway, and L was right, I wasn't going to them.
But it was all well and good saying he chose me to do this task for him, but who say I was actually going to do it?
"What if I refuse?" I them muttered.
"I already know you won't." L then replied.
I narrowed my eyes although there was no need because L couldn't see me.
I wanted to say firmly that I was not doing anything for him and hang up the phone, but I didn't.
The reason? Because I was actually curious about what was in the file exactly.
I let out a long sigh.
"I will contact you in two days. Goodbye S." And with that L hung with the phone for me.
I didn't wait a moment before I quickly handed the telephone back to Roger and asked where this file was.
Roger handed me a box file that he pulled out of a door in his desk.
I took it and held it out in my hand. It was quite heavy, but not so heavy that I could not hold it up. I wanted to open it there and then but I stopped myself.
I thanked Roger and gave him a small polite bow as I left the room.
I darted along the corridor quickly with the file still tightly gripped in my arms.
When I got back to my room, I quickly peered inside to see if the room was empty.
It was. Rye must have been elsewhere, probably with Matt and Mello, who I knew she had befriended.
I shuffled inside as quickly as I could and hopped myself up onto my bed. I lay the file down in front of me, I was almost desperate to open it, but I sighed and pushed it away.
Not now, I told myself. I would wait. Doing as L said would be helping him, something I was in no rush to do.
I picked up the file and lent over the side of the bed and placed it onto the floor, then I slid it underneath the bed, right to the back, up against the wall.
I then got up slowly and stood there for a few seconds while I thought to myself.
I then grabbed my marbles out of their bowl I had left them in this morning, I then went over to the window seat in my room and sat down on it and pulled my legs up. I turned myself and looked out of the window.
It was sunny outside. I could see loads of other children outside enjoying the heat; I rolled my eyes and then let them wonder off into the distance. I could just see the graveyard on the hill in the distance. I sighed, I hadn't been there since the day A was buried, I just couldn't bring myself to, not alone anyway.
Just then I heard laughing outside, and the bedroom door opened.
"Okay, see you later." I heard Rye say and she came into the room. She must have been talking to rather Matt or Mello. She sounded more happy for once, I was glad she was settling in alright, and that she ha friends she could spend time with. It gave me lots of thinking time alone for one.
"Oh, hi Secret. How are you?" Rye chirped when she noticed me in the room.
I turned slightly to see her and muttered "Fine." quietly. Then I turned back to looking out o the window.
I must have seemed rude to her acting like her, but the truth was I was shyer then anything, after all I still didn't know her very well.
I heard Rye shuffle about and sit on her bed; I remained exactly where I was and continued looking out of the window, just staring, into the distance.
I rolled my white marble slowly across the carpet on Near's bedroom floor.
I was sitting on A's bed up-side-down, while Near was on the floor as usual.
The marble bumped into Near's leg softly and he looked down at it for a second before pushing it so it would roll back to me.
I smiled slightly and rolled it again, and again it bumped into Near's leg.
He frowned this time and looked up at me noticing that I was doing it deliberately now.
He them rolled his eyes and rolled the marble back again. So again, probably just to annoy him now, I rolled it back to him.
Near sighed and picked up the marble this time, before he quickly slipped it in his shirt pocket and looked at me raising one of his eyebrows.
I frowned at him and sat up properly. "Hey!" I complained and narrowed my eyes at him.
"It stays there until you're ready to leave." He said blankly.
I crossed my arms and got up off the bed.
"Fine then, I'll leave now." I said putting my hand out for Near to give me back my marble.
Near frowned for a second, obviously he was not expecting me to get up there and then, he probably thought I would wait a while and be fine without the marble, which I would have; I just wasn't letting him get away with it.
He then fished the marble out of his pocket and dropped it into my hand.
"Thank you." I said sarcastically and marched myself to the door.
I then dropped the frown I had withheld all that time and let out a tiny laugh, "See you later Near." I said just to show him I wasn't really angry and was just pretending.
But I still left anyway, I had been debating sitting back down and telling Near I had tricked him but I didn't see the point.
I headed back to my room. Rye was in the room. I didn't notice at first, but as soon as I sat down on my bed I saw that Rye looked on edge slightly. She hadn't even looked up at me when I came in.
"Em...Rye, are you okay?" I asked so quietly, that my voice came out like a tiny squeak.
Rye jumped slightly like she hadn't noticed me in the room, or at least hadn't expected me to talk.
"Yeah I'm fine." She muttered all too quickly, and then went back to staring at nothing.
I frowned but didn't question her further. I sat back on the bed and pulled A's blanket up to me and hugged it tight.
It was in the middle of the night that I got the urge to read what was in the file. Which was a probably, because unless I went and sat right next to the night-light there wouldn't be enough light to read.
I bit my lip and pulled the file out from under the bed, I then got up very slowly so no to wake Rye, who had been fast asleep for a few hours.
I took tiny steps across the room with the file in a tight grip against me and opened the door quietly, then slipped out into the corridor, closing it even more so.
I knew Near would still be awake so I darted down the corridor with silent footsteps until I reached room 4.
I knocked lightly on the door as a warning that I was coming in and then opened the door slowly before waiting for an answer.
Like I had thought Near was still awake, and was still sitting on the floor in the exact same place he had been before. He looked up and me, and then looked over to the little clock on his bedside table.
"It is very late, Secret." He said to me, like it was his way of telling me I should just go back to bed.
I rolled my eyes. "I need to read something." I told him as I closed the bedroom door.
Near frowned. "What do you need to read exactly that couldn't wait until morning?" he asked.
I lifted the file slightly so show it to him and just muttered "This."
I then went and sat down on A's old bed.
I saw Near shake his head slightly like he still didn't get it but he didn't ask, and just went back to whatever he was doing, which I didn't moving to see what that was.
I lay the file down in front of me as I sat up on knees. I then pulled the tape from around the folder, which was holding it shut and opened the box very slowly.
The thing on top was the small sized laptop along with a simple flip-open mobile phone. I pulled the laptop out of the box and lay it down besides me. Beneath it was a yellow paper folder, which obviously contained the case papers.
I pulled the folder out and pushed the file box away. I then replaced where the box hand been with the folder.
I opened it and took out all the papers. It was quite a hefty pile, with about one page per case. I flicked through it, quickly taking in all the case headings. They seemed to range from theft to murders.
I bit my lip and looked down at the first page.
It was a bank robbery. Four people had been involved; only one of them had been identified and none of them had been arrested yet.
These seemed like cases that L wouldn't be interested in, so maybe that's what he did with cases like this, sent them to Wammy's.
Of course I had thought this would be something to do with B, but with four people involved it couldn't' possibly be B, I wouldn't think he would work with others for whatever he was doing. But maybe L had put this case in to throw me off his trail, so that I thought that L just genuinely only wanted me to go through them and that they had nothing to do with B after all.
I took the first page off and put it down on the bed.
The next page was a different case, but from the same area in the same country that the first had been in. I then quickly flicked through the pile again, this time noticing that the cases seemed to all be in alphabetical order of the place name.
I bit my lip and put the second paper down besides it.
I then went from the cases quickly putting them now into piles based on the case type. So that I could go through the more minor cases first and work my way up to the bigger ones, after all there was no rush, L had just told me to go through them, not to solve them.
I then put some of the piles I had made back into the folder, the ones I wouldn't be looking at right now.
I was just pushing a couple more piles back into the folder when suddenly all the lights went out.
I froze.
"Near." I muttered quickly.
He didn't reply.
"Near." I then said again more panicked.
I felt my breathing speed up as I started to look around the room quickly looking for any source of light at all, there was nothing.
"Near, where are you?" I said, I could hear the panic increasing in my voice.
"I'm right here." I finally heard him reply.
"What's going on?" I quickly asked closing my eyes tight shut so I wouldn't have to think about it actually being dark even with them open.
"It seems we've had a power cut." He muttered, not seeming bothered at all.
"A power cut?" I said quickly. "When is it coming back on?" I could hear my voice shaking.
"I don't know." Near told me. "It could be a few minutes, or it could last hours."
"Hours!" I squealed.
I sat up straight and held my arm out.
"Near, come here now!" I said firmly.
"Why?" I heard Near say, and if I could see him, I guess he would probably be frowning right now.
"Because," I muttered my voice so quiet. "I'm scared." I admitted.
"You're afraid of the dark?" He then said.
I nodded, but realising he probably couldn't see me, I also muttered "Yes."
"Oh." I heard Near mutter then.
"Near, Please..." I said when I didn't hear him get up. My voice squeaked before I could say anything else.
I heard Near sigh then, and finally I heard him stand up. I then felt the bed move slightly as he sat down next to me.
"I'm here." He muttered.
"Thank you." I said.
"I should look for a torch or a candle." Near then said, I heard him about to get up again.
I gasped and quickly grabbed hold of him arm. "Don't leave me." I squealed, panicking.
Near gasped also then. "Secret, please don't grab me like that." He whispered, sounding slightly annoyed.
"Sorry." I muttered, but I didn't let go of him, in fear that he would leave me alone in the dark.
Near pushed my hand away from his arm and got up anyway.
"I'll be back in twelve seconds." He promised. Then I heard him move across the room.
I bit my lip and counted the twelve seconds down in my head. And to his word, on the twelfth second, Near sat back down besides me.
"Here," Near said as he handed me something. It felt like a candle. "Hold it up so I can light it." He then said.
I did as I was told and held it up straight.
Then suddenly there was a light.
I sighed with relief and stared at it like it was my life source.
Near moved the lit match forward and let the wick of the candle catch fire.
I was going to thank Near for getting the candle, and probably apologise for not letting him to go get it straight away, but all I was able to say was: "They let you have matches?"
I saw Near raise a eyebrow, his face lit by the candle light.
"Yes, it's is not like I'm the type of person to set fire to things for no reason." He said.
I blinked. I guess he wasn't
"You should go back to your room now." Near then said to me.
I nodded.
I quickly used the candle light to gather up the file and everything and then I tucked them away under A's bed, which was where I had decided to leave them for now.
I then got up with the candle tightly gipped in my hand.
As I was leaving the room, I saw Near light another candle that he must have had, he looked up at me and I gave him a shy smile as a thank you for giving me this candle.
I went through the corridor slower then I would have normally so not to blow the candle out.
I came into the room quietly and set the candle down on the bedside table in a way that it would not fall over.
I could see that Rye was still sleep, but she seemed to stir went I came into the room.
She moved around in her bed slightly and sat up. She rubbed her eyes and looked around the room.
She saw the candle. Her eyes became fixed on it.
I could suddenly see in her eyes, a panic starting to grow.
"No!" She suddenly shouted, shaking her head. "No! No! No!" She kept screaming out.
I froze, unsure exactly what to do. Rye started screaming, like something was trying to hurt her. It was the candle, it had to be.
I quickly went to grab the candle, but paused last second. If I put it out, the room would become dark. The. Room. Would. Get. Dark!
No! No! I felt like shouting out myself, I didn't want to be back in the dark , I couldn't cope with that!
Rye seemed to be getting worse, though she was screaming out like someone was coming to get her, like the fire, was threatening her.
I'd have to deal with the dark! For Rye's sake!
I closed my eyes tight shut and made a grab for the candle so I could blow it out.
I felt the candle with my finger tip and just as I went to close my hand around it, the candle fell away.
I gasped and opened my eyes quickly.
The candle was one the carpet, the flames were already burning away at the carpet as they made their way across it, devouring the fabric like it was nothing.
I looked up at Rye, in a sheer moment of panic. What was I meant to do now?
There were tears already running down her face as she continued to scream.
I jumped off the bed quickly and tried to put out the flames.
"NO! Get away! It wasn't my fault! IT WASN'T MY FAULT!" She screamed out.
I frowned. What wasn't her fault? The candle knocking over? Of course it wasn't! She had to be talking about something else, but what?
I shook my head quickly to stop my thoughts where they were. Figuring out why Rye was so scared wasn't important right now! I needed to put of the fire!
I quickly stomped on the flames and kicked at them until finally they went out and the room was plunged into darkness.
Everything was dark, and everything went quiet. The flames had gone out, and Rye had stopped screaming.
I paused for a few seconds, unsure what to do, unsure what to say.
"Rye?..." I whispered so quietly I didn't know if she would be able to hear me at all.
She didn't say anything for what seemed like forever, but must have only really been a few seconds.
The finally she said, almost as quiet as I had spoken: "...Yeah..." Her voice was still shaken with fear.
"I...I'm sorry." I mumbled, my voice cracked then. It was dark, I was so scared, but I couldn't scream like I wanted to be, I had to be strong for Rye!
I closed my eyes tight shut.
"I...I..." I started, but I could carry on.
I ran.
I headed straight out of the door and ran through the corridor as fast as I could, remembering the way to the front door the best I could.
I then burst outside, so glad the door wasn't locked.
Suddenly I could see the full moon. The light reflecting off it, sorrowed by thousands of tiny little stars, all giving out their individual light to me. Like that, they had never look so beautiful before. I didn't like the stars, they reminded me of death, but now I was thankful for them, and was so glad they were there. The seemed to comfort me from my dreaded fear.
I lay the papers containing all theft related cases down on the bed side-by-side.
I looked over the case names and then sighed.
I lay my head against the wall and closed my eyes. I couldn't concentrate, my mind just seemed elsewhere.
I yawned. I was tired, I hadn't slept all night, and I knew even if I tried, I wouldn't be able to sleep now either.
I shuffled the papers together and put them back in their folder.
I knew why I couldn't concentrate: my mind kept replaying everything that happened last night during the power cut.
I shook my head. I guess I was worried about Rye. She'd been quiet all morning, even more quiet them I am usually. It didn't help to make her feel better when Roger came in and saw the burnt carpet. He blamed both of us for that even though I said it was only me and Rye had nothing to do with it, but he still gave her a hard time too.
But it made me wonder...Why exactly was she so scared of the fire? I guess everyone had that slight fear, after all fire could burn you, cause you pain, even worse if the situation was bad enough! But that still didn't explain why she would react that way.
She had shouted about something not being her fault, but what had she been talking about?
I bit my lip. It made me think for the first time...who was Rye?
It dawned on me that I knew nothing about her what-so-ever. I could tell she was from Japan by her appearance and accent, and I knew her age because she had told me, but nothing else.
I got up off the bed and tucked the folder away.
I blew my fringe out of my face and began chewing on my sleeve while I was thinking.
I wanted to know who she is. But how would I find out, I'm guessing if I asked her she wouldn't answer any question that could upset her. That could be a problem because my first question would be last night, and after her reaction to that I was guess she wouldn't want to revisit it in her mind.
I guess I could ask someone else. Her friends? She was friends with Matt and Mello, but should I ask them? Would they even know?
I bit my lip, I best not ask them. They could mention to her that I was asking about her and I guess that would make her uncomfortable in some way.
Well I guess I could...look through her file.
That was it! Her file!
Every child at Wammy's house had a file, even I probably did, it would contain their basic information and medical records, and I'm sure they would also have something to do with their past!
The 'student' files were in Roger's office in a large filing cabinet, Near had told me that once.
I bit my lip. So it would probably be better if I took Near with me but he wasn't here right now, he was at one of them summer lecture things. Then I thought, Roger would be there too, his office would be empty!
I quickly darted out of the room and down the corridor.
I then paused outside of Roger's office door. What if I got caught?
I shook my head. Even though it was a 'spur-of-the-moment' idea, I was still pretty sure I wanted to see the file.
I went to open the door, I turned the doorknob, but nothing. The door was locked.
I frowned.
Roger couldn't have know someone (I) was going to going into his office without permission. After all, I, the trespasser, hadn't known myself until five minutes ago!
I sighed. I had no clue how to pick a lock, and now that I had been denied access, I wanted the file even more. It would have to be a through-the-window job. I just hoped no one saw me.
I sped down the corridor and out the front door and made my way around the side of the house so I could get to the window of Roger's office.
Luckily it was open, as I expected. After all it was a hot summer's day!
I checked the area for on-lookers quickly and after declaring it all clear to myself, I grabbed a hold of the window sill and pulled myself up into the room.
I fell to the floor with a thud!
"Not fun!" I whined to myself as I stood and rubbed my elbow which I had knocked on the window sill during the short falling experience.
The room seemed weird empty. I looked around quickly noticing just how tidy roger actually kept the place.
Then, on their travel across the room, my eyes lay rest on my target, the filing cabinet!
I quickly stepped over to it and pulled open the top drawer as quick as I could.
I stared blankly into the cabinet. I wouldn't know where to look for Rye's file. Would it be filed under her alias or her real name?
I'd have to take the chance; I was running out of time. I headed for 'R'.
Within seconds, I was able to pull out the file with the words 'R / RYE' printed in bold on the front.
It wasn't too thick, it must have only had one or two pages in it, but I took it out anyway.
I stood back away from the cabinet and pulled open the file.
The first sentence at the top of the page was:
WAMMY STUDENT ~ R
I bit my lip and read on. The first page was basic information.
Alias ~ Rye
Real Name ~ RUYNA, Rizza
Date Of Birth ~ 3 April 1988
Age Entered Wammy's ~ 14
Height ~ 5'5
Eye Colour ~ Green
Natural Hair Colour ~ Gold Brown.
The first page when on about Rye's physical aspects, not what I was looking for!
I turned to the second page, which was a medical record.
I scanned through it quickly with my eyes.
It showed no signs of anything that could be linked with her fear of fire.
Then finally the final page.
Entitled: BACKGROUND INFORMATION
Country Of Origin ~ Japan
Other Countries Lived In ~ None Other.
Orphaned age 14.
Shows signs of previous neglect, and suspected of being abused by parents.
Occasional depression possibly linked to past family life. Keeps inner emotions hidden.
PARENT INFORMATION ~
Mother ~ Maria Ruyna. [No information available]
Father ~ John Ruyna. Suspected drug dealer, never imprisoned due to lack of evidence. (D)
SIBLING INFORMATION ~
Brother (1) ~ Reece Ruyna, born 8 July 1992 (D)
Sister (0)
Family (including both parents) killed in a arson attack. Family home burnt down, no survivors.
[Arsonist still currently under investigation]
I froze. So that was it!
I blinked, unsure how to react exactly. Oh, poor Rye!
I shook my head. No wonder she acted the way she did! Her cheeriness always seemed fake, like she was cooping up all her inner emotions; which she was!
Her family had been killed...in a fire. So that was why she was so scared of even the tiniest flame! It must have brought horrible memories back to her that she couldn't, no shouldn't, have to bear! Something like that...she was emotionally scared for life...I could tell!
Suddenly I heard a noise outside the room.
I felt my eyes widen, I was going to get caught!
I quickly glanced down at the file again to take in the last bit of information. The final part of the file spoke about previous school grades and talents.
I quickly wiped the file down with my sleeve and shoved it back in the filing cabinet in the correct place and pushed the drawer shut.
I then ran to the window and almost dived out. I leapt out keeping hold of the window sill so I wouldn't fall to the ground again.
Then I hid under the window...and waited.
Seconds later I heard the lock in the door from the room turn and someone walk inside.
"Thank you Dr Nikaido, we greatly appreciate you traveling all this way to give our students here your lectures." I heard Roger say to someone else.
"It's my pleasure..." This 'Dr Nikaido' replied, his accent was the same as Rye's, so I guess he was also Japanese.
I didn't hang about any longer though. I quickly crawled along the ground so no one inside would see me, and then I...bumped into someone's legs.
I froze. Someone had caught me in the act!
I bit my lip and looked up very slowly...
"What are you doing on the ground?" Matt asked looking down at me.
"Em...crawling." I muttered in reply.
Matt raised a eyebrow. "Way to state the obvious, Secret!" He said sarcastically.
I rolled my eyes and stood up.
"I was observing the earth on the ground, it's highly interesting." I said as I dusted myself off, trying to cover for what I was actually doing.
But of course Matt didn't believe me for one second!
"Right, okay then..." Matt said nodding, his sarcastic tone still strong.
I sighed. "Look, my name's Secret! So naturally I was doing secretive stuff, which is a secret! So why was I on the ground you ask? It's a secret!" I said putting my hands on my hips.
Matt seemed stunned for half a second by my outburst, but then burst out laughing.
"Right then, have fun with that." He muttered.
I rolled my eyes and pushed past him.
"All I ask of you is that if Roger asks if you've seen me, you haven't! Especially not out here." I said and then darted off before he could say anything more.
I past Mello on the way into the house, obviously looking for Matt, I nearly stopped and gave him the 'you haven't seen me' speech but I thought it was best not to. Knowing Mello, if I told him to say he hadn't seen me, and then someone asked him if he had seen me, he would have defiantly made sure to say he'd seen me! And probably throw in some each information about what he seen me doing, like causing trouble when I hadn't.
I stopped by Near's room on the way back to get my folder so that I could work in my own room.
He wasn't there still so I was in and out quickly, then back to my room before I knew it.
Rye wasn't there, which I was sort of glad of. I couldn't face her so soon after raiding through her private details.
I stood over my bed and chewed on my sleeve. I then took up the folder and tipped all the papers out making them scatter all over the bed, destroying all order that had already been created.
I'd now came to the conclusion that Wammy's was slightly messed up, and all I wanted right now was to find out where B was, even if I had to go through L to get there.
I pushed all the papers aside and sat on the bed. Then I shuffled all the papers together so they formed a, now random, pile.
I then scooped up my marbles out of their bowl and held them in my hand.
"Okay! This is how we are going to do this..." I said aloud to myself as I brought my sleeve up to chew on it.
I picked up A's marble and placed it down on the bed. I then picked up the case paper on the top of the pile. It was dated 23rd December. That was after B's disappearance, but before A's funeral. So I placed the paper of the left hand side of A's marble.
I didn't care what L actually wanted me to do with these case files anymore! I was going to use them to find B!
I knew B was still in Winchester on the day of A's funeral, I'd seen him there, so he hadn't left straight away. So anything that happened that day was defiantly not B.
I sorted all the case papers into a timeline. I then put away all the pre-funeral papers and focused only on the cases based afterwards.
I then took out all group based criminal activity related cases. Also not B, I was sure of it!.
I then took out all the petty crimes that I didn't even know why L had included! And also I took out the crimes I knew would suit B at all.
That left me with six case papers left. Three were based in the US and the other three in Holland. It was one of these two countries!
All of a sudden, as if on queue with my breakthrough, the phone L had sent me, which was in the file box...began to ring.
I paused for a second before reaching to pick it up.
Unknown Number
The screen read.
It was L.
I pressed the green 'answer' button quickly and held the phone to my ear.
"S, do you have a conclusion from the cases that I sent you?" L's voice said getting straight to the point.
I narrowed my eyes to myself. He knew! I quickly looked up around the room. There must have been cameras somewhere! Surely that was illegal!
"The job you gave me would not require a conclusion." I pointed out. He had told me to look through the cases, not solve any or sort them in the way I had, that would mean I was not aiming to narrow anything down as far as he was concerned.
"Yes, but I know you had no intention of carrying out the exact job I gave you." L then said.
I frowned. I guess he'd outsmarted me there; he knew I would go off against his word and use them to find B...that is what he wanted!
I took in a deep breath and tried to control any anger.
"L," I started "Could you possibly send me information on everyone leaving the UK bound for the US or Holland starting from the 24th December to the date you gave me this file."
I was almost certain that B had traveled to rather the US or Holland, but this would be the final confirmation I needed to be absolutely positive.
"I had already gone through such information myself." L then said.
"Could you send it me anyway please?" I then asked.
There was a pause on the other side of the phone.
"Of course." L muttered "I will email it to you through the laptop I gave you."
And then he hung up the phone.
I dropped the phone quickly and grabbed for the laptop.
By the time I had switched it out, there was already a 'new email' icon flashing up on the desktop. The computer had obviously been set to give instant alerts.
I clicked on the email and a code came up.
I bit my lip.
I obvious hand to crack it to gain access. I'd though the security was rather low before!
I thought for a second, and then typed in the date, in numbers, of B's disappearance.
Only I should know that was L's true intentions when he gave me the job, so it was something I could figure out but other people would struggle to find out.
The code flashed off the screen and a button to open the email appeared.
The email contained a file, which I had to download onto the computers documents.
Then the file opened up.
The document loaded and scrolled through various information of people listed who had left the UK. They were listed by the airport, or other mode of cross sea transport, that they had used and then by date and time.
But I wasn't interested in all that! If my theory was correct all I needed to look at was the names.
I scrolled through the document quickly until I found it!
B . Birthday
The name B called himself. L wouldn't know it, but I did because he had told me. Maybe that's why he didn't use a alias to travel, because I would recognise him by it, maybe he wanted me to find him after all!
I then checked the flight information.
The plane was headed for...
USA, Los Angeles.
I smiled. "So B, you're in LA?" I whispered so quiet that no bug L may have put in the room would be able to hear what I said.
"I think we're getting much closer to finding you then." I muttered, and closed the laptop.
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I'm not going to make any promises for when the next chapter will be up because I probably won't be able to stick to it :/
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~ TheSecretRoman