~Narrator's P.O.V.~

A sweet, sugary scent lingered in the room. However, in contrast to the peaceful trail that danced in the air, various noises were heard erupting from a singly television set. There were grotesque noises from grenades and ammunition being fired to body parts and wounds being ripped open repeatedly. There was also the incessant tapping of buttons on the controller operating the game. But behind the controller were tiny hands that belonged to a girl, who appeared to be in her early twenties at most. She sat cross-legged on a desolate floor, her eyes intensely glaring at the screen. Her appearance wasn't exactly normal. She had pink locks, which resembled cherry blossoms, flowing to just below her shoulder blades. Her eyes were a deep crimson that complemented her hair nicely. Fairly pale skin was wrapped all around her body, it was also nearly matched with the skin of the male who unusually sat on the couch behind her. The man was sitting in a crouched position that was all too infamous for him, his hand resting on his knee with interest as he had a fork in his mouth, getting rid of any left over strawberry shortcake bits that may have strayed behind. His eyes were a dark slate color that had dark cloud bags under his eyes to accent them greater. His hair was also found messily near his eyes which was a jet black hue that had a beautiful shine to it. The two odd looking individuals stayed that way for a few more moments before the rapid, violent noises were put at a halt, the game had been paused. Only the sound of clothing shifting was heard then before a voice had taken its spot.

"I guess we should go see him now eh, L?" The girl spoke out, knowing what he would answer her with.

"Yes, it is about time for a visit." He said in a curious tone as he stood up with ease. The raven haired boy walked over to the T.V. and turned it off with a hand in his pocked before turning to his companion while holding out his other hand in assistance. Not a word was spoken as she grasped his hand as he pulled her to her feet. Silence took their place as they shut the door behind them as they walked out, their footsteps growing softer from the room. That silence seemed to stalk them as they stepped onto and elevator that begun plummeting down to the parking lot. A soft hum was heard as the mechanics of the elevator worked. They stood side-by-side, the girl staring down at the edge of the sliding doors. They both looked up, the halt catching their attention, as the doors slid open. Lines of parked cars were revealed. The man known as L led the way to his car, which had a chauffeur standing beside it. The man nodded towards the two and proceeded to open a back door for them. Walking up to the ajar door, the dark haired male allowed his companion to enter before himself. The older gentlemen closed the door, after assuring they were fully inside, before placing himself in the driers seat. He glanced up in the rear-view mirror before speaking to either of them.

"And where is it that you would like to depart to?" A hard English accent permanently glazing his words. The red eyed girl looked up at him, her eyes seeming threatening purely from their hue.

"Wammy's House, please." She bluntly spoke as she kicked her shoes off her feet quietly. She folded her legs under one another similar to how she was back at the room. The man simply nodded.

"As you wish." He said before pulling out of the car lot and skillfully headed in the direction of their destination.

~F.F. to Wammy's House~

The car came to a stop, in front of black iron gates, causing the passengers to be pulled forward by the force slightly. The driver stepped out of the car after turning the key in the ignition to off. Then he came around and opened the door while stepping out off the way to make a path for the two inside. The male known as L stepped out first. His bare feet clashing with the cold asphalt of the road as the unnamed woman slid her shoes back on with ease. The bare footed man moved to assure that his partner had room to exit the vehicle. The car door was slammed gently once she was up completely on her feet. They both stood side-by-side once again, the structure in front of them seemed to be towering intimidatingly over them. Cold winds begun whipping their hair around before the girl pushed the gates open. She looked back at her friend before walking in, his almost silent footsteps mimicking hers behind her own. Their legs carried themselves up to the grand doors of the place they used to call home. She looked down at the handle before gingerly wrapping her fingers around the icy metal. With little effort, she pushed one large door open. L walked up beside her as the wooden plank finished creaking open on old, yet well kept hinges. The girl, shifting her weight to her left foot, leaned to the side a bit as the boy walked passed her, taking the lead back. The door closing behind them as soft murmurs of children erupted from many rooms of the building. The two made no apparent effort to acknowledge most of the children that now lived there. The girl looked at two younger children that sparked her interest in particular. One was albino looking, pale skin, snow for hair, and a shirt and bottoms mocking his hair. The boy was surrounded by many other kids as he also held a paper in his hands, showing it off it seemed. Her eyes adverting to the other boy who was older than the first. He had blonde, shoulder-length hair with bangs that stopped just above his eyes. He was standing away from the crowd and was also holding a piece of paper. His expression said it all, his eyes were glaring bullets at the white-haired child, his face forming a hated corm. She only had a second to look at them as they continued walking to the main office. Her face remained blank, be she felt sort of apologetic looking at the two boys. Her head faced forward, to the sight of black, messy hair. The children getting louder as the passed certain rooms before growing soft.

"You saw then too?" L's voice suddenly but softly roared into her ears. She just walked forward to be side-by-side with him.

"Yeah, they're next, correct?" She questioned. He merely nodded in response to her question. She had found it easy to guess which would be next, but she stopped wondering about it was she had found herself stopped before as window while glancing outside. "Things are going to get interesting because of this visit." She said to no one in particular before power walking to catch up to L.

"I believe you're correct with that also." It was not long after he replied that they had discovered the door that they were searching for. The man knocked on the door as they both awaited and answer. A voice on the other side was heard muttering something resembling a 'yes'. The girl opened the door however, and walked in slowly. There was a man behind a desk, with gray hair that had receded with age, a mustache lining his top lip also covering his mouth, and glasses that shined, reflecting the dim lighting. He looked up before speaking.

"Anarchy?" He stated as she finished walking into the room. But his interest peaked more when the hunched over man came walking in behind her. "And L?" He questioned again. They both stood just before his desk. The man with glasses just looked up at them for a few more moments before L spoke.

"We figured it was about time for a visit." He bluntly stated, his eyes never breaking contact with the others. The female simply nodded in confirmation.

"Besides that, I had a feeling that things were about to get interesting." The girl now known as Anarchy added in after L. The man behind the desk chuckled lightly as her comment.
"You deductive sense have improved, haven't they?" He questioned her as he leaned to the side and began opening up a drawer. It was the two younger people who now had perked interests as he sat back up with a stack of papers. He placed them on the desk top and slid them over to them. Anarchy took them and begun to finger through them, also with L looking over her shoulder at them. They both hummed for a moment.

"Watari, what is this list?" L asked not glancing up from the papers.

"It's a list of criminals that have been killed, each one by heart attacks. I found it a bit odd so I figured that I'd introduce you to a new case." Watari explained, a thick English accent glazing his words. A tiny smile played on both of the detectives lips.

"I guess that we should start looking into this new case." Anarchy said, neatly shuffling the papers back in line.

"I'll give you a week to look into it. The I.C.P.O. has already become aware of the pattern in their deaths. I will be attending the meeting about these criminals to announce that you both will be on the move to be onto solving this mystery/" Watari told them. But Anarchy spoke out against him.

"Watari, don't tell them that I will be working with L. The world doesn't know that my existence is proven. And many of the detectives and cops within this case won't trust L, so they definitely won't trust me. Whenever we know that we have a select few of individuals that can be trusted, I will reveal myself." She told him, predicting that most cops would leave the investigations. Watari nodded to her in confirmation and they turned to leave.

"Goodbye, Watari." Anarchy waved him off, only to have an equal wave fired back at her.

~Later that night back at the hotel room~

They were both thoroughly searching though the list of said criminals. Anarchy was looking at the first one to try and find a lead on the murderer behind it all.

"L." She said aloud to get his attention. He looked over at her, countless papers scattered around him, as he sat in his usual crouching position going over the latest one killed.

"Yes? What is it?" He curiously interrogated.

"Did you take notice as any time that the first victim was killed in Japan?" She asked back as she continued to stare at the file/

"I looked over it but didn't have very much time to look into it since you ended up snatching it out of my hands before I got the chance." He responded in a sarcastic tone.

"Yeah yeah, but based on this, I have a theory that the killer responsible for this merely gained knowledge of this criminal through local news since his crime isn't as severe as some of the others. So it's safe to assume our killer is in Japan." She told him as if it was a plainly obvious conclusion. He soaked up her hypothesis like a sponge before pondering it.

"Yes, I have to agree with you on that. Can you call Watari and please tell him that we'll be moving over to Japan when he's at the I.C.P.O. meeting?" He told her as he begun to mentally plan out everything once they reached Japan.

~One week later as the I.C.P.O. meeting~

"There've been fifty-two deaths that we're aware of and that's just in the past week." Once representative said to everyone through a microphone headset.

"Every single one of them involved a heart attack." Another pointed out.

"They were all criminals who were either being held in prison or who were wanted by police for outstanding crimes. And I think it's safe to say there are other criminals whose deaths are unaccounted for." A third unknown person said before a forth chimed in.

"In which case, the death toll could be well over one-hundred." He theorized while allowing the rest to murmur about what they thought with each other. During that, one delegate entered and sat down at the Japanese representation table to pick up on whatever they were previously talking about. The man that entered spoke a few words to a man beside him before a louder voice rang out.

"At any rate, these were criminals who were probably facing execution sooner or later. Perhaps we shouldn't-" The man was cut off.

"Why should it matter if it's a criminal or someone innocent? Last time I checked, murder was still murder!" And infuriated man yelled at the first.

"It's still too early to consider these a homicide."

"Then how did all these people have heart attacks at the exact same time? That's not coincidence, its murder!"

"You think it's possible to simultaneously kill all these people at different locations?"

"We're treating this as an elaborate murder plot that's been carried out by a large organization!" A third man retorted.

"If it is a large organization, I'm sure I'm not alone in suspecting the F.B.I. or C.I.A." The first man said slyly as he sat back to watch everything unfold.

"I dare you to say that again!" Someone from the American representative side screamed before another man stood up to calm the situation down.

"Now now, this is not the time to be joking around! We need to confirm that these are indeed homicides and not coincidences.!"

"How? Autopsy results showed that in all these cases, the victims died of a sudden heart attack."

"Investigating a series of heart attacks is pointless, I don't see what else we can learn."

"Absolutely! If these people had been shot or stabbed at least we'd have something to go on."

"If that's the case, it looks as if we'll have no choice but to bring in L!" Once man shouted causing most of the room to go quiet to almost whisper's for a moment. It was obvious that everyone knew of L and that he'd be able to solve the case.

"But I've heard his 'L' is extremely arrogant. I understand he'll only take on cases he's personally interested in!"

"That's exactly right! Besides, we don't even know how to contact him!"

"L is already on the move." The voice of Watari calmly echoed throughout the room causing some looks of confusion and astonishment. His footsteps were heard against the wooden flooring as he made his way to the front of the conference room. He was wearing a trench coat and was drowned in shadows with a briefcase in his left hand.

"Gentlemen, L has already begun his investigation into these incidents." He announced causing voices to mix with each other once again. "Please be silent. L would like to address the delegates." He ordered them as he pulled out a laptop and proceeded to open it. There was a letter 'L' on the screen in old English font. It was also soon displayed on the main screen behind him.

"Greeting to all at the I.C.P.O. I am L." A voice rang out, though it was put through a filter so it wasn't recognizable.

~Anarchy's P.O.V. with L~

I listened to his voice as he begun instructing to all the representatives present at the meeting.

"The difficulty of this case lies in its unprecedented scoop. And make no mistake, we're witnessing an atrocious act of mass murder, one that is unforgivable. This case cannot be solved without the full cooperation of the I.C.P.O., that is all of the police organizations you represent throughout the world. You need to make the decision to fully support the investigation at this meeting. Also, I'll require additional cooperation from Japan's National Police Agency." His real voice rang in my ears as people standing up was heard through the speaker.

"What? Why Japan in particular?" One man asked that was obviously one of Japan's delegates.

"What if the guilty party is an individual or a group? There is a strong possibility that they're Japanese. And even if they're not we can be sure they're hiding in Japan."

"What is all this based on?"

"Why Japan you ask? I think I'll be able to provide you with proof of that after I directly confront the culprit."

"A direct confrontation?"

"At any rate, I would like to set up the investigation headquarters in Japan." He finished as everyone in the meeting begun creating a verdict that supported L's assistance in this case.

~F.F. a few days later. Moments before a news broadcast~

I was sitting there staring at a computer screen as usual.

"It seems that our murderer goes by the name of 'Kira'. Of all names, I don't understand why he'd choose something so simple and painfully obvious." I said while I surfed the internet. I was searching through many of the sites that had sprung up recently showing similar things, support for Kira.

"Anarchy." L said sternly, grabbing my attention by the throat. I looked over at him questioningly. "Are you certain that this will work to prove that this killer is in Japan?"

"Positive. Only broadcasting this in the Kanto region will allow us to narrow down on his location, after all it is a heavy populated area in Japan. And it will also help to confirm the possibility of how he can kill as far as being in person or otherwise." I explained to him, sure of what the plan was. We looked over to another computer screen to see my genius unfold before the public's eyes. Although, they didn't know of my existence yet, I'd be the one responding to whoever would kill the bait. This is another way to assure L's safety, even behind screens.