L stared at his screen in slight astonishment. It couldn't possibly be this easy of a solve. Easy enough that people had already been theorizing that his suspect was Kira. But the evidence was irrefutable. In his head, the suspect's probability of being Kira seemed to be at 80 percent, but after factoring in some of his doubts, he decided on a firm thirty percent chance. It was exceedingly high compared to everyone else. High enough for him to feel that further investigation was necessary.
He bit his thumb with a look of determination on his face as he stared down the screen in front of him. "Light Yagami, you've made yourself so obvious, I almost don't want to believe it. First with Kira's absence while you were in the hospital and now the man who killed your mother suddenly drowns himself after your song, Killer in the Mirror, comes out. And on the anniversary of your mother's death as well. Considering the suicide note and the lack of a heart attack causing his death, it seems to not be the work of Kira, however the fact that he died in the same place as the woman he killed in almost the same manner seems to indicate that this was a meticulously planned murder." He paused in his ramblings to himself before sliding a paper from an open manila folder beside him across the desk to lay in front of him. "If Kira is able to kill by means other than a heart attack, that will make things more complicated."
"The note is obviously a code as well. Not to mention the events in the musical video are very suspicious. Killer In the Mirror..." He hummed to himself, carefully replacing the paper back in the manila folder. "Watari, I think it's time I went to see Light Yagami in person."
"Sayu," Light whined, leaning on her until she was wobbling in the effort to stand up straight. He gave her puppy eyes while she continued to pout at him.
"No. You called me creepy. And I'm certainly not going to prove your point by playing the part of a poltergeist in your music video."
Light sighed melodramatically. "I called you creepy in an endearing kind of way." He smiled. "Besides, you're going to be here the whole time I'm here anyways and you have dark hair. Classic poltergeist girl."
Sayu gasped in mock-offense. "It's so much more than that, Yagami-sama. Besides, my hair isn't that dark. Classic poltergeist girls usually have black hair." She put her hands on her hips.
Light's manager, Yoshi, looked on at the two bickering siblings in amusement. They didn't actually have to start filming for two or so hours and they were still finishing up collecting ideas.
She remembered how Light had suggested that Sayu play the part of the poltergeist in the music video when the director had suggested hiring a model for the part. He'd acted casual about it, but it was obvious by the gleam in his eyes that he was looking forward to working with his sister, especially if it meant he was able to tease her about it. It had seemed like a good idea at the time, considering how Sayu was almost always by Light's side since Sachiko's death.
Yoshi remembered Sachiko. She thought she was an amazing mother, especially considering how she had to take care of the two on her own. Sachiko had been the cheeriest between herself and Light.
She had never thought of separating the two, even when Light was busy with his job. The two may have been cousins, but since Sayu's adoption into the family, she'd never been anything but Light's little sister. She kept him from straying from his work better than even Yoshi was able to. The two may bicker a lot, but the end game of their arguments were always in favor of Light, which Yoshi was typically happy about.
By the time Yoshi snapped out of her thoughts, the argument was already over and Light was grinning in victory, while Sayu slumped in defeat with a pout.
She clapped her hands, snapping the two out of their moods. "Alright then, let's get you dressed, Sayu-chan. I promise, you won't look too creepy. We've actually got a very American-type outfit set for you. You'll look so cute, I promise!" She smiled cheerily and led Sayu to the dressing rooms.
Yoshi suddenly turned to light with a shark-like grin on her face, making the teen concerned for his own wellbeing, considering some of the outrageous requests his manager had thrown at him before ("But Light-kun, you have so many fangirls! Just a little fanservice for the ladies is bound to up your popularity by at least twenty percent!"). He shuddered at the memory.
"Whatever it is, the answer is no." Yoshi's shark-like grin was not deterred in the slightest. "You haven't even heard what I have to say," She replied snidely. Light held a level glare with her, unmoving in his answer. Yoshi's grin suddenly disappeared and she raised her hands in the air and looked up at the ceiling as if asking for some God to have mercy on her and give her a client that wasn't as stubborn as Light. "It's not even that bad! You'd only be shirtless. Nobody gets to see anything below the waist."
Light's eyes narrowed. "You're still hung up on that fanservice thing, aren't you?" He countered. Yoshi flinched in sorrow for the extra money that was never racked in because of Light's stubbornness. "This has nothing to do with that! Were you even listening when we were brainstorming for the video?"
Light rolled his eyes. "Of course. All I really have to do in the video is just act like I woke up from a nightmare and then lay in bed for the rest of the video. Sayu gets to do all the important stuff. And I don't need to be shirtless for that!"
Yoshi rolled her eyes in return. "Okay Yagami-sama. Would you prefer to wear some footie pajamas?" She asked sarcastically, mimicking Sayu's earlier use of his name. Light let out a heavy sigh. "I'm sure Matsuda already has an outfit set up for me that involves a shirt, so your argument is already invalid."
Yoshi cursed. She hated how Light's new designer was just as uncomfortable making showing outfits as Light was wearing them. It only encouraged Light's prudeness, which was bad for her business. She conceded defeat to Light, who grinned broadly before going to the dressing rooms to see Sayu and get dressed, himself.
It was a rather quick process with the two leaving the dressing rooms at the same time before they would inevitably be converged by makeup artists and hairstylists. But for now they still had time, so they sat around talking about the music video with Matsuda. She had to admit that she liked the outfits Matsuda had chosen, even if they were overly casual and somewhat bland.
Sayu wore an over-sized, white shirt with white jeans and tennis shoes. Her accessories included large, silver cross earrings and an assortment of silver necklaces, rings and bracelets. Light merely wore a black shirt and shorts with a silver necklace that had keys and locks on it. He didn't even have shoes, just a pair of black socks.
She didn't really know much about Matsuda or even how he'd gotten his job as Light's designer, but she liked him. He was enthusiastic and had good taste. He'd also become very close with Sayu in the short time he'd known her, though Light often seemed apprehensive of him. For what reason, Yoshi had no clue. Though sometimes when Matsuda wasn't looking, she'd catch a small smirk on Light's face.
Yoshi plopped herself beside Sayu on the couch and started playing with her hair. "Hey, Sayu? How would you feel about dying your hair black?" She asked with an innocent smile on her face, only to be met with a horrified look on Sayu's end. "No! I'm not going to make myself look even more like a creepy poltergeist!" She screeched in horror. Light looked on in amusement and Matsuda chuckled from his spot beside Light.
"What about a greyish blue?" Yoshi asked. Sayu tilted her head back in thought.
"Maybe."
Yoshi cheered victoriously. "Great! Matsuda, go get the hair dye from Light's dressing room. It's in that one unpacked box in the corner of the room. It says dÅTERRA on it." She smiled kindly as Matsuda made to leave.
Light stared at her in open-mouthed horror, realizing that she'd probably been planning to dye his hair. And considering some of her unorthodox methods, she might have at some point in the future decided to try to dye his hair while he slept or replaced his shampoo with the hair dye.
Matsuda came back with the whole box. "I didn't know which one was the color you wanted, so I just brought all of them."
And lo and behold, there in the box was about a hundred bottles of colored hair dye. Yoshi dug around the box for all of two seconds, her arm going so far in that her whole arm became invisible, and pulling out two silver bottles that were practically identical to all the other bottles in the box.
She then pulled out a rolled up fabric that had multiple brushes that looked similar to what you used to paint walls of other large surfaces. The brush was flat and out of the end of the handle, black bristles grew out in a thick line. There were ones that were bigger than others, then there were ones with a slant to the bristles. Then she pulled a bowl and a roll of aluminum foil out of the box.
She opened one of the bottles and dumped the sky-blue contents into the bowl. "Okay, this here is the bleach. What we're going to do is put this in your hair and then after half an hour, we're going to wash it out. And after that we're going to put the blue in and let that sit for another half hour. We don't really need to wait for the stylist to get here for that. She's just going to use product to accentuate the color."
Sayu nodded in understanding as Yoshi produced a hair clip from out of nowhere and started sectioning off her hair with an excited vigour. Light rolled his eyes and stood up. "I'm going to get some air."
Matsuda immediately jumped up beside him, mumbling that he'd accompany Light.
The two step outside the stuffy building into a side-alley. They stand just outside the door in an uncomfortable silence before Matsuda breaks it. "I, um, I knew your dad." Matsuda mentally face-palms at his own creepy little observation. Light doesn't seem to find it that way, turning his head a little in surprise. "Yeah?" Matsuda nodded his head a little too enthusiastically.
"Soichiro Yagami. Before I got into this, I worked with the ICPO. I didn't really work under him, but my own father worked for the ICPO so I often saw him whenever the ICPO had social events and I was allowed to go. He was kind of my hero." Matsuda smiled softly.
Light nodded apprehensively. "He died before I was born, so I wouldn't really know much about him."
"He was a good man." They drifted into silence once again.
Light leaned back against the brick wall, humming to himself as he tapped along to the rhythm of his own voice along the wall. He closed his eyes as he hummed, not particularly caring about the fact that Matsuda's eyes were stuck on him. Occasionally he mumbled lyrics along with the incessant tapping, though he sung like as if he had forgotten most of the words to the song and what order the lines went in.
Light's eyes opened suddenly and he mumbled that he was going to go inside, Matsuda following dutifully behind. When they got inside, they saw that Yoshi had finished covering Sayu's head in bleach and foil.