Author's note: Sorry for the super long delay. :( Forgive me?

Disclaimer: I do not own death note and I do not own the lyrics. But once I rule the world I will.

Another Detective

Chapter 18

L toggled the screen excessively in an effort to have one of the documents actually captivate his attention. Regardless of how many times he altered the screen the words his mind read were not the same words that stretched across the computer screen. All L's mind saw were the repetition of the words Wedy had said, 'Is Smile in here too?' Smile, why did Wedy have to mention that name? L, for the sole reason of the thief mentioning the late detective, regretted enlisting the services of Wedy and Aiber.

Did the reference to the detective imply that Wedy had actually seen Smile in person? Glancing at the once hysterical thief who had settled down on the other side of the room, L wondered if he could ask her what Smile had looked like. He decided against it, it did not matter now anyways. L would never get the chance to see Smile with his own eyes and know if he really lived up to his pseudonym.

L slid out his cell phone and opened a passcode blocked folder that held all his text messages from Smile. Since the announcement of Smile's death, L had begun to reread all of them in order to try to piece together who the detective had been. The list of texts was expansive; L had collected the messages since the first time Smile sent him a text up until the messages from Beyond. Saddened by this reminiscence of the time he had spent talking to Smile; L put the phone away and turned back to the computer screen.

In order to stop thinking about Smile, L focused on something else that Wedy had said. She had called Beyond a demon. It was improbable to think she knew of the horrendous murders that Beyond had committed so her accusation must have steamed from something other than his actual actions.

Thinking about reasons for calling Beyond such a name, L decided the most reasonable explanation must be his eye color. The typical stereotype of a demonic creature is someone with red eyes and Beyond's eyes are such a color.

This explanation made sense but it also brought to mind an occurrence a few days earlier. L had seen Raito's eyes as he woke up and they also gave the impression of being of a reddish shade. It seemed impossible for L to know two people with such an improbable eye color unless the two cases were related. Before he could make any decisions as far as how such a coincidence was possible, L had to confirm the fact that Raito's eyes were red.

Turning towards Raito, L noticed that the boy was conversing with Beyond through mouthed words. Such a conversation might be proof of Raito's involvement as Kira or it could mean that Raito knew Beyond, it could mean that Raito was Smile. The evidence for this possibility was being amplified continuously.

At same time Smile stopped contacting L, Raito was put in confinement. The brunette teen seemed to be familiar with and have similar physical characteristics to Beyond. Both the supposedly deceased detective and Raito had a lax manner of dealing matters. Raito had a smile that affected something in L's emotions. The teen seemed to look away when the only person that had seen Smile's face was looking for the late detective.

While Beyond and Raito continued the barely audible conversation, L inched his chair closer to where Raito was. Beyond seemed to detect the gradual closeness of the black haired detective and ended the exchange. Turning towards his work space, Raito seemed to not notice or simply disregard L's staring.

L scooted his chair even closer to the teen until the point where Raito's face was only a few inches from his own.

"How did you plan on using the two criminals to help infiltrate Yotsuba?" Apparently, he had noticed that L moving closer. "L?" Raito asked after not receiving an immediate response.

"Pardon me Raito-kun, I was not paying attention. I was attempting to find out something for the case."

"Were you able to find out that something?" Raito said and turned to look at L.

"Yes, Raito-kun does have red eyes. They appear brown in the light unless you look at them carefully."

"That is interesting L. Were you staring at me to find that out or did you find that out by staring for no reason?"

While L was beginning to say something in response to this question, Mogi said something at the other side of the room that roused L's attention. "Where did B go?"

A dread arose in L's eyes as he looked around in the room and in the camera views for Beyond. No matter how much Smile had trusted him, L would never trust Beyond with the horrible images of the murders Beyond had committed flashing in his mind. Taking into consideration the possibilities of where Beyond had gone, L became anxious and panicked mentally.

"I think he just left to go with Matsuda and Misa," Ukita responded to Mogi's question. The two did not seem concerned by Beyond being missing, why would they? They had no reason to think that Beyond was secretly a criminal that had murdered people but never been convicted.

The director had decided on the replacement for Misa's co-star in the upcoming movie. It was ironic that they had chosen a person that had a criminal record after the last star had been killed by Kira. Matsuda watched as Misa acted out her part for a movie.

Seeing a movie when it is actually being made always sounded like an enjoyable experience to him but with Misa on the set it was terribly annoying. As the girl whined to her director about something, Matsuda surveyed the area. His searching gaze stopped at a soaring structure of glass windows. This large building was something he had seen before, it was Yotsuba's headquarters.

Furthermore, it was Friday and Matsuda specifically remembered that Ukita discovered that killings were concentrated on this day of the week. Matsuda knew the time would come for him to help out the case in more ways than just watching over Misa and he was sure this was the time he had been waiting for. In an act of exaggerated fervor, Matsuda threw a cup of coffee he had been drinking to the ground and began to dash towards the building's entrance.

Prior to him reaching the building his nerves began to act up, could the person to the left or right of him be Kira at this very moment? Matsuda experienced an internal conflict as to whether or not he should actually enter the building but still acting on spur of the moment impulses, he entered.

Crawling past the fairly weak security consisting of a single elderly guard, Matsuda made his way into the main lobby. Behind him, he heard the door open again and he quickly ran towards a space that would conceal his presence. Around the opposite side of the room he could hear two individuals speaking in hushed whispers. The words were regarding a secret meeting that was being held.

Deciding to follow them, Matsuda charged towards the elevator. Once he reached it, Matsuda stood straight and acted as if he was supposed to be in the business setting. The elevator doors closed just as a shadow of a man was beginning to approach him. Matsuda hoped whoever the man had been would not be any hindrance to the investigation of the secret meeting.

Matsuda reached the floor that the men had been headed to. Behind a closed door he could hear a series of voices; this could possibly be the meeting. Matsuda leaned closer to the door and once he overheard the word Kira, he pressed his ear entirely against the door. Abruptly, a shadow fell from behind him and Matsuda reluctantly turned to look at whoever might have caught him.

"Super spy tactics Matsuda! Take the elevator in the open were everyone could see your face then listen to someone that can possibly kill you without having to be anywhere near you by pressing your ear against a door," Beyond said with a sarcastically amazed tone.

"They mentioned Kira," Matsuda quickly said in an inept attempt to excuse his actions.

"Just be glad Kira's the murder and not me," Beyond said and then muttered something else under breath that Matsuda could not understand. It almost sounded like he said 'this time' but Matsuda knew that could not make sense in that context.

Before Matsuda could ask the many foolish questions forming in his mind, the door of the room that had been discussing Kira swung open. In shock, Matsuda stumbled backwards but Beyond seemed merely amused. It must come from being on the Smiling side of justice.

"What are you doing here?" A man behind the door demanded, the man whose name above his head had no numbers.

Beyond complied a mental list of the problems involved in this situation. Higuchi Kyosuke was Kira, Kira could kill them at any moment if he had the eyes, Beyond was with Matsuda who would not prove to be helpful, and on the way up the stairs he could not find a kitchen in this place to steal any jam from. Why break into a building if it does not even have a decent kitchen?

Beside Beyond, Matsuda thought of ways he could excuse the situation. He knew he had to be the one to give the excuse, in order to gain some type of leverage over B informing L of the situation they were currently in. Another one of his brilliant ideas came to him and he spoke up.

"We are here to see if you might be interested in using Misa Misa spokesperson for your company," Matsuda's words were mumbled and nervous but they had a relaxing effect on Higuchi. He probably had assumed Matsuda was not with the police since only someone like the model Misa would hire a person like Matsuda.

Glaring towards Matsuda, Beyond already knew what the next question from Kira-3 would be and almost grinned when the man finally asked it. Higuchi asked them why they do not Misa with them. Once again, Matsuda spoke up and mentioned the movie that Misa was filming. Beyond was actually surprised at how well formulated the excuse was, until he realized that Matsuda was just the truth.

"He is lying," Beyond finally said. He then received surprised glances from both Matsuda and Higuchi. Reaching into his pocket, Beyond pulled out an official police badge for a criminal psychologist. "Matsui here is not Misa's manager but he is a patient with a disorder. He snuck into your building and heard about a secret meeting. With his childish mentality he wanted to spy on the meeting."

Something flashed through Higuchi's eyes and seemed to soften his entire face. "My mother had a mental problem too; I understand how people like him can sometimes act." With those words Beyond saw an opportunity and turned the conversation to Kira.

"What is truly sad is as a criminal psychologist I often evaluate the mental health of criminals and almost all the criminals that the idealist 'Kira' has killed have been people with disorders." Beyond's words caused the man's eyes to widen and a certain pain to pass through his eyes. By playing with the man's empathy, Beyond had made him think he had killed his mother over and over again through his actions as Kira.

"I need to return to my meeting but I hope all goes well with Matsui," the man said sullenly. Beyond nodded and waited for the door of the room to close, then he gestured for Matsuda to come with him.

In a befuddled manner, Matsuda followed and seemed to be pretending to act more foolish after being labeled by Beyond as a victim of a mental disorder. Questions began to tug at Matsuda's feeble and attention deficit mind as Beyond led them towards the elevator. Inside the realm of the elevator, Matsuda let one of the questions out. "Do you think he believed you?" Beyond pondered the question by staring at the ceiling for a moment.

"I am not sure. Would you keep quiet if I went back and killed him?" Matsuda was shocked at the question. B was joking, right? He could not be serious about such a question, a proposition like this was outlandish. It was probably only asked for rhetorical value. Deciding not to respond, Matsuda began the decent down the elevator by pressing the lobby button.

As he pressed the button, he heard B mumbling something about his numbers being so expansive because of such an attitude. Matsuda wished he was intelligent enough to know what B meant by 'numbers'. There were no numbers that Matsuda had and if he did he did not know anything about how expansive they are.

"Just try to get some rest Sayu; I will stay right here to make sure you can get to sleep. Does that sound good?" Sachiko said in a soothing tone.

Reluctantly, Sayu complied with what her mother had requested and laid down on her bed next to where her mother was seated. Sachiko began to hum a Japanese hymn to her. Surprisingly enough, Sayu was quick to nod off into a blissful state of rest as her mother hummed.

Sachiko smiled at the sleeping girl. It would not be much longer until Sayu was as old as Raito and could no longer be comforted by a soothing tone and a peaceful lullaby. Sayu had always been such a sweet young girl and she, unlike her brother, was a conformist. At least Sachiko knew the reason Raito was so strange was his genes not her parenting because Sayu had turned out normal.

Sayu had friends and rarely felt the need to hide anything from Sachiko but throughout Raito's youth he had always been hiding something. Now, after her husband's death, it seemed that even Sayu was blocking her mother from the problems that where bothering her.

Standing up from the bed, Sachiko tried to decide what to do with the rest of the day. Maybe she could call Raito and see how he was doing; it had been days since she had heard his voice. His voice always sounded so stern and caring like Soichiro's had. Sachiko was called away from her musing when Sayu's computer made a noise.

Technical things never seemed to be something Sachiko was good at but she was pretty sure Sayu had received a new email message from Raito. The prospect of reading a message sent from her son made Sachiko joyful. With a motherly smile, Sachiko clicked several buttons on the keyboard until she realized she had to use the 'mouse' to be able to open the window and view the new message. The first few lines startled her.

'I am still not really Raito but I am sure you are already aware of that.'

Who was Sayu communicating with over the online-internet thing if it was not Raito? Sachiko's eyes trailed the rest of the words on the computer screen.

'Do not concern yourself with telling me things about Raito-kun. Raito already tells me everything; people do not hold information back from their lovers.'

Why did the person use the term 'lover'? Even if it was Raito's girlfriend, wouldn't she just call herself a girlfriend? Whoever Sayu had been sending emails to must be of the male gender and if they were telling the truth, they were a male that Raito was in a relationship with. They also seemed to be someone Raito was in contact with despite him working on the Kira case.

Sachiko tried to recall the names of anyone from the police force that could possibly be who the email was sent from but the only person she could think of was Aizawa and he had a family. There was one thing that Sachiko was sure of; she was going to speak to Raito about this matter once he was done with his work on the Kira case.

If only Soichiro was around, he would know how to use the computer and find out exactly who had sent the email. Maybe it was really just Raito who was playing games with Sayu, based on the way the sender had spoke to Sayu there seemed to be a familiar aspect in the language. Relying on this idea, Sachiko composed an email.

'From: Sayu'

'No wonder Kira has not been caught yet, I wondered what you had been spending all your time doing.'

Sachiko was not ready for the type of response she was going to receive in a few minutes.

'From: Raito'

'I didn't know you were so sarcastic Sayu! I wouldn't have told you I am Smile if I knew you were going to make fun of my work ethic.'

This made sense. It made sense why Raito had always been reclusive and why he was always sending messages on his phone and why he was so interested in the news when something happened but never seemed to be interested in the result. Raito is Smile; he is one of the world's greatest detectives.

Dare to believe
Over one last time and then I'll let the

Darkness cover me
Deny everything
Slowly walk away
To breath again
On my own, on my own