Best Laid Plans
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters are the property of Tsugumi Ohba, Takeshi Obata, and Viz Media. I don't own them; I just examine all their possibilities.
This story contains details and background stories I have given to individual characters. As a result, any character details that differ from canon is the result of my background stories and not a lack of knowledge about canon. Any comments correcting me or debating with me on this will be deleted without reply.
Chapter 3: Strategic mornings and official fan mail
November 6, 2004
Tokyo
5:35 a.m.
The double doors slid open. Soichiro looked back to see Ryuzaki entering the room, hands in his pockets and posture in his usual slouch.
The Chief was still working. Light was still in the position he was when L last left the monitors for the cameras; flopped over on the couch pretending to sleep or perhaps actually sleeping. L looked at the Chief and nodded, making a casual beeline for his usual chair.
They were the only ones in the room and had been for some time. L saw them from the cameras, watching Light nervously work while his father slept. At last, Soichiro would rise and tell Light to go to sleep. He did so, only after a few more nervous glances at his watch and a few peripheral views of the door.
Even then, L waited another 43 minutes before going back down, wanting to make his timing look close and not coincidental.
"Did you get some rest?" Chief Yagami said. L heard a stern, almost fatherly tone he almost smiled at. It was like he was checking up on another boy.
"Sufficient," L said, pulling his chair back and practically jumping on it, coming into a crouch. "I should ask the same of you."
"And I would give the same answer," Soichiro said with a small smile.
L immediately accessed the database. Nothing had changed; no new deaths since last reported. Soichiro looked like he wanted to tell him this, though the screen he was looking at told enough.
"How long has Light been asleep," L asked.
"About an hour," the Chief said. "I told him to get some rest, and I said the same to everyone else. I believe they are in other rooms."
L smiled, entering in some more information before turning back to Soichiro.
"You're really trying to watch out for everyone, aren't you," he said.
Soichiro smiled and gave a small chuckle.
"A force of habit, I suppose," he said.
L's attention returned to the computer, but his smile indicated a measure of understanding. He looked back at Light. One leg was over the edge of the couch and one arm was slung over the back. The blanket covered him somewhat, making him look like he was in the middle of a difficult sleep. Light was half-asleep to L's estimation; not enough to be completely out and enough to still hear things. He would probably want to look asleep when Ryuzaki came back, not wanting to look too anxious about his return but still keeping an ear open when it did happen.
"This is the first time he has gotten any sleep in the past 36 hours," Soichiro said, seeing exactly where L was looking.
"He is truly dedicated, I can only respect that," L said. His dedication was the only thing he respected.
"He wants to see an end to this nightmare," Soichiro said. "These new deaths are only making matters worse."
"We all want to see this end with Kira and his accomplices captured," L said. "I am sure we can do that soon."
L paused for a beat and looked back at the Shinigami. The creature was still standing at the back of the room seemingly staring at the wall, though occasionally looking around. Rem glanced back at him with a dour expression.
"Rem would you care for something to eat or drink," L said. "I know Shinigami digestive systems have evolved, but perhaps you would care to try some human refreshment."
Maybe if he could be cordial with it, perhaps let it get to know him a little better, the Shinigami might hesitate before killing him. Then again this wouldn't have any effect on most humans who made killing their business let alone creatures created with the same purpose. It was worth a try at least.
"No thank you," Rem said. "I am fine as I am."
"Just let us know if there is anything you need, within reason of course," L said, looking back at the computer.
He could see Yagami-san's grimace out of the corner of his eye. He was trying to avoid the Shinigami and understandably uncomfortable with any reminders of its presence.
L accessed a special folder in his computer that only he could understand; a basic link to start a connection with Watari. The circular icon on the upper right-hand corner was red, meaning he did not want to be disturbed unless it was a dire emergency. The red icon was a rare occurrence. The icon was green most of the time, yellow if he was trying to fit in some sleep. A red icon usually meant that Watari was either truly ill or exhausted; any requests would have to wait an hour or so and if he received any they would not be carried out pleasantly. While a pot of coffee sounded excellent right now, L would give Watari his break time; he had already done so much for him in the span of the last few hours. He deserved some rest.
The double doors opened again with a hydraulic swish and two sets of footsteps entered the room. L could see Aizawa and Mogi walk towards them from his peripheral vision. Chief Yagami stood up and gave a casual bow with a "good morning," though L remained in his seat and facing forward.
"Any more victims?" Aizawa said, strained tone of voice indicating he was cautiously ready for anything.
"None since the last report," the Chief said, sitting back down and letting out a tired sigh.
"Hopefully it will stay that way," Aizawa said. L could feel his glare burning through him for a moment before he took a seat at one of the computers.
L looked over at Light's allegedly sleeping form, seeing him move his head a little.
"Would someone wake Light-kun for me, please" L said.
"No need to delegate that responsibility, Ryuzaki," Light suddenly said in a clearly groggy tone. L looked over to see him opening his eyes and slowly stretching from his position. "I was mostly there anyway."
L kept his eye on the monitor, but saw Soichiro give his son a concerned look from the corner of his eye.
"Good," L said. His finger fell on one in a panel of buttons and he leaned into the microphone. "Matsuda-san, are you awake?"
A few seconds passed, presumably as Matsuda scrambled out of bed and to the call system. At last static was heard on the other end before Matsuda's voice.
"Good morning, Ryuzaki, I'm up," Matsuda said in the middle of a yawn.
"Your presence is needed in the main room immediately," L said.
"What's going on?" Matsuda said.
"Just get over here."
"Right, sure thing."
L pushed the button off. He then looked on his computer to see Watari's symbol had turned yellow. He pressed the button putting him through to Watari.
"Watari, could you please bring some coffee and some orange scones," L said. His stomach needed something with a little more bulk and citrus would remove the nasty taste in his mouth.
"Right away," Watari said, sounding completely awake.
L released the button and could feel all eyes on him.
"What is going on," Soichiro said.
"Now that most members of the party have returned, I need everyone else here to listen to what I have to say," L said.
"Some new information you didn't bother to tell us until now?" Aizawa said.
"Not new information per se but something that could bite us if not heeded," L said. "I will not go into any more detail unless all of us are present."
The predicted uncomfortable silence followed. L wished he had something to nibble on in the meantime. He gave a casual glance to the side while keeping his head forward. The Shinigami did not change position, though slowly turned its head in their direction. It wasn't exactly a secret this creature had been or was still in the service of Kira (Light Yagami or Misa Amane, possibly both). The fact it was paying attention could have been recognizing something was going on or it was looking out for Kira's interests. It had no reason to act completely disinterested in the conversation.
A running figure appeared in the monitors overlooking the hallway. Matsuda was practically sprinting down. A moment later the double doors opened with another whoosh, the trampling of sprinting feet telling L that Matsuda entered the room. He slowly turned around to see Matsuda catch his step from running to walking. He wore his shirt, tie, and jacket, though his collar was unfixed and his tie was somewhat of a mess. That plus his heavy breathing indicated ran down here at full bore. Such a good little dog.
Matsuda hastily bowed, trying to tuck his tie in his jacket.
"I came as soon as I could," Matsuda said.
"Yes, well done," L said in a flat tone.
"More deaths?" Matsuda sputtered right as L tried to open his mouth to continue.
"No, Matsuda, there have been no more new deaths," L said, managing to hold back an annoyed sigh, though the conversation took a turn that was the perfect lead-in for what he had to say next. "As a matter of fact we might not see any more today or even for the next day, perhaps through the week." He could see the furrowed eyebrows and puzzled looks without even looking at anyone. "Or we could have anywhere from five to 30 victims in the next 24 to 48 hours, give or take a few."
The scattered gasps and intakes of breath were a little more obvious.
"What brought you to that conclusion," Aizawa said.
"Rem, there is no way you can communicate with any other human or Shinigami through some sort of telepathy, mental communication, signal, anything not involving speech or writing," L said.
"None that I'm aware of," Rem said. "We communicate like any human would, though only with humans who have touched the Death Note of course."
Rem's answer was unequivocal; usually those types of answers were absolutely truthful, or they could have been absolute lies. Regardless, he would take the Shinigami's word for now though it would have to be watched even more closely to make sure it was not passing notes to an invisible Shinigami. Then again maybe the second Shinigami was there to report back to Misa. Regardless, it had little bearing on his actual plan.
"Good," L said. "I made a series of conclusions over the past few hours that could have dire consequences for this investigation." The double doors opened again with a more subtle set of footsteps and the sound of a small hand cart. "The good news is I can deduce Kira's next move from here, though not his long term plans."
The sleeve of Watari's jacket came into view as did a cup and a silver coffee pot. Watari poured the steaming contents into the cup before putting out a small bowl of sugar cubes. L reached behind him and took a scone off the plate, munching it before dropping in a cube, then another, then five more and reaching for the spoon.
"Kira or the Fourth Kira," Soichiro said.
"Kira, most definitely," L said.
Light kept an even expression. After the previous near-miss he doubted L would be swooping back into this territory this soon. Then again maybe he had hit a brick wall and this was the only direction he had. He could only hope Rem was paying attention and pondering her options.
"I believe the fourth Kira, at least for the time being, is a distraction," L said, taking another bite and hearing Watari walk away. "The Fourth Kira has been ordered to kill at a steady rate, either every consecutive day for a certain period of time, every other day, once a week, or any similar pattern."
Rem gritted her teeth, though remained calm. He was getting closer; this sounded like something Light would instruct Misa to do and Ryuzaki clearly saw that.
"This is meant to put our focus on the killings themselves and find a pattern in the deaths that would lead us to Kira," L said. "However, Kira wants our attention diverted; he wants us looking away while he sets his next plans into motion."
Rem relaxed slightly. This sounded like a more promising development. Perhaps he was setting his sights on Light Yagami, though his path would still lead to Misa. She had to remain vigilant.
"As I said before, we have a Death Note in our possession and its Shinigami right here," L continued. "However, these tools are too blatantly obvious; both are sitting here to once again divert our suspicions on an immediate threat. Kira isn't foolish enough to know we will remain looking the other way for too long, though he will expect us to keep the other half of our attention on the notebook and the Shinigami. In fact Kira's main attack might not be a plan Rem was ever privy too."
"What do you think that main attack will be," Light asked. He wanted to see how L scripted his diversion.
L took a few more sips of his coffee then dunked the tip of his scone, watching it soak up the coffee and disintegrate.
"Kira was carefully watching Higuchi during his entire time with the notebook," L said, lifting the scone and watching the moist crumbs float along the surface. "That also means he would have been watching everyone Higuchi encountered. Perhaps the Fourth Kira was as well with the power of the death sight granted by a Shinigami, or maybe Kira found a way to capture the images of those who were suspicious or could be easily traced back to any investigation."
L could hear the nervous shifting behind him. Matsuda was audibly cringing a little.
"We are in possession of the notebook, which has been scanned and analyzed in every way, so we know it has no tracing devices or bugs in it," L said. "The Shinigami is here as well, though from what Rem told us Kira has no way of communicating with the Shinigami in a manner we cannot witness, unless there is another Shinigami present with us now. However, I believe that is unlikely. Kira would not want to be without such a powerful ally for too long. However, the notebook can control the actions of any of its victims for up to 23 days, or perhaps longer if Kira wrote for them to develop a disease."
"So you're saying any member of the Taskforce Kira has potentially seen could be controlled to give away our position or feed information to him," Soichiro said.
L could hear Matsuda take a few nervous steps back.
"Yes," L said. "Kira might expect us to overlook this detail of the notebook, or he might expect we will see this and plan accordingly. Regardless we are at a disadvantage; Kira is using the rules of the notebook against us and we obviously do not know what he wrote. In the meantime, evasive actions on our part will be needed. This means everyone who came into contact with Higuchi unmasked will not be able to leave this building or use cell phones, computers, or any other communication devices for at least the next 72 hours. This means Matsuda and Mogi, you both are under quarantine until I can determine Kira's next move."
"B-but can we still take part in the investigation," Matsuda sputtered.
"You can still look over paper documents and view video footage, so you will have some use," L said. "This also affects Aiber and Misa, as their faces were fully revealed during the investigation."
Rem's attention honed in further on the conversation, though she wanted to weigh all implications.
"I will also include Wedy in that as well," L said, "she was in disguise for her brief role in faking Matsuda's death though her face was visible. All other members of the Taskforce who took part were fully masked. Light, this includes you and I as I made sure we wore those helmets and arranged our hair in a way our faces were almost entirely concealed. The entire ground in front of headquarters is also regularly scanned for cameras, so there was no risk any cameras placed on the ground would look up our helmets.
"Back to the point, this means under no circumstances is anyone to have any contact or communication with Aiber, Wedy, or Misa. There will also be no face-to-face contact with any of the members of Yotsuba; there is still a possibility Fourth Kira could be a member of their ranks."
Light wanted to roll his eyes. It was obvious what all this was about.
"I have already instructed Aiber and Wedy that if they are unable to communicate with myself, Watari, or this office, they are to assume we are on radio silence and they will receive notice when that is broken," L continued, nibbling on one of the other corners of the scone. "As for Misa, I'm sorry Light but she is not allowed near the building and there is to be no contact with her in any form, not even to tell her what the circumstances are."
"We should at least send her some message," Light said. "She's going to freak out if she can't get through."
"That is a risk we will have to take, though she does understand we are in a very precarious position," L said. "We cannot give her any hints or indications we are aware of the danger. If she is under the control of Kira, Kira might write for her to communicate this to him or the Fourth Kira which could give away any strategies we may have. If she calls your cell phone and gets voicemail too many times, she has seen enough already so she knows you are likely busy, or there possibly is some danger or development in the case. Such vaguer information is less dangerous if communicated with Kira."
It was even more obvious now; Ryuzaki suspected Misa. However, he wasn't going for her directly. This still was a bad sign, but then maybe he actually did suspect she was a tool for a fake Kira and was not moving to arrest her.
Extreme actions were not needed now, though Rem had to keep constant watch.
A subtle beep sounded from the console, a series of new names followed. All eyes shifted immediately to the new development, most with gasps save for Light who simply glared at the monitor. L looked down into the floating crumbs in his coffee, counting 10 rapid ticks from the console before the listing stopped. A sudden silence followed.
Misa did a little more work overnight and all of her victims were being reported by authorities now. He almost wanted to thank her for strengthening his story.
"That…that's 10 more victims," Matsuda said with a heavy sigh.
"This is right around the time any reports from overnight would be released," Soichiro said.
"I guess your second theory was right on, Ryuzaki," Light said, sounding convincingly stunned.
"Yes," L said. "I don't need to remind any of you what this means to our investigation. We cannot let our guards down one moment."
L looked back to see Watari picking a metal briefcase off the cart's bottom shelf. He positioned it on his arm and opened it, revealing three silver cell phones.
"I am going to ask all of you to surrender your personal phones and place them in this case," L said. "These new phones have all of Aiber, Wedy, and Misa's numbers blocked and will block any number dialed within a three meter radius of their known homes, hideouts, and places they frequent. They are also untraceable and they can link with each other in any location. Additionally, all conversations and messages will be monitored over a computer program. These are extreme measures yes, though they are temporary and vital to the safety of the investigation."
"It's a minor inconvenience compared to the circumstances we are under now," Soichiro said, getting up and pulling his phone from his pocket.
He handed it to Watari, who handed him one of the new phones.
Mogi and Matsuda stood right up and handed their phones to Watari, stepping back when he took them.
Light stood up next with his own phone in his hand looking as cooperative as he could be with receiving the new phone from Watari.
L was being so obvious it was almost embarrassing. He was cutting off communications with Misa, the conversation recording was a further deterrent from Light having any more contact with her. It was pretty obvious he wasn't giving up his own cell phone. Aizawa's dirty look in Ryuzaki's direction indicated he noticed the same thing, though he surrendered his own phone knowing it was pointless to call him on it.
L wanted Misa in a nice contained position; it would allow him to follow her pattern and find ways to trap her. Perhaps he was going to guide her toward making a confession, or maybe he detained her already. He was being rather clandestine about this; but not only was he hiding it from the Taskforce, he was hiding it from Rem as well.
Perhaps this would be all Rem needed to finally kill Ryuzaki, though it only looked like Rem would act on an immediate threat. He glanced at her in the back of the room, seeing her still standing with a neutral expression; no moves toward her Death Note, no looks of turning away. This was not an immediate threat, though it was moving in that direction.
Light would have to watch Ryuzaki even more carefully from now on, even if it did mean following him when he said he would take a nap or a shower like he did early that morning. Then again Light couldn't be too obvious about it, it would be a more subtle art now but he would find a way.
As Ryuzaki said himself, extreme measures were only temporary measures. L was doing a good enough job putting a target on himself; Rem was probably close to killing him, though Light couldn't bank on that possibility.
He would have to play along with the silence toward Misa and find a way around these phones. It would take some experimenting, but he would find a blind spot. However, increasing suspicions on Misa likely meant increasing suspicions on him and increased scrutiny, another minor hurdle he would clear soon.
1:22 p.m.
The polish had gone from a shimmering wet to a more glossy color. Misa carefully tapped against her nail, feeling the last coat of polish completely smooth and dry. She shook her hands; the small, flat skull charms against black nails were held perfectly in place by the three coats of clear nail polish.
"Yay it worked," she said, swiveling around in her chair and facing the Shinigami reclining on her bed, displaying her nails proudly. "It looks just like the photo. I am so good at this."
"That is pretty impressive," Ryuk said, taking another bite out of his apple.
Ryuk was just like any other guy; probably just saying things to make her feel good. Most guys didn't care about nail art and Ryuk was probably like most guys in this respect, though maybe he was just being cool.
"Do you think Light will like them," she asked.
"I don't know," Ryuk said. "Light is a pretty hard guy to impress. I know from experience. But I like it."
Misa pulled her chair closer to the bed and right next to Ryuk. He continued eating his apple, head resting against his hand as his side was comfortable sunken into the sheets.
"Now what should I do next," she said, putting on her best wicked grin. She reached her hand out and rubbed it against Ryuk's stiff hair. "I think you would look really good with a red streak here, maybe purple."
Ryuk's perpetual smile stiffened and he looked up at her almost pleadingly.
"Ahh I don't know about that," he said.
Misa giggled and patted his head. He was such a guy.
She rolled her chair back, about to say that makeovers were nothing to be scared of but her words stayed in their place with a knock at the front door. Misa leapt from her chair and onto her stocking feet, lightly padding over to the door.
She leaned her eye into the peephole, seeing no one on the other end but hearing what sounded like running down the hallway. Misa unfastened the bolt and carefully opened the door. She peeked her head out to look down the hallway, seeing the backs of two small females in gothic attire disappear down the stairwell, the sound of nervous giggles going with them. One wore a full Elegant Gothic Lolita dress with a top hat and veil over her hair. The other looked more cyber-goth in a tight black jumpsuit with purple dreads.
Misa wished for a moment she had seen their faces, though her attention was pulled to her doorstep and the bouquet of assorted colorful flowers with a small heart balloon on a stick. She bent down and picked up the package, uncovering a large envelope with what felt like a card inside.
"To: Misa-Misa," read the purple ink on the envelope. "From: Your biggest fans."
Misa smiled and went back inside, closing the door and carefully putting the gifts on the table.
"Gifts from fans," Misa practically squealed. "Oooh this is so sweet!"
Ryuk floated up from the bed, swimming the air in her direction.
"Well wasn't that nice of them," Ryuk said, coming to his feet while putting the core in his mouth. "Are you sure these are just fan gifts?"
Misa brought the bouquet to her nose and inhaled the aroma.
"I'm pretty sure they are," she said. "There's no packages for a bomb or anything, just this envelope. Who knows maybe some creepy pervert did send this, but I'll deal with him."
She chuckled, putting the flowers down on the table and picking up the card. Someone had dabbed some cheap sakura perfume on the card, pretty normal for a gift. Misa opened the envelope and took out a card with a chibi unicorn in a field of lollipops, the words "You're so sweet" underneath it.
An object then slid from the card and onto the floor. Misa looked down to see a green paper sleeve around a disc. She bent down and picked it off the floor with a curious look; carefully removing the disc from the sleeve and seeing Ryuk take a few steps closer out of the corner of her eye.
The disc was plain white, the logo for a recordable DVD on the side next to the words "A message for Misa-Misa" written on it in the same purple pen.
"Looks like they recorded a video for me," Misa said, walking to the TV set at the back of the apartment. "Or it could be some dirty old man doing pervy things."
"What are you gonna do if it is," Ryuk said.
"I'll decide that later," she said with a wink.
She pushed the button opening the tray on the DVD player beside the TV, putting the disc in and switching the TV from the drama she was watching to Video input. The disc drawer closed and she leapt to a cross-legged sit on the floor, aiming the remote at the machine and pressing play.
A blue screen appeared at first but jerked to various images of buildings and streets accompanied by official sounding orchestral music.
"The news of the greater Edmonton area, Canada, and the world," a female announcer said in English. Japanese subtitles appeared on the bottom of the screen. "This is Channel 11's News at Noon."
Misa was passable in English, though the subtitles were helping her understand a bit more.
"Five people escaped injury after the collapse of a downtown scaffolding," another female voice said along with grainy pictures of toppled metal across a city street. The Japanese subtitles continued. "New warnings on the proper use of car seats after a series of accidents. And we continue our coverage of the Prime Minister's visit to China."
Misa furrowed her eyebrows. Did someone record this by accident? No, the Japanese subtitles meant someone made an effort to put this together. This might have been the message but what did it have to do with her?
The image went to a man and woman in suits sitting at a news desk. The woman's red suit had shoulder pads to the moon and her blonde hair was racing against it. The man wore a huge pair of glasses and a bad comb-over.
"Good afternoon, this is CSHM's News at Noon," the female newscaster said. "I'm Toni Janis."
"And I'm Robert Stevenson," her counterpart said.
The woman's name was actually Antonia Rodriguez. Misa had gotten better at reading the numbers and could tell this woman was supposed to live to 101. Misa couldn't tell the real name of the male reporter as there was none above his head; it looked like he died before today.
A rather old-looking graphic appeared on the side of the screen reading "June 18, 1986." A small set of kanji appeared under that graphic as well translating the date.
1986? She was two-years-old then, no she was barely two looking at the date. Maybe this related to her somehow.
"We're following a late breaking story out of Leduc," Toni, or rather Antonia, said. A graphic appeared across the bottom reading "Developing Story" accompanied by the related Japanese translation. "Police are investigating a double homicide in a Black Gold Drive neighborhood. Details are preliminary, though Leduc RCMP has confirmed two people were found dead with blunt force trauma wounds."
Misa's attention piqued a bit more.
"The victim's identities are pending notification of next of kin, though preliminary reports said the victims are a male and female whose bodies were discovered this morning," the newscaster continued.
The image switched to a street surrounded by police cruisers with a crowd of people trying to get any peek of anything going on. A few police officers in brown uniforms calmly directed the crowd to back up.
Misa felt a chill down her spine. An image of a man and woman lying in a pool of blood went through her mind for a moment, but was quickly shut out.
The screen went back to the same news desk.
"We will have more on this developing story on the News at 6," the reporter said.
The screen suddenly went black and lines of static rapidly scrolled up and down. Misa watched the patterns in confusion for a moment before a whining noise from the DVD player caught her attention.
She leapt up and hit the Eject button on the remote. The disc popped out and she removed it from the tray, feeling the disc now warped. She looked underneath to see a pea-sized dent melted into the disc.
Misa threw the disc on the bed with a grunt, shoving the tray back in the DVD player. She watched that disc once and it was ruined already; cheap piece of junk.
"Well that was certainly interesting," Ryuk said. "What do you think it was?"
"How am I supposed to know," she snapped. "What kind of fan gives me such a weird video?"
Who would send something like that and how did it have anything to do with her. This made her head hurt too much.
Misa walked to the black coat rack by the door and yanked off her favorite black sweatshirt with pink fur around the hood.
"Ryuk, I'm getting some air," she said, sliding her feet into a pair of Mary-Jane's by the door and grabbing her purse off the table. "Stay and guard the place or something."
"Okay," Ryuk said, more than a little amused at Misa's sudden meltdown. "I better get some more apples for this."
Misa opened the door and shoved her way out, grabbing her cell phone and speed-dialing Light's number.
4:30 p.m.
The creepy little boy just appeared on the stairs in front of that really annoying nurse, or babysitter, whatever she was. She was still obnoxious and deserved to die.
"Ju-on" was half an hour in and so far there was no skipping or static. Misa glanced at the TV over her laptop screen to see the annoying nanny trying to talk to the dead kid before looking back at her last online photo spread for a perfume company.
She needed to get her headshots updated, maybe get her hair done before that. Misa was tempted to go back on Google and try to find words that would get her some definitive details on any double-murders in Leduc, Canada.
She tried everything until now. Unfortunately the disc broke before she could get all of the Western characters for the city's name, but she found it after looking on a map around the major city of Edmonton. Still no luck; Leduc had more than a few murders in the past few years and there was no information from 1986. When she did add the dates she just got random Google results related to nothing.
Googling wasn't going to help her, but Light probably could. By now she had come to the conclusion that Light was the one who sent that disc. He wanted to keep her engaged and teach her how to solve problems like he did; Light was smart like that and he wanted her to be as smart as he was. That was the only explanation, period. That was the only explanation she liked.
Misa looked on the bed to see her phone sitting beside her. She could hear it ring in her mind, yet it remained still as it had all day. She tried calling Light three times but got his voicemail each time. He was probably in the middle of important "investigation" stuff (like keeping everyone looking the other way), or Ryuzaki was making him do stupid work.
She was tempted to call him again, no she would text him. She didn't want to look too desperate.
No, she was fine right now watching a great movie and planning her next conversation with Motchi about getting her more photoshoots. Writing in the Death Note crossed her mind, she already wrote 10 names last night. Maybe she would check the news later and write some more down.
A series of tones sounded from her phone and it slightly jiggled on the bed. Misa practically leapt off the bed and squealed.
"Light, finally!" she said, looking at the couch and seeing Ryuk shoot her a glance before looking back at the TV set and biting his apple.
Misa opened her phone to see she got a text message, though Light's number was not displayed. Maybe he used one of Ryuzaki's special phones.
Misa opened the text, expecting some apologies from Light for being mean and not returning her calls. That was not what she saw at all.
Misa,
I needed to inform you there has been a serious threat against the police. I can't get into the details but all members of the taskforce are in a protected area and cannot have any communications until this threat is identified, though we do not believe it involves Kira. We are keeping this from the media so your silence is necessary. Don't worry, Light is safe and he says he will contact you soon. If you have any emergency messages, I will text you a safe number to contact later.
-Ryuzaki
PS This message will delete itself in 10 seconds.
Misa looked down at it, watching the number 10 count down. At last it went to zero and her phone let out a beep. The words "Message deleted" appeared on the screen.