The Reading Kind: Sierra has told me to tell you that you're amazing too. c:
'Autistic, random, sweet-loving panda genius,' eh? Beautiful description. Truly beautiful. I'm just glad I got you laugh, dear reader~ I like making people laugh...or at least smile. c: It's nice.
Sam and Natalie really have changed, haven't they? It's rather hard not to after reaching the final step... It's actually kinda sad, really...
The Bond of hate will come when it will come... but don't get your hopes up for it, because it may be a little while. I don't think BB wants to necessarily kill L and Sam... It would defeat the purpose of beating L if L were dead. He just tried to kill Sam in the previous story because he knew it wouldn't kill L and he would have loved to see what would happen if half of a Bond were to die... See what would happen if L were torn in half...
It's safe to be scared for Light and Natalie. After all, they are acting as Kira, and someone has to win at the end of all of this...
I cannot sleep with the television on for the life of me. I don't even have a TV in my room. Heck, I don't even watch TV. xD Ah well. I feel so bad for that cookie cake, though. Poor, poor, soiled cookie cake.

BB: Okay... I'm going to be honest and say I was still imagining B talking through that whole paragraph... I don't even... xD You seem like a nice person. I'd randomly give you a hug for sure~
...Back to talking to BB.
Well...gosh. Thank you very much. But of course I don't think you're a heartless creature. I really do like you and wish I could just give you a nice hug.
A collection of Barbie dolls, eh? Well, killing such things can help with stress, that's true, haha. I don't doubt you have a wonderful singing voice, dear BB. In fact, I'd love to hear you sing, haha.
Of course! Real-Life Sam's favorite BOTDF song is 'P.L.U.R.' She loves the last two you mentioned as well; 'Revenge Porn' and 'Don't Want To Be Like You.' She'd actually like to know if you like Breathe Carolina, Asking Alexandria, or Bring Me The Horizon, if you don't mind her asking~ I'd actually like to say right now that I absolutely love both Black Veil Brides and Falling In Reverse, so...yay. I love you. I just thought I'd let you know that. You're just amazing.
Good luck with...not snapping my neck? Haha, thank you, I think. And of course I like your German. I love that language... Sie erhalten einen herzlichen Empfang.
(...I don't actually speak German, sadly... ...As you may be able to assume. But I'd love to learn. Aha.)

Reader: Ah, yes. If you'll notice, every part of this story is technically from Natalie's point of view, because she is the writer. However, the story still changes frames of mind from her to BB to Sam, et cetera, et cetera... So...sorry for confusing you, though...
Blarg, thank you very much. I wish you luck on yours as well~

Aizawa set a file down on his desk, then looked all of us: Light, Matsuda, Ide, Mogi, and I. "There's a new case open, and we'll be working on that as well as the Mello case," he informed us.

"What sort of case is it?" Matsuda asked, happy to be on a new job. The Mello case really wasn't getting anywhere.

"It's a murder that was in an alley off of Omotesandou," Aizawa explained, circling his desk so he could face us from behind it.

I nodded. From Light's knowledge, I knew Omotesandou was a district in the Minato and Shibuya wards of Tokyo; an avenue and neighborhood known for its shopping.

"The victim was Sayuri Sakamoto," Aizawa continued, and my breath caught in my throat.

Sayuri Sakamoto? But that was Sam's old alias from back when L hadn't faked his death yet. It couldn't be…. It had to be a coincidence. Yes, of course, that could only be it. Why would they call her by her old alias anyhow? Besides, I'd seen her just last night. I hadn't looked in her room that morning, but that didn't mean she wasn't in it….

Despite this logic, I was looking anxiously down at the photographs that Aizawa was showing us. It wasn't Sam. I released the breath I didn't know I was holding. She had brown hair, true, but it was straight, layered, and fluffy. Plus, she had a red streak. And... now that I looked closer, it almost looked like she was wearing a wig. She was wearing a necklace, from what I could see, and a lot of bracelets. She wore a shirt that said simply I heart Tokyo, only the 'heart' was actually a picture of a red heart. She held a piece of paper in her left hand….

But Light's attention was set on something else, and so I decided to look at what he was. Above her was writing in blood.

Watashi wa Kira desu.

I could feel a sick sort of feeling in my throat. A fierce anger; no… contempt? Is that the right word? Typically, it was more from Light than me, but I can't truly say it wasn't from me, too…. How dare this unworthy scum call himself Kira? He was a killer himself, of who seemed to be a completely innocent young woman…. Yes, this fool needed to be caught. Maybe Kira himself could get the job done….

"'I am Kira?'" Matsuda read.

"This killer's crazy," Ide said, shaking his head.

"Yeah," Matsuda agreed. "The public won't be happy with this…."

"Is this why we're doing this case, instead of the people on homicide?" Light asked, looking up from the picture at last to shift his gaze to Aizawa.

Aizawa nodded. "You five are known within the force as the task force, and it's known you all work well together. So, whenever a task force is needed for a case, typically I'll call upon you. That is, of course, unless you don't fit the requirements."

"Was the homicide team already at the crime scene?" asked Light.

Aizawa nodded. "Yes, and they already cleaned up the body."

"What is she holding in her hand?" I asked, pointing to the picture.

"Right," said Aizawa, and pulled out another picture from the file. "It was a map of Tokyo." On the desk, he laid out a picture of a crinkled up map of Tokyo, as he had said it was. "She was a tourist from a different part of Japan."

"Uh, what's that smudge there?" Matsuda asked, pointing to a grey mark in the Akihabara district.

Aizawa shrugged. "A shadow, maybe, or a glitch in the camera." He laid down another picture. "On the back of it there was a note."

I eyed it, surprised to find it was in English.

They're wrong. It's not just a sickness in me, there's a sickness in society. That's what I think.
But I'm looking forward to spending my time in Tokyo! I know there's not much time left, but if I die here, this note is my memoir of happiness. I never kept a journal, but I always wanted to go to Tokyo. This should be fine. But this is only the beginning. I'll travel all around, to see everything I can. I'll try something new; maybe go to a costume café. My friend told me those were fun. Maybe I'll meet a cute guy along the way. A dying girl still has her small pleasures.
But it's friends and family that are most important in the long run. I am young. I wanted a family. But in the end, what I have is all I need in these last bits of life. Remember this, to those who actually read this. Those close to you become a part of you; they're like your other half. You can't live without them. Don't take them for granted, and enjoy life.
~Sayuri

"Ugh… English is so annoying…," Matsuda mumbled. "Why'd she write in another language?"

"She mentions dying," Ide points out, his index finger indicating the word 'die.'

"She also mentions sickness," Light added. "Is there any idea what she's talking about, when she says 'the sickness in me'?"

"This note kinda gives me the creeps," Matsuda commented weakly.

"You've held the Death Note in your hands, and this gives you the creeps?" Ide asked him skeptically.

"Uh…."

"To answer your question, Light," Aizawa came in, "records show that Sakamoto was a cancer patient due to die within the next few months. She probably wanted to go to Tokyo before her time was up."

"That would explain why she's writing as if she knows she's going to die," I said with a nod.

"Well, that's too bad, then," said Matsuda, rubbing the back of his head. "She's meant to die soon and she ends up killed by some murderer."

"Are there any suspects yet?" asked Mogi.

Aizawa shook his head.

"Alright," said Matsuda, getting pumped up despite the fact moments before he'd been slightly unnerved and sympathetic. "Who's doing what?"

"Mogi," Aizawa commanded with authority, "you can go more in-depth into Sakamoto's background."

Mogi nodded.

"Light and Ide, you can go to the crime scene to see if you can find anything that homicide didn't catch."

"Right," said Ide, while Light nodded.

"Natalie and Matsuda, you will interview her twin sister, who she was staying with while she was in Tokyo. They were travelling together."

"Got it!" Matsuda chirped as Aizawa handed him the address on a slip of paper, while I smiled in acknowledgement. But despite the smile, I was shifting uncomfortably in the knowledge Light and I would be in separate groups. It wasn't so much that I would miss him, it was only the fact that I knew I worked best when he was at my side. I blamed the Bond. Since we worked together, we relied upon our daily little piece of contact to ensure we wouldn't be affected by the restlessness. It was, perhaps, because of this that I didn't have much of a tolerance for being away for too long. I wasn't used to it.

Light, of course, noticed my slight unease, and gripped my hand for but a moment and squeezed reassuringly before releasing it immediately after and turning to follow Ide out the door. I smiled despite myself as Matsuda led me enthusiastically in our own direction. Looking down at the slip of paper Aizawa had given him, he beamed at me. "We get to go up to Akasaka! Have you been there yet?"

"Yes," I answered without thinking, then looked back to see if I was right. "…No." No, that had been Light, not me. Stupid half-merged subconscious. Wait. "Yes," I said again, tilting my head to the side. I was beginning to confuse myself.

Matsuda laughed lightly as we headed out of the main room and into the hallway, where the vending machine and the elevator were. We had obviously come for the latter. "Well, actually, I realize now that was a stupid question. That guy Mello killed back in March, remember that? When you were almost hit by that truck, but Light saved you? Yeah, that was in Akasaka."

"Oh," I remarked. "I tend to not pay attention to my surroundings." But Light did. He knew that, I didn't, but now I knew….

He laughed again. "I think all of us could tell that by now, Natsumi!"

I chuckled weakly. "Yeah, that's true…." I felt myself relaxing as we waited in the elevator. Matsuda just knew how to do that to people… unless you were someone like Aizawa. For now, being Kira didn't matter as much. We were just two detectives on a new case, that was all.

"That's one of your quirks," Matsuda said, stepping out of the elevator. I followed suit.

"Yes," I agreed. "I have listening problems and don't pay attention. Then you're the lovable goofball that tends to cause trouble."

I got a weak laugh in response. "And then L…" – he glanced at someone standing at the desk – "…er… Ryuuzaki has all of his weird mannerisms." He made a gesture with his hands, as if to demonstrate.

"Then Near has his toys and his hair," I smiled, giving my hair a little twirl to make my point. I was enjoying this little game.

"Mello has his chocolate."

"Matt has his video games."

"Light has…." Matsuda paused. We were waiting to cross the street now. "What quirks does Light have?"

"His thinking position," I pointed out, then demonstrated by putting one hand to my chin and the other to the opposite arm's elbow. "Or," I added, getting out of the position as we began to cross the street, "his mask."

"His mask?" Matsuda repeated.

I nodded. "He keeps his emotions hidden well. He seems emotionless sometimes, but he's still got all his emotions. He just doesn't show them; kinda like L." I shrugged. "It's a habit at this point."

"Huh."

"Then there's his stubborn nature which he gets from his dad, or his inclination towards justice. He's thoughtful; that can define him well, at times. His intellect is a bit of a quirk in its own right. Oh, and you can't forget his confidence."

Matsuda chuckled. "Figures you'd know most about Light, huh?"

I rolled my eyes. "It's only because we're mind synced."

"Well," he conceded, tilting his head, "a lot of those quirks you mentioned weren't as noticeable as, say, holding a document as though it were diseased."

I laughed at that. "You mean like Ryuuzaki does?"

"Yeah…."

I nodded, still smiling. "Yeah, the Wammy kids tend to have very prominent quirks."

He blinked. "I guess you're right…."

We got into Matsuda's car, having already reached the NPA building's parking lot, and drove on in silence towards Akasaka. "What's Akasaka like?" I asked him, despite the fact I already knew from Light's knowledge. "You seemed so excited."

Matsuda shrugged, thankfully keeping his eyes on the road. "It's got its clubs and restaurants and hotels."

I quirked an eyebrow. "So is this where you go when you go out drinking, then?"

He laughed. "You got me there!" He paused, allowing his laughter to die down a little before he added, "But I only do that every once in a while."

"Well, that's good," I remarked. I tilted my head slightly, not wanting the conversation to die. "Where exactly is Akasaka?"

"It's up north a ways…. Well, you remember Aoyama?"

I nodded. "Where you and Light went in search of the second Kira. Where Misa met Light."

"…When you put it together like that, it makes it sound like…." He shook his head. "Never mind. Well, Aoyama is right next to Akasaka. It's just east of Aoyama, actually. And, if you remember, back at New Year's, Akasaka was where the CD Grand Prix was held. You remember that?"

"Oh yeah! When Near kidnapped Misa and Mogi!" I laughed. "How could I forget?"

"Maybe you're just forgetful?" he suggested, smiling along with me.

"Oh, yeah, I already knew that," I replied, and giggled. We lapsed into silence again, and I could tell that Matsuda, for once, was thinking serious thoughts. People misinterpret him too often. Sometimes people – like Aizawa or L, for example – thought he was all idiocy with no knowledge. He had his smarts, and he had his serious moments.

"Natsumi?" he said eventually.

"Yeah, Matsuda?" I responded, at ease. I knew he'd ask something serious, but it wasn't like he suspected us of being Kira. Or rather, me.

"Did L ever thank you?"

I looked at him. "What do you mean?"

"For saving him. Did he ever thank you?"

I thought about it a moment. "Well, no, not directly, but that's just the way he is."

"Right…. Did Light?"

"The moment he pieced it together, yes."

He still kept his eyes on the road, but I could see his eyes losing their bright, innocent shine. "And you knew throughout the whole case exactly what would happen? When and how people would die? You grew close to them knowing they could die at that time?"

"I grew close to them knowing I could save them at that time," I replied.

There was a pause. "…I almost killed Light at the warehouse," he said eventually, his hands tightening on the steering wheel. "You stopped me. I almost… I almost shot Light right in the head." His grip tightened further, his knuckles going white. "It makes me sick knowing I wanted to kill him at that time. And then… he'd be dead, and…." He shook his head slightly. "Thank you. For stopping me."

My gaze softened. "Matsuda, you wouldn't have killed him even if I hadn't acted. Me yelling, 'You'll kill him,' was just me being freaked out. Ide and Aizawa would have stopped you otherwise. If everything had gone as it should have, Ryuk would have been the one to kill him."

Matsuda's gaze flicked to me, then back to the road. "Even if I didn't kill him, in any circumstance, I still would have driven him to his death." His eyes darkened. "Didn't you see him, after I'd shot him? He was…. It was the bullets I shot that broke him. I broke him…." He swallowed. "It makes me sick, seeing him that far gone; he…. I pushed him farther than he could go, at that warehouse, and I… I would have…." I could see his hands were shaking he was gripping the steering wheel so hard. "I've never had any killer intent. But… against Light… knowing I…." He closed his eyes for a moment, squeezing them shut, but opened them again so we wouldn't crash into something. "I was shooting in a red haze. I wanted so badly to kill him. I wanted to shoot him, end it all, watch him die for all he did. There was no second thoughts. I just—wanted him—dead." He swallowed again. "It makes me feel sick. I hate myself for the fact I actually…."

"Matsuda," I interrupted, "it's okay. Light did bad things; it's only human to want him dead."

"Did you see Aizawa waving his gun around, wanting to blow Light's brains out?" he asked. His voice was tight, and slightly higher than normal. "Aizawa's the one with the temper!"

"One of the things to fear in the world is the anger of a gentle man. You were closest to Light, and you had firmly believed in his innocence. To know that he'd been lying all that time, to know that he'd let his father die, to know that it had been him all along… it only makes sense that you were the one to break and act on the fuel of the need for vengeance. Aizawa had his doubts. Ide wasn't as close to Light, and neither was Mogi. The SPK had only just met him. Near had an abnormal amount of self-control, and wanted only to catch him so he could leave him in a cell to rot and die." I felt an edge of bitterness creeping into my tone as I spoke of Near, but realized it and returned to a calm and soothing low pitch. "Not only that," I said, "but in doing what you did, you saved Near's life. Light almost killed Near, but you stopped him. Did you know he only needed to write one more letter?"

His eyes clouded. "Maybe I did the first time. What about the second time? I couldn't save Near then. You remember at the SPK headquarters, when everyone was shooting at him at the same time? Mine was the bullet that missed. I couldn't do it again, and… and maybe if…."

"You're only human," I pointed out. "And besides, Near's fine. He's alive, isn't he? Don't regret it."

"…I guess…," Matsuda agreed grudgingly.

"If it makes you feel any better, Light doesn't resent you for it," I added. "Actually, knowing who he was, he's glad you took action back at the warehouse."

"…Thank you," he replied softly.

Silence blanketed us again as we drove, each of us lost in our own thoughts. Thinking back again, I found myself feeling sick again, too, just thinking about the Yellow Box, especially since now I could see it from Light's point of view. I could feel his pain, and my hand unconsciously rubbed my wrist where Light had first been shot, even though there was no scar there. We didn't blame Matsuda, we really didn't, but sometimes we'd look back and frown, gazing with accusing eyes at the memory of him. It was the ghost of a feeling that told us he was a fool, and there was this apparition of bitterness that came up every so often. Like it was the old Light's emotions fighting to resurface. But they never truly did, and so Matsuda remained innocent in our eyes. Idiotic sometimes, perhaps, but not guilty of murder. Matsuda wasn't the murderer. The old Light was. And we were the martyrs.

It was that out-of-place whisper from neither of us that was chuckling bitterly at Matsuda's confession. 'He feels sorry, does he?' it said. 'He deserves regret, just as Near deserves to die.' But of course it wasn't exactly heard by either of us, either, and the whisper passed by, unnoticed and forgotten. It was never there; a fleeting thought that was discarded immediately. The old Light didn't exist anymore….

Matsuda took a sudden intake of breath. "I said sorry for shooting Light, didn't I?" he asked fretfully. "I'm such an idiot! Tell him I say sorry through your head, will you?"

"Uh…."

"Damn, how could I forget something like that?!"

"Message received," I said, "but you did say sorry…."

"I did?" he asked, then sighed, relieved. "Well, that's good….." I was glad to see he was getting his lively nature back rather quickly. "Have you ever been to Akihabara?"

"Um, no." Light's knowledge informed me that was another district of Tokyo, with shops specifically for any otaku, or 'geek' in the Japanese language. It had tons of anime and manga and video games…. Oh, and cosplay cafés. "But I can imagine it would be fun…."

"Well, I didn't know if you had or not, but I thought maybe you had. You said this world was a manga in your world, right?"

"Yeah."

"That's so weird! Funny, I never thought I'd be in a manga." He laughed joyously. Yep, he was back to himself. "Oh, here we are," he told me, and we turned into the parking lot of a hotel. We got out of the car and headed inside, going up in the elevator to the ninth floor. Yeah, it was a relatively tall hotel. Sayuri Sakamoto's identical twin, Sanami Sakamoto, was currently rooming in room 909. Matsuda knocked on the door upon reaching it, and there was silence for a moment. Then, a click of the lock, and the door swung open.

Sanami was the spitting image of her sister, but her hair was in a buzz cut. There was a noticeable difference. Her eyes were puffy, but both Matsuda and I pretended not to notice. We held up our badges at the same time, though not showing our identifications. Kira was still out and about, after all. She shuffled to the side to let us in, her eyes downcast.

"Hi," I greeted with a smile and a bow, then held out my hand, "I'm Natsumi Matsuo; would you be Sanami Sakamoto?"

She eyed my hand, then shook it. She looked straight into my eyes with a piercing gaze. I'd never before seen eyes so green. "That would be me," she said. Her voice was soft, but had a surprising amount of intensity.

"And you can call me Matsui," Matsuda said kindly, bowing slightly.

"Nice to meet you," she said politely, then swept her arm forward in a welcome gesture. "Please, come in."

"Thank you," I said, and we came in. "We just need to ask a few questions about Sayuri; is that okay?"

She didn't make eye contact as she closed the door behind us. Multiple bracelets adorned her wrist, I noticed, just as it had been with Sayuri. They clinked as she pushed the door closed. "If it means catching the bastard that killed her, then yes."

"Of course," Matsuda grinned.

When he didn't take out a pad of paper, I took out my own. "So I don't forget," I explained in a mumbling tone, then looked up at her. "Where was Sayuri last night?"

She looked at me with those piercing almond-shaped eyes. They were rather beautiful. "We went to a restaurant last night. We were just leaving when she realized she had forgotten her phone. She told me to wait there." Her gaze shifted away from mine again. "I should have gone with her."

"Don't think like that," said Matsuda.

Sanami shook her head, closing her eyes. Her eyelashes were long. She swallowed. "She took awhile, so I went back to the restaurant to look for her. She'd left a note at the table telling me she'd meet me back at the hotel room…." She paused; regret shone in her downcast eyes. They were growing wet with unshed tears. She was likely thinking things along the lines of 'If only I'd….' If only, if only…. But no one can change the past. "I figured she'd found a guy to walk with, maybe. It's not like she'd fake the note…." She wiped her eyes with her wrist, pushing the bracelets back on her arm. "She couldn't lie to me. We were too close. Closer than most humans can be… identical twins."

Thinking on it, I discovered that I could actually somewhat understand her pain. Sure, I didn't have a twin, but I had a Bond, and if Light were to die and I were to live, I don't know how I'd end up.

"We had this bond, you know?" she said, her voice cracking. She was fighting to keep tears at bay. "Sometimes it was like we were thinking the same thing, and—and we would finish each other's sentences and all that." She waved her hand. "Twin stuff. But to be without her—" She broke off, and tried again. "To be without her is like half of me is just—is just gone. I knew the moment the doctor told her she only had a few months left that I would have to learn to live without her, but…." She took a deep, shaky breath. "She wanted to spend the rest of her life fulfilling her dreams. She knew she had a set time, but—but that murderer just—he just cut it off before she—before she could." She gave a dry sob. "That bastard!"

"I… I'm sorry for your loss…," Matsuda offered, at a loss for words.

"Mind if I give you a hug?" I asked, soft and low.

"Tha—thank you…," she choked out, and I embraced her. Matsuda stood to the side, awkwardly watching us. He didn't know what to do, poor guy. I was glad she accepted the hug. It felt nice to know I might be helping in some way. "You know…" she said in a voice layered with the sound of grief, "…I shaved my head just so that we could be bald together. Going through it all, together, through to the end…." She sniffed. "Being twins, I don't know why she got cancer and I didn't…. Why did it… why did it have to be her?"

"I don't know," I told her in gentle tones. "Sometimes things just don't go the right way."

"Don't you just—just hate it when that happens?" I sensed an attempt at humor in her tone, and smiled.

Hugging her a little tighter, I said, "I want to catch the murderer of your sister. I will place my whole being in catching the bastard." She gave a small laugh. "May we ask you only a few more questions? Without answers, I don't know how far we'll get."

He moved her head up and down – a nod – and pulled away, turning so she wasn't facing us. She wiped away the tears on her cheeks and in her eyes, then looked at us again with more light in her eyes; a sense of determination. The piercing look I saw when I first caught her gaze, though now her eyes were glistening. The red in her eyes from crying just made them even greener, if that was possible. I eyed her lifespan, noticing that she would have to live without her sister for many years to come. I hoped she'd get stronger in the long run.

"What do you need to know?" she asked.

I thought a moment. "Was she carrying a map of Tokyo at the time?" I inquired.

"Yes," Sanami replied with a nod.

"Did Sayuri know much English?"

A touch of confusion came to her features. "Not much. Why?"

"On the back of the map she was carrying," said Matsuda, "there was a note that she wrote. It was all in English."

"English?" she repeated. "That doesn't make sense…. Why would she…?"

"Do you think maybe the killer wrote it?" Matsuda asked me.

"Maybe," I replied. "But if that's so, then that means the killer was trying to give us a message with it." I looked back to Sanami. "What were Sayuri's views on society?"

She frowned ever so slightly. "She's been thinking it's almost… rotten ever since she got sick." Her gaze shifted to the ground.

"You mean, like, diseased?" asked Matsuda.

"Yeah."

"But then," I said, my eyebrows clinching together, "if Sayuri doesn't know English, and the killer wrote that note, then how did the killer know about Sayuri's views?"

"The killer talked about that in the note?" Sanami asked, slightly alarmed.

"Maybe he was stalking her?" Matsuda suggested.

"It's possible," I answered.

Sanami's eyes blazed. "He was stalking us?"

"Maybe," I said. "Is there anyone she was hanging around lately?"

"No, we only hung around each other, mostly."

"Has anyone you've met been popping up in random places you happen to go?" asked Matsuda. "Or, have you seen anyone that looked at you two with creepy eyes, or something?"

Sanami thought a moment, her brow creased in concentration. "There was… one guy, his name was…. I think he called himself Ship."

"Sheep?" I asked. Then I realized it came out as hitsuji in Japanese. No, not sheep. Ship. Pronounced sheep. Why would he call himself that? I tilted my head. "What an odd name."

"He said it was a nickname," she responded, shifting uncomfortably. "He was just a little… creepy, you know? Like, his eyes…." She made a gesture with her hands to demonstrate creeped-out-ness. "I'm not the one who noticed it, actually. Sayuri did…."

"What did he look like?" asked Matsuda.

"He was… tan; I guess he went out a lot. His hair was black, but that's common…. His eyes were hazel. He… didn't look Japanese. His eyes were more round than slanted." She gestured to me. "Like yours, but they were… narrow. Always narrow, like he had this perpetual glare he always wore. His smile never reached his eyes."

"Can you remember anything else about him?" I asked.

She shook her head. "That was the only time we ever saw him. We never saw him again."

I nodded. "Alright. We'll contact you if we have a development on the case."

Matsuda handed her a contact card of the NPA. "Call if something happens, or if you remember something else," he smiled.

She smiled back. I could see gratefulness shining in her eyes. "Thank you."

I bowed in my theatrical, overdramatic way. "No problem, dear Sanami."

Fun Fact: The 'Watashi wa Kira desu' written in blood on the wall is an idea I may have gotten from an actual case in Europe... in which someone was murdered, and the killer actually wrote that on the alley wall in the victim's blood.

Review? For overdramatic bows? :3