AN: I hopefuly won't be making many of these, but I felt I had to apologize. I haven't updated this story because stuff happened, and I was very horrible in making you guys wait for it. I sincerely apologize and hope you enjoy this next chapter. Thank you to Jorus C'baoth and Mychele O'Carrik of Clonmel for reviewing. I did fix that gramatical error, so thank you. Please continue to read and review.

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Chapter 2: It's Not Your Fault

Fujimaru would be lying if he said he wasn't a little surprised. He had expected them to pull off a stunt like this, but he hadn't expected it so soon. It was obvious that it wasn't Third-i that had done the job, which meant it was probably that team L had put together. They were definitely getting their butts in gear with Kira's recent actions.

He smirked towards the camera and slowly flipped it off. That ought to get the police riled up. He then pulled the tiny camera off the wall and smashed it with his foot. This had been the last of a few dozen cameras and microphones hidden throughout the house. While they had been hidden rather well, they were no match for his security program. Honestly, if they knew who he was, they would not have tried bugging his room, or his computer. He was definitely mad about that. At least it wasn't his laptop, which he had taken with him to the internet cafe.

It was only half an hour before Haruka's dialysis session ended, but knowing her, it would take at least an hour to get home due to the time spent shopping. But now that he had probably pissed off Third-i and L's team, he had to get out of there. While the detective himself may not have cared that he flipped them off, the team would definitely be angry. People did have honor issues and from his experience, police were some of those people. While he was planning to contact L about some issues with Kira, he needed to try something out first. So, before police came to arrest him, he needed to hide.

Fujimaru searched through his closet, coming up with an old sports bag. He began haphazardly throwing in clothes and other things he would need, notebooks, flash drives, and several computer games. Well, he may not need the games, but you never know. He made sure that his prized laptop was safe inside his computer bag, along with two flash drives.

Finally, he called the first number on his contact list, stepping outside of his house for what could be the last time in a while. He was definitely going to be on the run for awhile, at least until they caught him. The call went straight to voicemail.

"This is Otoya Kujo. If I am not available, please leave a message and I will return your call immediately."

Fujimaru left a message, running towards the park. He cursed himself for not remembering. Kujo would be in archery practice, and he never had his phone with him during that time. Honestly, he couldn't have waited to destroy the cameras until after Kujo was done? Aoi was right, he didn't think before he did something.

Aoi. Fujimaru stopped, thinking. Could he sneak over to her house? He might be able to give her the flash drive and she could get it to Kujo. He shook his head. Stupid idea. It was way too risky, and she might find out about his secret. She would definitely wear his ear out for not telling her. Besides, the less people who knew his secret, the better. It was bad enough Third-I knew about it. Kujo, he could trust with his life, but there were always spies in the police system.

Fujimaru felt a headache coming. He was running out of time and options. He hasn't planned for this, and now he had screwed his original plan. He was so pissed at himself he almost missed the faint buzzing of his phone.

He quickly answered it. "Kujo?"

"Fujimaru, what's going on?"

"I need your help. Are you at the park yet?"

"Almost there. Why?"

"Hurry up. This is serious."

"Oi Fujimaru! What's going on?" Kujo sounded worried.

"I'll tell you when you get there." In the distance, rapidly approaching, Fujimaru could hear sirens. "I gotta go."

"Fujimaru-!"

Fujimaru closed his phone and took the shortcut to the park, avoiding any main streets or sirens. They may not have been for him but why take the chance?


By the time Kujo arrived, Fujimaru was very paranoid. He jumped when Kujo tapped his shoulder, but relaxed when he saw it was his best friend.

"Fujimaru, what's going on? First you call me in the middle of practice, and now you're acting like this. You haven't been this way since..."

He trailed off, not wanting to bring up any memories. Fujimaru finished for him. "Since a year ago, right? Why did you have your phone anyways?"

"Because of last year. You still haven't answered my question."

Fujimaru sighed. "You've kept up to date with all the Kira activity, right?"

Kujo rolled his eyes. "It's hard to ignore. Kira-sama this, Kira-sama that. Makes me wish Falcon would do something."

"Believe me, he would. Unfortunately, Kira has ruined everything."

Now Kujo was more intrigued. Fujimaru never let anything get in his way, not even his father. If Kujo didn't know better, Fujimaru hacked more after the incident, just to get his father's attention. But what could stop Falcon from hacking if not his own father? "Fujimaru, what has Kira done?"

Fujimaru reached into his computer bag and pulled out a folder, which he handed to his friend. Kujo shot him a questioning glance and began to look through the papers while Fujimaru drew invisible patterns with his shoe.

When he was finished, Kujo looked at Fujimaru, eyes wide. "Fujimaru... This-"

"It's a chart of the people Kira murdered, the dates they were murdered, how they were killed, any crimes committed, and who sent them to jail. He's killed almost all of the people Falcon exposed. Kujo, jail is not enough for this bastard. He wants them all dead." Fujimaru's voice was sharp, and there was a barely concealed anger.

Kujo suppressed the urge to hit something. This bastard was playing "God" and going on mass-murder sprees. As much as Fujimaru wanted to do something, he couldn't, not without Kira killing the person, which would make Falcon and Kira look like partners.

"Look here." Fujimaru pointed out a specific date. "I found this man had been molesting and raping teen girls at a high school in Britain. I exposed him, and as soon as his crimes hit the news on the web, he was killed. Heart attack."

As soon as he figured out what Fujimaru was thinking, Kujo slapped him on the head. "Aho! Stop being such an idiot!"

Fujimaru frowned. "What do you mean?" he asked, confused.

Kujo sighed in exasperation. "I know you well enough to see what goes on in your head, unfortunately. You think that this is your fault. That people are dying because of your exposures and that maybe, Kira was inspired by you and decided to up the bar."

Fujimaru looked away and said nothing. Kujjo sighed again. "Fujimaru-"

"I know."

Kujo blinked, surprised. "What?"

Fujimaru smirked at Kujo. "I'm not a complete idiot, you know. So you can save the lecture. I'll probably need it later. The reason I called you out here is this."

He held out an ordinary black flash drive which Kujo took. "What's this?" he asked, examining it.

"I need you to plug this into your laptop at home. The program on it will allow me to update you on recent events that are happening, and has a messaging system so you can help me out."

Kujo pocketed the drive and nodded solemnly. "Alright. Anything else?"

Fujimaru had that familiar shit-eating grin on his face. "Make sure the cops don't find out."

"Cops?!"

Fujimaru looked around shiftily. "I may or may not have destroyed the cameras that were being used to spy on me and Haruka inside my house."

Kujo groaned. Why was his best friend so desperate to find some way to get into trouble? "You better not get into too much trouble," he warned.

Fujimaru's grin widened. "I only flipped them off once or twice." He stood and stretched before grabbing his bag. "I should head off. I'm going to try and make it to Harajuku, maybe hide out in an internet café.There's one more thing I want to try before meeting with L. You should get home, and remember. Lie your ass off if anyone asks."

Kujo smirked. "Tell Falcon to kick Kira's ass."

Fujimaru waved and began walking off. Kujo started off in the other direction. It felt strange walking away like that. It was almost as if he knew he wasn't going to see Fujimaru for months. As he exited the park, he heard the screech of wheels and turned.

Two black cars were racing on the other side of the park, chasing a boy as he sprinted, trying to get away. Kujo shook his head and laughed.