*** Author's Note ***
Wow… I'm really sorry guys, I feel terrible. I've been so busy lately. We just can't
seem to keep employees around. I walk on egg shells because I need my job. I guess
the others don't care enough because it's only minimum wage. I don't care though!
I know just how lucky I am to have a job right now.
ANYWAY~!
Everybody wanted to know more about Scott so I gave him another little bit for you.
And… I feel terrible for this but… I've had a good bit of this chapter finished since like...
February. Early February… But like I said, I'm very very sorry… I really am.
And honestly, It's probably Shimigami King's messages that kept me working on
it, even if all I got done was a few sentences before I had to hit the sack or go to work.
He's not the only one I should thank though. Big thank you's to everyone that reviewed!
And more thank you's for the (sadly one) person just joining us… Expendable Red Shirt
They are awesome because they reviewed. Anyone that reviews is awesome by the way~!
I'm done rambling now~ So Enjoy!
~Gebrelle
*** End Note ***
Scott glared at the list of names on the screen in front of him. There were so many names it nearly made him sick just looking at it. No one should have this much power over another person's life. It didn't bother him that there was less filth in the world, just that no one was a god. They really shouldn't have the power of one either.
"What do you make of this?" A quiet voice asked from behind him. He probably would have jumped had he not been trained not to.
"I have deduced that there is an 87.46% probability that this Kira is a female." He stated without even turning to look at Near, knowing that there was a chance his roommate would not reply with eye contact.
"I have not come up with the same figures…" Scott shrugged, he didn't care if Near disagreed. He would find Kira and prove once and for all that Near was just a spoiled recluse that had got lucky once. Without L, Mello, and… Matt's sacrifices, the brat never would have been able to dream of ever catching Light…
He was nearly certain this Kira was a girl. 36.8% of the criminal's judged had been women. None of the male Kiras had ever hit that high of a percentile of female victims. The only time the number had come close to that was when Misa had been active in her killings…
Near shifted behind him and he saw him twirling his hair around his finger from the side of his vision. "Well. I believe it would be your time to share…"
The other boy turned his large dark eyes on Scott, and he chanced eye contact. "I defiantly agree that Kira is in the Eastern Time zone. When we spoke earlier, I didn't really express my affirmation on the subject…" he said as softly as he usually did, referencing the time a few hours ago when Scott had attempted to speak to him but was met with nothing but silence.
"Anything to add?" Scott asked, turning his gaze back to his laptop, using sheer force of will to not roll his eyes at the other boy.
There was a long pause before Near finally answered, "Not as of yet…" then his presence was gone from Scott's side. Probably to go play with his toys again…
It didn't surprise him that Near agreed about the time zone deduction, that girl Nina had come up with that by herself also… He wondered who she was. She had been wearing a visitor's badge and he hadn't seen her around after that, and when he had asked Kline who she was, he told him that all he knew was she had come from the police station to bring him the file on the Kira victim, honestly, the agent didn't really seem to care about the girl. Not that he did… Just that it was odd for another to have come up with the same deductions so quickly, and considering she was not in the FBI, she couldn't be officially on the case. So there was no reason for her to have spent much time thinking about it… Unless she had ulterior motives for looking into it…
He pressed his palm to his forehead. Not everyone was Kira. He had to start thinking rationally, it wasn't likely the girl was Kira or she wouldn't have just shared a piece of information like the time zone as she had. Kira would have tried to keep that to themselves… hoping it took the police longer to figure it out…
When Nina got home she dropped her bag by her bed and flopped down in her pillows, still wearing her riding jacket and shoes. After the thousand some odd names they had written in the DeathNote, the couple dozen she wrote felt like it only took a few minutes and she really didn't feel any kind of remorse at killing this time. Not one shred of guilt. Only feeling guilty that she hadn't felt sorry for them.
She reached into her bag, finding the DeathNote, returning it to its usual hiding place, and fished out her dad's cigarettes. She wasn't really old enough to legally buy tobacco yet, and still had a few months until she was eighteen but there was a place that sold to minors that could keep their mouth shut. She'd been buying from them since she was old enough to drive. Her dad never asked her how or where she got them and she never brought it up, buying him a carton every Wednesday, sometimes a day or two earlier.
She rotated the red box in her hands as she watched Light practically pace in her room that seemed too small for the Death God.
He knew Nate… Light had only left Japan once when dealing with the mafia members over in California, and even then only for a few hours on a covert mission... That would mean Nate had been in Japan during the investigation…
Nina scratched her stomach lazily as her thoughts tumbled around, her eyes following Light around the room.
"What ya lookin' at kitten?" she jumped, sitting up so quickly she nearly dropped the box, fighting with it in midair for a few seconds as it bounced around her hands, where she finally caught it clutching it to her chest with a sigh.
She grinned up at him, "Well… I don't have to go to the bathroom anymore."
He sat down on the foot of her bed, "I'll pretend that's a good thing… And, I'll take those," he said with a grin, knowing that she had gotten his message. He tore into the box eagerly, pulling out a pack and unwrapping it, tearing out all the foil.
"They give you a lot of steps to go through just to get a smoke…" she commented as he pulled one out, lighting it with a sigh.
He nodded, "They really do… And I should quit smoking…" he leaned against his daughter companionably as he spoke, "It would even be better for you…"
Nina pretended to bite his arm when he mentioned her, "You shouldn't worry about me… You should worry about you. And, no offense, but I really don't see it happening any time soon," she giggled, trying to imagine her dad without cigarettes for more than a few hours.
He pretended to be offended, pushing her away from him and effectively knocking her over, "I bet you I can!" she nodded, playing along, "And if I do, you have to make steak for dinner."
"Uh huh. Except that even if you went from now till dinner without one, it doesn't count as quitting," her dad pounced then, putting her in a headlock, noogying her until her hair bow came out.
She escaped to retrieve it before Kira had a chance to run off with it, slipping it onto her wrist. "Why was your hair up anyway?"
She looked up at him, "So my hair stays out of my face in my helmet…"
He smiled suddenly and hugged her head, "Good girl…" She snuggled into his chest, glad he was happy with her.
All too soon it was over and he stood up, walking to her door, "Back to work… Hey, what's for dinner?"
She sighed and leaned back on her hands, "It's fend-for-yourself night," she teased, and when he poked out his bottom lip in reply, she grinned, "Fine. How about ribs?" He nodded enthusiastically and left her room, his house shoes making soft sounds as he went back to his study.
She waited until she couldn't hear his footsteps anymore before she fished out the envelope Anne had given her. Inside was a pack of papers and a CD.
The papers consisted of address changes, places of employment, and few papers were from police stations consisting of charges that ranged from theft to assault.
Nina pushed them away and stuffed them back into their envelope, there was no point in even looking at them until she and Anne could hit the library and do some serious research on them, using the files she now had in her possession.
She grumbled and stuffed them between the mattresses on her bed, stepping into the kitchen to set out some ribs for dinner, and she was surprised when she noticed the fridge looked like it was in need of a few groceries and she laughed to herself, she'd have to go grocery shopping tomorrow since she was going to be busy Wednesday with her volunteer work for the police station.
Nina chuckled, reminding herself of a certain creepy Death God that was haunting her… It still amused her that 'Kira' was working at the local police station.
She grabbed a soda and made her way back to her room and pushed the door shut, turning on the TV before flopping down on her bed lazily. She had left the channel on the news and she rolled her eyes when a reporter with too much make up tried to dramatically relay the story, trying –and failing, she'd add– to keep you on the edge of your seat with the pauses in her words as if anyone cared that much.
This current report was about where someone had hit a fire hydrant and flooded some of downtown, the water company had to turn off the main line, shutting down most food places and lots of people complained like it was only their comfort that the rest of the world cared about.
She stared at the screen feeling her boredom growing faster by the second when she noticed the words scrolling across the bottom of the screen.
DUE TO THE HIGH SECURITY RISK OF THE MURDERER CALLED KIRA, THERE WILL BE A CEASE IN THE AIRING OF CRIMINALS TO THE PUBLIC. THIS IS AN ORDER FROM THE FBI AND IS FOR THE PROTECTION OF EVERYONE.
Right after was something about a five car collision on one of the highways. Not that she was interested in it…
"Well, Shit…" Nina muttered, knowing that they were going to pull all the names and faces from any reliable American webpage out there.
She growled some and pulled out her cell phone, typing a quick text to Anne: Seen the News?
She waited a minute for Anne to figure out to what she was referencing. After a minute she got her reply: We'll have to grab something to eat again soon then…