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Moka-girl: Why yes, yes it is. Poor Diego…having to deal with Misa. ): Thanks for reviewing, though! I'm sure he appreciates that.

Well, this is not your fault,

But, if I'm without you, then I will feel so small…

They weren't supposed to have any evidence that any of them were still alive. They were supposed to destroy any picture of themselves. No one could know they breathed the same air-that they weren't six feet under the ground. She, for example, was supposed be a skeleton-at this point-seven feet under the ground at an abandoned church turned orphanage cemetery, where all the graduates were supposed to return to be buried. She was the 'first' body buried there-and the first one to rise from her grave completely alive. Rue was supposed to be chunked into a grave six feet under in a prison cemetery in Los Angeles. At the very least, they had a place to be buried.

Collin was supposed to have been blown into smithereens somewhere in the Middle East. He had told her, but she couldn't remember. Apparently, that was the beauty of having people that looked like him that didn't mind being suicidal bombers. He had asked the guy to do him a favor, and the guy had done so without a moment of hesitation. She had always wondered how he had managed to do it, and she didn't have to wait for long before she had figured it out. He had told the guy that the bomb wasn't really wired. That it was just a fake to scare the military. Well, Collin was an expert liar. The trigger on the bomb that was attached to the boy-for he had been about sixteen years old when this happened-had been a fake. It hadn't set the bomb off. No, the remote in the hands of Collin had been the real remote that had set the real bomb off on the fake Collin. And, the boy had gone boom.

Diego was the only one who hadn't been sentenced to die. When he had left the orphanage, he had just left. No one had tried to keep him back because, at the time, Rue and Collin were still there. Getting ready to plan their own leave, but not quite gone yet. It was a month after Collin had supposedly died that he managed to contact Diego. At the time, Diego had been solving cases in South America. He could have chosen anywhere else, but he had chosen to go there because it was rare that there be a case there that interested L there, so that was where he had made peace.

But, Aimi tended to broke the rules. She had broken L's rules when he had told her that he had the utmost confidence in her ability to succeed him. Instead of agreeing and doing whatever he wanted her to do, she had agreed and faked her own death; anything to not be around him anymore. Anything to get away from the amount of pressure that would have crushed her under its grasp. So, when there were supposed to be no pictures, Aimi had a picture. She had a picture of the four of them when they had been younger, and she had one of them now.

Her younger self looked miserable, but, at the same time, she looked happy. There was an easy grin on her face, a smile that had barely extended to her eyes. Her hair was pulled into a messy bun, on the right. She had hair that circled her face. She was shorter than everyone else in the picture. She was also the smartest one there. She was wearing a white, long sleeved shirt. Over that, she was wearing a navy blue jumper that reached below her knees. She had white pantyhose and shiny, black shoes over that. Out of all of them, she was dressed the best. Beside her, there was Rue. He looked different than he currently did. He was slightly tanner, but he was still pale. His hair was the same shade, but it had been somewhat combed back then. His looked completely bored out of his mind…and he managed to pull this off while glancing at her and smirking. He was dressed in a long sleeved black button up shirt-which she remembered he had pulled off and had been wearing his normal shirt underneath-with some good jeans that didn't look too shabby.

Collin hadn't even bothered to look that good. He had been wearing a blue T-shirt and some shorts. He had a lazy grin on his face and an abandoned gameboy in his hand. It was almost like he had just put the game down in order to take the picture. His hair hung over his ears, limply. Diego was, like Rue, wearing jeans. He also had a T-shirt on, but he had tried to hide it behind a coat. He had smiled, too. A smile that was like hers. His, too, only seemed half heartedly.

They had been standing in front of the staircase. It had been their last picture together. Aimi had been about 12 years old. Collin and Diego were both 14, and Rue was 15. 9 years later, they were together again and she had another picture. It was more recent-taken just a week ago. She kept it on her person at all times, in her wallet. Rue had her over his shoulder, and she was laughing, beating on his back with her fists. Collin was holding onto the couch, almost as if he would fall if he didn't have it there to sustain him. Diego was snickering, covering his eyes with his hand, almost like he didn't want to see it. Rue was turned sideways, with his face turned towards the camera, smirking. He was the only one who wasn't cracking up while looking at the camera. He was the only one who looked normal in his own right.

"Damn it!" Rue said, throwing her glass against the wall. Aimi, who had been reading over a Law book, bored, glanced up at him, sharply. She had allowed him to get some of her water, but he was reading over something that had to do with the "Kira" case. Apparently, whatever he had read had made him angry enough that he had to throw her water across the room.

"What the hell was that?" Collin demanded, popping his head into the room from the kitchen. He had been making himself a sandwich because Aimi refused to make him one.

"Rue threw my water across the room." She informed him, returning her glare to Rue. "Why did you do that for!" She asked him, frowning.

"She's here." Rue glowered at them, slamming his screen down and throwing the laptop on the couch next to me. "She's here." He repeated when they gave him blank looks.

Diego was off at work. He was escorting a group of American tourists that specifically requested him after they had seen his picture. She had seen them, too, because Diego had brought home his background information on him. Between the two of them, they had figured out that the girls were hoping he would ask one of them out on a date. When Aimi teased him about it, he merely gave her his best blank stare and said in a voice that was heard around the apartment, "I'm gay, and you know that."

Of course she did. It was an unwritten fact within the house, but none of them had expected him to come out and say it. He never said it, never claimed it out loud. They all…knew. He was the only one who didn't bring any girl home, never offered to take one out on a date, never even flirted with one. Sure, Collin and Rue didn't do it often, but the point was that he tried. She had, meanwhile, been the one to have been asked to go home with a guy, offered to be taken out on a date with, had been flirted with countless times on the college campus.

"Rue, I get that Collin's a detective, and I'm an ex-detective, but you're going to have to give us more information to run on." She bookmarked her page and placed it on the ground next to her. She had been sprawled on the loveseat, her feet hanging over the edges.

"She is here. Her and her blasted fiancé. They're working on the case. Or, at least, she's working on the case now. He's dead!" He laughed shrewdly. "Well, she wasn't working on the case. According to her files, she's retired. I guess Kira made her start working again, kahahaha!"

Collin and Aimi shared looks before proceeding, carefully.

"Rue, who're you talking about?" Collin asked his jaw firm. "It wouldn't happen to be…Naomi, would it?"

His question only sent Rue into another fit of laughter. They were different laughs, but they all fell within a second of one another, so it was clear that he hadn't given the different laughs much thought other than composing them to fit. It didn't frighten the two other roommates; just freak them out at how well he managed it.

"It has to be her." She mustered, pushing herself to her feet. It was clearly driving him insane. "Rue-don't get yourself worked up about this. From now on, you're under house arrest, do you understand?" She asked him, stepping forward because he was finally managing to calm himself down. "You are not to find her-because, if you do, you'll be thrown in prison once again. And, this time, I don't think they'd just let you do it."

"I have to see her." He snapped, glowering at her. "I have to thank her, personally, for making my life hell."

"Gee, thanks." Aimi's eyes narrowed. "I didn't think you're life was too bad off-you know, compared to death which would have happened had she not figured it out."

"I have to see her." He insisted.

"You don't have to do anything but die-and not by your own hands!" Aimi shouted, grabbing the pillows off the couch and throwing them at him. When he opened his mouth to insist again, she screamed at him. "No, you don't! You don't have to do anything, Beyond! You don't have to. You didn't have to. You knew I was alive, and you still did the murder case in L.A. to prove L wrong. You could have just left. You did everything because you wanted to, not because you needed or had to!" She shouted, smacking her fists against his chest. "Because, you're an idiot! You're a glutton for punishment! You want him to find you. You want him to find us." She sneered, her eyes livid. With that, she turned, took a step and whirled around, throwing a kick at him.

Beyond stumbled backwards, his hands on his stomach. His eyes were as livid as hers were. By the kitchen still, Collin's mouth had gone slack. Aimi didn't care, however. She spun around and moved towards the front door, barely stopping to slip on her black flats which were waiting by the doorway. She could hear Collin call after her, almost mumbled by Beyond's cursing, but she ignored them as she all but punched the elevator button to go down. She smacked the button that told the doors to close before Collin could reach the elevator.

She had approximately a minute or two after she got out of the elevator before Collin entered it. She grinned to herself. After the doors opened on the first floor, she hit every button inside the elevator and just barely managed to exit the elevator before the doors clanged shut. Aimi stuffed her hands in her jean pockets, ignoring the curious glances coming her way from the people around her. Her hair was in a messy bun-inspired by the picture she had been staring at earlier.

She walked aimlessly for a while, no direct location in mind. Her hands were shaking in her pockets, but she didn't care. Her eyes drifted up and her teeth unclenched herself. Of all the places she expected to end up, this was certainly not one of them. Well, if Beyond freaking Birthday wanted L to find them, then A, not Aimi, would be the one to deliver them to him. She gulped, a knot forming in her throat, and she shakily made her way into the Police Headquarters. Once she got in there, she was surprised. She recognized the woman in front of her. She didn't understand just how she knew as immediately as she did, but the fact was that Naomi Misora was standing in front of her.

"No matter what, I have to speak with the investigators." Naomi Misora pleaded in a voice that sounded more like a demand.

Aimi blinked and moved to the right, blinking at Misora, wondering where she was going with this. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of a brunette boy walking in with a bag in his hand. He looked familiar, but she couldn't place him. Shrugging, she bit the inside of her cheek and moved forward, walking past the boy and standing behind Naomi.

"I already told you, there's nobody at the headquarters from the Kira case right now." The guy said. As he stood, his hands hit his desk as he tried to explain to her.

"I made an appointment yesterday. Why aren't they here?" She asked, her mouth twisting into a frown.

'This was the woman you underestimated, Beyond?' Aimi mused to herself, a smirk on her face. 'Serves you right, bastard. She's persistent. You shouldn't have misjudged her.'

"To tell you the truth-"

"They're probably extremely busy." She found herself speaking, her voice catching the attention of everyone around her. "Solving the Kira case and all…"

"I'm Yagami Soichiro's son, Light. So, he's gone? I'll just give these to you, then." The boy, Light, lifted the bag onto the table.

"Oh, Light, long time no see." The security guy said.

Aimi frowned and moved over to let Light have that space before readjusting her spot to standing on the other side of Misora.

"Oh, sorry. I don't know many of the receptionists." Light excused himself.

"Well, there are a lot of receptionists here." The guy said quickly, trying to save face. "I was there last year when you helped solve the insurance case."

"Really? Sorry then." He apologized, sounding like he didn't mean it in the slightest way. "So, I just sign here?"

'Where have I seen you before, Light Yagami?' Aimi's eyebrow furrowed slightly. She couldn't shake the feeling that she had seen him before. Her mind started shifting through memories. They started with the younger ones, which she immediately pushed away. The boy looked familiar, sure, but certainly not to that degree.

"Do you have any ideas for the Kira case?" The receptionist asked eagerly.

Her throat constricted up. Talking about it bluntly like this couldn't have been the smartest idea in the world. Her lips pressed together, and her eyes moved to stare at Misora's reaction.

"Well, if my guesses are right, I could have outsmarted L." Light boasted.

The looks of disbelief were as identical on Misora as they were on her own face. Apparently, the receptionists remembered that they were here because they began to address them.

"Trusts us, even if we're not investigators, we'll pass this message on." The first one told Naomi just as the second one addressed her. "Can we find a way to help you…?"

"No, it's clear that there are no investigators here, so my coming here was a waste of time." She made eye contact with Naomi, nodded her head, and turned on her heel to walk out.

"Um. My father is the head of the investigation." Light said, capturing their attention. She paused in her stride and looked back, noting that Misora had done the same. "I can pass it on for you, if you don't mind. But, I can't reach him on the phone right now. So, it might take a while for him to get the message." Light morphed his features so that his face would seem more sympathetic. She knew this because she had seen Collin do it times before. "Ever sicne the members of the FBI died, many investigators became afraid of Kira. A bunch of them resigned, and I think the rest are taking a break now."

"Light, you can't tell outsiders…"

"The public's already worried over it." Light pressed.

"Yeah, you're right…" the receptionist sat down, dejected.

"I trust these ladies just by looking at them."

'Ha, you shouldn't.' Aimi mused, pessimistically.

"And, they're smart and quiet. I suppose she-" looking at Naomi, "figured out that the FBI may have connections within our department, so she wants to speak directly to them."

The two women stared at him, astonished; meanwhile the two receptionists were bewildered. Light ushered them towards the front doors. Naomi did so, untrustingly, with her hands in her jacket pockets. Aimi was on her right with Light on her left. Light continued talking.

"My father should call back after getting my message. You can talk to him then. Of course, if you don't trust me or my father, then really there's nothing to talk about." He laughed.

She tilted her face back towards the front as they stepped to sit on some benches..

"Are you sure?" Naomi asked.

"I can't tell you my father's number, but you can use my phone to speak with him." Light assured her.

Aimi made no such requests. She wasn't sure she wanted to reveal herself to L anymore-she was especially sure that she didn't want to alert Kira or L to her fellow orphans.

"Thanks." Naomi said, bowing her head.

She wanted to tell him thank you, too, but she wasn't sure for what. Her mind was telling her to thank him, but the other part of her felt like yelling at him like she had done to Beyond. Thinking of him, she focused her gaze back on Naomi Misora. Something about her made her pity her. It was probably the fact that she had faced an opponent most people didn't want to have to do with. She had gone up against a genius with little information given, and she had beaten him. Her musings were once again interrupted by Light.

"I think that…Kira must have some scary, supernatural powers." He said, leaning forward.

Her eyes snapped right back at him, and she almost wished she had bothered, at all, to follow the Kira case. On principle, Aimi tried to avoid everything that had something to do with L.

Naomi was silent for a moment before nodding. "I noticed that, too. That's why I came here." She said.

"If we figured it out, I'm sure L must have noticed it, too." Aimi refused to look at them any longer. "It's impossible to have a criminal have a heart attack by any natural cause. Therefore, anyone who had the slightest common sense would be able to tell that it was supernatural." She stood, hooking her thumbs into her pockets.

"You're really something." Light laughed. "But, we shouldn't talk here. In this kind of situation, talking at a police station is the most dangerous." He stood up, following her. "Let's go outside." They started walking around the block, Light leading them.

She shared a look with Naomi, a knowing look.

"I don't want anyone else to hear this." Light put his hands in his own jacket, mirroring Naomi. "I hope you don't mind."

Almost as if they were reading each other's minds, they said, in unison, "Don't worry about it."

"I think Kira…" He paused, trailing off before looking at them both. "What're your names, anyway? I'm Yagami Light."

Another look was shared before Misora continued. "I'm Maki Shouko."

Aimi inhaled before smiling at them. "Ryuzaki Aimi."

Light nodded. "Kra can do more than just kill his victims. He can control their actions." He said, smartly.

"Ju…just what I was thinking!" Naomi burst out.

'See, Naomi might be able to figure this out because she's had years of training as an FBI agent. I might notice this because I've been taught to think like L. What's his excuse? What kind of high school student has enough time on his hands for this?'

"Oh?" Light asked, almost in disbelief that a woman was thinking along the same lines as we was.. "You were thinking the same thing?

It made Aimi want to show him her favorite little African style of martial arts.

"To be able to control the victims actions before they die, but not only that, but if my predictions are correct-"

"Kira can kill people with more than just heart attacks." Aimi prophesized where she was going with this.

Naomi gave her a look of disbelief before nodding her head, earnestly. "Even if nobody notices it yet, we might be able to catch Kira sooner with these clues." She crossed her hands over her chest.

"To be able to kill using something other than heart attacks, I've never thought about it. But, if it's true…" Light trailed off, seriously. "Kira would have used a method other than a heart attack to kill someone that he really wanted dead."

"Yeah." Naomi frowned.

"And, risk L finding another clue about how he goes about killing?" Aimi scoffed. "Not likely."

"I have a friend that may have found Kira." Misora looked down, dejected. It was hard to believe that Aimi owed this woman much for saving the life of her best friend, who was the biggest idiot she had ever met. She was still enraged.

"Found Kira?" Light repeated, his voice hard. "Hahaha!" He pretended to laugh, stopping in his tracks.

Both the women stopped and gave him questionable looks.

"Sorry, but if you told those cops that you found Kira, none of them would believe you." Light told her.

"…yeah." Misora agreed, looking down.

"Maybe the cops wouldn't have believed her, but L would have taken her opinion very seriously." Aimi directed her statement at Misora, trying to will her to remember that she had worked with L before. That L trusted her already.

"That's why I wanted to speak directly with the investigators, to explain everything." She looked away from them.

Light didn't seem to have anything to say to that, so he used a different method. "Why not just ask your friend that 'contacted Kira' to speak for himself?"

"My friend is dead now." Light stopped walking. A couple of steps later, Aimi did to. "He was one of the FBI that came to Japan."

What she was doing was only confirming what Aimi already knew. Raye Penber must have been her fiancé, and Kira had killed him-according to Beyond.

"I'm his fiancé." Her fists clenched themselves at her sides. "He said he got involved in a bus hijacking. If I'm on the right track, Kira was also on the bus."

"I heard about that." Aimi mused, glancing back at Light with a blank look on her face. Naomi hadn't turned around yet, and they continued to walk. After taking two more steps, Misora turned around and didn't speak until Aimi had caught up to her.

"What's wrong?" She asked Light.

"Nothing, your fiancé passed away…" He said, a fake tone of sympathy on his voice.

"That's why I would never forgive Kira. All I want now is to catch him."

"But, why do you think your fiancé met Kira on the bus?"

"The hijacker of the bus was a criminal that had attempted to rob a bank two days ago, right, M-Maki?" She stuttered, almost saying 'Misora' but making it seem as if she had forgotten the Naomi's alias.

"You're right, about both." Naomi nodded.

"He was hit by a car." Aimi finished up.

"Eight hours before the incident, another robber died from a stab wound in a convenience store that he was robbing. These happened on the same day, and they both died of accidents. Doesn't that strike you as strange?"

"Eight days after that hijacking incident, your fiancé must have died with the other eleven FBI agents." Aimi mused. "Funny how eight keeps showing up; in the past eight days, twenty criminals that are categorized as minor criminals have died of heart attacks in this city."

Naomi nodded. "After he died, these incidents seem to have slowed down." She stared forward, determined. "My fiancé, the robber, the hijacker…they were all just a part of Kira's plan to kill the FBI agents. That's what I think, anyways."

"You could say that the convenience store incident was tagged for the hijacking, and that the hijacking was orchestrated for Kira to get information from the FBI." She blinked, finishing Misora's reasoning.

"Since both the robber and the hijacker didn't die of heart attacks, you predicted that Kira has many methods to kill somebody?" Light stared at them in disbelief.

"Yes." They said at the same time.

"Isn't that a bit farfetched?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No, in fact, I believe the robber was controlled by Kira before he died. Ever since he told me about the hijacking, I've been bothered. Sometimes, when he was in the mood to talk, even if he didn't tell me his name, but he did tell me he was forced to show his badge to someone on the bus." Naomi looked like had been lost in a memory.

"It was supposed to be a secret investigation." Aimi pointed out, humming slightly. "Therefore, the orders of the FBI agents were probably going to be to keep their identities a complete and utter secret."

"Even to me, he was trying to hide that fact." Naomi whirled around, her hair flying. "That's why it must be because he revealed that the FBI was in Japan."

"So, you're saying that, in order to make him reveal his identity, Kira staged the hijacking?" His hand was over his mouth.

"Sounds plausible enough." Aimi shrugged.

"And, the hijacker died in an accident. This is why you think Kira has many methods?" Light asked, but continued speaking. "With the information you have, and the will to avenge your fiancé, you came up with these predictions. Those clues contain a lot of bias, and no solid evidence."

Naomi looked dejected, but she suspected Light was going to continue on. He did.

"But, these could help the investigation greatly. The current investigators are completely lost, but, with you, there might be a chance."

"Ye-yeah." Naomi seemed like she was ecstatic to get his approval.

"If your conjectures are right, then we should catch Kira in no time." Light said, looking over his shoulder and turning around so that they would head back to the headquarters. "Because, if you're right, the person who saw your fiancé's ID must be Kira.

"A-Aimi!" She whirled around, her eyes darting immediately to the voice that had called her. Her eyes landed on him, instantly, and she cursed mentally. Beyond, clad in black skinny jeans and a black long sleeved shirt with a white button down that wasn't buttoned, was running towards her. He didn't look furious anymore. Rather, he looked surprised.

"What're you doing?" She glowered at him. She expected him to stop running.

He didn't. Instead, he continued to run until he was standing in front of her, to which he proceeded to pick her up and spin her around.

"What the hell are you doing!" She demanded, kicking at him. "I'm still mad at you. Just because you have the mood swings of a schizophrenic doesn't mean I do."

"No, but you can't stay mad at me for long." He said, cheekily. He had contacts in his eyes, making them look brown. He turned his head and looked at Light and Misora, specifically Misora. "I hope she hasn't given you too much trouble. We had a fight this morning."

He glanced down at her, raising an eyebrow for a second before letting her go and bowing to the two of them. "It's nice to meet you. I'm Rue Ryuzaki."

Aimi glanced at Misora, who had gone white and was trying starting at Beyond as if her life depended on it.

"Oh?" Light asked, surprised. He glanced at Aimi, curiously. "Is he your husband?"

She laughed, cracked up. She was about to tell him, no, when Rue answered, in a very serious voice, "Yes. Newlyweds. We got married two months ago, but it feels like yesterday." He turned towards her and ran his hand down her cheek, bending down quickly to kiss it. She felt like punching him for lying. "Against our parent's wishes-can you believe it? I didn't think she would run." He grabbed her hand and waved at them, dragging her away. "I suppose we'll be seeing you, then."

"Wait!" She yanked her hand back from Beyond. "Do you have a pen and paper?"

B blinked and dug around in his pockets, pulling out a receipt for a magazine he had bought. He also found a pen. She grabbed it from him, wrote her number on it, and ran back to Naomi, thrusting it into her arms. She also hugged the woman, her arms going around her neck.

"Whatever you do, don't tell him your name. Not your real name, Naomi Misora. Don't do it. When you leave him, call me. If you don't do it, I know something will have gone wrong and I will contact L." She pulled back and, instead of hugging Light, she stuck her hand out. "I'll come by sometime next week. Please tell your father to have someone be in the headquarters." After they shook on it, she turned calmly and walked back to Beyond.

"What was that about?" He asked, harshly under his breath.

"A chanced meeting." She smirked.

Well, what did you guys think? Your input is very valuable. I know it's two days late (sorry...) but I got caught up on Wednesday with planning for Thursday...Thanksgiving is such a pointless holiday. O.e By the way, so you don't have to ask, A and B are NOT really married. XD