xXx Disclaimer: I do not own death note and I do not own the 'My American Heart' Lyrics at the end. Enjoy!
Another Detective
Chapter 2
Darkness filled the outside world, but in only elimination filled the office Raito's father did paper work in. At the time Raito was only twelve years-of-age but understood what light in the society's detestable state was by watching his father bring justice to criminals.
Sitting and reading a book on the ground at the edge of the desk, young Raito was in a perfect spot to catch the paper falling of the desk.
'Case Information: January Deaths Serial Killings'
Raito's eyes widened slightly, this was a real case file, an unsolved case, to be more specific. His eyes began to slide down the page and his fingers slipped over the edge of the desk to read the rest of the files.
Even though the cases were marked as being unsolved, Raito was able to estimate who had committed the crime within a few minutes of reading the file. The next file he grabbed had markings scattered throughout the pages, his father was most likely working on it currently.
His father was letting out slow breaths, which made it seem as if he was sleeping. Raito smiled and begin to work out who the murder in the case was. According to the file all the main suspects had been killed, Raito's eyes confirmed this. As he looked at their photos he saw a name but no time of death, which meant they were all dead.
When Raito flipped the page he gasped slightly, the main suspect that had been under the highest surveillance was still alive but the file said he was dead! Raito pondered how to handle the situation. When he was much younger he had informed his mother about the red text above everyone's heads but she seemed to think he was joking. Raito knew he could not tell his father why he knew that the suspect was not dead.
The police had a database of different people and places; he could hack into his father's computer and find solid proof. This seemed like a sound idea, so Raito did so. The password was not very difficult, 'Sayu-Raito1012'. Maybe he should mention to his father the need for a more encrypted passcode. Raito typed in the suspect's name to the main search engine.
Realizing the suspect was foolish enough to not cover their tracks, helped Raito. The fool had not even terminated the lease on his apartment and was still actively using his credit card!
Raito opened a new window on the computer to send an email.
'To whom it may concern,
Kei Masao is not dead. Because of this fact it may be inferred that he is the murder.
Sincerely,
: )'
Before sending this message, and series of attachments detailing the proof of Kei's life, Raito put in to practice a technique he had learned in his book. 'Leaving Your IP Untraceable', had been then title of the book. Taking a few measures to ensure he would not be traced, Raito confirmed no one would realize a child sent the message.
Since he was already sending the message, he also added his thoughts on at least thirty other cases. All his emails were sent from different email addresses and sets of IP addresses but they all had a uniform ': )' at the end.
The following day, Raito's father came home and told him someone had dropped over 30 hints for different cases. His father thought it was probably a new detective.
Raito smiled slightly, this was going to be interesting.
L stared at his phone, cursing Smile for not responding.
Watari had brought him a velvet cake with creamy frosting. L jabbed the fork into the cake, making the top of the cake appear to be bleeding out the reddish fluff from inside of the cake.
Vaguely hearing Watari ask if something was wrong, L nodded and frowned slightly.
"Does it have to do with Smile again?"
L nodded and pretended to be focused on the blank screen in front of him.
"I have a case that might distract you…"
"What is it?"
"Mass amounts criminals around the world are dying from heart attacks."
L allowed the fork he had the cake in to fall to the table in front him and ruin the hotel's tablecloth.
"Here's the case file."
Taking the files, L read the information looking for inconsistencies. There was no evidence of foul play; it was almost as if the killer had some divine power. Such thoughts were quickly dismissed, they were illogical. He set down the files and turned to his laptop, quickly opening up several databases to search through files.
A noise sounded from the computer and a message appeared advertising a message located in the email inbox that only a select few people had the address for. L turned his head to the side slightly as he questioned who the sender might be.
'From: : )'
"Oh…" L whispered lightly, remembering that he supplied this address to Smile during the case they worked on together.
'Sorry that I did not respond to the message on the phone. That number is no longer of any use, my phone has been destroyed. I wanted to ask you if you are looking into Kira'.
L smiled, they were always on the same page as far as cases. Any case that Smile found worthy of his time was also worthy of L's time. Sending his fingers across the keyboard, L wrote a simple reply.
'Yes, I claim the case.'
Deciding it would be quite some time before he replied, L decided to go out for ice cream. He did not want to join the crowd but felt that while he was there he could have a different environment to think in.
The walk to the ice cream shop was only a few blocks but it felt like an eternity to the detective who kept watching people. Their careless lives filled with such petty thoughts and actions. In most cases L did not belittle humanity, but watching their behavior as he walked he felt no other option then to do so.
Reaching the shop at last, L was relieved to find it was small and had few people. The ice cream shop was styled to look like a garden, with each tub of ice cream held in petal like pink containers.
The women at the container smiled at him and asked if he needed assistance.
"Can I have one of everything on the left side of that menu?" L asked in his monotonous voice.
The women was about to laugh until she realized he was serious and made a pout like face at all the work ahead of her in preparing the sugar feast.
L sat down on a bar style chair that was in front of a television, he watched as a criminal was shown on the screen. Moments later another news break came up and the criminal was reported dead. He sighed at the news and looked around the ice cream shop for something to do while he waited.
A man with long black hair and law books sat in the corner; the man had a pen and was writing something in a black notebook.
When L approached he heard the man mumbling to himself 'delete'.
"May I ask what you are deleting?" L watched as the man literally jumped at his voice.
"Um…just a phrase I use to help me remember some laws", the black haired student replied, gesturing to the law books. He carefully hid his notebook out of reach.
L was about to question this when the women at the container's voice rang out to inform his of his awaiting ice cream. Without hesitation L walked away and grabbed his four cones and five bowls of ice cream.
Eating the ice cream proved to be an efficient help to his thought process. L had realized in the Kira case that 'Kira' needed both a name and face to kill, Kira also killed from a distance without having to be there. He quickly formulated a plan to prove this but first he would have to narrow down Kira's location.
L looked down at his current bowl of ice cream, he had subconsciously carved a smiley face into the creamy cold substance. A slight flush filled his emotionless face, as he wondered what Smile really looked like.
A ringing sounded in L's pocket, Watari was calling to inform him on the preparations for the laptop to speak to police and a broadcast to be made when they finally tracked the general location of Kira.
Finally finished with his ice cream, L left the shop and walked back to the hotel he was currently staying at.
When he finally arrived he had already thought through several things. One, was that he was going to reveal himself to a small group of police officers and two was by doing so he would eventually show himself to Smile in one way another.
The thought of meeting the anonymous person made L have the cat like grin he usually only had when giving speeches about justice.
Raito sat at his room's desk, staring at a blank piece of paper and thinking of what to write for his school paper. It was quite boring to go to school, he did not know what he might have done if he had not become a detective. The idea of living the static lifestyle of everyone else almost made Raito want to fall asleep out of boredom.
His thoughts moved on from these to the case he was working on. 'Kira' was what the murder was being called by the public eyes; 'Kami' was the name others had given him. Fool is the only name Raito could think of, although he figured if he might have under different circumstances done something similar.
These thoughts were seemingly annoying so Raito decided to think about other things. L was pulled into his head but before he could allow his mind to work on that subject he was interrupted. L had sent a response to his email. Without giving much thought he wrote a bland reply.
'I already told the police I was helping, we can work together. I will even tell you my theory: Kira is in Japan.'
Finally there was a case that might be important enough to make L show himself, hopefully.
A sudden thought made a frown form on his face. What if L meets him and thinks that he is an immature teenager? What if he would be ashamed to learn his friend was only thirteen when they started having intellectual discussions?
Forcing himself to stop thinking, Raito slide all of his 'Smile' things into a hidden compartment of his desk drawer and then worked on something that required no thought, school work.
Raito's mother called him in for dinner and he sat quietly, allowing his mind to focus on the television show his sister was watching and the nice food his mother had prepared.
Your name is devastation
You filled us with frustration
You could have fooled anyone
We handed up the lucky ones
And so you stood us up
And you let us down
Now you're backing off
So we're running away
I think your brain got lost in the airwaves