AN: Hey, I just realized I never told you guys where that name came from! Basically everyone that guessed got it right: Mamoru Miyano is the name of Light's Japanese voice actor/seiyu! (And ha ha, I just found a picture of him... he looks nothing like Light at all... -.-')

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May 28, 2011
5:52 PM

After a few moments, the gun disappeared from the window.

Yamamoto breathed a sigh of relief. There was a strange combination of pain and numbness in his shoulder, and it wouldn't have surprised him if he'd actually been hit there by the single bullet.

But at least he was alive. And he hadn't even been disconnected from Ryuzaki.

"Did you hear that??" he whispered into his cellphone.

"Most definitely," Ryuzaki replied. Annoyingly, he sounded as calm as ever. "What was that, a gunshot?"

Yamamoto tried to wiggle into a fairly more comfortable position on the ground while trying to appear still. It didn't work: it just caused some more pain in his shoulder. "Um, yeah. That-that was a gunshot."

Ryuzaki's voice still seemed quite composed when he responded, "What are you doing now?"

"Just, um... lying here?" It sounded like a question the way Yamamoto said it.

"Just..." For once the great detective seemed almost confused. "You're doing what?"

"I'm just lying on the ground, because I figured he'd stop shooting if I played dead!" Yamamoto hissed.

Ryuzaki's voice tone went back to bored again. "I see... Are you hurt?"

"My shoulder is probably bleeding--" Yamamoto glanced to his left and saw red. "--No, scratch that. I'm definitely bleeding, but, um, I don't think it's life-threatening."

"Who shot at you?"

It was a complete change of topic, but Yamamoto was ready. He glanced at the window of the apartment he'd seen the gun appear out of.

"Miyano. DefinitelyMiyano."

6:14 PM

Aizawa spent the next half an hour running around making phone calls to all the NPA and local law enforcement personnel, convincing them to let the investigation team handle the situation.

"Yes, I understand it's not a part of our department... yes, but we need--what? No, that's completely irrelevant..."

L sat in his chair stirring his tea around, deep in thought.

I didn't think he would lose his mind so much as to put anyone in danger... the likelihood was at 1.7% for goodness sakes! But now it may be difficult to pin him as Kira...

Near lightly touched his sleeve. "We might have to send Miyano to prison for something other than being Kira, but he will be caught," he said, reading L's mind.

"I know," L mumbled, "but that doesn't mean it won't be a pain to do anyhow."

If he were being honest with himself, he knew that booking Miyano for shooting Yamamoto as a "pain to do" wasn't exactly what was bugging him.

He hated Kira.

To not catch Kira in the act would be, for him, a form of failure.

And L never, ever failed.

He was going to send Kira to die for being Kira, and he wouldn't settle for anything less.

L's train of thought was interrupted when the SPK and other investigation team members came in with Yamamoto. They had all disguised themselves as emergency dispatchers so they could safely load Yamamoto's "dead" body into an ambulance. Said officer looked rather dazed, and he was holding a gauze of some kind to his left shoulder, but otherwise he appeared to be unharmed.

"Yamamoto-san," L greeted him, "are you alright?"

Yamamoto shrugged but still looked a bit unnerved. "More or less. At least I'm not, um, dead or in the hospital..."

"True." L took a sip of his tea. "If you go down to the basement, I'm sure Mido-san would gladly help wrap your shoulder." Without waiting for any other invitation, Yamamoto nodded and went straight down the stairwell.

"Now," Near said, "in no way are we glad that Mr. Yamamoto was shot at, but it now provides us an acceptable excuse to arrest Miyano and search his apartment for a Death Note."

Aizawa, who had been arguing with someone in a different branch of the police, got off the phone. "I'm listening."

"Yeah!" Matsuda shouted with a bit too much enthusiasm.

L shot him a glance before speaking. "All of you--perhaps even Yamamoto-san--are going to his apartment to treat this with standard protocol for this sort of incident," he said. "He obviously has a gun, so bulletproof vests and helmets are necessary."

"It must be stressed that, no matter what, do not remove your helmet," Near emphasized. "There is a possibility that Miyano may have made the eye trade or convinced his shinigami to kill anyone entering the premise."

"NPA officers," L said, "you will be the ones making the arrest. SPK members, you will stay in the vehicle as backup if needed."

The various members of the group nodded.

"Alright," Aizawa said. "Let's do it."

6:45 PM

In record time, the van made it down to Mamoru Miyano's apartment complex. Immediately after stopping, five men jumped out and moved into the building.

Running up the steps, they made it to Miyano's front door. Without knocking, Mogi kicked the door down and they all rushed in. "Split up and search for him!" Aizawa ordered.

They all headed in seperate directions. Two minutes later, they had all congregated in the front entryway again.

"I didn't find him," Ide admitted.

"I don't think he's, um, here at all," Yamamoto said glumly. Against Aizawa's suggestion, he'd come after all to catch Miyano.

"Nothing," Mogi said.

Aizawa sighed. "I couldn't--" Suddenly he stopped midsentence and glanced around the group. Mogi, Ide, Yamamoto..."Where's Matsuda??"

The other three men whirled their heads around to make sure he really wasn't there. "Oh crap!" Yamamoto squeaked.

"I think he went to check out the bedroom," Ide said.

Aizawa was already moving. Without attempting to be at all quiet, he shoved the door to the bedroom open. "Matsuda, are you--??"

He stopped midsentence with wide eyes.

Upon seeing what Matsuda was staring at on the floor, he deliberately took off his helmet.

"Oh, hell!"

AN: Cannot emphasize enough how NOT close to the end of the fic we are.

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