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LUL so please read chapter one to know what the hell is going on… it'll make things easier for you and for me 3
"Who are you're suspects?" Hitomi asked Near.
"Light Yagami." Near responded nonchalantly, not looking up from the dice city he was making.
"Only? Dayum, no wonder it's taken you guys so long," The brunette responded, not really believing what she was hearing. "Any evidence?"
"The original L thought that Light was Kira because the Yagami household was too innocent, Light also was the only one that L revealed he was L too, and shortly after, L discovered a notebook entitled 'Death Note' that he believed belonged to Light himself, thus proving that Kira kills with a notebook. And shortly after, L was mysteriously killed." Near responded quickly.
"I could've sworn there was more evidence than that," Hitomi rolled her emerald eyes.
"There is," the white-haired boy said, as if he was disgusted. "But I don't really trust you enough to share it with you. For all I know, you could be working with Kira, not against him."
"I'm not working with Kira!" The brunette said 'Kira' the same way a supermodel would say 'carbs'.
"How can I trust you?" Near smirked, raising one eyebrow. "You could have tiny cameras and microphones set up or pinned on your clothes, so Kira could be seeing and listening everything being said."
"If that was true, WHICH IT'S NOT," the girl began. "Then you'd be dead because he would be able to see your face."
"Please. I know that you're smarter than that!" Near rolled his eyes. "I should say, Kira is smarter than that, to know that if I were to die the second day you began working here, it'd confirm that you're an accomplice to Kira, and we'd have to trace the cameras to the computer it's feeding the information to."
"Impressive." Hitomi smirked. "So how am I gonna gain your trust?"
Near hesitated at first, inhaling a breath, and said it. "Strip search."
Hitomi's eyes widened, getting wider… angrier… naughtier? "A strip search?!"
"Yes. It's quite simple, actually. We'll just have to examine your clothes, than your body, then the insides of the clothes." Near stated, nodding.
"EXAMINE MY BODY?!" Hitomi just about screamed. "I understand you grew up isolated from females, but what do you think I am? Some type of slut? I'm not Tila Tequila."
"Who?"
"Never mind her," Hitomi rolled her eyes. "No strip search!"
"So you admit it," Near smirked.
"Admit what?" Hitomi spat, putting her hands on her hips.
"That you are working with Kira."
"I am not!"
"I can't trust you unless we do the strip search."
Hitomi stamped her foot, her face growing red from embarrassment and anger.
"Did you seriously just stamp your foot?" Matsuda looked surprised.
"Yes, Matsuda, I did." Hitomi said through her teeth. "Girls tend to do that when they get angry."
"Oh."
Hitomi took off her tank-top first, exposing a red lace bra. She looked wearily at Near as she started to pull down her pyjama pants…
"She has a beautiful face and sexy body…" Near thought. "Wait, this isn't right. It's making me look like some type of pervert!"
"Stop, okay, okay, stop." Near said when Hitomi was about to move onto her bra. "To make it fair, I'll have my FEMALE investigators examine you in a different room."
"Oh THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!" Hitomi yelled happily, skipping over to Near. She wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him and kissing him on the cheek. She only stopped when she noticed his face going blue from lack of air. "Oh, sorry!"
She picked up her clothes, skipping after two female investigators, Mika Satarashi and Machi Nirokyama. Before shutting the door behind her, she playfully stuck her tongue out at Near.
Near blushed a light pink, followed by a dog-whistle from Matsuda. He instantly glared at the black-haired investigator.
"So, Near's pretty cute, right?" Hitomi said to a blonde investigator, Machi.
"Turn." Mika, the investigator examining Hitomi's body for cameras or microphones, said to Hitomi.
The brunette did as told.
"I can't really answer that," Machi replied, not looking up from examining Hitomi's clothes.
"Why?" Hitomi turned her head to look at Machi curiously.
"Because, I'm 27, he's fourteen, I'm married, and I have a little 4 year old girl at home." Machi replied.
"Oh…" Hitomi said. "Ooo you have a daughter! Can I see?"
"First it has to be confirmed that you aren't assisting Kira."
"Oh come on!" Hitomi said, frustrated. "Even if I was Kira or whatever, only a heartless person would kill a baby!"
"Sorry, but this is for the sake of my daughter."
"Ugh! Fine," Hitomi rolled her eyes. "But what do you think of Near?"
"I think he's a brilliant young man who has odd colored hair and really needs to get out more." Machi said, speaking the truth.
"Yeah, that's true. He's purty smart, what 14 year old has fricken' white hair and he hasn't gotten out much if he's been isolated from the female persuasion." Hitomi smiled lightly.
"Body's clear." Mika called out, handing Hitomi a towel to wrap around herself. "Done with the clothes yet?"
"Yeah, just finished." Machi replied. "All clear."
"Yay!" Hitomi said, quickly putting back on her pyjamas.
As the three walked out of the room, Hitomi turned to Machi. "Can I see your daughter now? Pleeeeeease?"
"Okay!" Machi sighed. She opened her wallet, taking out a picture of a little girl.
Hitomi quickly snatched up the picture. "Awwww! She's so cute!"
In the picture was 4-year-old Mai Nirokyama, with brown hair with a ribbon and a plaid jumper dress with a yellow undershirt. Mai was smiling at a little bunny stuffed animal in front of her. Hitomi smiled at the picture, then gave it back to Machi. "I wanna have a baby this cute one day!"
"Yeah, she's really precious to me." Machi sighed dreamily.
Before walking back into the room, Hitomi grew serious and turned to stare into Machi's eyes. "She's a gift from Heaven. Always protect her, even if it means giving up your life. Because once it's done, it's done. If she is so precious, never let her out of your sight, and never leave her alone. Not for one minutes. Even if you have to use the bathroom, or throw something out, take her with you."
Machi froze, watching Hitomi's retreating figure. "Poor kid," Machi thought. "Probably had a bad experience."