CHAPTER 17

LETTER

V'S POV

All was quiet, I liked that. No one said a word, I liked that, too. People started talking. I did not like that.

"Yes that's right, Ryuzaki, listen to yourself, of course Shinigami don't exist!" Kira, that liar is . . . well, lying through his teeth. Shinigami exist and he knew that!

L turned his trembling head to Kira. "You're probably right, but I remember that Kira had those prisoners write something suggesting the existence of Shinigami." I gulped and stared at all the others, trying to examine their reactions, but it was . . . hard. I was trying, I really was trying to get past my panic attack, but, as I said, it was hard.

"So, based on that fact, perhaps we're dealing with the same person after all, that would definitely explain why we're hearing the same words." Oh, Mr. Yagami, how wrong you are.

"I don't think so, because, if this was the same person, it's highly unlikely he would have responded to our video in the first place." I stopped listening. I already knew this, why hear it from someone like Kira? I looked over at L, and noticed he was beginning to calm down. He looked less shaken, and his eye looked so much calmer as he pinched the bridge of his nose. He must have sensed my stare, for he turned to stare back.

"V, what is your opinion on this conclusion?" he asked, standing up from the floor and pulling his chair back up, but he did not sit in it, he just stood there, waiting for my response.

"N-n-no." My voice as well as my body trembling uncontrollably. "No, Shinigami exist."

"What, are you crazy, Shinigami do not exist!" Well, Kira was certainly eager to have us believe his lie. I slowly turned my head until I was staring him straight in the eye.

"Why, yes I am, Light. But you already figured that much out, now have you not?"

"Yeah, but . . ." He had no words. Good, I did not want to hear another word out of him.

"L." I gulped again, clearing the aching lump in my through from all the screaming. "I believe that not only do Shinigami exist, but also at it was a Shinigami that gave them their power," I confessed, my thoughts from when that woman and man mysteriously died in front of L and myself coming to mind. 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?

"What?" L asked, baffling at words.

"A Shinigami gave whatever power it has to kill to Kira, and Kira decided to use it against criminals and later on, started using it against anyone that stood in his way. The other Kira was also given the death weapon and started using it to help Kira, as well has eventually meat him or her, and the eyes are what the other Kira uses to kill with only a face. I am sure of it!"

"But how?!"

"Why?!"

"Yes," L agreed. "How and why?"

"Because . . ." I hesitated. I knew I had to tell him now, I had no choice, but the consequences would be high. The least he would do is lock me up, and the worst he would do is sentence me to death. Though I knew I could escape from ether one, it would be very disappointing if he did try to kill me. Oh well, I suppose it would not really matter. Besides, I could use my jail time to break out and sent a letter to the boys. That would be nice. "Because those people that die in front of us were not test subjects to the other Kira, they were victims of a Shinigami."

L gasped, and then came closer to examine my face properly. "How do you know these things?"

"Because . . ." I was not sure where to begin, but soon decided from the beginning would be most appropriate. "Do you recall the moment, on the tennis court, when I said I thought something was following us?"

"Yes."

Now to play the part of the frightened young woman, because though I knew I had most likely destroyed any and all hope of gaining L's trust, it did not mean I could not win the hearts of the taskforce. I will act sorry and sad, get locked up, escape, write and post a letter to Matt, Mello and Near and then come back. "Well, while you and Light were playing, I spoke to whatever I had thought was following us, and said that if it were a Shinigami that it could prove it, and it kindly did." All was quiet, but this time I did not like it. "Are you mad?" I do not know why I even asked that, I knew he was.

"No," he lied, forcing his face to soften as he walked closer. He was trying to trick me so that the second he was close enough he could inject the drug he had in his pocket into me. And I will do nothing to prevent it from happening. "Quite the opposite, I'm happy you told me this." I smiled slightly.

"Really?" To most people it sounded childish with a hint of relief and fear, but to me it was nothing but sarcasm.

"Yes, of course." He stepped around me so he was standing behind. "I don't blame you for not telling me this." Was he . . . seducing me? It sounded that way, and it felt that way. I wanted to laugh, because frankly, he was quite terrible at it. Yes, he kept his voice soft and actions calming, but that was all, I am certain Kira would have done a much better job. Oh well, I could be wrong, but why not have fun with it?

"So you are not mad . . . at all?" His fingertips brushed against my neck as he pulled my hair away, revealing my throat.

"No." I could feel him breath against my neck, but took no effect to it as most women would. They would blush, or shiver, but I just stood there, waiting. "I'm not angry." That was when he wrapped his arm around my waist, preparing to catch me when I fell asleep, but before he could inject the needle I snapped around and grabbed his wrist. This surprised him, and when I took the needle he looked terrified. He thought I would use it on him, oh how wrong he was. I smirked devilishly before leaning closer so my lips were at his ear.

"You know, L, you really are horrible at flirting." And with that I injected the drug into my neck, allowing the drug the flow through one of my main veins. Already I could feel the effect; this really was a strong drug, a very, very strong one. I could stay awake if I wanted to, but I wanted to write to the boys. They always come first. "I am sure Kira would do much better."

3 PERSON'S POV

"Your turn, Matt," Mello stated bluntly.

"It is?" Idiot, he should know at least this much, Mello thought angrily.

"If you want, I could go," the small white headed boy offered eagerly.

"No, I'll do it!" Matt replied, earning a grumble out of Mello. It has been a while since V has been seen by any of the boys, and they rather missed her, a lot. Once when they were young they would fight over who were to check the mail for a letter she would sometimes write to them. At first it was only verbal, but then their fights became physical, leaving them with many injuries, and she noticed this when she came to visit of course, and she was nothing but disappointed. At first they were confused. Does she not fight and harm multiple people monthly, if not daily? She only shook her head and explained that she has only two reason for doing so, the first being that if she does not it will cause her physical pain, and the second being because those people mean nothing to her, so when she sees the only people in the world that she loves purposely hurting each other because of her, she feels as though she will die inside.

This affected the boy greatly, so they decided to grow into a routine, taking turns in checking the mail, day by day. At first they argued over which day until V made up the schedule for them. For Mello it would be Mondays and Tuesdays, Near would be Saturdays and Thursdays and Matt would be Wednesdays and Sundays, and Friday can be the day they flip a coin for it. They never figured out why those particular days, and god knows they have tried, but their efforts were in vain.

"Guys!" Matt yelled the second he was in the room, the door slamming shut behind him. "She wrote!"

"What?!" Mello was very happy to hear this. He had been most eager to hear from her, but not only because it is her he would be hearing from, but he was hoping that she would leave him some kind of clue as to what the keys she gave him were supposed to open. The other boys were given regular gifts before she left, but he was only given keys that he had no idea what it opened. "What's it say?!" All boy gathered in a tight circle as the redhead quickly ripped the letter open, careful not to hurt the paper with the hidden writing. He cleared his throat before reading.

"Dear Matt, I am almost certain it is you reading this." Matt stoped to chuckle. "According to the timing of my posting and the amount of time it would take for it to arrive at the orphanage I suspect it would be a Wednesday, but that is enough small talk for now, I want you all to know that the investigation is going quite well, and I fear to think how it would be if I had not decided to help. Already I know exactly who Kira is; all that is left is the proof. I will not give away who Kira is, but I can inform you that Kira is male, and that there is another Kira out there." The boys already suspected this. They all watch the news, and though it took a while to guess, they figured out the possibility of a second Kira. "We know nothing of the other Kira yet other than that this one has the power to kill with only a face, but at this rate I believe I will crack this case before Christmas, maybe ever Halloween. Matt I hope you like your goggles; I just know they suit you well. Now, please pass the letter over to Near." Matt smiled and nodded as he passed the letter to the youngest.

"Near, I am not exaggerating when I say I really did give L and the taskforce the fright of their lives. It was quite humorous; I had walked across a power-line and blackout the buildings electricity in order to get in, it was too easy. I hope you like your present and I have a strong feeling it will come in handy. Please pass this letter over to Mello." Near held the letter out to Mello, a small smile on his face. Mello snatched it out of his grasp and read.

"Mello, I am sure you are very confused as to what the keys are supposed to open, and I could assure you it does open something, my only clue is that your hair is the real key. From V."

Please tell me what you think about this chapter! And I left 2 things for you guys to figure out, the first being what did V mean that that real key is his hair, and lastly, why does Mello have Monday and Tuesday to check the mail, Matt Wednesday and Sunday and Near Thursday and Saturday?