CHAPTER 12

SHOCK

V'S POV

I sat there, in the car, staring at the young woman lying on the ground. It could not be Kira; it was completely out of his character to just attack an incessant human for no reason. It had to be a Shinigami.

No, it could not. This could all just be–

"Did you say something, V?" Oh, I had not realised I had spoken out loud.

"No, it is just, she . . ." I did not need to finish.

"Yes," he agreed, then got out of the car with me following behind. The girl was still on the ground and a crowd was starting to form around her. The ambulance soon came and took her away, but I already knew she was dead.

"Hey," a stranger called out to me. I turned to the man. "You were right." I gasped unexpectedly. Could it really be? No, this man was human, so it must be the Shinigami controlling him. He suddenly rowed in pain, and collapsed, just like the girl had, and that was exactly how I discovered the existence of Shinigami.

What I was to do, I did not know. What is one meant to do in this situation? Most would scream, faint even, but I just stood there, considering all possibilities. Kira is not a Shinigami that much I knew. A Shinigami would not waste time killing only criminals, what would the point be? Perhaps the Shinigami gave this power to a human. But what would the point be? Why bother? I only came up with one answer. The Shinigami was board. It is quite logical if you think about it, what fun can a Shinigami have anyway? All it could really do was kill, so why not give it to a human to do?

"V? Are you coming?" came L's voice. In the distance I could hear a second ambulance, so there was no reason to stay any longer. I wordlessly turned my back to the body at my feet and climbed into the car. "Hmm, you know, for a crazy serial killer you seem a little shaken by a man's death," L observed. I did not speak.

". . . shouldn't we open and investigation into this matter?"

"If we do it should be correlated separately from the Kira case, also we'll have to use police sketches instead of actual photos."

"V?! Are you even listening to our convocation?" I did hear most of what they said, but I was not thinking about it as much as the house of cards I was building on the table.

"Hmm, it depends on how you look at it," I murmured.

"Why do we even put up with you?! You do nothing to help the investigation!"

"Oh, is that so?" The door opened a second later, and Watari came in.

"Riuzaki." L turned to look at him, clearly hearing the concern in the alderly man's voice as much as I did. "Something seems to be happening, on Socera TV." This could be good. They immediately turned the television on.

". . . in other words all reporters and staff members here are Kira's hostages. Aside from that we have a professional obligation to share this message with you. I assure you this is not a hoax and that Socera TV is not airing this tape for the purposes of sensationalism."

"Kira's hostages? What is this?"

"Four days ago our program director here at Socera TV received four tapes. After a thorough examination there can be no doubt there are from Kira himself. The first tape we received contained a production regarding the time of death of two suspected criminals who've recently been arrested, and as predicted at the exact time Kira had specified both men died suddenly of heart attacks yesterday. Kira has instructed us to air the second tape today at exactly five fifty nine pm, and we do intend to comply with his demands. This tape should offer proof of him power by predicting another death, we understand that it contains a message to all the people of the world from Kira." Every one (L, Watari and myself being the exceptions) gasped. Kira was about to air a message to the world. I could not let that happen; at this point I did not care for what the message says. The world could not see it. This will prove what help I am to the case.

I turned my face down and slid my finger and thumb into my mouth. L was too busy staring at the television to notice me unlock the chain with the bit of mettle, and the others were also too busy to see me slide out of the room.

The second I was out of the building I put the mettle back into my mouth and broke in to a sprint. I had to find a car, or some sense of transport! Anything that could get me to that television station! I came to an abrupt stop when I spotted an expensive looking car. It was no trouble breaking into it, nor to start it, in fact, if anything, it was too easy, but I let that thought banish from my mind before it could distract me farther.

I pulled up at the television station, but by the time I got there one of the men in our task force was already there. I wanted to get out, oh how I wanted to get out, but something was holding me back. I knew this feeling, and whenever one was getting this feeling, they must obey it. So, I waited. I leaned back in the driver's seat and was in the middle of crossing my legs over, but then, with what felt like an instant, the man collapsed.

I understood the feeling now, Kira must be around here somewhere, or at the least, had put up some cameras so anyone that tried to stop the tape would die. No problem, but if I am to break in there without being see, I will need a bigger vehicle. Though this one was fast, but I was not about to waste time trying to use it to breakthrough what could possibly be a bulletproof glass, besides; I would not miss out on a chance to gain more of Mr. Yagami's trust.

I stomped my foot on peddle and sped down the street, to the hospital.

When I was in his room I saw he was already trying to get out of bed, which was good.

"Eager, are we?" I joked, leaning my side up against the door frame. His eyes snapped to mine, surprised.

"Ryuuzaki sent you here, didn't he, to make sure I don't leave?" Alright, that was the most ridiculous thing I have heard all day. I laughed out loud; it has been a while since I have done that.

"No, Mr. Yagami," I chucked once my laughter had finely died down. "L does not even know I am gone, I came to stop those tapes."

"Then why are you here?" I straightened my back so I was not leaning anymore, and walked over to him to pull a blanket around him, and help him walk.

"I just had a hunch that you would not want to sit back and watch television. Now come, we do not have much time." At this point I had us running in the halls and into the parking lot. I looked around quickly until I found a van satisfying enough the drive. Mr. Yagami did not seem too pleased with the fact that I had to steal a car, but he said nothing of it. "I am driving," I stated as I opened the door. He was about to protest, but I interrupted him. "We need to get there as soon as possible, Mr Yagami, and honestly, I do not believe you could ever even come close to mastering my driving abilities on your best day." He said nothing. I climbed into the car and when Mr. Yagami was in I began driving.

L'S POV

"For all we know he could have just placed surveillance cameras in the eerier, if we rush down there unprepared all of us will be killed–" Aizua grabbed onto my shoulder, pulling my side up and continued to yell.

"WASN'T IT YOU THAT SAID WE'DE HAVE TO RISK OUT LIVES TO CATCH KIRA?!"

"I meant what I said, but, risking my life to catch Kira and doing something that I know will cost me my life are two entirely different things." I could feel myself shaking with grief. Though I knew it was not entirely my fault he died I couldn't help the guilt I felt for letting him go.

"OH YEAH?" He sounded as though he was about to continue, but he noticed my shaking form and was left stunned.

"Please control yourself, we've lost Ukita. I understand that you want to go there but if something was to happen to you as well . . ." I could never forgive myself. To have two good, incessant men die with myself being partly responsible would be unforgivably. Aizua sighed in defeat.

"And now I will need a response from the police, they need to decide if they want to help me create a better world for all of us. Please announce your decision on the six a clock news in four days, I prepared two videos, one to be aired if the answer is yes, and another if the answer is no."

Suddenly, a black van drove straight through the entrance of the TV station, leaving a loud echoing bang. "A vehicle had just driven through the front doors of the station!" The task force gasped.

"Well, that's one way to get into the building without being seen by Kira," I complimented.

"But who would . . . ?" I leaned to the left and looked over to the floor beside my chair and was surprised to see the end of the handcuff lying on the carpet, but no hand locked in it.

"Where is V?!" I began to panic. Was it her that drove through the station? Or had she run away? No, there would be no point in that. If she stares something she is entitled to finish it, it's in her nature.

I urgently looked around the room for her, with very little successes. "I-I don't know."

V'S POV

"SHUT UP!" Mr. Yagami yelled reaching into him inner jacket pocket to pull out his gun, but came out empty handed. I fiddled with it in my hands and sighed when he glared at me.

"Allow me," I grumbled. He was not very good at threats, or at least not compared to me. I turned my attention to the man with sunglasses. "Now, you will give us those tapes." My words were slow, casual yet deadly, and if looks could kill my instance stare would be enough to become Kira. "Or I will make sure you suffer more than Kira could ever make you, do we understand each other?" He was shocked, his body shaking, yet he was still able to give a hesitant nod. He all but skipped to a bag a meeter away from where he stood and quickly began searching through it. When he was done and the tapes were in a little yellow bag, and we left the room Mr. Yagami pulled out his phone.

"I need to speak to Ryuuzaki." I turned to look at him as he spoke. "Yes, but I had a little help." His eyes meat mine for a second. "Neither of us could just sit back and watch. We've confiscated all of the tapes, we're bringing them to you . . . I'm feeling just fine. To be honest with you I don't think I've ever felt so alive." Well, I do have that effect on people. "So what do you think we should do now, I'd say going out the front would be too dangerous, but we can only use the police van again." I did not like that word, we, it inquired that Mr. Yagami and I are working together, and I hated that. There was a long pause. "You want us to exit through the front entrance?" Well, this surely will be exciting. "Oh, yes, she is right here." He looked at me with his tiered, weak eye and help out the phone and I took it, hold it to my ear and smirked.

"Hello?" I asked, tilting my head slightly.

"V! Did you hear anything we said?"

"Of course I did, and Mr. Yagami and I will be out the front shortly. And I can imagine you have a few questions when I get there." I hung up the phone and handed it back to Mr. Yagami.

In that instant all you would be able to hear was the tapping of Mr. Yagami's shoes and the soft patter of my feet. Mr. Yagami and I were in the leading to the front door that was streaming bright early sunshine raze. I could not suppress the smile that had tried so hard to slide onto my face all night at the dramatic effect. As we walked out I must admit I was surprised at what I saw. Hundreds of officers were all lined up on the busses, all wearing helmets that shielded their faces, holding plastic shields, and working together to make one big human force field. It appears L has convinced the police to work with us on this one.

I sat in the driver's seat of the car ahead, but the minute Mr. Yagami slid into the car my stomach twisted painfully. It is not good at all. I wanted to just erase in from my mind, but that was simply impossible, and I could not drive for if I use too much energy the twisting will just get worse.

"Umm, Mr. Yagami, perhaps it would be best if you drive." He seemed very shocked by my words, but before he could reply I was already out and making my way into the back seat.

We arrived at the hotel, and if I could, I would have let Mr. Yagami lean his wait on me, it would have made me look concerning, and generous, but I really just could not do it. Instead I allowed Watari to do that job. We entire the hotel door and I was not surprised to see the men standing there. "Chief Yagami!"

"Welcome back, Chief."

"Ryuuzaki, we apologise for taking matters into our own hands, I have to admit we got a little bit carried away."

"No," L assured, walking closer.

"Here." Mr. Yagami held up the bag of tapes and explained what it was, and I just looked down, feeling rather tiered.

"I can't thank you enough."

"I think I better rest for a minute," Mr. Yagami groaned.

"Hmm, maybe you should too, V." I looked up at him through my hair. "You don't look too good."

"Hey, yeah," S.B gasped. "You look green!"

"Don't tell me that wore you out." I rolled my eyes at that remark Aizua made.

"Of course not–" I was cut off by me stomach twisting painfully again, and groaned falling forward into L's arms.

"What is going on, V?"

"I-I . . . I need b-blood."

I hope you liked this chapter!

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Hello, I am glad you seem to like my story, and I just thought you should know I am currently reading one of your stories called 'The Cakeaholic Learns About Love' and I think it is quite good, and in my opinion you should continue it, it is very inspiring. Thank you!