Chapter 1-Dance to this Beat

"...Yazuki, Fumito...!"
"Oh, you're in trouble!" Yin cooed and smirked at the green-haired boy. "What'd you do this time?"
"What!? I didn't do anything!" Fumito blinked as he heard the angry yell. "All I did was accidentally walk into the bathroom while Hisaye was showering. I swear, I didn't mean to!"
Yin laughed, Fumito was a goofy and clumsy person, but he was also smart. He was useful for his smartness, but always got on Hisaye's nerves with his allegedly accidental antics.
"Well, I'm not sticking around. You, my friend, are the only known person to get on Hisaye's nerves. It's usually not pretty...see you!"
The dark-haired woman hurriedly left the room just as Hisaye walked in. She had finished her shower and such before coming to erm "talk" to Fumito. How he was able to get to her was beyond her. There was just always that wanting to explode on him.
"No, Yin! Don't leave me alone!" Fumito tried to follow, but stopped as Hisaye walked in. "Oh uh...hey Hisaye...how was your shower...? Heh heh..."
She's going to kill me....

"Why did you go into the bathroom while I was in the shower, Yazuki?" Hisaye asked, crossing her arms. "The water was clearly running."
"Sorry Hisaye, I wasn't thinking, I swear," Fumito held his hands up in a "I surrender" stance.
"With all the other perverted things that happen when I'm around you, that's kinda hard to believe, Yazuki-san," Hisaye pointed out. It was true, it seemed every time the two were alone, something awkward and perverted happened. It always ended with Fumito getting kicked across the room. "I'm starting to believe you do this to make me hit you, you know? Do you like that?"
The woman arched an eyebrow as her completely red eyes watched his gold ones. She knew Fumito liked her...a lot. She really believed he did it just to get his hands on her sometime, the pervert. If anybody else did it, Hisaye would probably brush if off. But, for some reason, when he did something she always felt like smacking him. Hisaye did highly believe he was Kira, though her shinigami eyes said otherwise. For some reason, she could still see his lifespan. If only she could figure out why...that would be it.
"N-no, of course not, Hisaye! Your kicks hurt like hell!" Fumito chuckled and scratched the back of his head.

The 16 year old eyed him, and then sighed and went to sit down. She was wearing black today, it was November 4th. Her mother had always worn black on this day, and she had used to not understand. But she had eventually learned that November 4th was a bad day. Her mother wore black because it was the day her father died. Hisaye had never known her father, and had always wanted to. She did remember as a young child, though, seeing his spirit. She could've sworn it was him...

Hisaye suddenly felt someone fall against her. She growled as she realized Fumito had tripped following her.
"Fumito!" she growled and it ended like it always did, she kicked him and sent him across the room a ways and then to the floor.
"How many times are you going to try that one?"
"I tripped, I swear!" Fumito replied and rubbed where she had kicked him. "Oww that hurt..."
"It hurts every time and yet you never learn," Hisaye smirked, suddenly amused. "You're one persistent guy, Fumito."
With that, the young woman took a seat in her usual position. Her mom always told her she sat weird, like her father. Hisaye wouldn't know, but she figured her mom did.
"Time to get to work, Yazuki-san. So, stop playing around and be serious."
"Hai, Hisaye..."
His hunched over demeanor would get him many odd looks as he walked down the street in the all too familiar loose fitting white T-Shirt and baggy blue jeans. Ever since the loss of Watari at the hands of Light he had taken to doing many things on his own. No longer would he jeopardize someone else's life for his own childish personality. His head would be looking down to the sidewalk, long had he been in a state of depression ever since he had gotten Watari killed and discovered that Good-Chan had died as well. A sigh escaped his lips. He was supposed to be the great L, the detective who could solve any case. Yet in the end all he could do was watch his whole operation crumble around him.

His mind suddenly passed to the daughter that was of his blood. Would she even know what her father looked like? Had Good-Chan even told her anything of him? From the way he was he would imagine that she would keep a great many things a secret due to the secretive nature of their work life. Old habits seldom die-hard. Standing among a crowd of people who were also waiting for the light to turn green, L would scratch his left foot with his right. Even out in the streets he would not wear his shoes, he detested socks with a passion. A child would look up at him and giggle at his foot scratching. L stared down at him with his passive sleepy looking eyes, causing the child's eyes to go wide and making him hide behind his mother.

The light turned green, he would cross the street with the crowd. Hundreds ad hundreds of business men who were commuting to work walked this way every day. This had only been the second day that L had walked anywhere. Without the threat of Yagami, Light he would have no need to hide himself. The chances of running into anyone else that knew his face was only at about one percent in his mind. Soon he would come to the rotating front doors of a large hotel. This was the place she was staying in according to the information he was able to dig up on her. It was a curse, he figured that his successor would be able to put an end to Kira but it seemed that once again someone he knew would be on that case.

Walking towards the front desk he would cough and speak in a slow manner that raised an eyebrow from the clerk. "I am looking for the room number that belongs to a Miss Hisaye" he said as she looked at him curiously. "What would you need this for?" she questioned suspiciously, mostly due to how he looked. "She is expecting me" he would say which was not true, but he knew it would get the job done. He would hand over information on himself, most of it completely false to protect him. With a nod she would hand over the room number information. L quickly shuffled off towards the elevator. The ride to her floor seemed like it was taking forever.

The front doors to the elevator dinged, sliding open he would make his way out of it and head down the hall following the number on the card. Only minutes would pass until he found the proper door. Slowly a hand would reach forward and knock three times in a strange pattern. L was definitely not one to do things by ordinary means. He would wait with a slight nerve building in him. His right foot once again scratching his left. What if she didn't like him? He'd just have to wait and see.
Fumito rubbed his head, damn did her kicks hurt. Hisaye was one you didn't ever want to get kicked by. He sighed and stood up, brushing his black jacket and watching the young woman. His gold eyes couldn't help but examine her. She was a big danger to him, yet he had affection for her. Even though she so highly suspected him, and she had openly admitted this, he still held a fondness in his heart for her. It was too bad he'd have to eventually kill miss Hisaye. If would all be so much easier if she just had a name. Hisaye was a childhood alias, Fumito had learned. Like her mother, Hisaye had no official name. She had been born during the Kira case and being who she was, Good had decided to not name her. The case had gone on till she was...5? Even then her mother had not named her. Had her mother feared this very thing happening?

Hisaye was writing down information on a piece of paper. She enjoyed writing more then typing, though she did end up typing what she wrote. Hisaye and technology didn't get along too well. For some reason, technology always seemed to break or something when she tried to use it. It made Hisaye hate her computer with a passion. She swore the thing did it on purpose. As she finished writing, there was a knock on the door. Her eyes shifted lazily towards the door as she turned her head. Who could possibly be knocking on this door? It was just another day in this Kira case, randomness. It seemed there was a lot of that in this particular case. It was one full of danger and random things.

Fumito turned his head, having hit the wall right beside the door when kicked. He blinked curiously and grabbed the handle. Maybe someone had the wrong room number? Fumito didn't know if Hisaye was expecting someone or not. He looked back at her indifferent expression. Was someone else going to help them out? Well, help her out. Fumito really didn't want her to discover who he really was. He looked back at the door, great. If it were more help, it would mean more work to do. He liked it best with just the two of them! He got to spend time with Hisaye while also working as Kira behind her back. Boy would she really hate him if she found that out...He opened the door.
"Hello...?"

Her eyes watched, but Fumito blocked her view. She was across the room, after all. Hisaye couldn't see who was standing on the other side of the door. She grew anxious suddenly, but she didn't know why. Who was there? Hisaye hopped out of her seat and approached, but stopped after a few steps.
"Who is there, Yazuki-san...?"
Who could it possibly be...?
There was a thud from behind the door, which made L raise an eyebrow as he went up once more on one foot and scratched the other. Perhaps he had scared her with his knock, if she were working on the Kira case she would no doubt be jumpy. 'Way to go L' he thought to himself as he rolled his eyes. The door handle would make a clicking sound as the persons inside started to slowly crack the door to see who was standing on the other side. A young man with golden eyes would be standing on the other side to greet L, one he wondered about. Could it be that his little girl was already married or seeing someone? Not that it was really any of his business anyway. He however did not know that she was using the hotel as a base since it was fairly easy for him to find her.

"Hello...?"

The man seemed to be genuinely confused at the fact that someone had knocked on the door at all. So this definitely was the base after all, that would definitely give him clues as to why he seemed curious about a visitor. "Hello. I am looking for a Miss Hisaye." he said slowly as he moved really close to the boys face and spoke softly. "I hear she is working on the Kira case" he would say as he pulled back. This was all said in the attempt to judge his reactions. Already he was slowly being cautious of the ones around someone who was supposed to be looking for Kira. It would probably not be long before he himself was drawn into the case and once more tried to send the killer to his execution.

He would have a theory in his mind already based upon the reaction the man gave. It was all of course only just that, a theory. "I would really appreciate it if you would hurry and answer my question. If she is not here I would rather not waste my time" he said as he let his eyes drift back down to the floor to wait. So far so good, but soon he would have to figure out a way to tell her that she was his. This was all assuming that what he had found while looking Good-Chan up was correct. He dearly hoped so in some way, not that it would show on the outside in front of strangers. She would be the only little piece of Good-Chan he had left...
Hisaye's ears twitched, someone was looking to see her? Why? Eyes narrowing slightly in suspicion, Hisaye remained where she was. How did this person even know who she was? There was hardly any information worthwhile around about her. A normal person could never have found her, could they? She arched a brow and stuffed her hands in her pockets. My my, this was troublesome. She didn't hear what else he had said, her mind had drifted elsewhere. Also, him mentioning the Kira case was so quiet she wouldn't have heard anyways. Who was this guy? His voice suggested he was a guy, at least. She still couldn't see him through Fumito. Her eyes shifted towards the door again and Fumito. Who...?

His gold eyes grew slightly surprised as Hisaye was mentioned. Maybe she was meeting with him after all? He shifted his eyes towards behind him.
"Hisaye...?"
What did he want with Hisaye? Wouldn't she have told him if she was having someone over? Hm, this was all very strange to him. Fumito heard his comment on the case and his heart seemed to skip a beat. His eyes darted back to the stranger in an instant.
"The Kira case...I see..." he murmured under his breath. This person was interested in the Kira case? Fumito watched him for a moment.
"Hisaye...she's..."

Hisaye approached her mother's side in her coming forth. She was curious. She didn't feel that much of a dangerous feeling coming from him. There was actually something strange an unfamiliar she felt. It was just feelings she got, and she never trusted them. Though, she did get a wary feeling around Fumito, as if something was wrong with the kid. Actually, he wasn't really a kid to her. Hisaye was a year younger then Fumito...
"I'm here..." she spoke softly, but it was audible. "Why do you wish to see me...?"

Fumito turned slightly and looked at Hisaye, puzzled a tad. It was strange of her to want to show herself. He only half turned, so she was still rather covered up by him. He mouthed the words 'are you sure...?' to her, and she nodded. So Fumito nodded slowly, then his eyes shifted to L. He moved aside to let him in. Hisaye was no longer behind him, she stood to the side. She was not in view. She would get to see him before he saw her...
L watched the man carefully; he seemed to be surprised that someone else knew that she was working the Kira case. L would place this man under his suspicions already with a one percent chance that he was Kira, or knew of Kira's methods. This would be something he would have to share with her later once he got the real reason he came here out of the way. He needed to make sure that she was his, something that was eating at his insides since he had come back from his 'death'. He seemed to be reluctant to let him in, something L would need to congratulate him for. He was doing a great job of making sure that no one could just enter the investigation. Although there was a decent chance that he himself was Kira.

L's mind started to race when he heard the voice of Hisaye. So this was the voice of the only thing he could claim he did right during the Kira investigation. His daughter was indeed different then he thought she would be, in his mind he had a different voice placed in. Perhaps it was just because he was assuming that she would have inherited his dominate personality yet there was still a chance that it was present. "I have come to assist in the Kira case." he stated simply as he moved closer towards the door. "Please step aside." he would ask as he moved directly in front of the man. His desire to actually see her was over powering his patience.

Slowly he would walk into the Hotel room with his hands in his pockets, slightly hunched over as he let his dark eyes scan the surroundings. Nowhere in plain sight did he see her, probably something she had done purposely so that she would get to see him before he got a good look at her. If he was Kira he could have ran afterwards and would have already had a useful piece of the puzzle. L would turn slowly as if looking for her, the next move was up to her...
Her eyes stared at him, and a look of total confusion seemed to spread across her face. What were her eyes telling her? Hisaye only half looked, but what she saw made her want to shake her head. Her eyes were screwed up, she swore it. So, deciding to ignore him, Hisaye took in his looks. He seemed to look...oddly like her. For some reason, and she didn't know why, he looked oddly familiar. Had she seen this man before? Hisaye arched a brow as she tried to figure this out. She couldn't rely on her shinigami eyes, which was for sure. The name and life span it gave was just...impossible. There was just no way.
"Assist in the Kira case...?" Her voice had risen to its normal level, but there was a natural hushed tone in it. Yet there was a sense of firmness in it and leadership. "I see..."

Her hands remained stuffed in her pockets as she watched him. What made him want to assist her? Many doubted her for her gender, which annoyed her. Just because she was a female didn't mean petty female antics would distract her. How idiots could ever think such a thing...At least Fumito hadn't thought such a thing. Actually, Fumito hadn't known Hisaye was a female till he met her. It had made Hisaye chuckle when he had figured it out. Ah Fumito, what a clumsy fool. Yet he had an excellent mind and was rather willing to help her. She still swore it was because she was a girl. Her being female had given an opposite effect on him. He actually liked it. Perv.

Fumito watched warily as he stepped aside and allowed the stranger in. What was he up to? Who was he? Fumito silently shut the door behind him. Fumito still could've swore he knew him from somewhere, but who knew? He moved and stood beside the couch, which wasn't far from Hisaye or the stranger. His gold eyes shifted between the two and he frowned.
These two...look similar. What's going on?

"What's your name?" Hisaye asked, hands remaining in her pockets. "And what made you want to help us out? Also, how'd you manage to even find me based on my alias?"
He was some guy to have been able to find anything on her. She was truly curious, and it was laced in her voice. Yet she was determined to get these answered for other reasons. Hisaye always had at least two reasons...