CHAPTER 19

KIRA IS BEYOND MY FRIEND

V'S POV

FLASHBACK

Nice, was the only way to describe the night. It was cool, fresh, and it was snowing, and I enjoyed it. Or I would have enjoyed it, if it weren't for that boy following me! I saw him in the park earlier today, and I might have mistaken him for L if I had not noticed the differences immediately. L had black hair, and though this stranger did too, L had his hair far messier, and his face was a touch slimmer, not to mention the eye differences. L's were a grey-like blue, but this stranger's eyes were a light brown, if not red!

Not that I could really tell, I had only seen him from a distance. But that is not the point, the point is that he was following me, and I was still yet to figure out why. Perhaps he was a rapist? Or a murderer and I was his next target? He looked scary enough. Well, I hoped not, I did not want to have to kill someone again, not after all these years of have my victims kill themselves first.

I bowled my head, hiding half my face in my thick coat as I turned a corner down the stairs leading to an old subway station, knowing he would follow. No one was down there, and that was very good, I would not expose myself for this pitiful boy.

The moment I was down there he jumped at the chance to roughly push me against the wall with enough force to knock the breath I was holding out of my lungs. I almost wanted to laugh as he pushed his body against mine in an attempt to insure I would not escape. No one could ever stop me from escaping, from anything. Just as he pulled out a small but sharp pocket knife, I struck, flinging my hand out to grasp his and twisted his wrist, enough to sprain it, but not enough to break it. He gasped in surprise and pain, letting go of the knife, but then the pain left his face and was replaced with rage.

I had to admit, he looked scary. Anyone that could see his bloody-red eyes widen, almost yelling nothing but insane murder would agree with me. He was a murderer, or at least, had the potential to become one. Interesting. Why not test this fact?

He used his left hand (that had been free for use) to go in for a punch, but I tightly grasped that one, too, so I now had both his hands. I could have done anything to him, I could have broken his arm, I could have used my knee to kick his manhood, but I went for a different approach. I threw his arms back so his chest was exposed and I pushed on it with my hands, causing him to fall backwards onto the hard ground.

He sat there, waiting expectedly for me to pick up the knife that was still at me feet, but I did not. Instead, I kicked it over to him, telling him with my eyes to pick it up himself. He looked surprised at first, but after a second of staring, he picked it up and attacked me again.

I ducked, I jumped, I rolled and I crawled, I did as many moves as I had known at the time, avoiding the blade as much as possible, never letting it touch me. I had to admit, he was a fare fighter, and . . .

He cut me. The blade whipped across my arm, cutting through clothing and skin. He . . . cut me. How dare he?! I was not about to let this slide. Play time is over. I grasped my arm with my right hand, hissing as I felt the blood on it. The boy was coming at me, ready to stab, but I was faster than he was. I let go of my arm, and backhanded him across the face with my bloodied hand, making him fly backwards. I could picture myself chuckling at the site, but I was too angry to express any sense of hummer.

I marched towards the side of the track where he lay, bent down and stared at his face (of which now had a handprint of blood marked on his right cheek).

He groaned in agony, and I smirked. I had won this fight (if you could even call it that); I knew that for a fact. If my timing was correct, the train should arrive any minute. The boy slowly turned his head to stare back at me.

"Who are you?" he said with a dry voice.

"It is always the same," I stated, deciding I would speak to him before he dies. "Who are you? What do you want? Why are you doing this? Spare me? What can I do, I will do anything, just let my live, and I have a family? Etc."

"Yeah, well . . ." The boy had the nerves to smirk. "I'm not doing to ask any of them; all I want to know is who you are."

"Is that so?" He nodded slowly. It was funny watching him trying to cover his fear. I am sure anyone would have fallen for his act, other than me. I moved so fast one would have to replay my movements in slow-motion to see what I had done before I was straddling him, my hands roughly pushing down in his chest so he could not move, his head pocking out from the platform, dangerously exposed to the train that would soon be arriving. "And what makes you think I will reveal my identity to someone that tried to kill me, hmmm?"

"I wasn't going to kill you. Or rape you. I was just going to question you."

"Why?" He was silent. "Well?" He said nothing. "You will die if you do not answer." He frowned in confusion, glancing over at the knife that lay too far out of ether of out reaches. That was when he heard it. The train, whispering to him, counting down the remanding minutes he had left.

His eyes widened, fear being the only thing his breath exhaled from his lungs. He snapped his face to mine. "I am not afraid of you!" he hissed, his eyes burning with fear and hatred.

"You should be."

"What name could you possibly posses to make me scared?" Hmm, this one was tricky.

"My name . . ." I dropped my voice to a whisper as I moved my face closer. ". . . is V." He gasped, his eyes widening, in shock and dread. "Now, who are you?"

"I'm not telling you anything!" I stared at him, simply waiting for his answer. At first he did not seem as though he was about to, but the train whistled again and he squeezed his eyes shut. "My name is BB."

"Alright, B, you are a killer?"

"No."

"But you want to become one."

"Yes."

"Why?" He was silent again. "Too-tooooooooo." He gulped when the nearby train mimicked my words.

"I want to do the same thing you do every day!"

"What drink blood?"

"NO! SURPASS L!" L? This boy wanted to . . . what? He broke eye contact with me to stare at the train coming right at him, ready to take his head off.

But I did not want that, I had questions that needed to be answered. Tonight was not his death day. So I grabbed the colour of his plain black shirt and pulled him up so he was in a sitting position, his head away from the train. The train zoomed past us almost exactly after I moved him, the air flipping our hair and cloths. "What do you mean surpass L?!" I yelled over the train. He could not answer; he was too busy gasping in shock. Damn it! I sighed. "Fine, if you cannot answer that question, would you by any chance be able to tell me where you are staying so we can continue our convocation there?"

END OF FLASHBACK

"And that was how I meat Beyond Birthday," I finished.

"So, the reason he was following you was because he couldn't see your name," L stated, nibbling on his thumb nail.

"Yes, he said there was another reason, but never told me."

"So, if he can't see your name, than nether can the second Kira, and that makes you the most well protected person out of anyone in possibly the world."

"Yep," I chuckled, making a popping sound on the p. L grinned, and it looked rather funny on him, for it was rare for him to do that.

"This is . . . terrific, both Kira and the second Kira would have to use their bare hands to kill you."

"And the possibility of them ever being able to is very, very close to impossible."

"Yes."

FLASHBACK

"So, how exactly are you planning to surpass L?"

"Oh, I have this whole plan figured out!" I waited for him to continue, but he only stared at me. Did he want me to ask? Or figure it out by myself? If it were the later I am sure he would have at least given me more to work with, so I must have to ask.

"And what is this brilliant plan you have?" I asked with an exaggerated smirk.

"Can I trust you?" he demanded, a very stern and serious expression on his face.

"Of course not, you'd have to be a complete idiot to! But that does not mean I cannot judge and/or admire your future actions." He was silent for a while, but I was patient enough to wait.

"I plan on creating an unsolvable case." Interesting. "I will kill only those with their first and last name beginning with the same letter. I will play the roll of a privet detective at the name Rue Ryuuzaki, and when the time comes, I will be the killer's final victim." What, this was quite a good plan, but . . . he would die . . . for L? Well, he was just . . .

"You are an idiot."

"What do you mean? This plan is completely unstoppable! I will succeed!"

"I have hopes that you will, BB, but are you really willing to die . . . for L of all people? No one is worth you own life."

"This is for more than just L! This is also for my friend; own died at the hands of L!" L a murder, highly unlikely. "He didn't kill him directly, but he was responsible for his death."

"How so?" He was silent again. "Tell me, B."

"L had put too much presser on him, so he killed himself."

"I am sorry for you loss." I did not know whether I was telling the truth or not, it would be sad to lose someone you care about so much you feel you have to avenge the person's death, but if B's friend had not died than B would not feel the need to avenge him, so none of this would be happening, and frankly, this is the most fun I have had in a while. "So, how can you be sure L will guess you to the last victim and not the killer killing himself?"

"With every person that I kill I will pin a certain number of . . . things on their wall, and with every kill I will minus one of the things, until there is only one victim left, which will be me."

"I noticed you did not tell me what this thing is, care to share?"

"That's just the problem, I don't know what to pin." He sighed. "I want it to be meaningful, something . . . I don't know." Hmm, I understood what he meant, and I knew just the perfect thing.

"B, have you ever heard of a Wara Ningyo doll?"

END OF FLASHBACK

"L?"

"Yes?" he replied.

"What are you going to do about moving hotels every few days? I assumed you would have thought of that much by now."

"Well, I'm not too sure—"

"You should build your very own building," I suggested with an enthusiastic grin. "Surely you have the money." He considered this for a moment, nibbling on his thumb nail as he did every time he was thinking.

"You know, that could actually be possible."

"I suggest if you do that, you make sure the windows make it impossible to be seen from the outside, and include a few helicopters on the roof."

"Yes, of course."

"So, were you actually planning to check all of the footages we got from Ouiyuima on the twenty second by your selves?!" Aizawa asked, hard putting in the effort to hide his surprise.

"That's right," L replied. I would have responded too, but I was too busy gulping down my second blood bag. L had done much better this time, though the blood was old and most likely belonged to a sick elderly, he had Watari heat it up this time instead of grabbing it out of the freezer. Hmm, much better. "I think it's very likely that Kira and the second Kira made contact with each other there on that day, so I want V and myself to check all of these tapes personally." I wanted to sigh. Personally I did not think it made sense as to why he has such trust in me. He should know better. I knew he is fairly on-guard with me, and I can tell he is put off with the fact that he has to work with someone that took his first kiss, but . . . still . . . "Also, Mr. Yagami?"

"Yes?"

"Please ask Mr. Mogi to start following Light so we can keep tabs on what he's doing."

"You want him followed?"

"It's only a slim chance, but if Light is Kira than there is still a possibility that the second Kira might try to contact him somehow."

"Very well." Anyone could hare the reluctance in his voice. Mr. Yagami truly was a good father, or person for that matter, it was just too bad that he had one of the highest possibilities of dying in this case.

"I'm starting to wonder if V or Ryuzaki are even human," Aizawa mumbled to Matsuda. "Nether ever sleep, and V almost never moves from the floor."

"I saw him sleeping in that exact position the other day," Matsuda said.

"Huh?"

"No, I'm serious. And V, I think she took a shower yesterday." Alright, getting a little personal there Matsuda, not that I particularly minded, it was the truth after all.

"How could you know that?"

"Well, it's just a guess. Wasn't it strange that she just had to leave the room, despite the fact that she's chained to Ryuzaki? Hey, do you think they were showering together?" Alright, he has crossed the line.

"Okay, that is quite enough, Matsuda," I said, startling the two of them. "I can assure you L and I do not share a romantic relationship. We are just two humans trying to catch a killer." That was the end of their convocation.

L and I carefully watched the tapes, and about five minutes later I announced, "L that girl, right there." I pointed at the girl with short black hair on the screen. "Do you not see how suspicions it is that she just walked out of the Note Blue almost right after Light's group walked past it?"

"Yes, it is rather odd, but she and Light had not talked to each other, so it is unlikely she is the second Kira."

"Yes, but what about the eyes. Maybe they enable her to tell the difference between your average everyday people from someone as deadly as Kira. She might have seen his name and left knowing she has all information she needs to find him again. Besides, if it is true, then my theory about the other Kira being a Kira fan girl would be confirmed."

"Yes, that is true."

The tape was finished, not the one showing Kira and his group of friends, the one the other Kira sent, and it was so obvious! The two Kira's have made contact! I'm almost disappointed in Kira, he could have done better! Kira is smart, and yet he was stupid enough to tell the other Kira the say this?! So stupid!

Speaking of which, Kira walked in. "Hello."

"Oh, come in, your timing couldn't be better actually." He put his bag down next to the small table. Alright, now was my opportunity to gain his trust, or at least have him believe I like him in some way, he made it very difficult when I was at his house. "We just received a new video message from the second Kira."

"Hah? Wow, that didn't take long." Kira came closer to watch carefully.

"Yes, I believe it's the last one." I clicked play on the remote.

"Watch this," I said for the first time since he entered the room as it began. I did not watch it, why bother? I was annoyed at Kira. He was not making this any fun, at this rate I could have this case over much quicker than Christmas. Well, there really was no point in dwelling over someone else's stupidity. I shook my head slightly and went back to listening.

"I see, and what I find really strange is that it's unlike Kira to be so careless," Kira said.

"That's true," L mumbled, licking the donut frosting off of his fingers. "MmmmmmMmm. But are we to believe that Kira made a mistake this time? Or would this be his way of letting us know they made contact? It would be an effective means of provoking us. The idea of their union is very threatening. However this is one less reason to suspect Light as Kira." Mr. Yagami gasped.

"Ryuzaki, what do you mean by that?!" he demanded. Alright, it was now obvious that L was yet again, testing Kira. Not that it really mattered, he would not slip up, though he was something of an idiot, he was smart enough to comment in any way he was supposed to. The conversation went on, bla, bla, bla, if Light were Kira he would have told the other Kira to demand L be revealed on television, bla, bla, bla, Light would not do that because he knows that L would never reveal himself on television anyway, bla, bla, bla, and Kira figured out the test.

"Light," I spoke up. "Please stop referring yourself as Kira; I think it is making your father rather uneasy." Though I was watching neither him nor his father, I could almost sense Mr. Yagami's tense body with every time Kira said he was Kira.

"Oh, sorry dad, and sorry V." His words were now directed to me. "I just wanted Ryuzaki to know exactly what I thought about his plan. I posed that scenario because I want to help solve this case, even if it means hypothetically speaking. In fact the only reason I'm comfortable saying I'm Kira is because I'm not Kira." Now is my chance.

"I hope so, Light, I really hope so. It would be a rather large problem if you were Kira because . . ." I sighed a long, deep and fake sighed ". . . I feel you are the first friend that I have ever had." There was silence. I could hear Kira's shaken breaths as he took in this lie. It would be interesting to hear his response.

"Yeah, I-I know what you mean, aside the obvious differences, we do have a bit in common." I twisted my head so I could stare at him.

"You think so?"

"Yeah." He smiled. "We're both intelligent, and . . . well, we're both human."

"Human," I mused, turning away from his, pretending to plot this thought. "I have not been told I am human in . . . some time now." I turned back to Kira. "It feels . . . nice. Thank you."

"And I've been missing you and Ryuzaki at school, we should go back down to the tennis courts some time, who knows, maybe you'll even be allowed to play." I smiled a very light and fragile smile.

"I would like that." I turned back away. I have him; I could tell he believes my lie. But it was sad, because I knew for a fact, that if I was not V, and he was not Kira, I truly would consider him a friend.

Hello! Sorry this took so long, my computer had a bunch of viruses, so my internet stopped working, and I mean a lot of viruses, the computer guy said it was around 60-70 of them! I hope you liked this chapter.

And a note to 'Guest'. I am sorry but you are wrong, V's inhumanly lifespan has nothing to do with the painting in Misa's room, but I am impressed by your observation skills.

To 'tracy'. Congratulations. Your first guess was indeed correct, and I find option b to be a very creative theory. Thank you both for sharing your thoughts with me.

Just to let you guys know, I thought of a new Death Note fanfiction I thought I could tell you about. It is called Mad World and this is the full summary.

Christy Rose was your typical Death Note fan girl. She loved the munga, series, film and book, and hated anyone that didn't. That's normal. But one day she was taking a bath and made her younger brother so mad he knocked a T.V into the water. She wakes up in an unfamiliar place, not only with the Shinigami eyes, but CAT ears. She uses this to her advantage to become a Kira suspect to get involved in the case, try save L and meat no one other than Beyond Birthday himself.

I know there are lots of stories when the OC goes into Death Note, but I just thought I would try it.

I will update as soon as possible, so please leave a comment and remember I am open for all ideas. Thank you!