So I'm back on time this week with a chapter that I am much happier with. You would not believe the fun I had writing this chapter, and I hope that you guys will be happy with it too- all that time I had this week kind of paid off.

Thank you to Fairwaters who reviewed this week. I think you enjoyed the chapter far more than I did but I'm glad that you are enjoying the character of Mitsu. I am too.

So moving on to the chapter, please enjoy.

Soichiro stared at the boy in front of him, wondering not for the first time, whether L was in his right mind. The boy that had arrived was nothing like what he had expected. Both L and Mitsu had been rather quiet on the subject of their joining member from the States. The most he had been told was that he was an old friend from Wammy's House, the orphanage they had grown up in and had something to do with the mysterious figure of A that Mitsu still refused to talk about. L had said nothing on the subject, leaving Soichiro to wonder what exactly the pair were hiding and how it affected this case. Some part of Soichiro wanted to ask, but another part was too afraid of the consequences and what it might reveal about not only L, but also himself and his son.

He turned his gaze on the woman that had arrived with him, who Mitsu had introduced as Dr Collins, keeping one eye on the prowling figure pawing through the fridge for god knows what. She was not the tallest of people, standing at perhaps five foot three, mousy brown hair tied back in a practical ponytail and glasses kept on the top of her head unless she was reading something. Currently, she was scribbling side-notes down on the reports that L had set in front of her, completely at ease with the others in the room.

"Mr Yagami, this is Dr Johanna Collins. Dr Collins this is Chief Detective Soichiro Yagami of the NPA. He's also the father of Raito Yagami, the person I would like you to examine," Mitsu said politely from her perch on the arm of one of the sofas. She had been talking in earnest with the new boy when Soichiro had walked in, but the moment he and Matsuda entered, he had frozen up, red eyes darting around their faces and above their heads, muscles tense. Soichiro had backed up slightly but Matsuda merely walked calmly into the room and set himself down at one of the computers, rifling through some loose pages and booting it up as if this were completely normal to come in everyday to find suspicious characters in the control room. L had barely reacted other than to give him an approving nod, one eye fixed on the newcomer, the other on the computer screen in front of him, reading through some news report or the other. Soichiro was no longer sure what exactly L was researching, but he knew that it would either pertain to the Kira case or some other case set aside for his other aliases of Eraldo Coil or Deneuve.

"Hello Mr Yagami," Dr Collins said, her voice soft as she looked up from the notes and gave him a warm smile. Soichiro wondered if she had any children of her own and used this very smile to put them at ease. She then turned to Mitsu and asked, rather offhandedly, "Do you have any jam?"

"Yes, it's in the cupboards rather than the fridge as it's all unopened," she said, suddenly turning to the boy and stating, "And on that note, you're limited to a jar a day."

"Excuse me?" The boy had appeared from the other side of the fridge door, eyes narrowed.

"I refuse to clear up constant jam stains off the floor. It's bad enough with all the mud, I don't need people thinking we have some kind of axe murderer in the house," she said smirking. He raised an eyebrow.

"Bit late for that isn't it?"

"Have you killed anyone with an axe?" she asked sweetly. The boy thought on that a moment.

"I threw one at Dr Harrison's head once."

"Did he die?"

"No," the boy said and frowned. "Unfortunately." Both L and Mitsu seemed to simultaneously roll their eyes at this and Dr Collins shook her head.

"One jar a day. It's more than you have at the hospital," she said, voice clipped in professional tones. "And you can clean up your own stains." Something darkened in the boy's eyes and Soichiro had a brief moment to regret not bringing his gun when L intervened.

"There's no one here to clean up after us except ourselves. If you're well enough to undo a jam jar, you're well enough to clear up the stains left behind," L stated firmly. The boy pouted, but instead went through a doorway to the side that Soichiro knew led to the kitchen and disappeared.

"Sorry about that," Dr Collins said pleasantly, as though nothing out of the usual had happened. "Sometimes B can be a bit of a handful."

"What's wrong with him?" Soichiro asked, too unnerved to realise that he was being rude. Dr Collins didn't seem to mind, setting the notes aside, to where Soichiro could see that it was some kind of profile on Raito. He would have said something, if he hadn't already agreed with Mitsu to allow her to give Raito a session, if only to dispel any lingering doubts about Raito's being Kira. That nagging sensation in the back of his mind had only gotten stronger in the past few days, and now he was nervously waiting for Raito to arrive not too long from now. L didn't particularly care what time they turned up and so he had told Raito to arrive after himself and Matsuda, so as to give L some warning beforehand. Again, he wasn't entirely too sure why he had done that either.

"I'm afraid that that would be a breach of doctor-patient confidentiality to tell you," she replied. "But be assured, he's well enough not to harm any of you at the moment."

"Is he going to help us with the case?" Matsuda asked. Dr Collins turned to look at him, then L.

"I would assume so," she said. "I'm afraid I never got your name sir?"

"Oh!" Matsuda blushed, "I'm Matsuda. Matsuda Touta." He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly at having not introducing himself sooner. Dr Collins merely smiled, something she seemed to be good at. There was something unnerving about that smile, something that said she spent more time than was necessary analysing your movements. Then again, he supposed that was what made her good at her job.

"However, I am glad that you got here before your son Mr Yagami," Dr Collins said, turning away from Matsuda and changing the topic so bluntly that Soichiro knew she would not put up with the prior subject being broached any further. "I have some questions for you." Soichiro nodded and sat down opposite her, trying to calm his mind. The room was quiet, almost silent except for the sound of L and Matsuda softly tapping away at their respective keyboards. Surprisingly, L had no sign of any sweets in front of him and Mitsu seemed perfectly content to sit and watch this conference.

"Of course, go ahead," he said, indicating that he was as ready as he was ever going to be.

"I must warn you Mr Yagami, that some of these questions may be hard for you," she said bluntly, although not without some semblance of pity. "If you don't wish to answer them, I cannot force you, but it would help with the upcoming session with Raito." Soichiro frowned at that. She had notes from L on Raito, what on earth did she need him for? But he wasn't one to question a professional at their job, and if she could clearly care for someone as… troubled as the boy in the kitchen, she would be good enough to be clear on Raito's profiling. "I know you're wondering what this is all about," Dr Collins continued, surprising Soichiro, "but there are some events that I would like to go over that are not entirely clear in these notes, or omitted completely. I assume this is because certain events occurred causing them to not be updated for the past three months and I would like some extra background to them that can be obtained through someone closer to him than at best, a friend." Soichiro sat in amazement, not only at her expert way of stepping around the issue of L's comatose state and amnesia, but also the way that she seemed to implicate that this information was crucial somehow.

"If you believe that this is necessary," he said carefully, suddenly numb and tired at the same time, dreading the day's outcome, "perhaps we should begin." Dr Collins nodded, noted something down on a notepad that was sat next to her before flipping to a different page, one with notes already on it, and began.

"Tell me, throughout this investigation, what have you noted about Raito's attitude towards this case?" Soichiro thought on that a moment. At the beginning, Raito had been insistent on joining, although had taken a break after his own stress-induced heart attack. And then there had been his imprisonment, being chained to L and the incident with Higuchi and the Shinigami… all of which Raito had taken particularly well, just as he had expected from his son. But he had to admit, that something seemed to shift after that, a strange atmosphere starting to pervade through the case, one that only increased after L's near death experience.

"Raito has always been dedicated to the case," Soichiro started, trying to think through all of what she might be asking for. "After the… incident… he moved out of our house and moved into an apartment with his girlfriend, Misa Amane."

"Did his attitude change any time before that? Did he ever seem to act slightly differently before or after any such incidences?" Dr Collins asked, heedless of how awkward Soichiro felt discussing this in front of L. There was a small part of him that felt like this was more of an interrogation than a brief Q&A session about his son.

"Not that I have noticed. Other than a growth in intensity to discover Kira's true identity after it," Soichiro answered, for some reason feeling unsatisfied with that answer. It tasted sour, as if he were lying somehow but it was true. He hadn't but if there had been one in those cells, he had been locked away from him, unable to watch, unable to bear what he had allowed L to put his son through, his smiling happy little boy. But no matter what, it still felt like a lie. Dr Collins' face was soft but she merely wrote down a few more notes before moving on to the next question.

"I've noted here, in these notes, that your son has a strong sense of justice. Has he always had that?" Soichiro squirmed slightly but felt happy enough to answer this one. Raito had always been insistent about justice and fairness, even when he was small.

"Yes. Although that was probably something that he picked up from me," he said, for some reason feeling defensive. Dr Collins jotted down a few more notes, not looking up.

"I wasn't criticising your parenting Mr Yagami. Many children of law enforcers have an affinity towards what is fair or not." She finally looked up, as if reading his face. Mitsu was quiet, also watching him but not interrupting. He got the feeling that this was all something she could have told him herself, but knew that he wouldn't believe it unless it was coming from the mouth of a proven professional- although she had never said anything to the contrary of her own qualifications. "Speaking of children. You have a daughter do you not?"

"Yes," he said curtly. "I believe those were in your notes." He would have said more but at that moment, the boy walked back into the room, one hand holding a half-empty jam jar, the other fishing jam out of it. Soichiro was too shocked at this to continue, but Dr Collins just ignored him. The boy settled on another one of the seats, crouched on it not unlike how L had before the coma, one hand scooping jam out of the jar, tongue flicking out to lick it away. His red eyes were set to staring at something above his head. Soichiro was about to open his mouth and ask if Dr Collins could remove him when she asked him another question.

"How is Raito's relationship with his sister? As strong as it was when they were children?"

"I-I'm not sure," Soichiro said, unnerved by the boy's presence. "He used to help her out with her studies a lot when he was still at school, but he's normally too busy to come home and see her and his mother nowadays." Dr Collins' face was a mask but he got the feeling that she didn't believe him. The boy made no attempt to disguise his contempt that this statement, curling up his lip, jam smeared across it, looking an awful lot like blood. Soichiro tried to shake that thought away but couldn't. Dr Collins seemed able to sense his unease however and merely nodded, writing up some final notes before putting them to one side.

"Thank you Mr Yagami, you've been very helpful," she said quietly. The she turned her gaze on the boy, one eyebrow raised, handing her notes to Mitsu for her to look through. She seemed to skim read them, nodding and handing them back once she was finished. She then stood up and snatched the jar out of the boy's hand.

"Hey, give that back!" the boy shouted. "I need that!"

"I think you've had enough for one sitting," Mitsu said pointedly, a smile forming on her lips. The boy rolled his eyes, hands coming to his throat in fake gargling noises. Dr Collins looked up for a brief moment, leaving Soichiro to wonder if the boy had suicidal tendencies, before disregarding the pair and returning to her notes. There was the faint sound of a buzz, but the commotion where Soichiro was made it impossible to concentrate on anything else.

"Everything… going dark…" the boy moaned dramatically, flopping off the chair onto the floor. "Need… jam…"

"You can have some for high tea. We'll have scones and cream and tea," Mitsu teased, for that was what this was Soichiro realised, although in far too a realistic manner than he would have preferred. The boy didn't react so much as to let out a single breath and becoming so still, Soichiro wondered if he truly had expired. Mitsu merely rolled her eyes and placed the jam jar on the table just as the doors to the room opened to allow Raito into the room.

Raito stared around at what was once the command centre of the Kira investigation in shock. The room was no longer the bare, minimalist work space that suited both himself and L, but a complete and utter wreck. Lining one wall were boards set up with notes tacked on to them and pictures, some of which were so graphic that Raito quickly looked away, more papers were overflowing on the line of computer screens and the coffee table with no semblance of order, an artist's easel had been set up in one corner and there seemed to be three L's in the room. It took his shocked mind a moment to realise that actually, L was sitting at the monitors with Matsuda, while the one on the floor was actually a boy of the same age and the one stood next to the sofa where a rather professional looking woman sat was a girl. His father was staring down at the floor, where the boy was lying, and Raito found himself thinking that someone must have just died in the room.

"What happened?" he asked, too shocked to come up with anything more coherent. The girl glanced up at him then around the room.

"We decided to redecorate," she said blankly. "Minimalist décor was boring." There was a quiet snort from the floor.

"Is… Is he ok?" Raito asked, realising that the boy on the floor was not dead, just doing a good impression of being so. The boy cracked open one eye, causing Raito to take a step back at the shocking brilliant crimson that his eyes were.

"I'm a corpse," he said simply, before shutting his eye again. The girl glanced down.

"Corpses don't talk."

"This one does."

"That would make you a zombie."

"You're in Japan. Apparently here, they're called Shinigami." Raito blanched while L just looked as if he were containing a smile. The woman on the couch had no such problem, sniggering quietly under her breath.

"Hello again, Raito-kun," L said as he got up from his chair. He was still not dressed in white as Raito was used to- today he was wearing a blue t-shirt and jeans, hair looking as if it had actually seen a brush, despite the fact that it was still not styled. The bags under his eyes seemed lighter and he wasn't quite as pale as Raito remembered him. "Ignore B, he's suffering from jam overdose." Raito had no idea as to how to answer that, instead fixing his attention on the girl he had mistaken as L. She was tall and slim, slightly shorter than L when standing upright, and shared the same odd features- thick black hair, pointed face, pale skin and large dark grey eyes that seemed black. She was staring at him with an intensity no less than L's. Raito realised that she must have been the girl who had been following them, making her the mysterious Mitsu. In the aftermath of everything that had happened he had briefly forgotten that she had existed.

"Who are your friends?" Raito asked, recovering his outer composure. It was only now that he realised that everyone was looking at him, the two women the most intently, as if waiting to see what he would do. This is nothing like what I expected this meeting to be about Raito thought, wondering what was going on. At first he had been elated (through that damn voice again) to be seeing Ryuzaki, to have been invited back to headquarters, and planned to use this to his greatest advantage. Then he had been apprehensive about why he had had to wait- clearly the new arrivals were what he had been waiting for- and figured that something about the Kira case had come up, something that only he and L together could work out. Meeting a near carbon copy of L and a clearly mentally challenged boy was not what he had envisioned.

"This is B. He was living in America before this and this is Dr Collins, his psychiatrist," L said, gesturing first to the 'corpse' on the ground, and then to the professional-looking woman sat on one of the sofas amongst all the paperwork. Raito supposed that anyone who believed that they were a corpse would need constant supervision and dismissed her with a simple polite nod. The woman narrowed her eyes and jotted something down on the notepad on her lap. "And this is Mitsu. I'm sure you remember her," L said, one hand landing on her shoulder. Something in his tone reminded Raito of those days he used to take Sayu to school for some reason. Almost the sense of she's my sister, back off, although Raito didn't know for sure whether they were related.

"It's nice to meet you face-to-face," Raito said politely, holding out his hand. The girl- Mitsu- just looked at it coldly.

"I don't shake hands with serial killers," she stated. The boy on the ground glanced up at her and, despite the fact that she could only have seen him out of the corner of her eye, rolled her eyes. "You don't count." Gratified, he went back to being a corpse on the ground. For once, feeling slightly out of his depth, Raito turned instead to something he could rely on to be rational. L was merely watching the brief exchange with abstract curiosity, as if he had heard it all before. Letting a slight nervous cough pass through his lips he retracted his hand, allowing L to see the question in his eyes while his father stood.

"Mitsu, I must remind you that nothing has been proven yet," his father said firmly, looking disapproving. This didn't seem to have any impact on Mitsu however as she merely turned to the table and picked up a sketchbook and pencil. He seemed to sigh and greeted his son as one should properly be greeted.

"Could someone please explain to me what it going on?" Raito asked once the pleasantries were done with. Neither B nor Mitsu looked as if they would give up the information willingly and L was still looking at him with that hint of protectiveness. What did I do? He wondered.

Isn't it obvious? He wants to protect his little sister from us said that voice, the one he just could not get rid of.

We don't know that they are related for sure he snapped at it.

And who would she be otherwise? It asked, crossing its arms. It seemed cranky today, as if it had gotten as little sleep last night as he had. Oh, wait, it would have. Deciding that it would be too much effort to argue with it, he merely looked to his father to provide the answer.

"Raito," his father started, seeming nervous, which only made that feeling of apprehension grow in the back of his mind, "L and I have come to an agreement. With your permission, we would like you to have a session with Dr Collins here, to prove or disprove the theory that you are Kira." Raito blinked, wondering if this could finally be his chance to throw L off once and for all. If a qualified psychiatrist (and she would have to be qualified to deal with the train wreck on the floor) could tell L that he had nothing in common with Kira, which would be the aura he would put across, he would be announced as innocent as he could be in L's books and the man, amnesia or not, would begin to look elsewhere for suspects, allowing Kira to grow in the background. It was as if the perfect plan had just dropped into his lap and he gave his father a small smile.

"If it will prove my innocence once and for all," he said, "I would be happy to consent." His father gave him an approving smile as the woman, now introduced as Dr Collins, stood with a smile.

"Wonderful. It would be best if we started now, don't you think?" she said politely gesturing towards the doors. "There's a room just down here that we can use."

"Good luck Raito," Matsuda called from the other side of the room, putting Raito's teeth on edge. He didn't need luck- he was a god and gods made their own luck through power and skill.

Dr Collins led him out of the room and down the corridor to the lift. Wondering which room she had decided to use, he merely followed her, wanting to put out the feeling that he was calm, collected and innocent. After all, he had been able to charm practically everyone he knew into making them believe that he wasn't Kira, despite certain pieces of evidence that he had had to work hard to make go away.

Not everybody believed us the other half pointed out. L never did. He was always convinced that we were Kira and he knows it even now, without his memories.

He's been influenced by the wrong people. I can make this work- all I have to do is charm this woman like I have Misa and Takada and he will be forced by the others to stop looking at me as if I am Kira. It was a satisfying thought but the other half didn't seem convinced.

She's a professional psychiatrist. She's trained to spot lies.

Not mine. She may be a professional but no one is good enough to see the real me.

L did. Raito would have ground his teeth at the thing, especially when it decided to continue. L saw you better than you see yourself.

L knows nothing about me! He thought back savagely, glancing to the side to notice that Dr Collins was leading him out of the elevator. They were on the tenth floor and Raito suddenly felt apprehensive about which room she had decided to pick. The other half just sniffed, turning its back to him.

Then what am I, if you truly know everything about yourself? Dr Collins opened a door, a rather familiar door from the past few days and he had to stop himself from physically coming to a halt. It was the same room that he had met L once again, all those days ago when, once again, L had thrown him so brilliantly that even his father had noticed. Why this damn room?! He didn't say anything though, just smiled politely back at the woman and thanked her as he walked through the open door. Dr Collins, oblivious to his inner turmoil, shut the door and settled herself on the covered couch on one side of the coffee table, the TV now off and no longer playing any kind of static. Raito wondered if L and his disturbing entourage were watching.

"Please, make yourself comfortable," she said, smiling at him as she set up her notepad and pen just the way she wanted, gesturing him to sit opposite her. Deciding that that would be for the best in this situation he carefully brushed away any dust particles that had built up before sitting on the offered seat. Dr Collins made a brief note on her page before turning to a fresh one and smiling.

"So, shall we begin?"

I don't know whether that was creative or cruel to leave you hanging on this point but there you go. I loved writing Raito in this chapter, not so much later on, just at the beginning where I can imagine him just standing there like 'what the...?'. Yes, he is slightly OOC, but I'm putting him in situations he wouldn't expect to have to be in with L, which makes it both really interesting and really hard to write him at times, but there you go. As for B... well I've taken liberties with him in the sense that during most of the time that you see him in any written form, he is acting like L or insane, so if he seems off to you, hopefully the next chapter or so will fix that for you. I just wanted to have some lighter moments in this when it all suddenly got rather dark.

Hopefully, you have enjoyed this chapter and I will see you next week with part 2! Although as a side note, I was wondering if anyone wanted me to name the chapters in this rather than it just being Chapter 1, Chapter 2 etc. Please let me know what you think and leave a review or comment. Thank you!