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Chapter 4: Alias

Miya stood around feeling awkward as L carried on with business like she had been a part of the team the whole time. She wasn't quite sure what to do, so she decided to introduce herself. That was how things should be started off, right?

"Hi I'm Miya," she said with a smile and a wave toward the group.

"I'm Matsuda," the man who had been involuntarily cast as babysitter earlier introduced, stepping up to Miya and taking her hand. "Welcome to the team. We could use someone as intelligent and...pretty as you on our side." Matsuda blushed and smiled. Miya tried to smile politely, but she couldn't help but notice the way he was eyeing her. Was he honestly attempting to flirt? Yeah, what a fantastic way to start this new job.

"Matsuda, back to work please," L instructed, plopping himself onto the chair in front of the television.

"Uh yes sir," he said quickly, looking embarrassed. Then a tall, middle aged man with a mustache stepped up.

"I'm Soichiro Yagami and this is Aizawa," he introduced, motioning toward a man with a curly head full of hair. "Welcome to the team." Mr. Yagami? Was this man Light's father?

"Watari," L suddenly said into the microphone that was sitting on a table in front of his chair. "Has she said anything yet?"

"No," a voice Miya assumed was Watari replied. "She hasn't spoken a word."

"Get me a visual of her will you?" L said back as Miya and the other detectives gathered around.

"Are you sure?" Watari asked.

"Yes and quickly," L replied. The TV then flashed on, and Miya along with the other three detectives gasped. On the screen was Misa, completely blindfolded and tied up on some type of flat table. Miya was suddenly very afraid. Just what had she gotten herself into? Someone from behind Miya spoke first.

"Ryuzaki, what's the meaning of this?"

"I've apprehended her on suspicion of being the second Kira," L replied. "I'm afraid this is necessary." Miya couldn't turn her eyes away from the screen. Misa just looked so scared. Could she really be the second Kira?

"Chances are Amane is guilty," Mr. Yagami said. "There seems to be enough evidence to convict her. All the same…" He sounded upset, however, by how things had turned out.

"Yes there can be no mistake," L continued. "Now, we need a confession out of her. We need to know how she kills, whether she knows Kira, and, if so, who he really is. Watari, take the necessary precautions but beyond that, you're free to do whatever has to be done, okay? Just make her speak."

"Very well," Watari's voice said before buzzing out.

"Oh and Mr. Yagami, Light has now become our prime suspect and I'm probably going to bring him in for interrogation as well. Please be prepared for that." L's voice was calm, but Miya detected a hint of regret. Mr. Yagami looked upset, but he simply nodded and turned away, headed back to whatever paperwork he'd been working on. The other detectives followed, and Miya took this opportunity to speak to L some more.

"How can you stand this?" Miya asked, sitting down on the arm of his chair. He glanced up at her for a moment as if to wonder why she didn't just take a seat on the nearby sofa, but she wasn't really bothering him so he instead focused on her question.

"Sometimes these things are necessary," he said simply. Miya sighed as she looked at Misa on the screen. She truly looked terrified, and Miya felt her stomach starting to hurt.

"Is it too late for me to back out of this agreement?" she said with a groan. L shrugged and picked up a cookie that was sitting on a tray nearby.

"You're free to do whatever you like," he replied. Miya looked back up at the screen projecting the image of Misa.

"Is she really the second Kira?"

"I can almost guarantee to you that she is," L replied. Miya let out a deep breath and nodded.

"Then I'm here to stay," she answered.

"Excellent," he said, holding out a chocolate chip cookie to her like he was holding out a hanker-chief. "Cookie?"

"Sure," Miya said, taking it from him and taking a careful bite. It was much more delicious than she'd been anticipating, and so she half shoved the rest of the cookie into her mouth. L stared at her curiously for a moment before holding out another cookie.

"I'm good thank you," Miya said, blushing slightly as she realized she'd pretty much taken out that cookie in an animalistic way. "So hey, everyone here is under a fake name right? What's mine going to be?"

"I was thinking…" L began, before Miya interrupted him enthusiastically.

"Oh I've got it…Miyo, and then my last name can be Yamagata! Miyo Yamagata! That's amazing right? It's like, one minute I'm Miya Yamaguchi and the next I'm Miyo Yamagata! So close, yet enough of a difference to fool Kira!"

"Clever," L said simply, staring at her curiously as she stood up.

"Picture it!" she rambled. "Kira will be on our tail. He'll think he's got me. My name, my face… then BAM!"

"BAM?" L repeated stunned by the spectacle she was putting on. The other detectives gathered around to watch the strange new addition to their team.

"BAM as in nothing," Miya explained. "Nothing will happen cause my names a fake. Miyo Yamagata doesn't exist! It's brilliant!"

"And you feel that the sound effect 'BAM' is best used to describe an event in which nothing happens?" L clarified. Miya wasn't even listening. She was completely lost in her own world and was proceeding to make a fool of herself.

"What is she doing?" Matsuda asked as Miya began to sort of bop to some invisible beat.

"Shh," Miya hushed. "I'm picturing my perfect theme song."

"Yeah, nice choice Ryuzaki," Aizawa commented. Finally L cleared his throat.

"I hate to interrupt your detective fantasy but we really do need to be going over the case Miss…Yamagata."

"Eh, call me Miya," she shrugged. "Miyo kinda sounds dumb now that I think about it. We'll keep Yamagata. That should be enough for security right?"

"Yes," L replied and Miya perched herself on the edge of his chair and focused her attention on some documents lying in front of them. L was amazed by her. She certainly was a mystery.

All the detectives were sitting around, looking very tired. They were rubbing their eyes and ruffling their hair, anything to keep them awake. Miya was the only one who seemed to go home every night, but she really didn't have a choice. She was a single mom after all. Therefore, she and L were the only ones who ever seemed to be awake during the evening hours. Miya really was starting to wonder when he slept. Once she was watching him, as she found herself observing him in her off time, and she could have sworn he was sleeping with his eyes open. Of course, she couldn't' quite be sure, as he had an annoying habit of not blinking.

All the detectives groaned as Watari's voice echoed through the microphone system.

"Ryuzaki, Amane is talking." L's head instantly snapped up, and he hopped off his chair at light speed. Miya followed, but she couldn't help but think he was being a little dramatic.

"Quickly, get me a visual and audio," L commanded. Then he quite literally dove onto the couch in front of the TV, grunting slightly as he landed.

"Relax Ryug…I mean L…I mean Ryuzaki," Miya sputtered out. "Just wait to see what she says. At least she's talking."

"Finally, after three days of this huh?" Someone added from behind her as everyone gathered to see the picture that appeared on the screen. It was Misa, blindfolded and restrained as she had been for the past few days, and she was indeed talking.

"I can't take it anymore," she managed to say, though her voice was weak. "Kill me." Everyone gasped, and even L looked surprised at her sudden request. "Kill me. Please just kill me."

"I don't know, maybe this was all too much for a young girl to take," Miya heard someone say as she waited to hear more.

"He's right, we've pushed her too far," another detective added.

"Shh!" Miya said waving her arm back at them as L leaned toward the microphone. "Just wait."

"Misa Amane, do you hear me?" L said into the microphone.

"I hear you. Please, just kill me now." Miya gave L a confused glance, but he didn't notice.

"Does this mean you admit to being the second Kira?" he pressed. "Is this the reason you wish to die?"

"No," Misa insisted. "I don't know anything about the second Kira. Oh I really can't take this anymore. I'd rather be dead. Now hurry up and kill me! If you wanted to, you could kill me right now, couldn't you? Yes, kill me. Yes…I do…" Misa continued to talk, and Miya looked at L curiously.

"It sounds like she's talking to someone who's not there," Miya observed.

"Yes it does, doesn't it?" L replied as Misa continued to speak.

"…no you can't! Please just kill me! Fine, if you won't kill me-"

"Stop her!" L yelled into the microphone. "Watari, don't' let her bite her tongue!" Miya looked to L as she was gagged, partly because she didn't' want to watch and partly because she wanted to see his reaction. "Is it possible that this behavior could be attributed to Kira controlling her actions before death?"

"You think he's making her say these things to throw us off?" Miya wondered, trying her hardest to wrap her mind around the conversation.

"Perhaps," L sighed. "We'll just have to wait it out. Watari, please inform me if anything new happens."

"Yes sir," Watari's voice replied before fading out.

"Anything new Watari?" L asked later that night. Miya was wide awake, and she knew she needed to be getting home soon. Not having to work at the restaurant was nice, but the lifestyle of the detective was definitely a time consuming one.

"No sir," Watari replied. "A lot of muffled talking through her gag, but nothing of interest."

"Regardless, let me have a look," L replied, obviously frustrated that this seemed to be going nowhere.

"Honesty Ryuzaki, can we call it a night?" Mr. Yagami said, clearly exhausted. L didn't answer, and so the worn out detectives looked to the television to see what was up. Misa appeared the same, and she was indeed talking through the cloth in her mouth.

"Hmm…" L said, his eyes fixed on the screen.

"Did you see that?" Miya said, pointing. "Her hair just moved! But how?"

"I didn't see anything," Mr. Yagami groaned.

"Me either," Aizawa and Matsuda said in unison. L turned to face them.

"By all means, head home. You're of no value when you can't even think straight. See you in the morning." And with a number of appreciative groans, the exhausted team headed out, leaving L and Miya alone.

"Well I saw it," she said. "How could her hair move like that? It looked like someone touched it."

"Yes it's quite odd," L agreed. "I don't know what to make of it." Miya looked to him, and found herself observing his odd characteristics again.

"Do you really think better sitting like that?" Miya wondered.

"Yes I find it improves my deductive ability by roughly forty percent."

"What was your ability before?" Miya asked curiously. L turned to look at her.

"Why not try it yourself? It couldn't hurt." Miya snorted.

"I am not doing that," she said flatly. But then she felt L's stare on her, as if he was waiting for her to do it.

"This is ridiculous," she laughed, pulling her knees up to her chest as she hovered over her chair. "I don't think it's work-ahhh!" she cried, losing any grasp of balance she had and tumbling to the floor.

"Miss Yamagata!" L said, hopping up and leaning down over her. "Are you alright?"

"Ow…" Miya groaned. "How can you sit like that?"

"A sense of balance helps," L answered smartly. Miya pulled herself up, since he didn't offer to help her, and glared at him.

"You just have the advantage of being hunched over already. Your bad posture helps you out."

"I'm a hunchback…?" L muttered to himself, placing his finger to his mouth.

"No, you're just hunched over," Miya said, squatting back down to the floor and resting her hands on her knees. "Okay let's try this again." L did the same, squatting down across from her so they were face to face. Miya tried so hard to keep a straight face. She just felt stupid, sitting there like a gargoyle staring the dark-eyed man in the face, when suddenly a thought struck her.

"I've got it!" she said, throwing a finger up and wobbling a little. "It must have been a breeze! Wow this position really does help!"

"Apparently not for you," L concluded, standing back up. "Please Miss Yamagata, get up. I think it has the opposite effect on you, as your deductive skills just dropped twenty percent."

"Excuse me! A breeze is a valid explanation!"

"Not when you consider the fact that she's being kept in a windowless room with a heavy door. I guarantee you it was not a passing gust of wind." Miya pouted, annoyed, and stood back up.

"It's a weird way to sit anyway…" she grumbled, much to the amusement of L, who actually cracked a sort of half-smile.

"Can I get you some tea, Miss Yamagata?" he offered, motioning toward the teapot. Miya shook her head.

"No, I really need to be getting back to Noah. It's late enough already. And L?"

"Ryuzaki," he reminded.

"Right sorry," she said quickly. "Can you call me Miya? I don't really like to be called by a fake last name, even if it is necessary."

"I suppose," he shrugged. "And to think you had a whole theme song for yourself."

"Right well, I'll see you tomorrow," she continued, ignoring his jab as she reached for the door. Apparently he was planning on opening it for her, as their hands met on the doorknob. Miya pulled hers away quickly, as did L, who cleared his throat rather loudly.

"Excuse me Miss…Miya," he said quickly, rubbing the back of his head. Miya giggled and opened the door.

"See you tomorrow Ryuzaki," she added with a wave before heading on home.

"Damn, Ryuga is going to kill me!" Miya yelled as she ran down the street, more than an hour late for detective work. She noticed a number of peculiar glances and cursed to herself. Sure, they all thought she was talking about the celebrity, but she could have just as easily yelled L. 'Man, I need to work on my espionage skills or I'm gonna give everything away!' By the time she was done scolding herself, she had reached the hotel and slowed to a normal pace. She didn't want to scare the clerk by bursting through the door…again.

She made her way across the room to the elevator, stepped out onto the designated floor, and proceeded down the hallway. She'd been given a security clearance key…okay, it was just a hotel key…but she liked to make it sound more important. She unlocked the door and stepped inside, expecting to be yelled at for being late, but instead heard something much different.

"…you pervert!" Misa was screaming on the television screen. All the detectives were gathered around and L was perched on his chair, his finger in his mouth. He actually looked a little hurt by her words.

"I'm…a pervert?" he said slowly, unblinking. Miya didn't know what was going on, but she couldn't resist commenting.

"Yeah you kind of are," she informed him, closing the door and hanging up her jacket. L turned to look at her briefly before turning back to the television in thought. The other detectives were chuckling, and Matsuda was obviously resisting the urge to bust out in full fledged laughter.

"Hmm no one has ever brought that to my attention before…" he mumbled, obviously contemplating the status of his perviness. Miya shook her head and grinned.

"No, I guess you're just doing your job most of the time…though you did touch Misa's butt…" Miya continued to chuckle to herself and then realized no one else was laughing. She decided this might actually be something serious, so she leaned over toward Matsuda.

"Um…what's going on?" she whispered.

"No idea," Matsuda said back in a low voice. "Misa just starting acting like she didn't know what was going on. She thinks Ryuzaki is a stalker."

"What?" Miya said in a louder voice, walking up beside L and sitting on the arm of his chair like she'd made a habit of doing the past few days. "Has she said anything new? Does she remember anything at all?"

"Let's find out," L replied, leaning toward the microphone. "Amane, let's get back to the conversation we were having before you lost consciousness. First of all, do you know who Light Yagami is and if so, why did you approach him?"

"Huh?" Misa's voice echoed back. "What do you mean? How could I not know my own boyfriend?" Miya furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, trying to figure out the change of story. Apparently she wasn't the only one.

"Where is this coming from?" Matsuda wondered aloud. Suddenly L's phone rang, snapping everyone out of their thoughts. L reached into his pocket and pulled it out, holding it in front of his face to see who it was.

"Good timing," L mumbled. "It's Light. Please turn the video and audio off."

"Yes," Watari's voice replied as the screen shut off and the room went silent. L flipped the phone open and held it against his ear.

"Yes? Yes I understand. We'll be expecting you in room K2801." Miya tilted her head to the side as Mr. Yagami stepped forward.

"Are you saying my son's coming here?" L shut the phone off and turned to him with a quick reply.

"Yes we should be expecting him any moment." Miya had walked in on something interesting, that was for sure.