AN: Oh, curses!! That only made you guys laugh?? Rats. That was not my intention at all.
Hmph.
Oh, look!! It seems that there might be a tiny hint of plot in this chapter that seemed to be missing from the previous update!!
March 1, 2011
5:32 AM
Aizawa spent the night sitting--erm, sleeping--at his desk.
Can't miss the call, gotta stay for that phone call...
Even without physical proof or even any rumors about it, he was quite certain that Near was taking the new Kira case. And chances were high that he might ask for the assistance of the old investigation team. Maybe he didn't need their help, but it would be stupid to ignore them after all they had done in the past.
At least, that had been his logic 12 hours ago. Near stillhadn't called, and as much as he tried to ignore it, Aizawa was getting antsy about it.
He nearly jumped out of his seat when the phone actually rang.
With a motion that could almost be called over-exaggerated, he grabbed for the phone across his desk and picked up. "Hello?"
"Strange. I didn't think the police station was open this early."
Aizawa sagged into his chair with relief as he heard the computerized voice. "Well, it isn't, really, but I waited all night because I was expecting you to call."
"Hmm. I don't suppose I need to explain why I'm talking to you then, do I?"
"The new Kira."
"Exactly."
There was an odd pause on the phone. A muffled noise came from Near's end of the line.
"Erm... Near?"
"Yesh?"
...What is he doing?
"Uh... were you going to say something?"
"Hmm? OH! Yes: I've taken the liberty of renting out the old investigation building. I would like for you to bring all of the investigators from before inside at exactly one o'clock."
It was a simple enough request. "Of course."
"Oh, and would you bring me some strawberry cake as well?"
...?
"Well... Sure, I suppose."
"Thank you, Mr. Aizawa."
The line went dead.
Aizawa couldn't help but wonder why Near wanted cake.
L put the phone back on it's hook with an almost disgusted look on his face. Reaching his spoon into an ice cream bowl, he muttered to himself, "And I thoughtAizawa-san was smarter than that..."
Near walked into the computer room with a box, probably filled with toys. "What makes you say that Mr. Aizawa is stupid?"
L shrugged and took a large gob of ice cream into his mouth. After swallowing, he said, "He completely thought I was L."
"...If I may point it out, you are L."
"Not the L he believed me to be." He had another spoonful before continuing to rant. "I purposely eat over the phone, I didn't try to act like you, and I asked him to bring me a cake... And now that you mention it, he didn't even ask me if I was L! I could have just been a psycho man with a voice changer and he wouldn't have known!"
"You're exaggerating and you know it."
"...Just a little."
L went back to his ice cream as Near took the box over to the elevator and went up several floors. By the time he had come back, L had licked the bowl clean.
"Should we perhaps review the plan again?" Near asked.
L licked a finger. "The detectives arrive here at approximately one o'clock this afternoon. By then I will be upstairs, and you can try to explain to them that I am not an imposter and have really... Well, you know the rest." He licked another finger.
"And I eventually have you come back down here to prove that I wasn't lying," Near added.
"Right."
"..."
"..."
"And... What do we do for the next seven hours?" Near asked. "Should we work on the Kira case?"
L thought for a moment. "No, not yet. First..."
He paused.
"I need you to tell me every detail of the case after I died. Including the full story of what happened to Light."
12:29 PM
"Matsuda!! This has to be the stupidest idea you've ever had!!"
"Oh, come on! Live a little, Yamamoto!"
"I've lived my life plenty! Especially last Saturday, thank you very much!"
"But Yamam--"
"NO!!"
Matsuda sighed. They were standing outside the old investigation headquarters while waiting for the others to show up, and Matsuda was bored enough to suggest they go in early and explore.
Needless to say, Yamamoto didn't think it was a good idea at all.
"Matsuda, the Chief said to be here and waiting at one o'clock, not inside exploring!!"
"So what? We can go in and come back out with plenty of time left before one!"
"But--but what if something goes wrong??
Matsuda rolled his eyes. "Oh yeah? What could go wrong?"
"I dunno! What if there's... a mad scientist in the basement? Or zombies??"
All that got out of Matsuda was a good laugh. "Come ON!! Like there would be some 'living-dead' people in the basement of an abandoned building in the middle of Tokyo!!" Without waiting for another crazy theory, he grabbed Yamamoto's arm and dragged him down the ramp built for cars to enter. "You're coming with me and that's that!!"
"MATSUDA!!"
They reached a small machine by a large, solid steel door, and Matsuda examined it over before hitting some keys. "Lemme see... Hey, my passcode still works!!"
"We should NOT be down here!!"
Matsuda did fingerprint and retina scans. "Oh, shut up! You're no fun! If you're not any fun then you aren't allowed to be on the team!"
"...I didn't want to be on the team. I just got dragged into it because YOU--!"
Just then the large garage-like door opened.
"Come on, let's go!"
Yamamoto sighed and gave up talking Matsuda out of it. "You are soooooo taking the blame for this..."
"Blame for what, having fun?"
"No, the blame for not waiting for the Chief when we don't even know why we're here at an abandoned building in the first place!!"
"Well, it's Aizawa's own fault that he didn't bother to tell us what we're here for in the first place!"
Matsuda paused for a moment at that. Now that he thought about it, it wasrather unusual to receive instructions from Aizawa without any explaination...
"Oh well," he muttered as he dragged Yamamoto along.
12:46 PM
"Where the hell are Matsuda and Yamamoto??" Ide said aloud.
He, Mogi, and Aizawa were standing in front of the investigation building waiting for their colleagues to appear. Strangely enough, while Matsuda and Yamamoto were considered the least responsible of the group, they almost always showed up at work extremely early.
And when they didn't, it meant something was wrong.
"Okay, that's it," Aizawa said, "I'm going to call him!"
He pulled out a cellphone and dialed Matsuda's number. On the second ring, he picked up. "Hey, Aizawa!"
"We're all waiting for you!! What's taking you so long to show up??"
"I got bored, so I took Yamamoto in to show him around the building. Can you believe that our codes still work??"
Aizawa froze. Near had told him to enter the building at exactly one o'clock. "You're inside?!"
"Yeah, and we have a problem: this place looks lived in! There's boxes lying all over the place with TOYS inside!"
Aizawa gritted his teeth. "Get out of there right now!!"
"Huh? We're kind of on the fifteenth floor right now--"
"NEVER MIND!! We'll meet you by the elevators." He snapped his phone shut. "Come on, we're going in!"
"Why don't we just wait out here?" Mogi asked.
"Because Matsuda is an idiot and has screwed everything up!! They'll get out of there faster if we all go in and drag them out. Come on!"
The three of them rushed into the old investigation building.
L was on his fifth bowl of ice cream for the day when he heard the voices.
"Where are those two??"
"Matsuda, when we get out of this I'm gonna--"
But of course, by then it was too late. A man with a seriously pissed expression on his face walked in-- Wait, is that Aizawa??
And behind him were two others: Mogi and Ide.
The three of them stopped and stared.
L's spoon, which had been on the way to his mouth, stopped in mid-air.
They stared some more.
Then Aizawa's expression began to change from "pissed off" to "REALLY pissed off."
It took L's genius mind only a second to figure out what was going to happen next. Aizawa will think that I was pretending to be Near so I could set some kind of trap, and chances are he will attempt to arrest me for supposedly impersonating L because he doesn't realize that I am L, and it is also possible he will think that I've kidnapped Near, who is supposedly the real L--
He lost his train of thought when he heard the sound of a gun being cocked.
AN: ...Did I describe this chapter as having a tiny bit of plot in the first author's note?? Wow, understatement!!
Erm, yeah, Rosie? Sorry 'bout the extremely poor pun that I tossed in there. I really couldn't resist.
I dare the rest of you to figure out what I'm talking about. O.o
Review please!!! :D