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L's Diary: Real World (Part Eight) |
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The bright lights of the computer screen were giving him a headache. Sometimes, Raito found himself detesting the fact that L had a laptop handy in the room at all times. Sure, the device was handy when they needed instant access to technology, but at this time of night, he hated how it the overly energetic luminescence of the screen was lighting up the room with an eerie glow that made the detective look washed out and ghost like. In addition to his obvious fatigue, the detective was busying himself with eating the sugar sugar cubes he had propped up in to a nearly two foot tall pyramid by the bed. Each time he reached for a cube, his hand would brush against a neighboring cube, bumping it just slightly out of place. Any other member of the Task Force would not have noticed this slight detail, and if they did, they would have brushed it off as normal. But Raito knew better. He knew that L would never allow anything less than imperfection on his pyramids and castles of white, sugared bricks. At this moment, the raven-haired detective's obvious disregard for the condition of his structure was a glaring sign that something was off.
"Ryuuzaki, are you going to be ok?"
The detective sighed and popped the sugar cube from the top of the white pyramid he had been building in to his mouth, taking a few moments to savor the sensation of the bits of crystallized sweetness spreading in to a thin layer of simple joy over his taste buds. Sugar was what drove him now. It kept him from collapsing in the middle of his work and slamming his face in to the computer key board. Matt had joked about how L would one day pass out just to fall forward off his awkward perch on his feet into his computer and would hit just the right keys to simultaneously cause a nuclear holocaust. Sadly, he was exhausted enough to fall forward and truly cause that to happen.
"I am fine, Raito. Do not worry about me. It isn't worth your time."
The expression on the student's face changed in to one of annoyed worry as he suddenly grabbed on to the chains that bound the two of them together, pulling them close enough so that their noses were almost touching. The detective summoned all the self-discipline he could muster and set it to the task of not reacting with any sort of yelp from the sudden movement, especially when the hem and collar of his shirt were now fisted in Raito's trembling hands.
"Never, under any circumstance, tell me that you are 'not worth my time,' " the younger man breathed, sending puffs of moist heat in to the space between his lover's lips, "because you are worth my time. So if you need me to do anything, change anything, just tell me. Just tell me and I will if it's within my power to."
"I..." the detective faltered, unsure of whether or not to proceed, to reveal his weakness.
Raito sensed the hesitation in the detective's voice and reacted instantly, unclenching his fists and his hold on L's shirt, moving his hands to the small of his lover's back. His arms settled in to their comforting spot along the frail man's sides as he pressed his face against L's neck, planting a butterfly kiss on the pale flesh.
"Hey, it's okay to tell me what's wrong. But I have a feeling I know what it is."
"You... do?"
"Yeah. It's the case, isn't it? The Yotsuba company is going down soon. We'll get him and then use him to track Kira, and then everything will be over. I'm sorry it's been keeping you from sleeping. I wish I could do more to help."
L was slightly shocked, but he did think it was pretty obvious what was wrong with him - so obvious that even Amane-san could figure it out. There was a lot wrong with him, but Raito had told him that those quirks were what made him so alluring in the first place. He was beginning to question the brunet's sanity for even choosing him as a partner, but that was only a fleeting thought in the corner of his mind that rested beside the thought that he was chosen by Raito purely for the fact that he was hunting Kira. This wasn't the first time L had doubted how Raito felt. A relationship with the suspect, the potential opposition, that was also your ally would be a downfall.
"Raito," L spoke, enunciating every letter in his name, "it's not the case. I have chronic insomnia."
"You slept last night."
"Well..." the detective blushed slightly, "that's because... because... well, you know."
"Sorry, sorry. Please, carry on."
"Because of my insomnia, I cannot sleep when I wish to. I have a high enough stamina, so do not worry about me."
"But... but what happens when you can't stand the stress?"
"I lose consciousness when the stress overwhelms my body. Watari has the proper medical training and knowledge of how to take care of me. There is no need to go to a hospital when he already has the knowledge of the equivalent of three doctors twenty years in to the business."
"No, I want to know what happens to you when you fall asleep. Do you ever dream? And for how long do you sleep? And... where?"
"Well, obviously, I collapse and wake in a bed. I am quite sure that even you are able to tell me that. As of the term 'sleep', I feel perhaps 'pass out' or 'lose consciousness' is more accurate in description. I never dream. Watari has told me that I go in to a coma of sorts and that I twitch slightly and sometimes mumble, but I do not remember my dreams. It is impossible for me to wake for the first seventeen hours of my vulnerable state."
There was a moment of awkward silence. Suddenly, with a light "oof", Raito plopped on to the bed with L still in his arms. This time, the detective was unable to stop himself from yelping slightly, for the sudden fall had quite honestly startled him. He tensed slightly, but was coerced in to relaxing as he felt strong arms and a defined chest press themselves against his body. He felt a set of hands slip under his shirt, caressing his skin in a way that lulled him in to relaxed sleepiness. There was no arousal when his entire being (mainly his abdominal region, actually) was sore from the night before.
"What are you doing?" he yawned slightly and snuggled closer in to the warmth beside him.
"Let me help you sleep for real tonight. You deserve it."
Raito would have loved to know when L had woken up, or if the human raccoon had really even fallen asleep the night before, because the moment he had woken up, the older man was already typing away at his laptop. The brunet sat up in the bed and stretched his arms, yawning and simultaneously grabbing L closer to him.
"Raito, you must be careful with the kind of equipment I have with me. We mustn't be wasteful of the expensive things around us."
He laughed and ignored the scolding.
"Did you even go to sleep last night?"
"Yes."
"Oh really? And for how long?"
"Three."
"Three? Three what?"
"Three hours."
A slight laugh escaped the brunet's lips, tickling L's neck with a puffs of warm, moist air. He loved this, the feeling of being wanted. Treated like he was equal.
"So what are you doing up?"
"I bought Matt a cell phone."
Puzzled, Raito pressed his face against the back of L's neck and took a few moments to recollect himself before saying, "Isn't that the guy who was harassing you on the phone that one night?"
"Yes, I suppose you could put it that way."
"Why are you buying him a cell phone? Wouldn't that just give him more opportunity to bother you at all odd hours of the day?"
"He's my self-appointed therapist. That child has no manners," the racoon-eyed man leaned back in to his lover's arms, sighing happily as he was received almost instantaneously.
"Child. Your therapist is a child. You go to a child for your life issues."
"Yes. Don't be surprised. He's quite bright, really."
"Oh, whatever am I going to do with you?"
Raito's attention suddenly spiked up to high alert when we he realized that in his post-waking state, he had been overpowered by his partner and was now pinned to the bed with his hands above his head. The face of his insomniac lover leaned in close to his own, lips brushing in a light yet lusting kiss.
"Oh, I can think of a few things..."
- -
"This is almost beyond tiring," he said, leaning back in his chair, stretching his arms up just enough to reveal the first peeks of his well-toned abdomen. L sucked in a nearly inaudible breath, causing the younger man beside him to chuckle. Teasing in the workplace was quite unfair in his opinion. To distract himself once more, L turned back to the small bowl of sugar cubes on his right, stacking the first of the fallen cubes of the snow-white tower on the handle of his tea cup.
"You must persevere. How do you expect catch Kira if you laze about like that?"
"Haha, you underestimate me. I have hidden depths of stamina." He winked at his partner.
"Guys, it's Misa-Misa! She's back!" Matsuda suddenly jumped out of his seat, screaming, "Hurry up! Let her in!!"
On the screen on one of the cameras, they saw an excited Misa waving her arms about like a blow-up wavy cactus that was stuck on the side of the road near car dealerships. The two geniuses simultaneously groaned. Half was for the fact that Matsuda was so easily excitable and ditzy. The other half was for the fact that Misa Amane had returned.
"Dear Lord, calm down already. We're letting her in," Aizawa called out to the childish Task Force member, causing him to blush and apologize like usual.
In a mere four minutes, every member of the Task Force was in the room, staring at the young model's cell phone in awe as it played the ever incriminating audio clip she had taken.
"Misa," Raito suddenly stood up, "how did you get Higuchi to confess such a thing?"
"Huh? He's totally in to Misa. When I said 'I would Marry Kira', this is what happened!" She pointed her index finger in his face and spouted the whole sentence in an overly-cheery tone that nearly bled happiness, "he thinks that Misa is the Second Kira!"
The blonde grinned up at Raito, eyes eager for an "award" of some sort.
Very likely that she's waiting for a congratulatory statement and a kiss. L thought with spite, immediately scolding himself when he realized how negative he was being. Raito is mine. I have no need to think or even feel this way.
And with that self-reassurance, he settled back in to the conversation, restacking the sugar cubes that had fallen in Matsuda's energetic outburst.
"Idiot, I told you to deny that no matter what. It was supposed to be that 'accusations of being Second Kira were wrong!' "
"B-but with this you know that Higuchi-san is Kira, so you just have to capture him..."
"No, if all seven of the members say 'in order to draw in Misa who is the Second Kira, we will stop the punishment' then we wouldn't know who Kira is." The detective had decided to throw in his two cents.
"Wait. All we'd have to do is have Namikawa determine whether this sort of conversation has occurred between the seven of them before the punishment is stopped."
"That's true. If Higuchi has Kira's power, then it should stop without anyone saying anything. If he doesn't have it, then he would have to hold a meeting saying 'in order to draw in the Second Kira, stop the punishment.' I don't think that Higuchi would act individually and appeal to Kira. Anyways, all we have to do is ask Namikawa."
"However," the police chief interjected, "we can't trust Namikawa to speak the truth can we?" The agitation in his voice was evident - he hated being excluded as L and his son were doing most of the work thinking aloud.
"No, if we go that far, then we'd tell him that Higuchi is Kira and he will not lie, thinking that he has no choice but to join L's side."
This is getting ridiculous. We are wasting our time speaking of the obvious.
"Regardless, if the killings stop now then we would know that Higuchi has kira's power. That would definitely be true," L said as he placed the seventh cube of the tower atop the previous six already balanced on his tea cup, a small smile lighting his face.
"It would be," Raito agreed.
"This is what you call a meritorious deed, right Matsuda-san?" he called out behind him, taking another sugar cube in his fingertips and placing it gently on to the two squares of red bean jelly conjoined by a single toothpick. He nearly felt Matsuda's awkward modesty in waves from behind his back.
"We can't just say that, Ryuuzaki. At this point, we still don't know what Kira's weapon is."
"That's the case. More than capturing Higuchi, I want to know first how he is killing his victims."
"And if the punishment of the criminals stop, you won't be able to see the method."
"Yes."
"Then what do we do? At this rate, Misa will get killed."
L felt a slight pang of jealousy in his chest when Raito spoke. He knew that his lover was just being the man he naturally was; caring and protective, but even the hint of favoring Misa - intentional or not - sent his heart in to a frenzy. He decided to change the subject before that steady pounding and burning it began to mesh and muddle with his thought process.
"Misa-san."
"Yes?"
"How did you make Higuchi think that you are the Second Kira?"
"Uh... Uhm..." the model paused, expression becoming unnerved and voice wavering, "I said 'I can kill people.' I kind of said 'to the first person who shows proof they are Kira to Misa and that person is male, then I'll marry them' and pretended to appeal to and favor Kira . Then the conversation moved on to the point where Higuchi said this."
I don't believe her...
"Then if the criminals stop dying, then Misa-san has to kill people or it will be bad for you. Can you kill people?" He responded, looking back toward his cubes, fighting the urge to pop one in to his mouth and let the sugar steal his attention away for just a moment; just long enough to forget Misa for a few seconds and collect his thoughts.
He voice rose to an indignant and hurt tone as she proclaimed, "You know I can't do that. But Higuchi just wants to marry Misa, so he wouldn't kill her."
"No. Marriage with Misa isn't his first priority," the student said brusquely, "If you weren't the second Kira, he would just kill you."
"Oh, Raito," Misa giggled, "are you jealous of Higuchi? Don't worry! The one Misa will marry is Raito!!"
There was a moment of awkward silence between the two lovers. Raito's eyes met L's and they both turned away slightly flustered.
"... It's no good," Raito finally managed, "we can't just be talking about killing methods. Let's go get Higuchi!"
"In order to prevent danger to Misa-san?"
"Yes."
Suddenly, L felt the dull pulsing, burning pain in his chest tighten and pinpoint to a shrill spot, inserting itself deeper in to his body. He realized the hurt had shone through in his eyes as Raito's eyebrows suddenly relaxed in to a sorry expression.
"Misa thought that this would get Higuchi captured and did this. We can't do anything else and we could still possibly find out the the method of killing after capturing Higuchi," Raito's words tumbled out from between his lips quickly, an obvious attempt to fix the quick abruptness with which he had so steadfastly advocated protecting Misa a few seconds before. L could hear it and his hand shook with uncertainty only the brunet could catch as he lifted on cube from the tower atop his red bean jelly and finally succumbed to the sugary temptation.
"Watari," he said suddenly, turning his attention to the computer monitors, "get me Wedy."
"Yes."
"How is it, Wedy?"
"Inside the company, it's possible to follow the seven's movements with the cameras. Outside though, it's impossible to with just Watari and myself. There simply is an inadequate amount of manpower."
"How about focusing on Higichi?"
"Higuchi?"
"Yes."
Wedy relayed the information she had gathered to the Task Force, affirming the suspicions the group had been discussing.
"Install cameras in Higuchi's cars."
"Huh. Going this far. Do you have any idea how hard it is to get in peoples' houses? And how many cars do you think Higuchi has?"
"He has six."
An exasperated sigh came from the other end before she spoke, "Alright. I will put them in all of his cars."
"Thank you."
Suddenly, Misa jumped up excitedly, an expression of ridiculous proportions of happy giddiness lighting her face. "Then when Misa meets Higuchi again she should talk to Higuchi so he tells her how he kills people, right?"
"NO!" Raito suddenly yelled, causing Matsuda, Soichiro, and Aizawa to jump back slightly. Mogi just stayed in place. "If you ask something like that, he'll know you aren't Second Kira and try to kill you. Misa, don't do any more!!"
"That's true," L said, tone becoming more disconnected and eyes more distant with each passing word, "after the criminals stop dying if Higuchi meets Misa, he will obviously tell her to kill someone. Let's make a situation where Higuchi was forced to kill someone in front of us."
"You have an idea?" Raito asked.
"It's not that I don't have one, but before that, there's something that's been bothering me..." he paused, weighing whether or not he should ask. The investigation was important to him, but what of his person relationship with Raito? They were finally so close...
"Yagami-kun," he finally decided, "I'm sorry to return the topic to this, but I'm going to ask you frankly."
"What?"
"Do you remember killing them?"
"Are you still saying that? How many times do I have to tell you I'm not Kira!!"
Any other onlookers would have said that his eyes had grown dark with hate. L snuck a glance behind him and realized that they were dark with hurt. I trust you. Don't you trust me? They seemed to be saying. He couldn't let this get to him now.
"Please answer the question. Do you remember?"
"No, I don't remember," he said through clenched teeth and fists.
I'm so sorry, Raito, but my job is too important to leave any stone unmoved and any leaf unturned.
"How about you, Misa-san?"
"I don't remember because I'm not Kira or anything," she said, glaring all too artificially to be convincing.
If there was ever an incriminating line like this one...
"Yagami-kun, I want you to seriously reason through everything I say from now. From this answer we can take off to capture Kira." He glanced up, insomnia-infected eyes meeting the clear orbs that were the window to Raito's soul. "Yagami Raito was Kira and now that power of Kira has transferred to someone else. Currently, Yagami Raito has forgotten that he was Kira. This is an analysis using this as a premise... Are you able to think this way?"
Raito looked away, obviously hurt from the accusations, answering in a disconnected tone, "... yes, I think I can."
"Yagami Raito was Kira and Kira's power was transferred to someone else. Was this transfer by Yagami Raito's own descision or was there another entity behind Yagami Raito who gae him the power he moved from Yagami Raito to another person?"
Silence. The room was stiff. Matsuda shuffled nervously and was elbowed by Aizawa and shushed to be quiet. Soichiro and Mogi stood by, intent on the outcome of this conversation.
"Which is it?"
The student stopped and closed his eyes, facial expression hardening and then relaxing. When his eyes opened again, the clear orbs had become glaring weapons that shot a wave of detestation straight to L.
Raito, please don't hate me for this. It is essential to the investigation that I do this... Please understand that.
"If that is the premise, then it's Yagami Raito's descision," he spoke, visibly trying to even his breathing as the words left his lips.
"That is true. If there was another person who could give the power and move from person to person and didn't want the method of killing to be known, then it would be strange for them to have waited until the last minute to move on. If we were to say that he gave the power and then didn't bother with them, it's highly unlikely that they would move from Yagami-kun and Misa-san together at the same time."
Misa shuffled in her nurse outfit uncomfortably.
"That's right," the brunet sighed, "even if it's an entity that can control people from the shadows, unless it was in the headquarters itseld, it would have to be an entity that couls watch the whole story from the heavens. And if it can do that, then what we're talking about is already known to it."
"So it seems that you have reached the same conclusion as me. There's no way that such a being could exist." Even if Raito was Kira... "Kira's power only works at the will of the one who holds the power."
Another stiff and stiffling silence held the room. L could feel his lover's eyes boring holes in his back. He dared not turn around and instead stared at the now empty tea cup before him.
"Yagami-kun," he started suddenly, causing the people in the room to jump slightly, "thanks to you I'm ninety-nin percent relieved. We should create an invironment where Higuchi can't pass on the power and where he will show us the method of killing."
"What are you going to do?" Soichiro finally asked after his long period of silence.
"The first plan that Yagami-san thought of, to expose everything on Sakura TV. We'll use that to hook Higuchi."
"But nobody believes anything at Sakura... Oh wait. I see. It's because we're using Sakura TV that no one believes that we can do this."
"Yes. The 'Kira Special Show.' Right now, no one believes it and the viewer ratings are three percent at best. The Ministry of Public Management ignores it as well. However, only Kira knows that what we will be saying is true. We just need to take a three hour slot that says we will announce who Kira is at the end of the show."
- -
"Why did you do that?" Raito cornered L in to the bathroom by the sink and the door, pressing his entire body against his lover's and pushing the older man against the wall.
"Do what?"
"That... that... Accusing me of being Kira again, dammit!" He nearly yelled, the hurt showing through in his voice, "Don't you trust me?"
"Of course I trust you, Raito," he murmured, leaning forward, "I just can't trust Kira."
Suddenly, Raito pulled away, falling to the floor and holding his head in his hands.
"I want to feel like I can trust you, Ryuuzaki. You make that so... so... so difficult. Do you really think I am Kira?"
"I..."
The evidence points toward you being Kira, but I don't want you to be Kira. I don't know if I would be able to handle it if you were Kira.
"I'm sorry, Ryuuzaki."
" 'Sorry?' Why are you sorry?"
"I think for the sake of the case and for our sake... I think we need to take a break."
- -
Yagami Raito sat in the helicopter, heart beating with an almost fatal amount of adrenaline spread through his body. The helicopter's blades were whipping and slicing the air above him, amplifying the sense of urgency and panic that Raito felt because this was it. They were going to take Kira down, and even if this Higuchi man wasn't Kira, he would no doubt have some sort of clue regarding the whereabouts of Kira. There was definitely something that he possessed, something that would inevitably link this Kira to the old one - the original psychopath.
A quick glance to his left affirmed that the detective was not as worried as he was. L simply sat there sipping his tea.
How can he be so calm? Especially after earlier today...
Raito's thoughts flashed back tot he encounter in the bathroom and how L had suddenly grown so quiet and distant when he said the word "break". He had wanted the older man to object, but that didn't happen. Instead, he simply stood there and accepted it; accepted that it wasn't working.
"Ahhh!"
A scream suddenly interrupted his thoughts, and the student's head jolted up to see his father on the ground, screaming and cowering from some unseen "monster". Raito watched as his father tried vainly to grab at a gun that wasn't in his coat. The others were rushing to him now. Taking the notebook from his hands, Mogi suddenly looked up and began screaming as well.
"What's wrong," Raito called into the headpiece, "Father, Mogi-san."
"Th-this monster... It appears that any... anyone wh-who t-touches the notebook... can see it!" came the voice of the older man through the headpiece, panic dripping from every syllable.
"Please bring that notebook to the helicopter."
About forty feet away, Mogi stood up and carried the notebook to the helicopter were a slightly fidgety L was perched upon the seat by the open door. As the notebook neared him, L leaned forward slightly to pinch the notebook between his fingertips. The moment the older man and the book made contact, Raito could see his every expression shift from disbelief to mild surprise to procession to realization and, finally, to... depression? Or was that desperation? How could the two expressions possibly look the same? Suddenly, L's features shifted to nearly blank. It was the monotonous expression he had worn when the detective and the student had first met, before they were friends, before them. He didn't like that expression on his lover's face. He didn't like how L's entire body had tensed in to a ball, he didn't like how L had stopped paying attention to his tea. And Raito felt a desperate need to disconnect the detective from the notebook.
"Ryuuzaki, is it true? Let me see that!" the student called somewhat nervously, crouching over behind the frail sweet-tooth-on-legs and plucking the bound papers in his hand.
Suddenly Raito knew nothing and everything. His senses were enveloped by a feral, mourning cry that seemed almost inhuman. His subconscious mind whispered to his sanity that the sounds was simply him screaming. Flashes of what he supposed was his life blinked in and out of rapid focus in his mind.
Death Note, power, justice, "human whose name is written in this note shall die", 13 days, Raye Penbar, dead, train, notes in envelope... Naomi Misora, FBI, alias, fiancee, suicide, NPA... Ryuuk, cameras, Apples, Shinigami, Rem, Misa, Aoyama, "showed each other our notebooks", Second Kira, ownership, swtich, bury, watch, "pull four times and the base will slide out, revealing a concealed scrap of the Death Note", crash, nursery, hostages, test, "Gods of Death love apples"... fight, justice, confined, reign, God, Ryuuzaki, L, L, L, L, L, L L L L L L...
"Raito, are you alright? Anyone who saw that monster would be surprised, but..." the detective trailed off, growing worried with each passing moment of his lover's silence, "Raito, is everything okay?"
There was no answer for a few moments. Nothing around the brunet registered in his mind. The sound of the chopper blades was but a simple buzz, muffled in to background noise by his trance and no longer a nuisance.
"If you write someone's name in to something like this, they will die. Can you believe that?"
"What? I... it's hard to believe, but there's no way we can test that, right Yagami-san?"
He tuned out of the conversation, vaguely aware of his father replying in a panicked voice. He was only aware of his hands gripping the Death Note like it was his life source. He needed to make sure that the memories stayed intact.
L turned back around to see the younger man staring in to the empty space before him, eyes blank and unseeing.
"Raito, are you..."
But he heard nothing. All the student needed to do was keep physical contact with the Note.
"I'm going to cross-reference the names in the notebook with our victims list," he spoke mechanically, fingers reaching toward the computer's key board on their own accord.
"Um, yes, ah... that's right."
I mustn't rush this. This is my only chance to have the note book in my hands, my only chance to reclaim ownership.
"Ryuuzaki, I'm only on the first page, but the names in the notebook and the names of the victims match so far. Shall we check them all just to make sure?"
"Yes."
As if he needed that confirmation. The crunet was unable to register the look of slight worry in L's usually dull eyes. Instead, he reached his left hand around the to watch that he always wore on his right hand.
"But with such a monster in front of our eyes, you still managed to stay collected and thought of checking the names on the victims lisa. Yagami-kun, you are amazing."
I have to make small talk. Distract him.
"You think? I was shocked for a while, but now I'm starting to think that this way everything makes sense. Next thing we have to do is separate Higuchi from that monster and question the, right?"
The base of the watch slipped out with a slight shuffle. Raito pricked his fingertip with the pin attached to the watch, unflinching from the slight discomfort. With very slight dexterity, he managed to scratch in Higuchi's name in blood.
How fitting, blood as the ink of death. Now I just have to wait forty seconds and everything will be in place.
"Ryuuzaki, if we take this notebook to the lab, do you think we'll learn something from it?"
"It's not like you to say such things, Yagami-kun. That notebook is far beyond science."
This is the longest forty seconds of my life...
He exhaled, sweat forming at his hair line, trickling down the side of his face. He dared not to move though, for a stray movement might cause him to miss out on the ownership. He needed to hold on for those last few seconds.
Twenty three... Twenty two... just keep holding it until the moment Higuchi dies. Just hold on...
"Huh," Raito smirked for the first time in months, "I guess you're right."
Three... Two... One... Zero.
Right on cue, there was a guttural, near-choking sound. Within a second, Higuchi had shaken, convulsed, and collapsed.
"Wha-What happened?"
"Higuchi has collapsed! He's unconscious!!"
"What are you doing, dad? If Higuchi does now, then... then..."
"No, this is impossible... I think... I think he's dead." Yagami stuttered.
The note. His note. This was now his Death Note. After the laborious months of enduring the glaring, scrutinizing eyes of the Task Force, he was done. The Death Note was back in his possession and everything was going according to plan.
I am Kira.
 minikimii · Sun Nov 23, 2008 @ 06:25pm · 0 Comments |
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