Light sat in a chair in the hotel they were operating from. He was doing some light research on the background of Mello, reading over the police reports from his death. He was doing this work as extra but his tie was done up tightly. He wore a dress shirt and pants immaculately cleaned.
It was all going just fine, Mello's death was a welcome assistance and it wouldn't be long before he would fly back to Japan to meet with Near. He had been delayed a few days because of a careless mistake by Matsuda. He had been distracted because he said he'd seen someone who looked like L walking downtown and in his excitement bought tickets for the right time, but a week later.
The hotel room was empty for once but he didn't let down his guard. He knew that he was back in suspicion of being Kira and he wouldn't dare make any false moves. Light was just opening his email when the phone rang.
He picked up the phone,
"Hello."
"Hello again. You said to come visit you, so here I am." B's hoarse voice dripped out the reciever of the phone into Light's ear. It was that voice again, that familiar voice.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Oh? Well, what is that quote? 'Seeing is believing'." From the other end of the receiver he heard the sounds of traffic.
"Who are you?" He kept his tone formal, it could just be some crazy person.
"Call me...B" He heard the sound of an ambulance from the phone and seconds later, he heard the screaming ambulance pass outside the window. Damn.
"B? I'm afraid I still cannot understand you." Light was beginning to get annoyed. He was being accused of Kira by another letter.
"Then we'll talk in person. Either I come up or you come down to meet me. I'll be in the coffee shop across the street. Be there in five minutes or I'll come up there."
Light was left with the dial phone buzzing in his ear. What should he do? He could ignore B, but he knew he was Kira. He most likely had proof as well. The best idea would be to kill him, or buy off his silence. He would have to go face to face with this new adversary.
Matt was not happy at all. He was sat in the corner of an old cafe. Not just the corner mind you. The furthest table in the corner, shoved into the corner by the freak who was pushing him into the two intersecting walls in the booth style seats.
"Shove off B." He grumbled, crossing his arms.
B stirred his coffee and jabbed his elbow into the other man's ribs. "Just a moment, I can't have you escaping at this important time."
Ha, important his ass. To be completely honest, Matt had stopped caring a while ago. What was left for him to do? Go back to the mafia and catch Kira on his own? Fat chance he would ever do that. If he got out of this he would go solo and make his own career as far from any memory of Mello as possible. You can't outrun your past but you can do a pretty damn good job of fooling yourself that you have.
"Fuck you."
"As I love you."
The sarcasm was nearly as thick as the black sludge sitting in their coffee cups. B had ordered two and had filled both completely to the top with sugar. No not artificial sweetener, pure cane sugar according to the small brown wrappers that littered the table.
Matt was engaging in the ever interesting game of blowing the small wrappers off the table when he looked up into the eyes of Light Yagami himself.
There was a silence where the air seemed to turn to water. Light had a look of undisguised shock staring at B as if he'd seen a ghost. He looked as if he were about to throttle him. B was staring down Light, in the middle of slurping a thick cup of coffee.
Matt would of attacked Light in broad daylight if there wasn't a heavy table and B's surprisingly strong arm blocking his bath. He felt his lips curl into a growl as his arm reached down for his missing gun.
Light entered the cafe, his eyes quickly scanned the room as he walked in. At the back he saw the table he was supposed to meet 'B' at.
His eyes fell on a...familiar face.
"L" he gasped softly. Meters from him sat the ghost of his rival. It had to be a ghost, it looked like L. The spiky black hair, the pale skin and dark bags under his eyes. Even the trademarked crouching form sipping his coffee.
It looked wrong though. Like a picture photocopied. The hair was slightly too dark, the skin not pale enough, the face slightly too oval to be the real L. What was that abomination that sat in front of him? L's twin, had he been cloned, it wasn't too far fetched to assume L had cloned himself.
It took a moment for Light to find his voice but he did. Coughing first he disregarded the red headed man next to the ghost.
"And you are B?"
Author's Note- Sorry for missing a week anonymous viewers. I'll get the next one up, perhaps on time. It depends on the holidays coming up really. Have a happy *insert culturally aware statement here* Because the phrase Happy Holidays is overused.