Kat was stone still as she thought of all the possible scenarios that could happen, not unlike when she was a child and would think of the probability of being saved.
The world could have been destroyed and something cataclysmic could have taken place, yet, to the pensive Kat it would have not even fazed her in the least. This was her method of pondering thoroughly, especially if it was important. Locking herself in a corner of her mind, far away from her physical self and making sure K was under control; a very uncouth way, but it was either that, or (she had found out rather belatedly) let K run amuck across everything, making decisions more brash then anything she would actually do if she thought it out first.
Lawliet spared her glances as he typed away on the laptop, trying to find answers on a more personal case. Both were once more situated in the bedroom of the latest hotel, a variety of sweets displayed before them with the occasional pot of coffee or tea in between.
The room, to put it frank, was a vast sea of red. One shade that made Kat twitch involuntarily at first wondering who had been murdered in the hotel to leave such a ghastly thing behind. To anyone else, it was by no means repulsive. Lavishly soft bed with satin sheets and pillows to be confused with clouds, ebony furniture to contrast the walls and floor, wrought iron bed frame with roses spread out sporadically. To her chagrin, a mirror was in place of the wall right before the bed, distracting her a good deal of the time they had been their. To put it blunt, she was right smack dab in the middle of hell. It seemed the only good thing she had said about the suite was that it was on the top floor; fitting her feline need for high places.
A desolate sigh escaped her lips, alerting him that she was out of her little state of "meditation."
"Anything specific you are researching, Ryuuzaki?" She asked, rolling forward so that her head was right above his shoulder, the spiraling scents of honey and assorted spices spiraling around her.
Strand of her now naturally colored hair brushed the sensitive area of his neck, making him want to squirm yet not…
"No, just inconsequential things," He muttered, typing different phrases into the search bar.
She pouted childishly when she felt the subtle difference around him, a very useful thing that cats were empathetic.
"You are lying, why do you not tell me? Or is it one of those absurd 'human issues?'"
"Human issue," He answered almost robotically, having recited the line with her numerous times since they were eight. He saw no point in trying to lie to her after failing once, it was preposterous to do so…with her at least: point, blank. (A/N: Don't we wish all men were like that? Not lying to you again when they know you know they are lying? Better yet, they should not lie at all)
Kat nodded, flopping backwards onto the bed with a soft "thump," swinging her tail out of the way.
Her eyes dulled a bit as she turned on her side, bell on her choker ringing with every movement she made. "Ryuuzaki, on the off chance that Misa somehow manages to…" She paused just as he gave her his full attention, unable to phrase her inquiries or ask for an opinion. "Wait, eto...what will…why…where…kuso…" She muttered frustrated, running a hand through her raven and silver locks.
"All of the probabilities of Amane being Kira are fairly low," He said, finger to lip, deciphering her thoughts for once before her. "On the off chance that she, indeed, is the second Kira…the chances that you will…be alive after…" He looked away from her form, typing once again. "Are nonexistent."
A solemn silence fell over both.
Kat pushed herself up with her right hand, staring at her claws blankly. "I expected it to be as such...well, I suppose I may or may not see you later, I have a soiree to get to," She muttered hollowly, unclear as to if it was Kat or K.
Ironically comical how she was wishing for death long ago, a different lifetime ago, yet now she wanted to hold onto every last thread because she had found people to help her.
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Kat was looking at the lead male (a grotesque American with a burly frame and way too much facial hair, his name slipped her mind as far as "need to know" things.) reciting her lines with as much emotion as she a rock. She had no idea why Yoshida had told her to go to the auditions with Misa. She would certainly not be able to keep up with movie settings what with the Kira case and all personas had agreed solemnly that they would make sure to hand the part over to Misa without so much as a second thought.
After giving a cheeky smile o the director, slipping a note to him about recommending Misa more than her, she skipped along to where said blonde was waiting enthusiastically. "C'mon Tomo-chan!"
Kat walked up to her, hands fiddling with the fur lining of her black coat, "Yes, Misa-chan!"
Before she knew it, they were in the streets of Tokyo, turning this way and that towards some apartment buildings. The billowing white clouds above hid the sun for the most part, be speckling the otherwise pure blue sky. Such a pretty day for such a dreadful occurrence, how ironic, she noted, seeing all of the happy people, the main topic springing up everywhere being the fight between Kira and L, only foul words said about K.
Kat seemed a bit spaced out as she was suddenly ushered into a room by Misa. It was very plain with gothic trinkets here and there. But what spooked Kat the most, was that she had failed to notice the outline of something monstrous that had been following them. She controlled her urge to swat at it and hiss, merely taking a seat where Misa offered.
Surprisingly, the only thing Kat deemed suspicious was when Misa kept furrowing her brows at a place above her (Kat's) head, then turning and mumbling something to her self. The rest, until seven, that is, was spent watching boring romance movies in English and Japanese; discussing gossip and everything relatively girly, that is until Kat broke the ice.
"Ne, Misa-chan, what do you think about…Kira?" She asked, being rather timid with the question on purpose, as if she was an obedient girl who would be scolded for speaking of such things.
The blonde next to her seemed to mull things over, looking over her shoulder at something. Kat had the irritating urge to tilt her head or proceed with one of her more prominent reactions but repressed it, deeming it unwise to do so and reveal something that might reveal who she really was.
"Tomo-chan…Misa really trust you a lot…" She started, still looking at the blurry outline.
"And Tomo-chan trusts Misa too!" She jumped in, emphasizing the persona she had taken on in front of the model.
Misa nodded a somewhat tired smile on her lips. "Yes, I know," K huffed and puffed inside; wondering what type of burden this girl could hold that caused her to seem so damn wise when she was about five years younger than Kat.
"What if I told you…that…Misa can see your name and lifespan?" She asked, her usual enthusiasm about her again.
I would say you were Kira. K snarled. "Wah! That would be so cool!" In a creepy way.
"Well, I do! And Misa-Misa supports Kira! Does Tomo-chan support Kira?" She leaned forward, only inches separating them.
Kat and K scrambled for answers. If she told her no than she would most likely end up dead, if she yes than she would be lying on the cosmic level and therefore…possibly win the Kira battle.
I do not know if he will praise me or murder me with his own hands for this…K muttered.
"Tomo-chan is neutral! If I see them doing bad things I will switch sides but for the most part I want peace!"
Misa looked a bit downtrodden at this but just turned to Kat and muttered very lowly, a question before the alarm Kat had set on her phone rang 6: 45; just enough time to get to the hotel. "Gah! I'm gonna be late! See you later Misa-chan!"
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Kat tumbled into the hotel room silently, taking her seat next to Lawliet just as it seemed they popped in another Kira tape.
"Kira, thank you for responding." The dubbed voice said through the screen which now displayed the hand written Kira letters. "I will do as you say."
"Yes!"
"Oh!"
Matsuda and Yagami-san seemed quite happy about this, but Lawliet, Light and Kat all remained silent.
"I want to meet you, Kira. I don't think you have the eyes, but I won't kill you. Don't worry." Kat perked up, Amane had spoken of seeing her name. And obviously, to see you need eyes.
"'Having the eyes...' what does that mean?" Aizawa asked.
"Please think of a way we can meet without the police knowing." So Kat could just imagine Amane writing at a desk furiously, trying to figure out plans. "We can confirm each other when we meet by showing our shinigami."
Kat's every limb turned to lead, eyes widening. "Mreow?!" She half whispered as a loud thundering noise came from her side. Being naturally jumpy, she gave a start before seeing Lawliet on the ground. Kat got down on her knees, half supporting him as he pulled himself up even if she was smaller by comparison. Everyone in the task force including Light came to his side.
"Are you ok, Ryuuzaki...?" Matsuda asked, worried.
"Shinigami...? Are we suppose to accept the existence of such a thing...?" Lawliet asked to no one in particular.
"Shinigami? No way..." Matsuda tried to answer.
Kat lightly placed her hands on his shoulders, pushing him up gently. "D-do not be so o-obtuse, it seems almost to rival the existence of werewolves and myths…" She said, comfortingly, but Lawliet thinking it was code again got the following: If a half-breed like me exists, than whose to say death gods do not exist? (not to mention she had stuttered, which never happened)
"You're right, Ryuuzaki. Shinigami can't possibly exist." Light said. Only then did Kat notice the blurry line floating above him just like with Amane. Her hands tightened unconsciously digging into Lawliet's skin. He released a small hiss of pain and Kat let go immediately, backing away from him. "Sorry."
Lawliet turned around to look at Light. "Kira also made a prisoner write something that seemed to suggest the existence of shinigami..." he said.
"Then should we assume this is the same Kira? The same person using the same word?" Yagami-san asked.
"That's not possible, Dad." Light pointed out, "If this is the same Kira, then there's not way he'd reply to our video tape. Why would Kira go along with our plan and stop L from going on TV?"
"Then the real Kira and second Kira have joined forces and are trying to confuse the investigation with the word 'shinigami'?" Aizawa suggested.
"That's also not possible." Lawliet stated, once he was on his feet he picked up his chair, "As Light-kun said, if they were working together, then they wouldn't stop their plan to kill me. The second Kira is working from his own feeling, and not Kira's ideals. It's not related to Kira's goals of 'punishing criminals to change the world and killing anyone who gets in my way.'"
"The second Kira's desire, to meet the original Kira…" Kat said, bringing her index finger to her lips and biting it.
"That's right; the second Kira isn't acting out of a sense of changing the world. He's merely interested in Kira." Light agreed, "Maybe the 'shinigami' term is describing the ability to kill? 'Confirming each other by showing our shinigami.' We could think of that as meaning that they will show each other their abilities to kill people." He suggested.
"Yes... at the very least, we know that the word 'shinigami' has some kind of meaning between the two of them. We can try to set things up in order to learn more about this." Lawliet said.
"Then we'll send another message? If we fish around too much without knowing anything, we'll reveal that we're not really Kira." Light mentioned.
"No, from now on we'll let Kira and the second Kira handle everything." Lawliet said.
"Let them...?" Aizawa wondered.
"Well, we can assume that second Kira is very happy about receiving a reply from the original…even if she knows it is from the police. She has succeeded in getting Kira's attention. And she has used terms only the two of them would understand. We will run this reply on tonight's eight o'clock news on Sakura TV. Obviously Kira must be paying attention to this back and forth between the second Kira and the one we have created." Kat explained, giving the task force the full impact of her neon eyes.
"From Kira's perspective, he would definitely want to avoid the second Kira getting apprehended by the police. Kira may start fretting about what will happen if he does not intervene. It is possible that the real Kira may send a reply next time." She concluded.
"And with these circumstances, he'd have to use Sakura TV. The internet is full of irresponsible claims about Kira and L's identity, it would be impossible to verify. And most importantly, judging from the second Kira's video message, it seems likely that he is bad with machines, and not particularly diligent. I've also been thinking about what the second Kira will do if no reply comes from Kira... the second Kira will probably release more information to the police and media that Kira wants to keep secret, in order to pressure Kira into meeting him. That would be very interesting." Lawliet added on.
"And it would be even more interesting if Kira sends a reply in order to avoid this. If that happens there's a chance we could gain some physical evidence against Kira. Closely examine every piece of mail sent to every TV station. If they do receive something from Kira or the second Kira, I will decide whether they can broadcast it or not. For now lets gather all the evidence we can on the second Kira. Lawliet finished.
Aizawa then stood up and listed many places, none of which the cat girl was listening to. Instead, she was gazing across the room, at the giant blur near Light, not hiding anything about it. "WÒde yÎnlì biànzhì ÿhuòzh yÒu méiyÒu jù xíng dì mílí zài Light zhi shàng?" (Is my eyesight going bad, or is there a massive blur above Raito? ;-A/N: Pinyin Chinese, try saying it, it sounds so weird, like a bunch of gibberish!)
"WÒde yÎnlì búshì xiàng nÐ Kokoro yiyàng," He responded. (My eyesight is not as good as yours, Kokoro.)
A few people had turned to them, hearing the weird sounds coming form their mouths and only after a few seconds recognizing it as Chinese or something of the sort.
Kat shook her head and headed for the bedroom, no matter how much she despised it, to think for a little while.
Many a questions swirled around her head as she fell unceremoniously to the bed. I need to keep my distance from Amane from now on…the probability of her being the second Kira had skyrocketed to 45 percent.
(A/N: I apologize if this was not too good, I had lost the document and through a big fit trying to rewrite it and fingd the file all over again, note to future writers: save files in multiple places and on a very good computer instead of one retarded like mines.)