4

Trick

The rest of Crazoa's week went by uneventfully, much to his boredom and Smith's complaining. The only way the boy was able to keep him shut up was to feed him excessive amount of apples each day. And his pocket money was straining. He decided he'd get himself a part time job at a corner store, and the worst possible thing that could have happened to Crazoa on his first day was to get held up by a robber.

Great. He thought hopelessly as the man with the stocking over his face held a gun to his head. Crazoa could fight, but not somebody with a gun. He was in trouble. The store was deserted; no one would be able to jump the thief from behind. And the man had blocked the door too.

The shop's technology was out of date, there weren't any security cameras, nor was there even a button that would alert the police. The shop was an easy target to criminals.

"Hey, you could always kill him." Smith said hopefully. This human was beginning to get boring. It didn't want to kill anyone unless they picked on him and that had only happened once. And those two boys hadn't died yet. That would be tomorrow.

"Give me all the money you've got in the cash register!" the man shouted, "One wrong move and I'll put the bullet through your head!"

"Well if you could pass me the notebook, maybe I would." Crazoa muttered through the corner of his mouth.
"What did you say?!" the man shouted again, "Hurry up and hand over the money!"

"Right away, sir!" Crazoa said, acting startled; as he reached for the cash register below the desk with one arm still in the air surrendering and his eyes carefully watching the criminal, he felt his fingers clasp around a pen placed on top of a notebook.

He realised that he didn't know the mans name, and just as he was about to ask for the Shinigami eyes, Smith was hacking up his lungs and as the man was shaking the gun in outrage as he shouted at Crazoa to hurry up, Crazoa noticed something odd about it. There was a sloshing noise coming from inside.

Crazoa swore in his head, the damn phantom had tried to trick him to waste half his lifespan!

He straightened up, letting go of the pen. Now the criminal was startled.

"That's a water-gun." Crazoa said simply, smiling at the man. The boy was caught by surprise when he felt a fist make contact with his nose and he was sent flying backwards; crashing into the back shelf behind the counter.

"You bastard!" Crazoa swore and tried to get up. The man had leapt over the counter and had proceeded to hurriedly take money out of the cash register.

The boy leapt to his feet even faster; no he wasn't letting his first pay get away. He sent a flying kick at the man's back, who toppled forward into the counter, and was knocked out as his head hit the desk.

Panting and wiping blood from his nose, Crazoa took out his cell phone and called the police.

Smith looked even more disappointed than before. Sure, he had seen an awesome fight, but the kid hadn't fallen for his trick. Oh well, better luck next time.

Crazoa had tied up the man with rope he had found for sale, tying his hands and feet together so he was bent over. That way he couldn't move.

Police officers arrived at the scene five minutes later just as the knocked out man was waking up. They had identified him by the ID he had been carrying in his wallet, and the police took Crazoa to the station to interrogate him.

"The bloody kid attacked me! I didn't do anything I just asked for a cigarette packet and he kicked me in the face!" The man lied desperately. The officer who was interrogating the pair was named Roy Allen. After the stream of lies that gullible Roy believed, he dismissed the man and spoke to Crazoa.

He cleared his throat, "Mr. Canely, the alleged man, Rafael Donohan told me that you attacked him when he entered the store, is this correct?"

"No!" Crazoa exclaimed, outraged that the officer would believe such a lie. What kind of people were they allowing to go into this career these days?!

"Then according to you, what happened?" Roy said with raised eyebrows. He had had to deal with Crazoa Canely before in the past, and he wasn't about to believe his lies.

"He came in with a gun and told me to give him the money, just like any standard thief, but when I realised that his gun was fake he punched me in the face and tried to get the money himself, so I knocked him out and called the police, that's what really happened!" Crazoa said truthfully.

Roy's eyebrows rose further, "He claimed that you hit him in the face, and the gun was yours."

"Far out!" Crazoa shouted angrily, "The bloody liar! If I had hit him in the face his nose would be bleeding, my nose hasn't even recovered yet and you're calling me a liar?!" the boy stood up and banged his fists on the table, "Do a bloody fingerprint DNA test if you have to! I swear I'm innocent!"

Roy also stood up, looming over Crazoa, "Alright we'll look into it, you can go home now."

Absolutely outraged that he had been so falsely accused, as soon as Crazoa was out side the station he pulled out his notebook and wrote the names without even thinking.

Rafael Donohan

Roy Allen

"But won't they know it was you if you just kill them normally?" croaked Smith.

Crazoa didn't reply to him, he was still angry at the Shinigami for trying to trick him. As a result Crazoa had gotten into worse trouble. He admitted that what he had just done was entirely stupid, but he just wanted those bastards to die as quickly as he could make them. He didn't care if he was found out anymore. If he was under suspicion, as least it would bring a little excitement to his life.

As soon as Crazoa had gotten home, he had grabbed the newspaper and written down every name he could find that had photos to match them. He didn't even read the articles, it didn't matter who they were; he just wanted to kill, kill, kill!

This is finally getting interesting! Smith thought gleefully.

-

"Near."

"Yes Giovanni?" the teenage boy who was busy completing a puzzle said.

"We've just gotten a report and a cry for help from the Australian Prime Minister," The older man declared, "There's been a mass amount of heart attacks in a certain area."

"I already know this." Near said, not drawing his attention from his puzzle.

"I see… do you think it's Kira? Yagami has died but there's a high possibility that there is a new notebook."

"Yes, it's most definitely a notebook, but it's not Kira." Near narrowed his eyes as he finished the puzzle, and tore it up again.

"Sir…?"

"Kira targeted criminals and people after him only, but this new Kira kills anyone who he can find the names to. If you must call him Kira, then call him Cheap Kira." Near had moved onto some standard playing cards and had begun building a castle with them.

"And… are you going to start an investigation?"

"Well, I suppose I might. There have not been many cases that have struck my interest yet… but I'm trying to think of what L would do." The tower he was building got taller as he spoke. "Giovanni… round up all the members of the previous Kira task force. Give them this," Near knocked the tower over to retrieve an envelope which had been on the other side, "They are tickets to Sydney where most of the victims have been targeted. We'll be there by Thursday if all goes well."

Giovanni took the envelope from him, "Yes sir, I'll contact them right away."