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Questions and Answers

"I have now question you all and I can say that Kira is not among us."

"So," I started, holding up my peace treaty, "anybody want cake?"

"How do we know you haven't poisoned it?" Aizawa snapped back at me.

Why would I poison this cake? It's my favorite type of cake! It would be a total waste of a perfectly good cake that I have every intention of eating. Besides, If I was going to kill you, I wouldn't poison you. If none you want any, I'm going to eat the cake."

I pulled the cake out of the container and was glad to see it still looked the same as it did when I bought it. It was a circular milk chocolate cake covered with dark chocolate icing. On the top of the cake there was exactly 16 strawberries. It was my favorite kind of cake.

Seeing no one was going to try it until I proved it was safe, I reached into my back pocket and grabbed my switchblade. I was tackled to the ground by Aizawa the second he saw it.

"Get off me!" I yelled, "If you didn't want me to take it out someone could have offered to help me cut the damn thing!"

After ten seconds he still hadn't gotten off of me, so I pushed him hard enough to get him off of me. I opened the blade and stuck it in the cake. After a few minutes I finally cut the cake into 8 pieces. Watari walked in a second later and handed me a plate. Once a slice was on my plate I turned around as if to walk away, then spun my self while coming down into a cross legged position.

"So, "I stated before taking a bite of cake, "I've eaten the cake and still not died. Try some, and I will tell you more about myself."

L waited about thirty seconds, then grabbed a piece of cake also. "So, why were you at Whammy's in the first place?"

"I solved my parents murder, even though he was wearing a mask and gloves, didn't say anything, came and left through the front door, and left no physical evidence"

"That would be an almost unsolvable case for any police agency." Aizawa stated.

"Really? I had it solved before the police had even responded to the 9-1-1 call."

"How?" Matsuda asked.

"I was watching as it happened and one thing told me who it was. You see, the perpetrator was left handed, and so was my dad's friend. Now, I may have only been four but I knew what an affair was."

When I finished my story L asked. "How come you could follow Watari without him noticing?"

Suddenly I was pulled into a memory.

Flashback

A nine year old girl stood excited as it was finally her turn to get a slice of cake. Birthdays were always her favorite part of Whammy's Orphanage, since it was one of the few times she would eat unhealthy food.

Once she had he slice of cake she quickly hurried as to get back to her room and eat her delicious cake. She was almost home free when he came around the corner. James was the biggest, meanest kid in the place.

"Hey you buttface, give me your cake." he snarled at her.

"No, I waited for fifteen minutes for this cake. If you wan-" She was cut off as he slapped her.

"No one says no to me!" he yelled before striking her across the face again.

She cried out in pain when her lip split open, but no one was around to hear her. He threw her to the ground and kicked her in the stomach. Air gushed out of her in an instant, and none would come back in. He punched her a few more times in the arms, and promptly stomped on her wrist as she tried to push herself up. She screamed in agony as she felt the bone break. He picked up the piece of cake she had dropped and walked off, leaving her sobbing on the floor.

"Help," She would say as she cried when people walked passed her, but no one would stop.

Finally, just as she was passing out, a voice asked her what happened and if she was okay.

"Wrist... broke. James... wanted my cake." Was all she could whisper before the darkness consumed her.

The next morning she woke with a start in her bed with a splint on her wrist. The reason she had waken was there was an announcement saying James had been kicked out of Whammy's and placed into another orphanage.

End Flashback

"Only one person besides my parents has ever noticed me unless I practically screamed in their face." I spoke, feeling my face turn into look of sorrow.

"We noticed you." Mogi said.

"Yeah, After I barged in unannounced to a secret meeting."

"So can you tell me when I am going to die?" Matsuda practically yelled.

"Matsuda, what an inappropriate-" Mr. Yagami began.

"Yes," I interrupted. "I can tell you, but would not wish that fate on to anyone. I have only ever told one person when they were going to die…"

"And?" Yagami said, trying to get me to elaborate.

"And I later found out that they were suicidal."

No one spoke up.

"Anyways, it might not be right." I stated.

"Make up your mind already!" Ukita screamed at me, "Either you can tell someone's time of death, or you can't!"

"I can, but it is not working very well right now." I told him back. My temper was going to flare soon, I could feel it.

"It isn't working very well because it is not there! I bet you wouldn't tell me my time of death if your life depended on it!"

"It wouldn't matter, I can only tell you the longest you could live-"

And if fate had decided it be then what could change it?" Ukita screamed in my face.

I slammed my fists down on the coffee table in front of me. With my rage taking over, I barely felt it when the empty plate in front of me shattered, causing my hands to start to bleed.

"KIRA!" I shouted furiously while leaning toward him over the coffee table, "YOU FORGET WE ARE WORKING ON THE KIRA CASE DAMMIT! ANY ONE OF YOU DIE IN SECONDS! Even when I watched Lind L Taylor be killed on TV, I got a warning. When I first saw him It said he had 7 years left, but then all of a sudden, his time dropped and all it said was 40 seconds. When the time ran out he had a heart attack."

"Seven years might be true, he was a heavy smoker." L out loud to himself.

The room was silent, and with that I stood to leave the room.

So, what do you think? No flames!

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