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Blake, Light and Ryuga found a table and sat down after ordering some food and coffee. There was a long period of silence between the three. No one really knew what to say after Blake's heated argument with her friend. What could they say? When they sat, Blake noticed the way Ryuga sat. It was definitely not normal human posture for sitting, and it didn't look too comfortable either. Again, Blake thought he was trying to become small. Was he still that uncomfortable?

"Was he really mad?" Light said, breaking the silence that fell upon them. Blake looked at him, her eyes sad, and sighed.

"I'm used to it by now. He's been like this since we were kids. He really is a nice guy once you get around the anger issues, I swear. Sometimes though, the weirdest things just make him snap, like me being late. I get lost easily, he knows it, but he'll still get mad." She said with a shrug.

"And you just deal with it?" Light asked. Blake was silent for a minute.

"I guess I feel like I have to. We've been friends since grade school, maybe I feel obligated to forgive him like I do? Now that I think about it, maybe I'm just afraid of losing the closest friend I have."

"That sounds almost exactly like a domestic abuse case when the abused partner won't go to police no matter how awful it gets." Ryuga commented.

"That makes it sound a lot worse, Ryuga." Blake said, laughing nervously.

"I don't think it's smart to continue being friends with this man, Blake. You could be hurt." He continued. Blake smiled at him, taking a sip of her coffee.

"Thanks for worrying Ryuga, but it's not like I see him very often anymore. We both have to travel around all the time thanks to work. This was actually going to be the first time I talked to him face to face in months."

"Work?" Light asked.

"Yeah, I work for a big phone company and I travel to different countries to try to expand. Like I said, I've been here for about a month."

"You're such a young woman, what about your family? Don't they miss you if you're always gone?" Ryuga asked, hoping to get a little more information on the girl. She had yet to comment on the way he sat like every other person he had met and she seemed like she was hiding something. Ryuga watched as her almost incessantly bright green eyes darkened and her mood completely shifted. That was not a good sign.

"When I was a little girl, my parents and my older brother were killed by this man who got in our house. The killer took pity on me and left me alive. The bastard got the death penalty." The other two could hear the venom in her voice. "But, seeing as I was the only survivor, his family came to me. He had a little girl about my age. She was crying her eyes out. I think that's why he took pity on me. Sometimes, I still wonder if the guy deserved to die." The table fell into silence yet again. Light started to wonder if he could still use Blake. She obviously hated criminals, the way she spoke of her family's murderer, but she also felt pity for the man's family. Maybe he could swing her opinion, find something on the daughter, if he found out who she was, and prove that she was better off without her father.

Ryuga, on the other hand, was still trying to figure the girl out. There was just something about the way she said certain things that made him feel like she wasn't telling the whole truth, like she was withholding some important information. Perhaps the story didn't end there. Did she keep contact with the criminal's family? Who had she grown up with then, if not her own family? What was the rest of her story?

"I apologize for bringing up such awful memories." Ryuga said quietly, he could see the tears forming in her eyes. Blake forced a smile and looked up at him.

"No, it's fine. You had no idea. So, how's school?" She asked, obviously trying to change the subject.

"Pretty good. Oh, I bet you didn't know but Ryuga and I were the only two to get perfect scores on the entrance exams." Light said, going along with the new subject.

"Really?" Blake said, running the back of her hand over her cheeks, trying to erase all traces of tears. "That's amazing! You two are really smart! I'm jealous. I don't think I could ever be that smart. Was it hard?"

"It only took hours of studying, anyone could have done it." Light said, trying to appear humble. Blake just shook her head at him.

"Yeah right, that's a lie. If anyone could have done it, then why are only you two the ones who did it?" Blake asked with a small laugh. Both men were relieved that she was getting over her crying spell. There was a pause and Blake decided that now was the best time to make her move.

"Hey," she started, leaning forward in her seat. "Have you been paying attention to this Kira thing?" She watched as both her companions stiffened a bit. Inwardly she smiled, they had to know something. She had only been expecting Light's reaction, but Ryuga as well? How interesting.

"How could we not?" Light was the first to recover. "It's all over the news."

"No, I mean really pay attention. You're both geniuses right? Surely you think it's interesting." She said. Ryuga brought his thumb to his lips, biting down on the nail; she thought the case was 'interesting'? That was odd. Most people might be scared, or worried, but interested?

"I'm not sure about interesting, but Kira is a killer. He cannot be allowed to run free." Ryuga said, trying to get a feel on her opinions.

"Oh, I agree entirely. Kira's probably the biggest mass murderer ever, and he's still going at it. I just thought that you two might take initiative. You must have already figured out that there are two of these Kiras?" she said. Ryuga and Light shared a look. She had already made it that far? Figuring out that it wasn't just a killer and an imposter, but two killers? She might be smarter than she gave herself credit for.

"Why do you think that?" Ryuga asked, shifting his weight so he was closer to the edge of his seat.

"Isn't it pretty obvious? If Kira's only killing criminals, then why would he kill those police officers who would help him catch the bad guys? Plus, on the first video the other one sent, they killed all sorts of innocent people on the television. Would Kira really do that? They couldn't have been coincidences either." Blake explained.

"What if the two were working together? Kira was killing to make it look like the imposter was real?" Ryuga asked. This woman was definitely smarter than he thought she was.

"That doesn't make since. Why would they demand to meet the original like they did? "

"Maybe it was an act?" Light proposed, joining in the debate.

"It could have been, but then why would they stop so quickly after they 'found' Kira? If you went so far to fake something like that, why would you stop so easily?" Ryuga was impressed. Not only had she figured out that there were two Kiras, she had picked up on the word 'found' as well.

"I suppose you could be right. What do you think, Light?" Ryuga asked. Light looked over at him calmly, going along with his act.

"I think her hypothesis is very likely. There very well might be two Kiras who haven't been working together. Their victims are not the same, though that could be faked." Light explained. Ryuga nodded.

"When did you have time to think of all this, Blake? A working woman would definitely have work on her mind more than a criminal. Unless she had something to worry about?" Ryuga ventured. Blake looked at him strangely for a second before laughing.

"You mean unless I was a criminal? Do you really think I would do something like that?" Blake asked incredulously.

"One may never know the inner workings of a criminal's mind." He muttered. There was a long pause as Blake just stared at Ryuga.

"I can tell you absolutely truthfully, Ryuga, that I have never committed a criminal act in my life." Blake sounded absolutely serious and she was staring right into the detective's eyes.

'Who are you, Blake? Are you really here for business, or something else? You might prove to be of help in this case.' Ryuga though.

"So, if we want to ask you more about this, how will we get in touch?" asked Ryuga.

"Oh! That's right, we have no way of contacting each other, do we?" Blake said, returning to her normal cheery self. "I have a cell phone that you can call." She reached into her bag and pulled out a pen. Ryuga thought this was odd, seeing as she was asking for one so desperately earlier. Reaching for a napkin, she ripped it in half. Blake wrote her number on each along with her name and handed them to each boy. When they took them, she stood.

"Well, I'm sure we all have places to be, right? You two probably have to get back to class, am I right? Just call me if you need anything!" She said as she walked out. Behind her, the two men looked at each other in shock.

"What was that?" Light asked. Ryuga just shook his head; he would definitely make use of the number she gave him. The detective had decided that there was something very off about the girl he had just met.

"When did you meet her before, Light? She seemed to know you." he asked. Light didn't need to know that he had been watching him that day.

"Yeah, it was back in Aoyama. She was on the phone and ran into me. I helped her up and introduced myself. She's rather pretty, I couldn't help it. I didn't think that it was anything suspicious." Light told him. "Do you think that she's the second Kira? She seemed to know quite a bit."

"We can't be sure, Light. She's either smarter than she seems to give herself credit for, or knows more than she's letting on. Do you know her whole name?"

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure she said Jones was her last name." responded Light. He might have already known that Blake wasn't the second Kira, but that didn't mean that he didn't want to know who the girl was.

"Do you know her age?" Ryuga continued, but Light just stared at him.

"Why would I ask her age? Besides, asking for a woman's age isn't exactly polite. If I had to guess, I'd say early twenties." Ryuga nodded, that's the age he thought of as well. So she was Blake Jones, a worker from an American phone company who travels often and is in her early twenties. He could easily find her. There were many things about the girl that troubled him. She had met Light at Aoyama, which made her a suspect of being the second Kira, but only slightly. Then there was what happened today. When she had asked for directions, Ryuga had noticed that the slip of paper that she had been looking at was completely blank. Then there was the phone call. If the two of them were arguing, then wouldn't he have heard a voice shouting on the other side? She also had the pen, even though she needed one before. Then, she needed directions to the Starbucks, but she left without asking for any directions at all. In all, Blake Jones seemed like a very suspicious person.

Yagami Light had other things to worry about. Misa was a model, and a popular one at that. She was too noticeable and was always in public. He was also asked Kiyomi Takada to be his girlfriend. Now he had three girls to worry about. If he tried, he could probably use them all to his advantage. Misa could be his eyes, Takada could be used as something to hide Misa with and Blake could help him trick L, maybe. First, he had to figure out who the girl was. Ryuk and said that she was 'interesting' and that could only mean one thing. She had to be somehow related to the Death Note, whether she knows it or not. There were other Death Notes; someone else could have done something to her. Heck, she could even be under control by someone right now.

Light had come to the hotel after his classes. Ryuga, or Ryuuzaki as he was known in the room, had left early. Light had come with Matsuda who had been talking to him about something that he only half paid attention to. As he walked in, he found his father and Ryuuzaki in front of a television.

"Good timing, Light." He said. "We just got another message from the second Kira." Light kept his face blank.

"Another one? The frequency of these videos is getting annoying." He said as he set his bag down.

"Yes, but he says this will be the last one. Take a look." Ryuuzaki held up the remote and pressed play. The name 'Kira' appeared on the screen.

"I won't use Kira's name to speak in public anymore. Thanks to the police for their suggestions." The voice said. "However, I want to help Kira and get his approval. I'll start by punishing the criminals that Kira has not yet taken care of. Lastly, I am willing to share this power with everyone that wants to help us. I hope the world will change for the better." And the screen cut out, leaving static in its place. Ryuuzaki had turned it off. He set the remote down and returned to his usual sitting position.

"After seeing this, I think that the second Kira must have already contacted the first." Light was shocked.

"What makes you say that?" he asked, wanting to know Ryuuzaki's thoughts.

"You don't think so? I thought Light would feel the same way." Ryuuzaki said as he reached for a sugary donut. "First, he didn't say anything about meeting Kira, unlike before. Also, he said he wants to get Kira's approval by punishing the criminals that Kira didn't. Does that mean he didn't think that way before? That doesn't make sense unless the two Kiras have met." He started eating the donut, but continued to talk, making Light frown a bit at his bad manners. "In which case, Kira told him to start carrying out the punishments. Kira must have also told him to keep their meeting a secret."

"I see," Light said, looking down his nose at the famous detective. It was not good that this man had figured out that much. "Then Kira's decision is reckless."

"Yes, he didn't cover all their tracks. Maybe they're playing with us by hinting at their meeting, since that would be so terrifying." Ryuuzaki said as he finished his donut. "If that is the case, then the chances of Light being Kira will decrease again." That news made Chief Yagami's ears perk up.

"How's that Ryuuzaki?" he asked urgently. Ryuuzaki went on to explain how if Light was Kira, he never would have asked them to send that message. Instead he probably would have sent something asking L to appear on television. Light thought for a second before deciding his next action.

"Ryuuzaki," he started. The detective made a noise of acknowledgement. "If I were Kira, I wouldn't have done that." Ryuuzaki didn't turn to look at Light.

"Why not?"

"If Ryuuzaki is L, then I know L's personality very well. No matter what, L would never appear on television, he would never sacrifice himself. He would definitely find some way around it." Light explained. Ryuuzaki wasn't surprised that Light would say such things. He was the one with the highest suspicion of being Kira, after all. Still, it hurt to hear those kinds of things about yourself. No one wants to listen to someone talk about how selfish you are.

"You're right." Ryuuzaki said, turning to face Light. For now, he would ignore the awful feeling Light's words gave him.

"Light!" Chief Yagami said. "Even if it's just hypothetical, don't talk about being Kira. I know that you're not, but it still hurts to hear it."

"Sorry Dad." Light said, not turning to face his father. "I just wanted to tell him what I thought. The faster we solve this, the sooner I'm proven innocent. Besides, if I say 'if I were Kira' it proves that I'm not, right? You worry too much."

"Yes, Light shouldn't be Kira, though if he were, I would be in turmoil." Ryuuzaki said from where he sat putting way too many sugar cubes in his tea. "Because Light is my very first friend." Light was shocked. He was the detective's first friend? That couldn't be right how could a person not have any friends their whole life? Then again, it was Ryuuzaki they were talking about. What could he say to something like that?

"Yeah, I think that you're an irreplaceable friend as well. I heard you won't be coming to class anymore, that's a shame. I was hoping to play tennis with you again." Light said as Ryuuzaki looked over his shoulder at him.

"Certainly." The detective said with a smile. "Once this whole Kira investigation is over, let's play again. I really hope that day arrives soon. Right now, no matter where I go, I get chills down my spine whenever I see someone looking at me. Maybe it's better if I don't hide."

Blake was back in her hotel room lying in her bed. Gem stood nearby, just staring off in the distance.

"Why give them the phone number?" he asked.

"I have to stay in contact with them somehow, right?" she said, shrugging. "Plus, there's something about that Ryuga as well, when I said something about Kira, he reacted too. I wonder if he's the second Kira." She paused. "No, that wouldn't make any since. He doesn't seem like the type to kill people. He didn't even seem like he got out much. The guy couldn't possibly have been at the television station. Though, together with Light, they would make a pair of criminals. It happens all the time, you know."

"What do you mean?" Gem asked. He was being used as someone to bounce ideas off of. Again.

"Well, when there are two criminals working together, there's usually the dominate one, and the one who does whatever the other says. Like a mastermind and a henchman. It would work for them. Light's intelligence and ego would make him the perfect mastermind. Then Ryuga's awkwardness and social skills, he would be dependent on the more powerful of the two. It happens all the time."

"You really think that?" Gem asked, looking at her out of the corner of his eye. Blake sighed.

"No. I barely know the two of them. Everything I know about them, I know from their body language. I do not know their personalities."

"Then what are you going to do?"

"I guess I'll wait for them to make a move. There's not much else I can do now. I wish there was, but there's not. I guess I could get to work, I still need to make a little cash." Blake got up from her bed and found her way over to the desk, where she had put her laptop. She logged into her email. Or one of her emails.

"Oh?" Gem said, looking over her shoulder. "You're going to be 'Alice' again? I wonder if you've lost your touch, you haven't been her in a while."

"Shut up Gem, I'm just as good as I used to be, and look. I still have tons of offers." It was true, her inbox was full of emails from all over the world. "Better get to work. Money to make, right?"

The next morning, Blake could be found sitting in a chair outside a café with a coffee in hand. It was a nice morning, but she looked unhappy. She didn't exactly sleep well the night before. After she finished her work, she had that nightmare again. It wasn't fun, but she could never really remember it. All she knew was that it was always the same, there was red everywhere, it was dark and someone told her to run. Blake often wondered what the dream was. Why did she always have it? What was happening, and why did it scare her so much? That's what she was trying to figure out as she sipped her coffee. There was a sound to her left and she turned to see the people on the street gathering around to look up at the screen that hung from a building. The screen had gone white, just completely white. The people watching were trying to figure out who it was. Could it be L? The police maybe? It couldn't be Kira, they said they would stop, so who was it? Then the voice started.

"Hello everyone. It's nice to meet you all. I would like to tell you all that this will be over soon, you do not need to fear for your lives much longer. I will stop this. I may not be L, but there is something only I can do and I promise I will do everything I can to stop Kira.

Now I would like to address Kira. I hope that you know what you're doing is wrong. So the people are criminals? What does it matter? You can never get rid of all evil, no matter how hard you try. Haven't you ever heard that good cannot exist without evil? It goes the other way too. Evil cannot exist without good. The only way you can truly get rid of evil is to kill everyone, and I'm sure you don't want that. Am I right? I'm watching you and taking notes Kira. I know you're patterns. I know everything about you. The only puzzle piece I'm missing is who you really are. It won't be long before I figure that out, and trust me, when that happens, it won't be long before you're caught.

Can I speak to L as well? I would like to congratulate you on what you've done so far, detective. You're getting pretty close. The only problem is your own mind. You are too smart to believe Kira's methods. I could help, I suppose, but I will not reveal myself. You will have to find me first.

I'm pretty much done now, but I have one last message. Please listen carefully. No matter who the person is, taking a life is bad. Who are humans to decide who lives and who dies? Please, for those of you who have lost your own morals, let me help you. Let me save you from yourselves. I will do whatever I have to do to save you. You too, Kira. I will save you from this. Let me save you, please. You are human, and every human makes mistakes. All you need is someone to put you back on the right path.

Let me be your morals. Let me save you. Let me be your creed."

It was the longest message yet. Who was this new player in the mystery of Kira? Could they really save Kira? Could they save us all? What did they mean 'something only they could do'? Those were the thoughts going through the minds of every person watching the video. People all over the country saw it. It gave them hope, not only did they have the greatest detective in the world on the case, but now this person who claims to know everything about Kira. What would happen if L and this person joined forces? Certainly Kira would be caught. But who was this person? How did they know so much? Were they lying? Was this all just some kid trying to trick us and get a laugh out of it? Who would joke about such things? There were so many questions.

Blake turned back to her coffee. That was an interesting message. She wondered if things would go according to that plan. It would be nice if they did. As she finished her coffee and left the money on the table she tried to figure out what would happen now. It would be awesome if people started to calm down a bit.

"It really is a nice morning." She said to herself as she walked down the street away from the café.

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