...
L forced down the urge to gulp, his shoulders shaking in response. There was a threat there, that was obvious for anyone to see. But the warning? That he didn't understand. That he was worried about. If it really was Kira... And he had their names and faces... What kind of warning doesn't constitute killing them?
The temperature in the room seemed to have dropped. He blinked his eyes, the blank channel before them not doing them any favours. Turning his head minutely, he frowned further at the sight of the motionless officers. Their bemusement clear for him to read. Matsuda was currently tentatively looking between him and Aizawa. The latter simply staring at him. Likely waiting for orders.
Orders he didn't have.
Frankly... He wasn't sure what he had.
A fake Kira? Two Fake Kira's, maybe? What was he supposed to do with that?
Still the silence continued, Matsuda's unease growing by the second. Even Mogi the most reserved of them all looked tempted to speak up. To say something.
And wasn't that a bad sign?
Closing his eyes, though he turned his face back to the surveillance screen monitoring K- Monitoring one of the potential suspects presumed to be Kira. His mind drew back on those memories. On the moments he'd experienced where he'd been absolutely certain of Kira's identity.
The most obvious of which, was of course the moment he'd met the second Kira in person.
He could still remember the feeling of... Well, it was hardly triumph.
Truthfully, these days that feeling didn't come as often as it used to. Though he supposed in a sense he was glad it had eventually stopped. Sure it used to feel good... But the fun tended to end badly. Besides, beating the geniuses' at their own game never resulted in a rematch. Given they usually ended up in Jail. Or worse.
A pity really.
He shook his head, his knees immediately going ontop of his chair, one finger on his chin as he focused. As he recalled every meeting he'd had with Light Yagami. Ever- And then, for perhaps the third time in the past hour, L Lawliet found himself surprised.
Matsuda had broken the silence.
Worse yet, Matsuda had said something clever.
Something so clever it was dangerous.
"Hey... Didn't you say Kira could control people before their deaths? Didn't you say he... Practiced..?"
L's eyes narrowed. His teeth grinding the slightest as he considered the words.
"What if..." Matsuda turned a look towards Aizawa, the other giving him his full focus for once. "What if Kira could..." L's eyes narrowed further at the sudden stop, his mind having already reached the other's question.
"Light Yagami was not a puppet." He stated thinly.
"Oh come on! You can't seriously still think he's Kira after that!?" Aizawa suddenly yelled, the man having jumped to his feet. "We have to tell them!"
Right, Chief Yagami wasn't aware of what had occurred.
Aizawa's eyes steeled themselves, the man's demeanour turning suspiciously calm. "I am going to tell them." He stated calmly as he turned on the spot and promptly started making his way.
L wanted to stop him. He wanted to yell at him to stop even.
And for the fourth time that hour, L found himself surprised again.
He was starting to despise the feeling.
For he didn't have to stop him.
No, a phone ringing did that for him. Aizawa blinked, his gaze turning towards a rapidly fidgeting Matsuda-
"Ahh Sorry about that-" The man made to, presumably, turn off his phone, the phone he shouldn't have on him, before freezing on the spot as the call seemingly went through on it's own.
Or, well, a voice mail did at any rate. A voice mail that set off another headache for the young detective.
A voice that stopped Aizawa on his tracks.
"Hello! This is Kira again, pick up." The sound of the following beep went ignored. And before any of them could so much as twitch, the phone promptly went off again.
Needless to say, Aizawa took a few steps back towards them.
L waved at Matsuda to pick up the call. His throbbing headache growing by the second.
"Hellooo~" The unmodified voice sounded exactly as it had during the recording. Which meant the man was either reckless enough to so brazenly-
"This is Matsuda..."
The throbbing escalated as the young detective promptly jumped off his seat, one hand immedaitely grabbing onto the phone, ignoring the officers surprised yelp.
"I take it this is Ryuzaki?"
L promptly memorised the number, because of course he didn't bother hiding it, before answering.
"No, this is Light Yagami." He stated, a passive expression on his face. Even as Aizawa let out a whispered snarl.
"Oh... Well that's boring,"
"I. Am. Offended." He tried his best to mimic the teen currently sleeping in his jail cell.
"Mhm, hardly any point talking to a scape goat, ya know?"
L figuratively, metaphorically and somehow literally, froze at the words. And given the phone was on speaker-
"You little-!" Aizawa snarled, coming close enough for his voice to go through.
L promptly took a single step back, his personal space having been thoroughly violated, before he pulled the phone up by it's flip cover closer to his mouth, about to speak before he heard the faintest hint of laughter from the other side.
"How are you ki-" He made to question his method of killing, admittedly expecting a resounding rejection of the fact though he never got the chance as the voice on the side promptly spoke over him.
"No, no, save the questions for later, I take it you've all watched my little clip?" And though he questioned them, he never gave them the chance to answer. "Good! But more on that when you're here,"
"When we're where?" He questioned immediately, a glint filling his eye before-
"Oh... Why don't you leave that to me." The stranger slumped him again.
"What doe-" Yet he never got the chance to finish as he watched, wide-eyed, his task force momentarily freeze up, their expressions going blank.
"Oh, don't worry," The voice continued, even as the rest of his task force started walking away. L's own body seemingly frozen on the spot as he strained himself to move. To speak. "I'll be sure to leave Watari with the Yagamis."
And that was the last thing he could recall before darkness claimed him, his own body however started moving, following the rest on their way to the seemingly unknown.
...
When L reopened his eyes, his body surprisingly comfortable on what he presumed to be a chair, the first thing he noticed coming into view was the distinctly darker sky. Yet oddly enough, it didn't seem any less bright.
The screams were the second thing he noted. Screams and cries for help hit the left side of his face like a truck, the detective's gaze immediately snapping to the burning home. His eyes widening before they, finally, snapped forward.
Forward, to the other stranger he'd seen on screen. The full pink and white suit an eyesore to his eyes, though the unkempt hair certainly stood out, going in every which way but down, and if not for the relatively short cut, it would've certainly been defying the laws of physics themselves. The man seemed content to let him think in silence, turning his gaze to the mansion-less side, he released the breath he'd been holding at the sight of his task force. All seemingly unconscious. Though Matsuda was for some reason drooling.
Turning his gaze to the table between him and the supposed Kira on the other side. His gaze locked on to and frowned at the sight of a toy.
One he vaguely recognised, having seen Near with a similar model.
Was that how he was killing people? Toys of death? If that's the case...
Near must never know...
"Want a drink? I am partial to ice cream myself," L almost did a double take at the question.
"Enjoying the view? I had it made just for you. And don't worry..." The stranger remarked, the throbbing headache from earlier- Far earlier given-L completely ignored the sight of one of Watari's private jets. Casually parked far too close to a burning building, Instead choosing to focus on the smiling stranger. Enough to finally notice the man was... Currently erasing something out of a... Journal?
"They were all Arsonists. The kind that get people burnt."
Having noticed his gaze, though missing his veiled anger, the stranger's smile seemed to grow.
"Watch this," He whispered. L's legs immediately going up ontop of his seat, his mind's focus sharpenin-
The stranger made absolutely zero reaction to the action, a fact that came with more warnings then he would've liked. Yet he couldn't tear his eyes away, even as he watched the stranger, almost childish in nature, activate one of the toy's features.
"Stand," The stranger remarked. The small toy on the table taking a few seconds before the small electrical light on it's chest blinked red. The toy slowly but surely twisting it's legs as it slowly got up to it's full height of 12 inches.
L blinked, having seemingly forgotten the toy was voice-activated. Though the small delay indicated it as an older model-
The stranger reached a hand under the table and promptly smashed the toy with a small hammer. The blinking light dimming as the toy's head promptly flew off it's fallen body.
Yet L couldn't see what the-
"Stand," Kira grinned, repeating the word.
L watched the light on the headless robot brighten up the slightest, one arm even twitching before eventually turning off, permanently.
"See... Now if I'd stopped just before the hit connected, I reckon he would've stood up," He questioned, idly twirling around an inconspicuous eraser in his hand.
"All fine and dandy, don't you think?" The stranger smiled, the glint in his eye unsettling the detective further.
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