Sukiro felt her face turn completely red and her stomach turn. Her hand was still on Ryuzaki's chest, but his heart wasn't beating nearly as fast as hers.

"Am I making you uncomfortable, Sukiro?" Ryuzaki asked. Yuuko, meanwhile, stood behind them and was only containing herself from writing down Ryuzaki's name on her own death note.

For a split second, a strange impulse crossed Sukiro's mind, a thought that wasn't supposed to even exist in her head. Her eyes ventured down from Ryuzaki's dark eyes to his lips, and she felt her cheeks warm up even more. To this, Ryuzaki immediately released Sukiro's wrist and stepped back. Just then, Sukiro's mother knocked and opened the door.

"How are you two doing?" Her mother asked a little too enthusiastically. Sukiro, on the other side, was nearly breathless.

"I hope you like chocolate cake, Ryuzaki. I found some left in the kitchen. Sukiro doesn't like it, so if you want more just let me know." She then proceeded to place the two cups of tea and the chocolate cake on Sukiro's desk, where Ryuzaki eyed it tentatively.

"I very much like chocolate cake, thank you," He mumbled as he picked up his plate.

"I don't want the door locked," Sukiro's mother said, addressing Sukiro. She rolled her eyes, when would she ever want to lock her door with Ryuzaki inside? If anything, she felt like running away at that moment.

When Sukiro's mother was gone, Sukiro couldn't help feel embarrassed of her actions. She diverted her eyes from Ryuzaki, who gladly took his time on eating the chocolate cake. All the while, however, she stayed put where she stood in front of her bookshelf, instinctively protecting it from Ryuzaki.

"Would you drop it and tell me why you're really here? It's getting on my nerves."

"Me being here is getting on your nerves? I wonder why?"

"Would you answer my question?" She pushed. She was tired of playing cat and mouse with him. If only for once, Sukiro wanted Ryuzaki to be clear with her. She knew he suspected her of being the Third Kira, that was no novelty, but what was his intention of following her to her house? It took no genius to know he was not going to get a confession from her, and he had to be smart enough to know that evidence of the killings wouldn't be standing visibly all over her house. He had another purpose, and she wanted to beat it out of him. If only she could.

"I wanted to make sure you arrived safely to your house," He said simply, surprising Sukiro. "You see, I'm not the only one who followed you home."

This took her back even more. "What do you mean?"

"Well, unlike me, he didn't go as far as following you into your house, but I'm certainly not the only one who knows where you live now."

Sukiro suddenly understood who Ryuzaki was talking about. That guy, Usui. Of course a guy like him wouldn't simply leave with his arms crossed. It was his masculine pride he wouldn't allow to crumble.

"I'm not afraid of him," Sukiro decided, although not even she was completely convinced by her statement. "And that gives you no reason to follow me."

"I suppose you're right," Ryuzaki took another piece of cake to his mouth. "I guess that was not my only reason. I also wanted wanted to ask you to seriously consider our invitation for you to join the task force against Kira. When Light mentioned it, it occured to me you could be of real help to us. Besides, if you're not in any way connected to Kira, I don't see why you would decline."

"I'm sure Kira wouldn't decline either," Sukiro pointed out.

"You're right," Ryuzaki took a sip of his tea. He then proceeded to add five spoonfuls of sugar and took another sip, this time seeming more satisfied by its taste. "However, the Third Kira might."

"What do you mean?"

"You see, the Third Kira is in no way similar to the original Kira. As a matter of fact, she's not like the Second Kira, either. And it is very likely that she would much rather stay away from anything that had to do with the pursue of Kira than participate in any investigation. She's also very likely to run away when confronted by a detective."

"What brings you to deducing this, if I may ask? And what make you think the Third Kira is a she?" Sukiro couldn't believe how accurate Ryuzaki's analysis was. He had practically busted her.

"Oh I'm certain the Third Kira is a woman. It doesn't take much to know that, all you have to do is look into her victims and you would know its more likely for it to be a her than a him. Actually, I'm not only certain it's a woman, but also that it's a woman around her 18-20 years of age, only in her first year of university. And I'm able to deduce her actions based on her victims, also. You see, unlike the other two Kiras, this Kira has attempted to avoid attracting attention to its murders. If anything, she has just begun attempting to hide them even more than before, by killing people outside her circle of people. Celebrities, petty criminals outside Japan, political figures... And right when we just began suspecting her of being a student at Ta-Ho University."

"I see," Sukiro looked down, "And you realize you have also described my personality, which is why you suspect me." This wasn't a question. Sukiro knew exactly that her personality perfectly matched that of the Third Kira. Ryuzaki had also been correct in his analysis. Well, mostly correct. The only thing he hadn't realized was that her intention wasn't to divert attention from herself. Her victims were people she really wanted dead. They might appear like unimportant people to everyone else and thus attract confusion to why they were being murdered, but to Sukiro the reason was more than evident. The fact that they were unimportant was the very reason why she killed them. They were unimportant and yet they were conceited and egocentric. And when it came to celebrities and corrupt political figures, Sukiro also thought of them as useless. Their existence brought nothing good to the world, and thus the had to cease existing. And as long as Sukiro had the death note, she would make sure every last one of them would be erased from the face of the earth. They could continue with their dull existences in hell or wherever it was they were bound to end up.

"Correct," Ryuzaki said. "Although to be honest, I hope I'm wrong in suspecting you. You see, I'm begining to like you. You're quite an interesting person."

Sukiro blushed and looked away. "I think I would rather have you suspect me that like me," she said, although she couldn't keep the smile from reaching her lips.

"I don't have compassion for criminals, however," Sukiro looked at Ryuzaki as he turned to the door with an empty plate and cup in his hands. "Please consider our invitation. I'll be leaving now, your mother won't be happy if I stay longer."

"Ryuzaki?" Sukiro called just as he opened the door.

"Yes?"

"Thank you for what you did today," She said, looking down.

"Oh, right. You are welcome."

When he left and closed the door behind him, Sukiro collapsed on her bed. What a mess she had gotten herself into.

"Don't tell me you'll stop writing on the death note now that you like him, will you?" Yuuko asked, looking worried. If there was something she hated was human emotions and their ability to change people.

Sukiro, however, responded with a smile.

"Quite the opposite Yuuko," she said, sitting back up. "If anything, i'm more motivated than ever."