It was growing colder; Japan was coldest in January, which sucked because it would be cold and sunny. I had taken to wearing a undershirt, shirt, sweater, and a coat. I clutched at my cup of tea as I walked down the street, that large cross I found on the map not far from my mind. It bothered me, Yagami had to find another way to get the FBI agents names, it was great that he couldn't get many but some of them still died. Growling in aggravation I turned the corner only to slam into some and spill hot tea down my front. I couldn't help gasping, it burned with all these layers! "I'm so sorry, miss!" the voice was male, familiar too… Miss!? "Miss, who are you calling, miss?" I exclaimed, affronted. I don't look like a girl! I glare at the man, who looked horrified. One of the men behind him looked horrible embarrassed and the other irritated. "Masuda!" growled the irritated one. The embarrassed one walked around Matsuda and checked me over. "Are you alright?" He asked. I gave him a slightly dull look, "My newly made, hot tea is soaked into my clothes, it's cold, and I'm getting sticky, and my hand feels like it was bent strangely."
The man looked behind him at the arguing men and sighed. "I think there are some shirts you can use at the station, come with us and we'll get you sorted."
"My Haha said never to go someplace with strangers." I told the strangely familiar man shrewdly. He flushed a bit before clearing his throat. "Ah, I am Chief Yagami of the NPA." My eyes widened, oh.
Oh!
Uh, oh.
This is either really bad, or really lucky. I eye him, and then looked over his shoulder. "Uh-huh, and they are officers?" I asked, hoping I came off skeptical. It must have worked because he flushed and turned stern eyes their way. "Matsuda! Mogi!" The two straighten up like they'd been slapped. Huh.
The shirt was… big... okay I could have loved this shirt in my last life. It was obviously a large man's shirt but Mogi was much bigger than myself, so it kind of dwarfed me. I looked up at Mogi and Chief Yagami, arms raised. They looked at me a bit helplessly. Letting my arms fall one of the shoulders showed as the shirt slipped. I frowned, now I wasn't that skinny, I had some fat on my bones! Not a lot but still! Matsuda came around the corner and flushed." I dropped your things off at the dry-cleaners but it will be a while." A whine scratched its way from my throat, how long was a while? I have school work to do! I run my hand through my damp hair and sigh. "I have course work I need to do, and tutoring work to grade." I growl. The tutoring work would be simple enough but I need my computer because it has my other notes on it. "Can't one of you drop me home and just bring the clothes later? I have been gone longer than I told Haha, who I still need to call, I don't have all my notes for my school work with me and I really don't want to work in such a setting."
"What's wrong with doing work here? Chiefs son does it all the time."
"Mogi-san, do I look like Chief Yagami-sans son? We are compleately different people, and I don't work in the same conditions as Princely Yagami." I bitched, "No offence, Yagami-san." I add as the man looked offended. "I don't really enjoy your son's company."
"Why ever not, Yagami-kun is a good boy." Matsuda complained. "Because everywhere he goes there is a trail of fawning females, he constantly tries to charm people, and he stares." I said the last part while looking right at Yagami Sr. who flushed lightly. I lifted the legs of the sweat pants I was wearing and looked at the ground for my shoes. Keeping the pants up with one hand I slipped my shoes on and l grabbed my bag. The three stared at me for a moment before jerking; Mogi and Matsuda looked to their Chief. The man looked at them and sighed. "I'll take you home after you have called your mother to let her know what has happened."
"Thank you, Yagami-san." I bow slightly as I fish out my phone from my bag.
Haha started her fussing as soon as I was through the door... well… after chewing out Chief Yagami about his subordinates. I was embarrassed and amused at the same time. It didn't help that my father was going to be home in a few hours from his office here in Japan. Due to this delay my work won't be done to the same standard as usual before he gets home. To her it was their fault and if I failed she would be having words with his superiors. Not sure how she knew them (I am quite sure that she does not) and I wasn't going to ask. Haha could go into tails and I needed to get my work done along with catching up with what I might have missed in the Kira case.
I know that Penber's fiancée won't be getting involved, unless L somehow has a need for her. What if my doing something has no affect and she ends up involved anyway? Is there anything that L might need her for aside from working with her before? I really don't remember, I hope not, if she dies that might unravel all that has changed. I never really thought that anything was set in stone. What if everything couldn't be changed?
There must be something that has to give; I wasn't supposed to be here anyway so maybe not? This is so confusing, my last life might not have been the best but it was way less confusing. Though that might be because I didn't have foreknowledge the way I do here. I frown as I put away my last assignment. This was all so troublesome. It's distracting me from my work and is entirely too stressful.
Father will be home within the hour and that doesn't leave much time to check up on my latest project, Beyond Birthday. Kira is supposed to be killed January 21 after meeting L. That was coming up quickly. Should Beyond die? He is crazy, or is in need of some serous loving.
Wide dark eyes watch as one of his suspects is brought home in clothes that he did not leave in by one of his other suspects father. He watches as they all do their school work, but then one of the least likely does something strange. The ghost like figure snaps its focus to the last monitor. The subject removes a plethora of Kira related things. At first the figure wonders if the subject is a fanatic. He dismisses this notion just as quickly as it was formed, no, because they have things a regular fanatic wouldn't. Like information that was not made public. He leans closer, cake in hand as he watches the subject shove a pen into their hair to shuffle papers.
He watches as they drag a map and start marking it, and he too sees the end result. A cross? What connected this? Where had this person found this correlation. The figure zoomed in, unwilling to believe that he missed anything. There on the floor where images of the FBI agents and four petty criminals. Quickly and without looking he typed in one of the names. Dead. He quickly typed the other three, dark eyes dart back to the screen. The teen looked horrified at the cross. Was it because it was now obvious? Was he afraid to be noticed?