Once again, you were woken by the piercing volume of your ring tone. Your hand automatically reached out from under your covers and you put the phone to your ear. "Hello?" you said.
"Miss Ahiru?" queried a voice.
Recognising the voice from yesterday, you sat up. "Yes?"
"We wanted to thank you for returning our son to us. And…thank you for returning the money to us, minus your fee of course."
A bolt of panic temporarily froze you, however, your voice remained cool and impassive. "No need to thank me, Mr. Yamamoto. I was just doing my job."
"We are forever grateful. Arigatou, Miss Ahiru."
You hung up the phone and sat there in silence. 'I never returned their money…who? Who could have known?!'
Narrowing your eyes, only one possibility occurred to you. 'Him.'
The police and Light turned to look as the door buckled in on its hinges. With a loud thud, it hit the floor and you slowly walked in. They stared at you, their mouths hanging open. "Normal people would use a doorknob, Ahiru-chan," Matsuda said, sweatdropping.
He caught sight of your deadly expression and slowly backed away, unsuccessfully trying to hide himself behind a conveniently placed sofa. An aura of menace followed in your wake, as you approached where L was sitting staring at a television screen. He looked up at you, a thoughtful expression on his face as he chewed a mouthful of cake. "What did you do?!" you said, your voice rising with each syllable.
He frowned. "I'm afraid I don't understand, Ahiru-chan."
Your anger flared up at his innocent expression. Reaching a hand out, you wrenched him entirely out of his chair by the collar of his shirt. The plate with a piece of half-eaten cake clattered to the floor as you shook him. "What did you do?!" you shouted, your common sense consumed by rage.
L glanced across at the shocked police officers and said in a calm voice, "Please give me a minute."
"But Ryuuzaki!" Yagami Sochirou called out, taking a step towards him.
L shook his head. "Only for a minute, I'm in no danger."
Yagami hesitantly turned around and ushered the others out of the room, stepping over the fallen door. "What's this about?" L asked, seemingly unfazed at being strangled by an enraged woman.
"You transferred the money back, didn't you! And took my commission for yourself!" you accused, the questions coming out as statements.
"Yes and no," he said, cryptically.
Maddened, you shook him again to show that you were serious. "How both?"
"I admit that I did transfer the money back into their account from the temporary account you created to siphon the money after the initial transaction. However, I did not take your commission," L said, speaking in a calm tone.
"So where is it, then?" you asked, wondering if you had been perhaps a little too hasty in your assumption.
L reached out and tapped a few buttons on his keyboard, prompting a new window to open. It took a second for the information to register and you quickly released L, blushing profusely. 'He transferred the money straight into my account? Wait, how did he even find it?' you thought, then something else occurred to you, 'Oh no…did I just assault my employer?!'
You began to panic, reasoning that L would be terminating your contract with him and kick you out on the street. Arms flailed as your mind rushed over every single abstract possibility, and you failed to notice L quietly move back to his chair and continue his observation. It finally registered, and you paused, arms still raised in the air. "Y-you're not going to fire me?" you asked, hope in your voice.
"Your services are still useful to me," he replied, his attention focused on the screen.
Your anger reemerged. 'That's all I am? A service? Like a plumber or a carpenter?'
"However, you're going to have to replace the door."
All of your anger towards him dissipated, and you sweatdropped at his lack of reaction.
Mumbling to yourself, you walked over at your workstation and sat cross-legged on your leather chair, tapping keys to construct a program. Matsuda knocked on the wall near the doorway. "Uh…Ryuuzaki? Can we come back in? Has it left yet?"
"I would not recommend-" began L.
"Matsuda," you said sweetly, sidling up next to him, "WHO ARE YOU CALLING AN IT?!"
He fell the floor, temporarily unconscious with swirls in his eyes. The other investigation members stepped over him and reentered the room. "We couldn't help but overhear the situation-" said Yagami Sochirou.
"I'm sure you could," you grumbled, your arms folded across your chest.
"-but we were wondering, if Ahiru-chan can make that much money from just one job…why was it hard for her the pay her rent?" Matsuda cut in, completely recovered.
"She funds-" L said, face still turned towards his screen.
You laughed loudly, almost suspiciously, and rubbed the back of your neck. "What can I say? I'm a gambler."
The Kira investigators all sweatdropped at you. L's head turned slightly and he looked at you curiously. You shot him a look before walking back to your computer and double-checking that the money was in your account before secretly siphoning it out of that account and into a confidential account.
You heard the word 'diary' behind you, and you focused in on their conversation. They seemed to be discussing a course of action about information from a diary. You gathered that the second Kira had sent this diary page as a way of contacting the real Kira. 'The Giant's game seems high risk for someone like the second Kira to attend…and they would have guessed that by adding that entry, police presence would have increased…so it seems less likely that that was their intent. 22nd of May…at Aoyama, we looked at each other's notebooks? Aoyama…a neighbourhood of Tokyo which is popular for its shopping, fashion houses and restaurants…highly popular with young people…this seems to suggest that the second Kira is… a young female? '
"If I'm honest…this is so dumb, I'm not quite sure how to deal with it. If we broadcast this diary, we'd also have to make the announcement that the match on the 30th will be cancelled. Yet, if we don't broadcast the diary, the second Kira won't make their move," L said, moving over to sit on one of the cream lounges.
You listened to his words, a plan slowly forming itself in your mind. L announced that that the roads around the Tokyo Dome would be controlled and the fake Kira would send another message consenting to the meeting. When he mentioned that they were unsure of the second Kira's level of intelligence, your eyebrows furrowed. 'This second Kira kills by just seeing the person…how is that possible? Is it developed over time…a secret technique perhaps? An immense organisation of crime-fighters? We don't even know how many of these 'Kira's' have this gift…is it given? If so, why is there no evidence of this happening before? Why only now? And Shinigami's…how are they related?'
Lost in your thoughts, you failed to notice your name being called. "Ahiru-chan," L said.
Your eyes snapped back into focus and you stared at him, blankly. "Yes?" you asked, wishing you had paid attention.
"What is your opinion?" L queried, staring straight into your eyes.
You squirmed in your seat, wondering how he had noticed that you had been listening to the conversation. Not wanting to give away only information on your theories, you quickly said, "I agree with your plans. I think it is the best course of action."
Turning back to your computer, you heard Matsuda and Light volunteer to go to Aoyama. You allowed yourself a small smile of triumph, before reverting back to your blank expression. 'I knew it. He suspects as well. That's why he's going to Aoyama. Light-kun, this only increases my suspicions more.'
It was late at night and there was only L and you in the police headquarters. The only audible noises were the rhythmic tap of L's keyboard and the occasional thump from your desk as you constructed your computer's complex microchip. You heard some soft footsteps and you looked over to the right to see the famed detective's head hovering above your shoulder. Startled, you resisted the urge to recoil and turned back to your desk. "What is it?" you asked, slowly.
"What are your thoughts about the second Kira?" he questioned in his low voice.
You retained your emotionless expression. "Have I given you any reason to suggest that I might know something?"
He frowned slightly. 'Why won't you tell me, Ren Aoyami? Why are you hiding things from me?'
Your alarm buzzed at 7 o'clock in the morning. Groggy, you hit the snooze button before sitting bolt upright in your bed. "Aoyama!"
You stepped off the train at the Aoyama train station, completely unrecognizable. Your long blonde hair was hidden under a cropped brunette wig, and you were dressed in a baggy t-shirt and jeans. A baseball cap was pulled down to cover your unusual smoky-coloured eyes and unless someone was looking closely, you could almost be mistaken for a boy, which was exactly your objective. You double-checked everything on your mental list, making sure that you had not forgotten anything vital to your plan. 'Okay, I rigged the cameras inside my room and if anyone touches the doorknob, the computer will automatically ring my phone which is connected to some speakers hidden in the human-shaped figure under my blankets. If this does occur, I will say that I am not feeling well and that I want to be left alone. Hopefully, this will satisfy any curious minds,' you thought, walking down the sidewalk past the numerous retail outlets until you entered a cafe.
'Now…on to today's plan. Since the obvious references to a notebook seem to suggest the Note Blue nightclub, I will wait in this café for Light and Matsuda's group to pass me. I will then pretend to be a criminal and grab one of the women's handbags, in my haste accidentally dropping the wallet I have prepared with an I.D. showing the robber's name and profile…'
Your thoughts were interrupted as at the table next to yours, you heard a voice muttering to itself. Curious, you looked over to see a black-haired schoolgirl with glasses seemingly talking to herself. Hearing a name that sounded close to your given name, you decided to investigate further and stood up to move over to her table. Unfortunately, your foot caught on the leg of the chair and you tripped over, falling straight into the startled girl. The both of you fell to the floor, with you landing on your hands and knees on top of her. A high-pitched scream followed by cries of 'Pervert!' brought you out of your daze and you hurriedly got to your feet and sprinted out of the café. Many blocks away, you put your hands on your knees and panted in exhaustion, desperately trying to regain your breath. 'Stupid…girl…! Why did she have to ruin my plan?! It's too late to go back and try again now…KUSO! I was so close to finding out if Light really does have anything to do with Kira!'
You sat down on a bench, and waited for your heart rate to return to normal before thinking of what to do next. Completely binning your plan, you decided to go back to the hotel to see what you could salvage from the situation. As you boarded the train back into central Tokyo, a thought struck you, "I wonder who that girl was talking to…"