CHAPTER 9

ONE STEP AHEAD

V'S POV

"These are all the tapes," S.B huffed, dropping the last box beside the couch L and I were sitting on. L began searching through them, ignoring S.B. "These are the tapes you requested, all have the records of the FBI agents death," he spoke up again, clearly trying to gain L's attention, almost as though he expected a thank you.

"Yes, very good work," L mumbled, humouring S.B, and that surprised me. Why would he even bother? It is not like he deserves much more than to be ignored. L just continued to search through the box of tapes, but he was taking too long, so I took matters into my own hands.

"Oh, give me this," I grumbled, pushing him out of the way (taking to lollypop from out of his pocket) causing him to fall off the couch. I shifted into L's spot and leaned over the box. "Umm. . ." I quickly read through the tape tittles and chose the once that seemed most promising, and they were the once that showed the death of Ray Penber. "This one," I decided, pulling out the first Ray Penber tape and pushed it up against Mr Yagami's chest. "This one." I gave him another tape. "This one, this one, and . . . this one." He was about to set them on the table but I stopped him by pulling out one more. "And, this one, too." I sat back in me seat and loosed down at L, who was still lying on the floor, eyes narrowed, glaring at me. I shrugged it off and waited for them to play the tapes, but they just had to make sure L approved of them first.

He carefully examined the tapes, than nodded in approval. "Yes, these would be the most appropriate choices; I would've done the same."

"Yes, I know." He looked back up at me.

"And what is that supposed to mean?" I rolled my eyes. Of course he would not see it.

"You and I, L, are much alike," I decided to start. "We think a lot alike, we act a lot alike, in fact, there are only slight differences between the two of us, but do you know what the biggest is?" He smirked before speaking.

"Yes, I'm not an insane murderer," he stated, thinking he out did me with the insult game. I smiled at the foolish thought.

"Very close, but incorrect." He frowned and looked harder for the correct answer. I almost felt sorry for him, because he was in denial. If he was not, he would have figured it out by now. I repeat, I almost felt sorry. "The difference, dearest L, is that I am quicker." To prove my point farther, I unwrapped the lollypop and stuck it into my mouth. L looked down at the pocket of his jeans, confused, and pushed his hand into them, checking to see if the lollypop was his. I chucked and continued to suck on it, and mumble out a few more words. "I am always, one step ahead." He looked back up at me, his left eye covered by his messy hair.

"Hmm, is that so?" I knew what he was planning to do, so to make things easier for him, I stood up on the couch, and my head healed high, acting like I did not know what he was playing.

That was when he struck, kicking me in the face, causing me to fly backwards. He had quite the kick, I will give him that, but I kept true to my words by rebounding off the wall, making me shoot at L. He had not expected this. I tackled him to the ground, knocking the wind strait out of him. I jumped up onto his lap, so I was straddling him and began punching him. I considered him luck I chose to through soft punches, or he would, without a doubt end up with a concussion, or blackout into a coma.

It took the task force a moment to react, but when they did they were lunging at me, pulling me off him forcefully. I could easily rip myself out from their grip, but it was quite enough fighting of now. L did not seem to agree, so he attacked me again, tumbling as back onto the ground.

Any one that has meat L would think he was a calm soul, but I have always thought differently. I may have only been chained to him for no more than a few hours, but I always knew he had a burning fire in him, like me!

I let him though a few punches, but then it began to hurt, so I kicked him off me. I stood back up and before I could really do much L started a kick and punch frenzy. He looked almost crazy, and it did not help the situation that he was completely unable to touch me, for my dodges and blocks were way too fast. This kept up for a few second before his frenzy became too out of control, so, I decided to control it. I jumped up at him, wrapped my legs around his neck and flipped backwards so he would end up on his back with me safely sitting on his chest. He tried to push me off but I pulled my left arm up so the chain that had curled its way around his neck would tighten.

"Do not even think about it," I warned lifting my arm up higher. "Yes, L, I am always, one step ahead." And with that, I got off him, sat back on the couch and waited for the one of the men to play the first tape.

So, the day continued on like that, searching through the records of Ray Penber's death, and I was rather pleased with what I found. He had appeared to have a folder with him as he entered the train, but he did not when he exited it. Not to mention his strange behaviour as he suffered the heart attack. I kept quiet about it though, lost in my own mind, thinking up an explanation, and also to see how long it would take L to see it.

Hmm, Kira needs a face and a name to kill, and all the FBI agents had died at almost the exact same time, Ray Penber being the last of all. And the way he was desperately directing towards the doors as he died, it all could not have been Kira alone. Perhaps Kira was on that train? Yes, that is it, and he made Ray Penber kill them without having him know somehow. And whatever power Kira has to kill was inside that folder. But what could it possibly have been?

My eyes flew to the ceiling in wonder, almost as if I were asking the lord all mighty himself for an answer. How does Kira do it? What makes him so worthy of such power? Was he born with it? Was he given it? And if so, by whom, and why. Was it accidental? One big mix up of coincidence? Or was it fate?

"V?!" a voice was yelling from a distance, or right next to me, but I was too far gone to tell the difference. "V!" it yelled again. I ignored it, but after its third try I decided to break out of my trance, it was not like I had much of a clue of what to think up next.

"Yes?" I asked bluntly, turning my head in the direction of the voice. Mr Yagami.

"Didn't you listen to anything we said?" My answer was, as it always was, quite and straight forward.

"No. Now, if you will excuse me. . ." I turned my attention back to the ceiling, but instead of the white wall I had been expected to see, I came to see two wide, curious eyes. L was hovering above my head.

"What were to thinking about, V?" I shrugged.

"Just the possibilities of what could have been in that folder."

"So you were listening?" he asked, a smile playing at his lips.

"No, I was not."

"So, you saw the folder already? Before I mentioned it?" He did not seem too surprised, in fact, he looked more . . . excited.

"Yes." He stared, and I stared back, and the smile that had being fighting so hard to appear on him thin, cold face, finely succeeded.

"Well, Vampire, something tells me you will be of much use to this case, in fact, we all might finish this case by Christmas, our hearts still beating." I smirked, narrowing my eyes playfully.

"I already plan on walking away from here by Christmas, L, possibly sooner, if all goes well. But I do not know about the rest of you. Just because I am helping, does not mean I plan on saving all of you from death. I could turn my back on you when you need me most, the second Kira writes your name in his death list, do not rely on me. That will kill you quicker than Kira ever could."

LIGHT'S POV

Well, today was the day, the final exams. I didn't doubt that I'd get 100%, like I always do, I didn't really care, I kinda just wanted to get it over with so I could go back to my room and continue making the perfect world. I like thinking about the future. What'll it be like? That answer was obvious. It'd be how I wanted it to be.

I took my seat and waited for the test to be handed around. Only a few seconds after I had finished the exam the teacher walked past me. I watched him pass, than picked up my pen, just wishing it could have been safe enough to bring my notebook with me. "You there, student 162, sit properly in your chair!" I turned my attention to this student, just sitting a few tables away from me. He had black hair, white skin, he was in a creased white shirt and blue jeans, fumbling his bare toes and holding the end of his pencil between his thumb and finger. He lifted his head up and stared at me with wide, black eyes with deep circles under them. I assumed he spent all night studying. Wow, this guy's weird. "Hey, you, must I say it to you too?!" I broke our intense stare and looked over at the other student. She had the whitest of hair, as messy as the other guy's. She was wearing a white, long sleaved, button up shirt that reached mid thou, black leggings, white socks and black, leather, fingerless gloves.

"I apologise, sir, but I must sit like this." I was surprised to see her talk back at the teacher like this. "It keeps me patient."

"And why would you need to be patient? You have an entire exam in front of you!"

"Yes, I am aware of that, sir, but what us is it when I have already finished it. If you are really so concerned about my choice of sitting, than why not give me another exam? One that is not designed for children." The teacher was speechless, just like me. Would was she?

"I-I'll see what I can do."

"One for me, too," the boy weir boy suddenly said, raising his pencil in the air. Oh, a little competition, about time.

"Make that three," I stated, gaining the attention of the white headed girl. Our eyes met and I was lost. She shoved her hand through her hair, removing it from her face, exposing it to me. She was . . . beautiful. She had the most palest of skins, looking soft, and touchable. Her eyes were wide, bright, and full of life, fire. We stared for a long minute, but them she did something that made her look even more impossibly beautiful. She smiled. It was small, and devilish, but not the kind that you would see on a girl in the magazines. She looked more like she was saying that she knew who I was . . . and respected me for it. I like her already.

Hello! Finely, V and Light have seen each other, and already it seems as though Light is falling for her! Please leave a comment!