So I'm back with the next chapter!
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The theme is: Brake, Brake by Go Audio.
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Chapter Two: Unexpected
It was a cold October evening as Sakurai Junko-better known as Mi-wandered up and down one of the streets of Tokyo's red light district.
The woman shivered as she wrapped her arms around herself, she didn't know how much longer she'd be able to put up with the cold. She was only wearing a tight black miniskirt and a white sleeveless blouse with fish net tights and black heels.
"I knew it was too bloody cold tonight, no one's gonna be hiring," the woman muttered to herself, shaking her dyed blonde locks out of her face.
She wasn't going to get any customers standing out in the rain, she might as well go get warm in a bar before attracting some customers. She needed the money after all.
Heels clicked on the concrete ground as the woman walked down the street, headed for a little local bar she was a regular at. The owner himself didn't care about girl's selling themselves on his premises as he was a regular for many of the girls that drunk there anyway. The drinks were cheap, it tended to be warm in the winter and she could get her job done.
Perfect.
If she hadn't been so lost in her thoughts she might have realised that she was being followed.
Unaware of her impending doom the woman entered the all too familiar bar, sashaying up to the bar counter to await a drink she knew would come. The many male punters were gawking her like she was model or something equally enticing.
She quelled a smirk as the bartender slid a glass of wine with a wink,
"From your admirer over there," he said with a quick point over at the only other person at the bar at that moment in time.
Dressed in a baggy hooded jumper with the hood pulled up and baggy jeans it could've been a woman for all Junko knew. She resisted a laugh at the thought as she sipped at her drink, it would still have to be a rather underdeveloped woman.
No it was more likely a young man, probably in his late teens who was desperate to fuck someone, probably to impress his friends.
She was used to dealing with such boys and just rolled her eyes, well she might as well give him what he wanted.
She placed her drink down and sauntered over to the boy with a coy smile,
"Thanks for the drink sweetie, how about I repay you with a little bit of fun, I'll give you a good deal," she practically purred, attempting to shove her breasts in his face. The boy just flinched and moved backwards, still not speaking a word.
A shy one...yes, it was most definitely a teenage male.
The boy didn't run off but he didn't speak either, he just pointed at her before pointing to the glass and then the door. Raising an eyebrow she picked up the glass, anything for business she supposed.
She didn't want to return out into the cold and taking her drink with her seemed a little stupid but as the boy exited the club she shrugged and followed him out and into an alley.
Placing the glass down carefully on the large bin containing all the bar's litter she leaned back against the wall, throwing her body forwards slightly at the same time.
"Well, I'm ready for you."
The boy tugged his hood down at that time and Junko's brow furrowed into a frown.
"Hey, you're not a..."
Her words were cut off that moment as hands wrapped around her throat and she was shoved against the bin, the half full glass falling to the floor.
The spilled red wine a symbol of what was to come.
*****
Weeks had passed and there was still no sign of anyone from Raito's former life, other then his family and his school friends of course. Then again they weren't really his friends...more like acquaintances.
He had always felt that they were somehow below him, especially when he was Kira. Yagami Raito had just become another role he played so well after all and the truth had been that Raito was gone and Kira cared about no one but himself.
He heaved a sigh as he sat on the sofa, staring blankly at the TV as he waited for the news to come on. He had taken to watching the news carefully to look for anything that could lead him to meeting anyone he'd been involved with before.
No luck so far.
Though in some cases he was glad.
A shriek of delight coming from Sayu brought him out of his reverie as his little sister jumped up from the table where she had been sitting and practically leapt in front of him,
"Oh my god Light! I won a competition to go to a real life photo shoot! I just entered because Harumi and the others all entered as well but I won! I get to be in a photo shoot with the up and coming model Amane Misa!"
Raito raised an eyebrow,
"Could you repeat that more slowly Sayu, I don't speak garble," he replied teasingly. He didn't want to destroy his sister's good mood, he hadn't seen her that happy in a long time. The kidnapping had changed her so much and it was a relief to see her so happy.
The brunette hadn't found his remark so funny though as she pouted and picked a cushion up off the sofa and hit him with it.
"Don't be so mean Oni-san. I said that I've won a competition and I get to take part in a photo shoot with this new model called Amane Misa," she replied, a large grin growing on her lips again.
The teenage boy froze for a few seconds.
Misa.
Oh she just had to be the first to reappear in his life didn't she. She had claimed so truly loved him after all so of course she would bother him again.
Then again, he may not actually have to meet her, not yet at least.
He didn't have a reason to put up with her now anyway and there would be no shinigami threatening to kill him if he harmed her after all. No, he could just send her away if she started to declare her eternal love for him, the thought of the blonde girl throwing herself at him in one of the many 'cute' outfits she owned to try and impress him caused him to almost gag.
It wasn't that she wasn't attractive, Raito had to admit that she was, but that was all she had. Her constant throwing herself at him, her referral to herself in the third person and the fact that she was rather stupid and annoying the majority of the time had just lowered his opinion of her so low, that he could honestly say that couldn't stand her.
"Raito, are you okay?" Sayu suddenly asked.
Raito brought himself back to reality and nodded,
"Yeah, sorry, I just spaced out a little."
The young girl looked at him oddly before she spoke again,
"Well if you say so...Oka-san says that you'll have to go with me to the shoot, both she and Oto-san are going to be busy that day," she explained.
Raito resisted the urge to groan,
"Fine, when is it?" he asked resignedly, he wasn't going to say no and seem like a bad brother now was he?
The younger girl squealed then,
"It'll be next Saturday afternoon, so don't make any plans!"
The former serial killer watched his sister bounce off towards the hall, she was probably headed for her room where she could call all her friends and tell them the good news. With a roll of his eyes he turned his gaze back onto the TV as the news came on.
There didn't appear to be anything interesting until the newscaster moved onto the final story, it was surprising it wasn't the main story but apparently a teenage boy being sent down for an arson attack on his empty school was much more important.
"In the early hours of this morning the body of a twenty eight year old woman was discovered in the alley beside the Tanoshimo Bar in Tokyo. The victim has been identified as Sakurai Junko, a well known prostitute in the area. We have been asked by the NPA to not pass on anymore information about her murder but to warn young women to be careful walking alone at night."
Raito raised an eyebrow,
"A prostitute was murdered, probably another Jack the Ripper wannabe," he muttered to himself as he heard someone descend from upstairs before his father entered the living room.
"Have you been called in Oto-san, I just heard about the Sakurai murder on the news."
Soichiro turned and looked at his son distractedly for a moment.
"Yes, they need my opinion on this case and very surprisingly this case has drawn in someone important...he doesn't usually get himself involved with cases so quickly but word was on the Internet as soon as the body was discovered and...the state the body was left in...it's obvious why he quickly grew interested," he muttered. It appeared to be more to himself then Raito but his words caught the brunet's attention quite easily.
A male who solved crimes who is helping because they are interested and no name is given.
L.
It just had to be.
"Oto-sama, would it be impudent of me to ask if I could come along, this case does look pretty interesting and I might be able to help," he asked.
He tried to act like the perfect son, asking permission and using a formal tone to try and convince his father to allow him along.
Raito knew that he wouldn't meet L face to face, he knew he would be addressing the force through a computer but that was sort of a relief to the young Yagami.
It would be weird to meet L again face to face so soon, it would probably be a shock to system to see someone who'd died in his arms, alive and well.
Soichiro was studying Raito carefully so he had to school his expression carefully. He'd been too thoughtful and not careful enough about the emotions that showed on his face lately.
"I don't know Raito, it might affect your studies and the state the body was left in...I don't think it would be any good for you to see it...but you are right, you might be able to help us along...fine, you can come along, we could do with all the help we can get."
Keeping a straight face Raito headed upstairs and slipped his shoes and jacket on, glaring at the shinigami that floated through his bedroom wall.
"Mornin' Raito, where ya off too? Will there be apples?"
Ignoring the idiotic creature could be difficult but the auburn haired boy succeeded as he left his room, carefully shutting the door before he returned downstairs to leave with his father.
"I'm going to the police station with Oto-san, I'll be back for dinner," he called out as he left the house.
This day could prove to be interesting.
*****
The meeting with L was to be held in a large room, the main room where the task force had been situated for the Kira case if Raito was correct. He could see all the former task force members plus a few other officers who were working on this case. On a large desk a laptop with a dark screen was placed and a man in a trench coat and a hat was stood behind it.
Raito held back a laugh, Watari was dressed how detectives in fiction stereotypically dressed and it was rather amusing. You'd never imagine that under that outfit he looked like a butler.
Not to mention acted like one for L
He didn't have to wait long until the laptop screen turned white and a large L appeared on the screen in a gothic font.
It begun.
"I believe the forensic report on the body has come in?"
Straight to the point as always.
Ide was the one who answered,
"Yes, they couldn't find anything of use, the murderer wore gloves and they appear to be gloves that could be easily brought anywhere in Japan."
There was silence from L for a moment or two,
"I see...what about the note that was left?"
As the questions were being asked Raito took the time to study the photos of both the body and said note.
The mere photo of the body made Raito feel sick to his stomach.
The woman's body had been mutilated badly with long cuts across her neck and abdomen, bruises on her neck and face. It appeared that she had been strangled and the body had probably been cut up afterwards.
Her face was frozen in a state of shock and fear, as if he killer had done something to surprise her.
The note was rather patchwork like, it had been made with words from newspapers stuck together to form what you would expect of a ransom note.
It read:
Dear Boss,
I have begun my cleansing of the streets, prostitutes will be killed and this woman was only the first. I will not allow the whores to dirty up our streets and country any longer.
I will save us all.
J.T.R
As Raito had originally thought, the murderer was just a Jack the Ripper copycat who wanted prostitutes dead, a missionary serial killer. They'd even left a letter addressed dear boss and it appeared they had cut the body up in that of a similar way that the first Ripper victim-Mary Ann Nichols-had been.
It was an extremely morbid thought.
"Have you found something Raito?"
His father's voice brought him back to the office, to see that everyone in the room other then Watari was staring at him.
He cleared his throat before answering,
"I think the killer is trying to emulate the way Jack the Ripper had killed, the way the victim was cut up is the same as the first accepted Ripper victim and they even begun the note "Dear Boss." I'm thinking that the killer must be quite intelligent but most probably a misogynist, the note says they're going to clean up the streets so they must have an extremely low opinion of women and prostitutes in general. With that I would assume the killer is a well educated male, but we cannot be certain," he explained.
The reason Raito knew what he did about Jack the Ripper and his victims was because he'd had to write a paper on him. His eighth grade history teacher had been obsessed with murder so had gotten the class to research and write a paper on the infamous Ripper. Raito still remembered what he'd learned now.
"Yes...that certainly sounds plausible, I think we should work on that theory for now, it gives us something to go on," L commented.
Raito nodded at the monitor, even with the voice scrambler on L's tone was monotone but he could tell that L had been impressed by his deduction.
"Good work Raito, I knew you could help us," his father commented, visibly beaming.
A small smile had grown on the teenager's lips. Not because his father had complimented him but because L had been impressed by him.
Perhaps he could really be friends with the detective this time. He had no reason to hate the mysterious man this time around and they had always worked well together-when L wasn't pointing out reasons why he was Kira of course.
In fact Raito decided to make it his mission to become L's friend one way or another. L may still be L but he was no longer Kira.
Yes, this life could turn out to be pretty interesting for him after all.
*****
Meanwhile on the other side of the laptop aforementioned scruffy detective sat studying the odd group from the safety of his hotel room. Watari's laptop had a built in camera which fed straight to his laptop. Those he watched were unaware of this.
So that was why L sat staring at the brunet teenager who had the same theory as he had about the killer. He looked too young to be part of the force plus he was wearing a brown sweater and tan trousers rather then a suit like the other members of the force.
He had seen the boy entering with Chief Yagami so he deduced that the boy was probably his son.
It looked like he was going to have to do some research into this Yagami Raito's life.
The young male seemed very intelligent, it seemed that his intelligence may even match L's. The idea certainly intrigued him.
Yes, this case could turn out to be interesting for him after all.
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There we have chapter two.
I fear I may have rambled a bit but you've now got the murderer and L in this so we can move on!
Okay, a Jack the Ripper copycat killer may seem a little cliché but I thought the case is going to have to be huge to draw L in so quickly so I thought I'd have a Ripper copycat who seemed to copy everything he did. Plus I know a lot about the murders as I had to study him for my History coursework last year lol.
Anyway, I hope I didn't make the characters OOC and please review!
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