CHAPTER 4

S.B'S TURN

L'S POV

"Chief, a-are you okay?" I turned around to face the rest of the task force to see what the trouble was. It has been 3 days since Mr Yagami has gone to consult V, and he has been acting odd ever since. "Chief?" Matsuda repeated.

"Chief? What's the matter?" Aizawa was growing concerned.

"I was just thinking . . ." When he didn't continue I had to ask.

"Yes?" He did not say anything, so I stood and lazily walked to the couch he was sitting on, lost in his own thought. When I sent him out to talk to V I had hoped V would not get to him, but it appears she had.

"I was just thinking that . . . I don't deserve to be Chief."

"W-what?"

"NO!"

"That's crazy!"

"YEAH!" The argument went on until I spoke over them.

"What makes you say that?" He lifted his head and sighed deeply.

"Well, I don't know, I was just thinking that I'm not . . . observant enough to be of any help." Yes, there is no doubt that V has pursued her magic upon him.

"V told you that, didn't she," I ground through a mumble. When he nodded I couldn't hold back a sighed. "I told you not to let her get into your head, Chief Yagami."

"Woah! What could she have possibly done to make you think that?!" Matsuda asked intently, eyes wide in shock and curiosity.

"Yes, please do answer that," I urged.

"I . . . I don't really know, I . . . I was asking her if she could join the investigation, then she somehow got me to tell her what we know about the killings, then . . . she told me that there was more to be discovered, then she told me that if we can understand this case than we would have to understand life . . . and that out of anyone in the world, she would be the only one to understand it. I asked why, and she said that it was because she was observant, and I wasn't." I repeated what he said through my mind and came up with an important question.

"But what proof does she held against you? She can't possibly know."

"Yes she can." He paused for a moment, and then let out a long sigh, looking back down. "Her exact words were, if you were observant, you would have seen that you are only one sheet of glass away from touching a deadly monster. She had . . . somehow found a way to go from the back wall to the glass without . . . me noticing. She even . . . somehow . . . got me to . . . step closer as well. She was so fast when she moved to the back wall, she got me to fall over when I said her name, and she even had me believe that she was . . . harmless, that she was just a girl with a confused mind, but . . . she is so much more than that."

How could this be possible? Was there really such a human being? Was she even human? What else could she be? Then a thought struck me like lightening from a white cloud, shocking and unexpected. Could V be a Shinigami?

V'S POV

I smiled slightly as the charcoal glided over yet another piece of paper. I had managed to trick the guards into allowing me to have some sort of entertainment while I was in here. At first they had given me a pen, but after I had taken the spring from inside of it I demanded that they take it back and replace it with charcoal, now that I know longer needed the pen.

Being in this cell I rarely get to see anything other than wall, so in a rather strange way, the picture I draw are my views. I have done one of the Sydney Habra Bridge, the Liberty bell and an old Christmas tree, and now the 13 year old L.

I was almost halfway through when I heard the pit patterns of footsteps. It could not be L, if I am not mistaken, L does not wear shoes, so his footsteps would be much littler if it were him, but a gauds steps are much louder, almost stern, confident. It had to be another taskforce member. It would not be Mr Yagami; he would still be recovering from our last little talk.

The task member stood in front of the glass, but I did not lift me head, or even still my hand, why should I? He cannot be worth it.

"Umm . . ." He sounded weak. He might not be worth my time, but why not kill him in some small way. I stilled my hand and thought about that for a moment. To kill or not to kill? I slowly lifted my head and peaked out him through my hair and eye lashes. He looks too innocent to eat, he would not taste all that good anyway, so, I will kill him . . . emotionally. "H-hi." He will not be hard to break, hmmm; I could even make him cry right in front of me. I smiled at that thought and he gulped.

"Hello," I breathed out through a pure-like sound. He stared at me, and I stared back, waiting.

"Umm, hi," he said again, and I could just see into his mind, that he wanted to slap himself at that moment. I liked how he thought so far.

"Hello," I answered back, a little more pronounced this time. Again, we stared, and I could see he was getting more and more nervous.

"Hi." I smiled at him, finding his mix of emotions amusing, then shook my head, my smile still in place, and focused my attention back on my little L. It felt as though I had been neglecting him by wasting time looking at the man, no, by looking at the boy in front of me. "Umm . . . how are you?" Could this boy get any more stupid?

"Fine, thank you, and you, Mr . . ." I trailed my sentence off, wanting a name, but never let my attention leave my drawing.

"Umm, well . . ." He sounded rushed again, clearly unsure if he was allowed to use his real name at this moment. "I'm okay."

"Good, good, but may I ask what it is that you want me to call you?" He was silent. He looked as though he were trying to remember something, an alias perhaps. Yes, L would have given them all aliases to prevent anyone knowing there really names. This boy was trying to remember his. "You do not have to tell me your real name, nor the alias L has given you, all I want is something to call you." He seemed to relax.

"Thanks," he sighed in relief, then went back into thought. "Hmm, well . . . umm . . ." Wow, I guess he could get stupider, if he cannot even think up a name, so, I thought up one for him, Stupid Boy.

"How about I call you . . . S.B?"

"S.B?" I nodded.

"Yes, S.B is perfect."

"Oh, umm . . . okay." There was a long minute of silence, and I could tell it was going to take him a while to think up something intelligible to say, so, I folded my legs to help me be more patient. "Umm, so, L sent me here to . . . umm, give you these." I glanced up (never ceasing my hand from drawing) to see he was holding a yellow folder with papers in it. "He wants you to look at them."

"Hmm, is that so?"

"Yes, b-but only after you answer something." I gave him my wicked smirk, and he stiffened.

"And what is it I will be answering, S.B?"

"You never gave us a straight answer . . . from yesterday, I mean."

"Oh, and what was it that I was asked yesterday, S.B?" He gulped.

"Are you going to help us?" My smirk became something more of a grin as I flipped my now completed drawing over and began writing.

"Well, S.B, I suppose I could, but on one condition." He was a little shocked by this.

"W-what is it?"

"I want you to . . ." I said, rolling the paper up after I was done writing. ". . . take this to L for me . . ." I rolled another page over the original so it would not get wet or smudged. ". . . and do not look at it until after L has. Do you understand?"

He immediately nodded his head. "Yes, I will."

"Good. You can send those through now." He did as he was told, and put the papers through a small metal box and slid it into my sell. I slowly unfolded my leg and got up from my chair.

It only took me a second to see that the papers were the same ones in the file, so I saw no reason to look over them again, which is good, seeing as I wanted to make S.B cry.

"Hmm, so, S.B. . ." He stared at me eyes wide, waiting for me to continue. "How is Mr Yagami? He seemed rather unset when he left." He suddenly got defensive.

"Yeah, because you made him think he wasn't good enough to be involved in the Kira case." I chuckled.

"And he is not the only one."

"W-what?" His anger was gone now, and was replaced with confusion and shock. I looked up at him, still smirking. He looked so venerable, like L when we kissed.

"You think you are so brave and special because L sent you to give me these?" I waved the papers in his face. "L already knows I have read those when I hacked into police files." He seemed even more shocked, so it was clear that this thought had not accord to him. "You are so blind, you really need to start opening your eyes if you do not what to be killed. You never even asked what S.B stands for." He waited for me to tell him. "It means 'Stupid Boy', S.B. That was the very first impression you gave me the second I heard you very footsteps. You are stupid, cowardly, and I find it awfully difficult to respect you, and I am one to respect everything. That is the one thing you want, is it not?" He gulped, and I could faintly see the tears forming in his eyes. I wanted to grin, but that would only give away my act. "That is why you became a cop that is why you joined the Kira case, and yet you still fight for it, and no matter how hard you fight, you know that you will never get the respect you will never earn. And all that, S.B, I could tell just from your footsteps."

L'S POV

As I carefully watched Light Yagami as he slept I heard the behind me shut and I had no doubt that it was Matsuda. I got up from my seat and had my full attention on the boy that spoke to V, and was surprised to see his eyes were . . . blood shot. He had been crying.

"Matsuda?" He didn't reply, but instead collapsed onto the floor. "Matsuda?" What had she said to have the moment resolve into this? "I assume you had a good chat with V than." He looked up at me with watery eyes.

"S-she . . ." I walked over to him as he held up a rolled up page to me. "She said she would o-only help if I give this to y-you." I gently took the paper from his hands, and unrolled it. It was a charcoal drawing of me, when I was 13, the last time V saw my face. I stared at it wide eyed; examining every detail, then turned it over to see if there was anything else. There was, it was a note, written in code.

Uvovyvovtvevmvovcvlvlvivwviv evmvrvovfvkvovovlvtvovnvovDv evnvovgvevbvlvlvivwvVL

What could this possibly mean?

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