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And of course, waking up the next morning, she found her father to have enrolled her into To-Oh without her permission. With no obligation to neglect the offer, she sat down and ate at the crisp toast. She was thinking over, confused, fumbling over her thoughts. Each thought seemed to collide with one another, puzzle pieces fitting and not fitting.

Why would her father want her to go to a college? A few months back, he had stated that he was pleased and she didn't have to attend a university or anything of such sort. Now, he was jumping all around Japan, dragging her in tow to every place or thing he said she didn't have to go to or do. This was a total twist bender. Then there was the fact that 'Ryuga' had been there so quickly when she fell, and how Light was acting so conspicuous.

It was almost as if the whole ordeal had been planned. She paused at the thought, looking at the missing puzzle pieces. Maybe it had been planned... She gawked at her toast, of course! Her father has been acting so energized since earlier this week. He was never this energized unless they were getting somewhere on the Kira Case, but according to her evidence picked up by the hints laid around her, it was highly unlikely.

Then who was it who had bumped into her? She did remember the voice, turning towards one of her dad's photos which showed his colleagues, she noticed Matsuda... Her eyes widened, Matsuda!

Matsuda had bumped into her! Matsuda was working under Soichoro Yagami and her father... Yagami... Light Yagami's father! She growled at her ignorance of not being able to pick this up earlier. Of course she had been set up, but would that have meant she was suspected as Kira?

She sat back down, not even realizing she stood up due to her small adrenaline rush. Sighing she rested her forehead against her palm; it was cool, just the way she wanted. Her thoughts drifted back to Ryuga, who was he anyway? It couldn't just be a small coincidence that she had a small dream about him, nether less he was her half?

She sighed; this was too much for her. Her head was pounding, and she could feel the blood rushing through her head. Deciding it would be for the best to take a small walk/jog, she got up from the table to go change. She had settled with jeans and a graphic shirt, as she threw her pajamas into the hamper.

She made her way towards the door, checking for her phone and keys. She opened the door, a surge of cool air hitting her head. Taking in the smells, she began to walk towards downtown, knowing it wasn't that long of a walk. Her thoughts couldn't help but drift back to the Kira case, considering everyone was chattering amongst themselves about it.

She froze in the middle of the sidewalk - she had been playing right into his hands.

"Damn... Damn you, L." she muttered, turning only to catch a glimpse of Aizawa. She froze midway, and turned back around, turning a sharp left into an alley way. She veered right, ducking under a trashcan.

She heard Aizawa's footsteps pass by her, "I lost her..." he was muttering. So she was being trailed, by the great L himself. That only confirmed her suspicions that she was suspected as Kira. She thought for a moment, when Ryuga Hideki came into her head. Ryuga clashed with L, a great barrier torn down in her mind.

She stood up, turning towards her house. It seemed eerily silent, like in those cheesy horror movies where the blonde bimbo (Please read A/N at bottom... or top...) walks into a room when everybody goes 'no!' and she gets murdered. It wouldn't happen to her, but there were other possibilities.

Entering the house, she dropped her bag, making sure to make a loud noise. When no other sounds were heard, she kept her suspicions up as she went into her room. Finding nothing, and finding that she had panicked over nothing, she sighed.

Out of all people... All of them... my half has to be the one who thinks of me as a mass murderer? she thought to herself grimly, before rolling unto her side. Well, he can think all he wants! I'll be the one to prove myself, I'm not Kira! She sat up pulling her laptop on.

Maybe a survivor in the middle of the battlefield had her perks. But there were still downfalls... But maybe she could bring those percentages down by a little...

She clicked on the first link, smiling victoriously to herself.

L/or one of his Alias POV

"I lost her..." Aizawa mumbled, not wanting to be shamed by Ryuzaki. Ryuzaki remained silent, pondering on his side of the line. Aizawa grew more fearful of the whim chance that Ryuzaki might lash out at him like he did calmly to Matsuda. He wasn't though.

"That's alright. You may return to headquarters." Ryuzaki said in his most dull voice. Aizawa hung up, content of his reaction. Releasing a small sigh he never knew he held, he called a taxi, returning to the hotel.

Ryuzaki looked at his cup of tea. The sugar wasn't satisfying him today, which was quite odd. He had always been fine with the large amount of sugar. He had eaten as much as he desired, but there was still that small tug in the pit of his stomach. He wasn't quite sure what it was. Being a world-class detective meant he had to have some PhD's. He had his in every category ranging from English to Medical. He, of course, had the medical license.

Even with all the training, the symptom wasn't one he was familiar with. He took note that he should ask Watari later. He then thought over when Aizawa said he lost her... That meant she knew he was trailing her. Her chances of Kira had just risen by another percent, but then again... she was a very isolated person, meaning she saw someone tailing her and panicked.

This whole case was catching up to Ryuzaki, or it was just the sugar. Setting his cup down, the small tug at his stomach pulled a bit. It hurt a bit at his chest, was it the work of Kira? No, it couldn't be, no one knew his name besides Watari. The chances of that was less than 1%... then one word glued him to his spot.

"Watari? I may need your assistance." Ryuzaki asked, trying to stay calm. It couldn't be... Especially after one meeting, it was clearly impossible. Plus, it would only jeopardize the case, meaning why he didn't attach to anybody.

But based on what had just happened... there was an 8% chance it was happening.

I'm evil. Very, very evil. :) Anyways, please don't be offended at the blonde bimbo comment, it was the only comment I could think of on the spot... And there's this one that doesn't fit very well in this chapter. It'll have to wait until the Yotsuba episode! (which I have not been able to deem that I have watched it). Anyways, creative criticism/reviews are appreciated! ^-^ I love getting reviews, even if it's a mean one. That's how mental I am. Bye Lovelies!