Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note, but if for some reasons the original creators tire of it, I am sooooo willing to buy it off them.
Chapter Eight Vulnerable
~Rei's POV~
L's eyes widened infinitesimally and I heard his sharp intake of breath. I could feel his silent demand for an explanation. I swallowed loudly and my hands twitched, longing to bring my legs up to my chest in a copy of L's position. I wanted some sort of security, but I didn't want to appear vulnerable. I bit my lip torn, between maintaining my reputation and feeling safe. He seemed to understand my dilemma. I was practically baring my soul for this man so he would trust me.
"Do whatever makes you feel comfortable," he said softly as though he was trying not to frighten me away. I nodded in gratitude and obliged in my instincts, making myself into a small ball. I cleared my throat before I continued, painfully aware of my "audience."
"I was walking home from school. Light had tennis practice that day so I was alone." I paused, trying to get all the details right without having to completely revisit the memory. "The street I was on was deserted. At the time I found it odd, but not necessarily suspicious." I fidgeted shutting my eyes shut, attempting to block out the visuals that were beginning to assault my mind. "They came in a van and just grabbed me right off the street. They didn't even stop the car."
A white van…doors flying open…hands grabbing…pulling me inside…
"I didn't struggle or scream. There wouldn't have been any point. They outnumbered me and no one else was around." I could feel L's worried gaze on me. He probably thought I was going to have a fit or something. "They blindfolded me and knocked me out with some sort of drug."
Harsh voices and hands…cloth roughly wrapped around my eyes…a rag shoved in my face it's smell dense and cloying…
"When I came to, I was some sort of basement. I didn't know where." My hands tightened around my knees, my nails digging into my legs despite the cloth barrier. "They took some pictures and sent them to my father. They wanted a ransom." My throat felt dry and I swallowed trying to rid myself of the sensation. "Being the upstanding citizen and police officer he is," my tone sounded harsh and mocking, "he refused. So they were forced to resort to…'other methods.'" I began to shake.
Burning stinging white hot pain…blood dripping down…screams echoing, no one answering…laughter…black…red…end it…end it…OH GOD PLEASE END IT!
"They tortured you," L muttered softly. I finally opened my eyes and faced him, his dark pair meeting my brown. I hung my head in shame.
"Yes, they did. They tortured me and filmed it and then sent it to my Goddamn father." I forced my trembling limbs to be still, and I drew a shuddering breath. "I thought I was going to die in there, but then another man came in." L started slightly, surprised by the new conviction in my tone. "At first I thought he was just going to hurt me more," I admitted a small bitter smile adorning my face, "but he surprised me. He cleaned me up, gave me food and water, and tended to my injuries as best as he could without alerting the others to his actions."
A soft gentle touch…water flowing down my parched throat…a soothing promise, one without pain…
"He told me he hadn't wanted any part in this, he had only agreed to keep the hostage, me, in one piece until the police could step in. I'm not going to tell you his name," I said firmly in response to the question I could feel L's mind forming. "I owe him that much. He wanted to remain anonymous then and now." L didn't push the matter. When I remained silent he gently prompted me,
"And then?" I shook my head softly, my brown tresses falling into my eyes.
"I don't remember much after that. I don't even know how long I was there. There were a few moments of clarity, but most of it blended together. I'm not sure if it was the drugs they kept giving me, or the lack of food or water, or even just my own subconscious trying to protect itself. Maybe it was a mix of all of the above." I hesitated, wondering if I should go any farther. There was one more memory, the last one before I was safe. It was this one that drove to have nightmares years after the event had taken place. It was something I had kept secret, not even revealing it to the confidential therapist Dad had hired. But L…he had a right to know.
"There's one last memory I have." I said hurriedly, afraid if the words didn't come pouring out now, I would back out. "The kidnappers were panicking for some reason. I think the police were on the way there. They were going to run; apparently survival even beat out money for these lowlifes." I began to shiver erratically. "They decided to leave a little present for the officers. Me, dead." My voice was shaking now too, though I was unsure if it was because my body's tremors jarring my voice, or if the past terror was buried that deeply into my psyche. "He, meaning the man who was protecting me, refused to go along with it. He wanted to stay with me and ensure that I got out." I forced out a harsh laugh. "You can imagine how that went."
"I can," he murmured. My eyes met his, conveying all the violence I had witnessed being unleashed on Tai without me having to explain it. I dropped my gaze.
"That's the last thing I remember before I woke up in the hospital. I had been out of it for three weeks due to the massive amount of drugs they put into my system and head trauma." I sighed softly. "It had been long enough." I closed my eyes in past resentment.
"Long enough for what exactly?" L inquired, his long fingers gripped his knees more tightly in agitation.
"Long enough for them to have had the trial without me and convict all the men involved." I admitted bitterly.
"Hmm….that seems unusually quick for a case of that nature. May I inquire as to what caused the accelerated process?" he deadpanned, obviously trying to keep his emotions in check, now that I appeared stable.
"My father pulled a few favors. And I'd be lying if I didn't say he would have done nearly anything to keep me out of that court room." He took in my angry expression, and took another sip of tea (the first in a while, at least I was more interesting than tea), processing this. He clearly wanted to say something, but was trying to phrase it correctly.
"May I inquire as to why this upsets you? Most citizens would be extremely relieved, if not grateful that their tormentors were behind bars." I gritted my teeth in frustration, furiously blinking back the tears that were threatening to make themselves known.
"Because it wasn't just my assailants they placed in prison, Ryuzaki," I said slowly, careful to enunciate every word.
"Then what was the cause of your…" he trailed off in understanding. "The man who helped you. The court convicted him as well. Despite his noble intentions they saw him as an accomplice," he deduced, proving once again his prowess as a detective.
"Yes they did." I answered. "They locked him away because he helped me. That was his great reward. The fact that he didn't resist arrest or attempt to off anyone didn't mean anything to them." L absorbed this new information with interest. He began putting more sugar into his tea for the umpteenth time today.
"You blame yourself," he said slowly, carefully observing my reaction. I visibly stiffened. "Because you were not conscious during the trial, you were unable to defend your protector, resulting in his imprisonment." I sagged in my chair. Why did L have to be so damned smart? He kept going, "So your desire to become apart of the police force stemmed from your desire to protect anyone from falling into this situation again, correct?"
"Do you really have to even ask?" I responded weakly. He considered this for a moment.
"No, but it is polite to at least pretend that I may be incorrect." This earned a small smile on my part.
"Oh? I didn't think you cared about small niceties like politeness," I shot back, surprising him with my rapid recovery. He, for lack of a better word, grinned like some humanoid form of the Cheshire Cat.
"Normally," I snorted at his choice of words, he smiled again, amused at my reaction, "you would be correct. However, on occasion I find it beneficial to engage in some form of manners." He reached forward lifting off the cover of a dish, revealing a large strawberry cake lying beneath it.
"Beneficial to who, exactly?" I asked, immensely enjoying our banter. L delicately cut a generous portion of the cake and lowered it on to a plate.
"Hmmm, mainly to yourself. I attempted to be polite to reward you for your earlier deductions. This also is a sign of my respect, something that is quite hard to earn." He looked me in the eye. "Though you seemed to have gained it in only a matter of minutes." I ignored the serious implications of his statement.
"Does this respect extend to you cutting me a slice of cake?" I inquired teasingly. He looked at me and then at the cake. He repeated the cycle several times, before answering.
"Mm, no. I don't believe I'm willing to part with any of my cake," he said before promptly sticking his own fork into the mass of sugar on his plate. My jaw dropped in amazement. L was….teasing me? He hadn't initiated it, but still he was teasing me. Or was he attempting to cheer me up? Either option was flattering, though the second one seemed more likely. During my mental ramblings L had cut another slice of cake for me. Albeit a much smaller piece, but still a piece. He placed the plate in front of me and took a large bite of his own slice.
"Thank you," I said sincerely and he glanced up at my tone. He swallowed the bite he had been chewing on.
"Not at all," he answered stiffly. I wondered if he was embarrassed by his concern. We ate in silence for a few moments. It wasn't awkward exactly, just slightly on edge. We both knew I hadn't been thanking him just for the cake.
"Umm, can I ask you a question?"
"You may ask me a question; however I may choose not to answer." Such a diplomatic response.
"Why did you bring me to this room?" He blinked. Apparently he hadn't been expecting such a simple inquiry.
"May, I ask what brought this on?"
"You can," I replied, mocking his earlier correction of my grammar. He smirked, and waited for my answer. When I stayed silent his smirk grew wider.
"What brought this on?" he finally questioned.
"I simply noticed you brought the other investigators to a room in a different direction," I explained. "It didn't mean anything. Though have you noticed you have a habit of answering a question with a question?"
"It is the best form of distracting the other party from their original question. If that fails I resort to a vague answer."
"And if that fails?" I asked, eyebrows raised, thoroughly intrigued.
"Then I call security," he said nonchalantly, bringing another bite of cake up to his lips. I simply stared for a few moments, before he quirked an eyebrow at my expression. "I am joking of course. Though it might have been made in poor taste," he admitted like an after thought.
"Well, I couldn't be a hundred percent sure if you were kidding. And if you weren't and I laughed I doubt you would have taken it very well." He nodded in agreement. "And besides, you are avoiding the question."
"I was wondering when you were going to realize it. I brought you to this room, instead of the room I interviewed the other investigators in because it was my bedroom." That definitely wasn't what I had in mind. "I did not find it appropriate for your interview to be conducted in such an environment. Your father also appreciated the gesture." That was actually extremely considerate of him. While I hadn't had any worries of him trying anything, it was still nice to know he didn't lack all social skills. Just most of them.
"So you brought me here instead. To a padded cell of your own creation," I murmured softly, remembering my past thoughts on how he most likely ostracized himself from the rest of society. He started softly upon hearing this, bringing his thumb to his mouth.
"That is a fairly accurate description of my lifestyle," he mused. I suddenly realized the implications of what I said.
"OH! Sorry! I meant…um….uh" A knock at the door interrupted my floundering. L frowned. Automatically, I got to my feet to answer the door. "Matsuda?" I asked in surprise. If anyone had been checking up on me I would have expected it to be Dad. I took in his sad expression, with a touch of sympathy? Why was he sympathetic towards me? "Matsuda?" I questioned urgently. "What is it?" L hearing my distress got to his feet. Matsuda opened his mouth to explain, but thinking better of it, wordlessly held out my phone.
"I requested you to leave turn off any communication devices, Rei-san." The san was added for Matsuda's benefit. I could hear the disapproval in his tone.
"I did," I answered slightly defensive, "It must be an emergency." I accepted the small device from Matsuda and brought it up to my ear. "Hello?"
"Rei?" A panicked voice asked. "Rei is that you?"
"Shou?" I answered in recognition. "What is it? What's wrong?" Shou hesitated.
"It's…Tai."
"What's wrong with Tai?" I demanded. "Shou?" he remained silent. "Shou? ANSWER ME DAMN IT!"
"Rei…I'm so sorry…but…he's dead." I could feel ice creeping through my veins.
"Dead," I whispered, whirling to face L. His previously irritated face had become expressionless once more. "How?" I managed to choke out. "How? Tell me how damn it" There was no more fire in my voice. "How?" I pleaded again, already knowing the answer.
"A heart attack," Shou said softly. I crumpled to the ground. Matsuda made a move to help me up, But L held out his arm, wordlessly restraining him.
"No," I said softly hoping that if I denied it, it would stop being true. "He promised me. I made him swear to be careful. He promised nothing would happen to him," I explained wildly, my voice steadily going up a few octaves. "I made him promise, so why is he dead?" I kept repeating that one phrase, it was my one lifeline. If I stopped saying that, time would start again and I'd be forced to face it.
"Rei…Rei I'm so sorry. He was great guy." I finally ceased my insane mantra. "Rei? Are you still there?"
"Yeah," I answered weakly. "I'm still here."
"There's going to be a funeral." I didn't say anything, though I could tell he knew I was listening. "It's going to be two days from now. I figured you'd want to know." I sighed softly brushing my hair back from my face.
"Thank you for telling me," I responded, my voice low with grief.
"And Rei? I really am sorry," the ever smiling security guard repeated again.
"I know you are Shou, thank you." I ended the call, unable to take any more apologies. I handed the phone back to Matsuda. "Thank you, for bringing me the phone."
"I thought you would have wanted to know right away," the brown eyed man explained.
"You were right." I gave him my best attempt at a smile, which came out as a pained grimace. The young officer nodded and left to rejoin the rest of the task force. I mutely returned to my seat. A newspaper on the table caught my attention. I opened it, scanning the various articles and pieces searching for the one that had caused my friends untimely demise. Upon finding it the paper fell from my loose grip. I buried my face in my hands. I could feel the numbness creeping back, and I resisted my instinct to go back, to remember all of it.
The world was a sick place, I observed somewhere in the back of my mind. And whoever was in charge had one hell of a sense of humor. Wait until someone's finally opened up, and then strike a devastating blow, like a wound finally beginning to heal, and then reopen it with twice the pain you experienced the first time. Maybe it was karma. Was this my punishment for not saving Tai the first time? Or was it for all the little things I'd done over the years, mixed to a boiling point? It didn't really matter. All I knew was that I felt numb and raw and far too exposed for my liking. Vulnerable. Something I rarely felt when awake anymore. Any form of that feeling was saved for the nightmares I had every time I dared to close my eyes.
I heard a soft crinkling coming from my right. L must be reading the article. To my surprise when I opened my eyes he was sitting next to me. I inhaled, not even daring to breathe out; afraid if I made any acknowledgement to his close proximity to me he would retreat once more. I needed contact right now. Or at the very least the presence of someone. Anyone really. That I had ended up being with the world's greatest detective was of little consequence. He was still another person, despite all his little word games and mannerisms he used to pretend otherwise.
He fidgeted slightly, as though debating what to do. His fingers twitched in agitation, revealing that I had been correct. I simply watched, still not daring to exhale, lest I break whatever spell he was under. Finally, very slowly and hesitantly his hand moved and settled to rest in the small of my back. His touch was very delicate. He obviously was trying to comfort me to the best of his ability, without either of us feeling awkward. I just sat there and let him, soaking up all the comfort I needed from his one frail touch. Once my breathing calmed he drew his hand back as slowly as he had placed it. Like he was testing to see if I would stay stable. We sat for a few more moments in silence.
"Ryuzaki?" I finally croaked out, my voice hoarse from suppressed tears
"Yes, Rei," he answered
"Why do people apologize when someone dies?" He stood up, deciding to sit back in his own chair, when my arm shot up, almost of its own accord, clamping firmly around his thin wrist. "Please, stay," I whispered. He sat down again and rubbed my hand soothingly with his thumb. I released my vice like grip on his arm.
"I believe it is a sign of sympathy or empathy. They are apologizing that you no longer can see this person or be able interact with them ever again. They regret the sorrow you feel for this person."
"You explain it so eloquently," I muttered, rubbing the back of my hand over my eyes in attempt to remove any excess moisture from them.
"Your reason for the question?" he asked, actually allowing his voice to lilt at the end of the phrase, marking it as a real question, not a command.
"I just…don't like it," I said lamely. "It makes it sound like they're sorry for the pain you have from knowing this person, and that if you didn't know them you wouldn't be sad." I struggled to get my meaning across. "It's like they're saying you would have been better off and happier not knowing them. Do you understand what I'm saying?" he stared at me owlishly, with some sort of emotion in his eyes.
"Yes," he replied gently, his voice filled with past grief. "Yes, I do understand." We didn't say anything after that. There was no need to. Once L decided I was composed enough, we got to our feet to rejoin the other members of the task force. I stood in the doorway of the room wanting to say one last thing.
"Ryuzaki?"
"Yes, Rei?" He didn't seem bothered by how much I addressed him.
"Thank you."
"For what exactly are you thanking me?" He asked his voice gradually losing the little emotion he had shown to me, slipping back into his previous role as a polite stranger.
"For not saying sorry." I walked past his frozen form, and left him behind.
~L's POV~
I was perched on one of the many armchairs that adorned the hotel room, shoveling ice cream into my mouth with what could be described as a reckless abandon. The task force had left a few moments earlier, so I didn't need to fear their reaction towards my slightly animalistic behavior. I needed sugar. Watari brought in three cakes, their flavor hardly registering with me as I went about fueling my brain. Watari merely observed me with a small smile on his face. He was obviously pleased, with the current object of my thoughts. Rei Yagami.
I frowned in irritation at the problem she now posed. It wasn't the possibility of her being the murderer we pursued; a few minutes alone with her had certainly proven her innocence, if anything. It was the fact I had been genuinely interested in her; to the point that I had actually felt compelled to comfort the girl and let some of my own long since repressed emotions slip through my stoic mask. And to make matters even more aggravating, Watari was happy, no ecstatic, at the turn things had taken. It was only a matter of time before he asked when the wedding was and how many children we wanted to have.
"Ryuzaki?" Just as I suspected, though I had been exaggerating when I mentioned a wedding and future offspring.
"Yes, Watari?" I answered in my usual monotone voice (even I recognize that it is monotonous), careful to make myself sound thoroughly uninterested.
"I am curious to know your opinion of Rei." I repressed a sigh. I quickly went over all the things I could say, without sounding as intrigued as I was.
"She was a very astute investigator. She managed to predict that the fourth note I had created was indeed a fake. She respected all my limits and didn't press me for any details about myself unlike the other investigators. She didn't hold back any information and was willing to play along with my tests and games, though I didn't extend the same courtesy towards her. She seems like a fine upstanding young women," I listed carelessly. Mentally cursing myself for the slipup, I added, "However her emotions fluctuated so quickly, I am surprised I have not contracted whiplash." Watari chuckled at both my blunder and attempt to belittle the praise I gave her.
"You should consider that a high honor."
"Honor, Watari?" I questioned dully, eating more cake.
"Rei is not usually so free with her emotions. It means she must trust you absolutely," Watari explained. I made a small noncommittal noise. Watari ignored it and continued on. "I would like for you to be careful with her, Ryuzaki." Watari wanted me to be careful with her? "She doesn't deserve your normal treatment of the other investigators. She's much more fragile then she appears." My thoughts flickered to her near breakdown.
"I have managed to deduce that much on my own," I replied. "She seemed quite lost at the knowledge her friend had fallen victim to Kira." I recalled her collapse to the floor. "However she recovered very quickly." I tried very hard not to remember the moment of understanding we shared. The feeling of our hands touching…
No. I was not going to allow myself to become one of those males who became distracted whenever a female walked into the room. It was not acceptable. Being inexperienced was no excuse. I would have to guard myself much more carefully around her. I could not allow any sort of relationship beyond being coworkers exist. I would speak to her at the bare minimum. Avoid being alone with her. Yes, those precautions should work. I couldn't afford to become any more interested than I already was, and unfortunately that was quite a bit.
This posed another problem. How to sate my curiosity. I needed another chance to observe her, hopefully undetected…. Hmmm, she was going to the funeral in two days. That would give Watari ample time to install cameras and would give me an opportunity to scrutinize her behavior while she was unaware.
"Watari," I barked out suddenly.
"Yes, Ryuzaki?"
"Please determine the location of the funeral Rei will be attending and place camera's allowing me to monitor her actions," I instructed beginning to play with the food in front of me.
"Of course, Ryuzaki," Watari complied, though I could sense his disapproval at my decision. I bit on my thumb nail broodingly. I would solve the enigma that was Rei Yagami. And I would do it on my own terms.
~Light's POV~
I smirked widely and lay down on my bed. My arms were behind my head and I stretched like a satisfied cat. A very smug cat. Ryuk took in my pleased appearance with more than a little curiosity.
"Why the hell are you so happy, Light," Ryuk asked, ripping off chunks of the apple I had given him with his teeth.
"Do you even really care, Ryuk?" I questioned, raising an eyebrow at the shinigami. "You're usually so indifferent to the reasons behind my emotions."
"Yeah, but your smiling is starting to creep me out," replied the seven foot tall death god, shoving the final remains of the apple into his oversized ever moving mouth. I shrugged the comment off; I wasn't going to let my mood be spoiled by some supernatural apple junkie.
"I've just finally realized how good it feels to use the death note for personal vendettas, Ryuk," I answered vaguely.
"You talking about those FBI agents?" I sighed at his stupidity.
"Do you even read what I write in the death note?" I accused, my rush fading despite my will to ignore Ryuk's idiocy.
"Nah, I told ya, it's more interesting if I don't." I shook my head. I hated people like this, never willing to look for answers themselves.
"Then I'm not going to bother explaining it," I countered, ending the discussion.
"Whatever, Light-o," Ryuk said. I rolled my eyes at his need to have the last word, before turning my attention back to the cause of my high.
The death of my sister's tormentors. It had been a long enough gap between gaining the possession of the death note for me to end the lives of the miserable men who had thought to hurt Rei, without anyone making the connection to their deaths and past involvement with my family. And even if it did raise some suspicion towards me, it wouldn't be a hundred percent absolute because I hadn't killed the men until the article with their names and faces had been published, meaning even if I wasn't Kira they would have still been targeted. It was like fate. I couldn't wait to see the look on Rei's face when she learned of their demise.
~Author's Note~
Well that cleared some things up now didn't it? L and Light are morons. You finally meet a girl whom you might be able to have a halfway decent relationship with, and that's just going with the friends curve for now, and you decide it's a good idea to watch her cry over her dead friend. Real classy L. And then there's Light, who ends up killing said friend. Though that is slightly Rei's fault. Nobody but Mr. Yagami knows she visited Tai.
L still does not know Tai is the one who saved her. That is why he just asked for the funeral she was attending to be bugged. Yes, the article had Tai's name and face in it, but L couldn't match him up with being Rei's protector with one hundred percent certainty, so he just asked Watari to do it instead of being bothered by it.
I realize I have not yet explained Rei's mentioned freak out from chapter one. It is coming. I promise you. It gets explained once L decides to monitor the Yagami household. So very soon. At the earliest two more chapters. At the very latest in four.
I find it ironic I was eating an apple during Light's part.
This chapter absolutely refused to be written. It nearly took me two weeks. I don't really have an excuse either. I didn't have writer's block. I knew exactly what I wanted to happen; it just didn't want to come out. I feel like a mom going through labor…not really.
I'm gonna be L for Halloween! I'm so excited. I'm doing everything. Wig, makeup, chest bindings, the whole shebang. I'm even bordering on finding cake patterned boxers.
I have homework for all of you! I am unsure if I eventually want to have an L meets the Yagami family chapter. If I do have one it's going to take place during the handcuff arc. I already have an excuse for the handcuffs so the Yagami's won't be weirded out. So I would like to hear from you guys if you'd like to have the chapter or not. I'm not asking you just to review with to answer that, but if you are planning on reviewing then it would be awesome if you could give some feedback on the issue.
Now time to respond to my wonderful reviewers!
gnarley-: I'm so glad you don't really talk like that. If you did I would die. And thank you! I'm glad they seem like a believable couple. It makes me really happy. I could probably say more, but I'm using this to procrastinate writing chapter nine….haha so I better be brief!
snowXgem: I find L shooting the task force adorable and sexy. No one uses that speech anymore? I think it's really important. It shows how much L is already in Light's head. 12 was a random number. It was probably more like nine, but twelve sounded better. Light is basically a giant toddler, I just thought Rei should point that out. Mello is another toddlerish character for me. Haha L would fail at motivational speaking, but if he just stayed quite and smiled at me I bet I would write more in a desperate effort to please him. Ah yes, Light is constantly underestimating L. So when L shows him the suicide notes he falls into a trap which I felt Light could have probably foreseen. However Rei acknowledges L for the mega genius he is, so she caught it. Now I desperately want that brand of blush. Did you know there is a perfume called L? It uses the right font and everything. I think it's from Gwen Stefani's line or something. I'm glad you think L is in character, well as in character as he possibly could be for a LXOC story. I'll try not to explode, though I might sometime in January when Kuroshitsuji comes out in English. I now love your cat. I wish I had a cat. I would name it Zombie or Belzenef.
Sesshomarus-demoness20: I don't think he got the message….oh wells. And normally my grammar does fail, but that's kinda on purpose. XD. Thanks for the well wishes! I'll do my bestest! (see?)
EvaUnderworld: Ooooooh! You're writing a story? I must look at it! I'm glad it's L and OC. I personally don't think there are enough of those out there. I also rock back and forth like a mental patient. But that's usually when I don't get emails. For some reason I really like getting emails. While I don't necessarily like L and Light yaoi, I don't really have a problem with the couple. It depends on how it is presented. For example when people are just like, "Well they did *insert word of choice* because of hormones and built up tension and stuff." No that is not gonna cut it. Most people fail at it anyway. It also helps that I wanna kill Light.
Ailia Sparrowhawk: Thanks for the warning! I'm gonna have Rei miss something in chapter nine? I think… This was my thought process with your name. Ailia Sparrowhawk=Captain Jack Sparrow=Johnny Depp.
: Thanks! It is hard to make sure Rei doesn't end up overshadowing L in the intelligence area. Hence my insecurities about her becoming a Marysue. That is why I abuse the heck out of her. XD. That is my usuall anti-Marysue campaign. I apologize if your name doesn't show up. I don't know why it does that...
Rat300: It made me smile just writing it. L being awkward is so adorable. You get to die your hair blue? Lucky…when I was little I wanted to die my hair black. It's funny cause I have so many freckles. I would have looked awkward. Haha your brother sounds like Sasuke.
ztarstrukk: I'm glad you loved it! Here is the next installment!
EvilPurpleCookiePenkeyMonguin: I have become a "you people!" My life is now complete. Love the name btw. Evil purple cookie monkey and penguin hybrids FTW!
RenKun-Sensei: Since I have yet to be attacked by a Chibi Light, I guess I updated soon enough. That was close…for the Chibi Light anyway. I bought some pointy knives just for him….
Mega – Chan: You reviewed again! YAY! Mr. Whitmore understands nothing. Some girl on our literary analysis response put, "It was made after WWII," for a detail on Fahrenheit 451. His response? "So? So was I." Touché, Mr. Whitmore, touché….
Hikari-Suzume: Haha I know right? You hate suspense when you're reading, but love to use it to mess with your readers.
Lt. Sarcasm: You guessed right….wow. The first one was the right guess by the way. Though a hamster stopping global warming would have been cool. Phew! I'm glad L is being written correctly. Why so serious? Bad joke. I should have said, "No need to be so serious either." (Referring to the scene where Misa asks Light to sleep with her). Hope this update stops your memory loss! Though if you relinquish ownership of your death note I doubt this will fix it.
cutepenname: It's more like being temporarily removed from reality then memory loss, but yes. That gets explained hopefully in chapter ten or eleven. Misa and Rei will be fun to write. Though Misa's third person will be annoying. Have you noticed L practically speaks in third person? He says everyone else's name an awful lot. I like the name it is clever! I just realized that my name could mean that I want to catch Light. That is a cool thing, but not what I originally had in mind. Do you know if you rearrange Raito Yagami you get "I am a gay riot?" it's true! Try it!