You know what I found out? I absolutely suck at solitaire. No joke. I've been playing it a lot lately, but I lose almost every game. Isn't that sad? Is there like a strategy or something for it? Is that why I'm so bad? Or do I just have awful luck? Oh, well, it doesn't matter how bad I am at it because I can't stop. I'm being completely serious. That game has taken over my life.

Disclaimer! I don't own Death Note, but I do own a weird obsession with solitaire!

Blake quickly scrambled over to the computers to see this new video. The screen was completely blank white, like it was before. When the voice started, it was computerized again.

"Hello again, my friends. I heard you've been calling me Creed. I like it, it's a nice name, thanks for giving me one. I'd like to get down to business now.

First, I'm pretty sure I know who Kira is, and I have a nice lead on the second Kira. I know how to stop them, it's just very tricky and it could take some time. That and I'm not one hundred percent sure I've got them yet. Once I am absolutely certain, I'll stop them both from killing people. I promise you that.

L has still not found me. I'm not even sure he's looking. I think he should, obviously, because I know some facts that no one else could that will help him greatly with his investigation. I'm probably the best lead he has. Maybe you could help him? If he is too busy to look for me, then maybe someone can find me for him. The only issue is, once you find me, how will you get me to L? If you can solve that issue, and find me, I'd be glad to go with you to find L.

These videos might become regular things, so I can keep you updated on the status of what I'm doing. I won't keep a time schedule, but there will be more. At least until I'm found.

Thank you for listening, everyone."

The hotel room was eerily quiet after the video ended. Everyone in the room was pretty much thinking the same thing.

"Should we try to find Creed?" Matsuda asked, voicing everyone's thoughts. The others in the room turned to look at him, but stayed silent.

"It could be a trick, but that's more unlikely now that there are two videos out." Blake said.

"He also says the most likely knows who the Kiras are." Light said. "And that he's L's best lead. I think it would be smart to find him."

"Is it as important as finding Kira, though?" Chief Yagami asked. Everyone looked to Ryuuzaki, who had been silently thinking, thumb to mouth.

"I think we should at least look on the side." Ryuuzaki finally said. "I will continue to look for Kira, and Light will start the search for Creed."

"What about me?" Blake asked.

"You all will help whoever asks. If I need you to do something, or if Light does, you will do it. The first request you get will take priority." The detective explained. The others in the room nodded and they went back to work. Blake just sat on the couch waiting for someone to tell her what to do.

"Blake, why don't you go keep Misa company? I think she's bored and she would like a friend." Ryuuzaki suggested. Blake shrugged and left the room to go to Misa's floor. She was in the one right below her, so it didn't take long to get to. She took the stairs, of course. When she reached the room she was looking for, she hesitated a bit before she knocked. She had listened when the others spoke of Misa, and it made her more than a little reluctant to meet the younger girl. Finally she knocked slowly and waited for the door to be answered.

"What is it?" A voice asked, sounding annoyed, as the door opened. Behind it was a small, pretty blonde girl. "Oh! Who are you? I thought all the Task Force people were men."

"I'm Blake. I'm sort of on the Task Force. I was allowed on after they kind of cleared me of the suspicion of being Kira."

"Then you're just like Light!" the blonde girl squealed, making Blake cringe inside. "What are you here for then?"

"I figured I would keep you company, girls have to stick together, yeah?" Blake said with a fake smile. Misa was almost jumping with excitement as she stepped back from the door to allow Blake in.

"I'm Misa, it's nice to meet you! Are you foreign? Your name sounds like it."

"Yeah," Blake said, walking with the smaller girl to the couch in her room. "I'm from America. I've seen you in a few magazines since I got here, though, you seem pretty popular."

"You have? That's so exciting! For people from other countries to know who I am!" Misa exclaimed happily. Blake smiled at her. Misa took this time to observe her new friend.

"Blake, what are you wearing?" Misa asked, sounding aghast. Blake looked down at herself, she was wearing a sweatshirt and sweatpants again.

"Oh, um, I wanted to be comfortable?" Blake offered lamely. Misa gave her a look and stood. She took the older girls hand and led her over to another door. On the other side of the door was Misa's bedroom.

"You're about the same size as me, I think. I should have something that'll fit you." Misa said with a smile.

"Oh, Misa, you don't have to do that. I couldn't take your clothes." Blake said, trying to convince the girl otherwise.

"Come on, I insist. They're my clothes, I can do what I like with them, and I want to give you some." Misa smiled. Blake smiled back, deciding Misa wasn't as bad as the others were saying, and nodded. Misa squealed again and ran to her closet to go through the clothes. Before long, she came back with a pretty dress.

"I never wore this one. It was a gift from a photo shoot, but it's not really my style. I don't like to throw away presents, so I kept it. Try it on." Misa said, holding the dress out to her. It was mostly white, with a braided leather belt around the middle. It really was rather pretty. Blake smiled and took it from the other girl and headed to the bathroom to change. She changed quickly and looked at herself in the mirror, happy that the dress didn't make her look too thin. It looked really god on her and she was surprised. Blake thought it wouldn't fit or something, but it looked almost as if it were made for her. Blake reached up to massage her temple, a headache starting to appear. She didn't pay much attention to it, considering she got headaches all the time since her confinement. She reached for the door to open it and show Misa but stopped when she saw her hands. They were covered in blood. She reached for a towel to wipe it off, but it wouldn't go away. She tried to find where the blood was coming from, but couldn't. Then everything faded to black.

Blake was in a dark place. She didn't know where she was, but when she looked down, she almost thought it wasn't her. She remembered the dress she was wearing though, it was one her mother had bought for her to go to church in. a pretty white dress with a yellow bow around the middle. Her hair was long again, put in curls, the way her mother used to do every Sunday morning for her. Her hands were small and she felt closer to the ground. Blake soon realized that she must be in the body of her younger self. She looked at her hands again, glad to see there was no blood.

Blake took a step forward and reached her hands out, hoping to find a light switch or something. She quickly noticed she wasn't wearing shoes. She only did that when she was at home when she was little. She must be at her house, then. Blake ran into something and fell down, catching herself with her hands. Blake was beginning to panic now, being in complete darkness like this wasn't exactly fun. She crawled forward quickly, trying to find a wall. Finally, her hands found something vertical. She followed it up with her hands and walked along it, trying to find a light switch. Blake let out a triumphant laugh when she finally found one and pressed the button, filling the room with light. She squinted against it and let her eyes adjust. Triumphantly, Blake fixed her dress and turned around. And screamed. There were four people on the floor, obviously dead if the blood around them was any indication.

In the blink of an eye, the scene changed slightly. Blake wasn't by the wall anymore, she was standing in the middle of the bodies. She looked down, her dress was splattered with blood and her bare feet were soaked. In her hand was a bloody knife. Blake screamed yet again, dropping the knife and tried to run, but she couldn't move. A door opened slightly and two yellow eyes peaked out on her right. Blake stopped screaming long enough to look at it.

"Run…" it whispered.

Blake bolted upright screaming. She clutched her head and tried to breathe deeply. When she looked up, she found herself still in Misa's room, but lying on her couch, with several people surrounding her.

"Blake!" Misa cried, taking one of Blake's hand's away from her head. "Thank God you're okay!"

"Are you okay? You passed out." Light told her. Blake looked up at him and frowned.

"I don't know what happened. One second I was leaving to show Misa the dress she told me to put on, and the next I was here with you guys."

"Do you remember what you were dreaming about? It sounded like it terrified you." Light asked. There was a very long pause before Blake answered.

"N-no, I don't." she said, looking down at her hands. Only one person in the room didn't believe what Blake had said, and that was the hunched man standing back a little ways. She most likely remembered what she dreamed of because of the way she was acting. If she didn't remember, she would be confused, not afraid.

"I-I think I'll go back to my room and rest, for now." Blake said, standing shakily. "It was nice to meet you Misa. I'll return the dress later."

"Keep it." Misa said with a smile from where she clung to Light's arm. "It looks pretty on you." Blake tried to smile back, but it was very obviously forced.

Blake made her way slowly to her own room on her own floor. She opened the door and stepped into her dark room. Blake liked to keep it dark. The second the door shut behind her, though, she ran to the first light switch she could see. She ran, switching every light on in the room before throwing the curtains open to let the sunlight flood in. she sank to the floor and somehow found herself in a corner again. She hugged her knees to her chest and sobbed loudly, not caring if others heard. She had the floor to herself anyways. She was making so much noise herself, that she didn't hear her door open, or the footsteps of the person approaching.

"Why did you lie?" a voice asked, making Blake jump badly.

"R-Ryuuzaki! I didn't hear you come in."

"That's because you were crying very loudly." Ryuuzaki said plainly. "Now, tell me, what you dreamed. Why did you lie to the others about it?"

"I-I don't want to talk about it." Blake said, turning her head to look out the windows.

"Why is your room suddenly so bright? You usually keep it dark."

"I told you, I don't want to talk about it."

"It must have been pretty scary, whatever it was, to make you scream like that." The detective said, watching the woman carefully. "I believe people would describe it as 'screaming bloody murder'?"

"Stop!" Blake screamed. "Please, I'll tell you, just don't say things like that."

"Okay then. Please, start your story."

"Back when we first met, I told you that my parents and brother were killed. That wasn't a lie. I don't remember much of it, doctors told me it was a trauma thing. That's what my dream was about. It wasn't what happened in real life though, I don't think. It was Sunday; I was in my church clothes. It was really dark. I couldn't see anything. When I finally found the light switch and turned around, my family was on the ground, but there was one more person. A man. I think he was the killer, but he was supposed to get the death sentence, not die there. It's weird. I blinked and I was in the middle of the bodies. My dress was bloody and I had a knife in my hand. A door opened, and someone was on the other side of it. They told me to run. That's when I woke up. I don't get it, though. The murderer got the death penalty later, he was alive after their murders, and his family visited me to apologize. It doesn't make a-"

"Blake." Ryuuzaki said, cutting her off. "It was a dream. Dreams tend to change things around. It probably just means that you blame yourself for the deaths of those four people."

"Those were my parents, Ryuuzaki, my brother! And I actually believed I killed them! That knife was in my hand." Blake said, tears falling down her face again.

"You cry often." He commented. Blake laughed a bit.

"No I don't, there's just something wrong with me right now. I never used to cry before this." She said, wiping her eyes. "Ryuuzaki, I really think you should try to find Creed. I mean really try. He could really help us out here, you want to stop Kira, don't you?"

"I know, Blake, but Kira takes precedent right now. Light will be looking for Creed, if you want to help him, you can."

"I don't know if I can do this anymore, Ryuuzaki. I just don't know anymore. This is the biggest case I've done yet. You may be used to it, but I'm not. I can't stand to think about the people like that little girl who have lost family members. I saw her eyes when we spoke, when her mother was apologizing. They were absolutely dead. So dull I could hardly believe the girl was still alive."

"Like yours?" Ryuuzaki answered, bending down to sit on the floor like he normally sat. Blake just looked up at him silently. "I need to get back to work now." He said and stood back up and shuffled out. He almost expected her to say something as he walked out the door, but nothing was said. Ryuuzaki just shut the door behind him and went back to work looking for Kira.

Blake sat in the corner for a long time after Ryuuzaki left. She knew, of course, that her eyes were a reflection of that girl's. It was just hard to hear from another person. She put on the mask to hide her real feelings. She couldn't let others know what she was going through. Who knows what they would do or say? Blake had enough of that when she was a child. The adult's looks of pity. Their apologies for something they didn't do. It was tiring. So she hid it all from everyone.

Finally, Blake stood up. She had no idea what to do, though. She didn't want to go back down to the headquarters, but she didn't want to just sit there anymore. So instead, Blake got out her laptop and opened her email. She wanted to do some other cases, to get away from this one. She spent several hours working on other cases, finishing all the ones that were sent to her that could be done without leaving her room. It was getting late in the afternoon by the time she was done, but Blake didn't like the idea of sleeping. Not after what happened the last time. She figured that most of the people downstairs would be gone by now, so she found the stairs and went down. The woman knocked on the door before entering, half hoping she wouldn't get an answer.

"Come in," Light's voice came from the other side of the door. Blake sighed and pushed the door open to find a dark room lit only by computer screens. She didn't say anything, but just went over to a chair a little ways away from the only other two in the room, who were huddled around a computer. Light gave her a glance, but other than that, they didn't acknowledge her. Blake just watched the two work in the dark briefly wondering if she should say something about how bad that was for your eyes. She didn't, though, and the room was kept silent, other than the sound of the keyboard.

Blake fought of sleep and just stared at the two's computers as they worked. She noticed Light was yawning more than usual, probably tired. Ryuuzaki, on the other hand, didn't look tired in the least. Not too long later, Light's head started to droop and he was soon asleep. The two detectives were still wide awake.

"Insomniac?" Blake asked quietly, afraid to talk too wake the younger man.

"Yes, and you?" Ryuuzaki answered, fingers still tapping away at the computer.

"No, I just don't want to shut my eyes. Dreams aren't very appealing right now." She laughed quietly. Ryuuzaki looked at her out of the corner of his eye, still typing.

"That is understandable. Why did you come down?"

"I was tired of being alone. Sitting in a room by yourself like that gets old fast." She answered a little too loudly. Light stirred, but didn't wake. The two waited for a minute to make sure before they continued.

"Have you ever considered regaining your memory?" Ryuuzaki said. Blake watched him work for a little while, thinking about his question. Her memory of when she was young had always been riddled with holes. Pieces of her memory were dark and fuzzy and sometimes even completely gone. Blake had never really thought about having them come back.

"To tell you the truth, no. It's always been like this, so I never considered it being any different."

"Maybe it's time to start thinking about it. After that dream, you might want to know what really happen." Ryuuzaki commented. Blake thought about it. Would it really be worth it at this point? It had been so many years since then, would her memory even be true? Did she really want to even know the truth? She was afraid, Blake realized. She was terrified that if she remembered, she would discover her dream to be true and she really was a killer.

"I'm afraid." She breathed. Ryuuzaki stopped typing this time, and turned to her.

"What was that?"

"I'm too afraid to remember." Blake said a little louder, not meeting Ryuuzaki's eyes, head rested on her hand.

"A man was charged with the murder of your family, the evidence doesn't point to you. Also, you told me that you were young then, correct? A small girl couldn't kill an adult, let alone two men. I think it is highly unlikely that you killed your family."

"Yeah, I guess you're right." Blake mumbled before going quiet again. Ryuuzaki soon realized that she had fallen asleep. He watched her for a minute, wondering how she had fallen asleep so easily while they were talking. Glancing over at the clock on his computer, he noticed that it was early in the morning. He hoped the girl wouldn't wake screaming again.

After a while, he heard her muttering in a language that was definitely not Japanese, or English for that matter. It was hard to recognize, since she was sleep talking. Ryuuzaki knew most languages, but this one he could not identify at the moment. He would have to ask her when she woke up. With that, the detective turned back to his work and ignored the two sleeping people in the room.

The next morning, Blake discovered herself still in the headquarters. Embarrassed, she stood from the chair and looked around. It was bright, probably late morning, and the Task Force was in the room. They paid no attention to her, though. She tried to make it out the door without anyone noticing her, but of course, that didn't work out.

"Blake! You're awake!" Matsuda exclaimed. The others turned to find her with her hand on the doorknob. She smiled awkwardly and turned to them fully.

"Hey, guys, good morning!" she said, while slowly turning the doorknob behind her back and opened it slowly. "I'm just going to go, you know, do something else, bye!" she called over her shoulder as she raced out the door. There was a shared chuckle within the group of men.

"What a funny girl." Light commented.

Blake was running back to her own room, realizing she was in the same dress as yesterday. She really needed to shower and change. It was embarrassing enough that she woke up in the same room as multiple grown men. When she got to her room she quickly went through the paces of getting ready. Once she was done, she was in a much better mood. Probably one of the best she'd been in for ages. She had pushed the terrors of the day before into the deepest recesses of her mind and tried to ignore it completely for now. As she walked around her room, she started singing under her breath. When she was finished in her room, she headed back to the headquarters. She entered the room without knocking this time and just sat back down in the chair she had been sleeping in before.

"Need me to help with anything?" she said with a smile. No one answered her, so she took it as a no. Blake just sat in her chair, then and eventually she found herself spinning in the chair. The people in the room turned to look at her, some with bemusedly entertained looks, and others with frustrated expressions. Blake noticed none of this, though, and kept spinning the chair around. Light wasn't the only one to notice something odd.

"Blake, what are you singing?" he asked. Blake stopped her spinning and looked at him, her eyes spinning a bit.

"I was singing? I hadn't realized, how funny." She said, humming the some to herself quickly. "I'm not sure what that song is, actually. I've heard it before, I'm just not sure where."

"Well, it wasn't in Japanese." Aizawa said, crossing his arms. "Parts were in English, though."

"The other part was Gaelic, Irish Gaelic to be exact." Ryuuzaki answered. Blake's eyes widened and she pointed eagerly at the detective.

"Oh! I remember where I heard it now! My mother used to sing it all the time when I was little!"

"Your mother sang in Gaelic?" Chief Yagami asked, a little confused with the whole conversation.

"Of course she did! She was Irish, I am too."

"I thought you were American?" Matsuda asked from across the room.

"We moved when I was little, of course," Blake lied without hesitation. She'd gotten pretty good at it at this point. No one second guessed her and she smiled. "I don't suppose anyone knows the name of it?" she asked, but all the others shook their heads. She would just have to look up the lyrics later, she could get a title from them.

Blake stayed in the room for a while, doing small tasks the others asked her to do. It was mostly excess work that would take too much time for one person to do. Before long, though, she had nothing more to do for the men and was back to sitting in her chair singing quietly. Suddenly, she stood and walked to the door, earning some odd looks from the others directed at her retreating back. When the door closed, the room fell into an eerie silence without the woman singing softly. It took the Task Force a little while to get back to work.

Blake, meanwhile, had made her way to a certain door to a certain room. She knocked and it was opened by a familiar small blonde girl.

"Blake!" she cried. "I'm so glad you're okay! After what happened yesterday, I wasn't sure you'd be coming back."

"Of course I'd come back! I just made a new friend, why wouldn't I?" Blake said with a kind smile. "Can I come in?"

"Definitely!" Misa exclaimed and moved away from the door to let her in.

"Can I borrow some of your magazines while I'm here? I wanted something to read and I thought you'd have some good ones."

"I'm a model, I have to have good ones! They're right there," she said as she pointed to her table. Blake smiled gratefully as she picked one up and sat down on the couch. Misa found her way to a chair nearby with fingernail polish in hand. They sat in comfortable silence for a while before Blake unconsciously started singing again.

"You're a good singer, Blake. Have you ever thought of doing it professionally?" Misa asked, looking up from her toes.

"Was I singing again? I've been doing that a lot lately. I like singing, but I don't think I could do it for a living. I get terrible stage fright." Blake laughed.

"Aw, it would be so cool if you became a singer! What's that song called anyways?"

"I'm not sure, but it's Gaelic. My mother used to sing it."

"Cool. I wish I could sing that well. Are you sure you won't do it?" Misa pouted.

"No, but I'll sing for you any time you want."

"Yay!" Misa cried. She would have been jumping up and down if it wasn't for the chair she was sitting in.

That was how Blake spent the rest of her day, sitting in a room with a girl about her age, doing whatever they pleased. In all, she thought it was a very good day. It was a very normal day, something that Blake hadn't experienced for months. She felt very relaxed as she got ready for bed that night, exactly why she was so surprised when a certain missing shinigami appeared in her room. She had to stop herself from jumping or saying anything when she saw him. Blake, of course, had already figured out that there were cameras in her room. Why would they just let a suspect do whatever they wanted unsupervised? So, she knew she couldn't just talk to him like she normally did.

"Hey, Blake, I'm back." He said, sounding bored. He didn't go on to explain what he had been doing, which annoyed Blake, but she couldn't ask him in this situation. She had to figure out a way to talk to him without speaking. She pulled her laptop to herself and started typing, looking like she was on Google looking for something. Gem quickly caught on and moved behind her to see.

'What were you doing for so long?' she typed and hit enter, pretending like she was looking for something while Gem answered.

"I'll tell you later, now's probably not the best time." He told her. Blake made a frustrated face and clicked the search bar again.

'Fine, but you have to tell me later, got that? I have to ask you a question.'

"Why say that, just ask me. You don't want to be too suspicious here, am I right?"

'I need you to tell me how we first met.' Blake wrote, getting straight to the point. She didn't feel like addressing what the shinigami had said. There was a long pause before Gem said anything. Blake was forced to search for something else in the meantime.

"I can't tell you that yet. I made a promise to someone not to until the time was right." Gem answered finally, sounding nervous.

'Who did you promise?' the woman typed urgently. She needed an answer quickly. If she really wanted to uncover her past, she would have to know who this person is. They would definitely know what happened to her if they made Gem promise not to say anything. And what did he mean, 'until the time was right'? Was right now not a good time? What was wrong with it? Blake had finally started to look into her past, it seemed like a good time to her.

"You." Gem answered quietly.

Oh no! What's going on now? Blake's past is getting a little clearer, but not much. She has mysteries about her even she didn't know about!

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