CHAPTER 7: COMPLICATIONS

WAMMY HOUSE

10 years ago

An 8-year old Mukahi Lawliette stared at the large sign as he held a strange, but gentle, old man's hand. They entered, and she noticed the old man was being treated with great respect; Everyone looking at him with admiration. Everyone also appeared fine, as he promised, when he took her in.

"Everything will be alright. Come with me, child." Those were his words after she found out what happened to her parents. She wasn't worried when they didn't go home for a few days. They were always away, after all. There was always that insatiable faith within her. She believed they would always come home. Rather, she never quite considered them not doing so, despite knowing no one knew what would happen in the future.

She could still remember the despair and anguish she felt when she realized, and accepted, they would never come back. She barely even shed any tears. Her tear glands? They were like broken faucets. She knew that if she turned them on, they might never stop.

But... she did not know what to do. Her parents, their smiles, their scent—everything, they were what she was looking forward to all her life. Her friends, her achievements, and her inventions came far after. And the hard work she put into those were all for her parents—to make them proud, become their source of pride, and the last source of their worries.

And before she could try and figure things out for herself what to do, the old man came to her house and chatted with her. He was a nice and gentle man. He had the same scent as her parents. So when he extended his hand..., stranger or not, she took it without a hint of reluctance in her eyes.

Tap

Tap

Tap

She stared at their intertwined hands, his was so big her small ones were more comfortable grabbing a finger. His hand was all rough and wrinkled, but it felt the same as her father's. She wondered when she would be able to let go.

The old man looked down and smiled, before continuing their walk across the beautiful hallway, one that was lined with expensive marble statues and paintings. He seemed to understand she had no intention of parting with him yet, and he made sure she understood that it was the same for him. For that, little Lawliette was thankful.

"Where are we?" she asked. The old man stared at her. She was surprised too. It had been weeks since she last said anything. In any case, Watari's face showed relief and happiness, and he let out a baritone chuckle.

"Your new Home."

...

Watari continued to take her deeper into the house. They paused in front of a large French door, and a guy who was following him opened the door. It led to a large room with lots of books, the sheer amount made her gape in awe. Lawliette's hand kept entwined with his as they passed by the shelves and closer to the room's occupants: two boys, both of whom were older than she was, one with ebony hair like hers, and another with golden curls.

They headed for the former, who was very busy. He acknowledged their presence with a nod, before resuming on his task. When they were only a meter away, the boy continued typing for a while, his fingers moving quickly (that was a grave understatement) across the keyboard of his wireless computer. When he finished—signified by an exaggerated press of 'Enter'—he robotically turned his head to face her, and their eyes met. They stayed that way for a long time.

She noted he was around 13 or 14 years of age. He had jet black hair like hers, he was wearing a plain baggy white shirt and jeans, and... he was sitting in an odd way. But the part of him she would remember the clearest would be his eyes. So deep, dark, and striking. The bags that surrounded it both framed his eyes, and made them look more terrifying.

Watari noticed the kids staring at each other, two of his new proteges, and he cleared his throat. He patted the new orphan's head and gently guided her closer to his first student. "This is Beyond Birthday, Lawliette," he said, making the boy sound friendly, as he was in no way like so. "He'll be like your, as you call in Japan, 'Senpai'".

"Beyond, this is Lawliette." "The latest addition to our family."

Beyond momentarily took his eyes off her to look at Watari. "At the same time?" He asked ambiguously, albeit Watari knew he was asking whether or not both her parents died simultaneously.

"Yes," was all the old man said.

Beyond nodded and continued to stare at the girl. Lawliette did, too, and they realize they were watching each other with blunt interest: like they saw each other as specimens for observation.

Their daze was interrupted when they heard the closing of a book—one loud enough because of the hollowness of the library—signalling the other boy was listening. "Hmn..." he said, and walked to them. The three formed a sort of triangle, one wherein each point watched the others.

Watari eventually gave up and joined in the passive staring.

Eventually, Beyond noticed the awkwardness and, to Watari's surprise, the boy actually tried something to ease it. He never really bothered before. Perhaps the little girl triggered even a hint of familial responsibility in Beyond. "Lawliette, is it?" He asked. The girl nodded inanimately, but they could tell she was interested. "Come here."

She tilted her head in puzzlement.

He rotated his laptop's screen so that she would see. Numbers and Letters, arranged in a way unfathomable for normal humans to decipher, occupied its screen.

"What's that?"

"I'm making a program."

"I see..."

"Want to help?"

The girl's eyes lit, and Watari knew it was of relief. He felt his own body lose its tension as well. This little girl was lost, after all. Her parents were her life, they were gone now. He looked at the kids again and smiled.

She was going to be alright, after all.

"Now, if you'll excuse me." Watari said as he took off his hat. "You kids have fun."

...

Years pass, and the trio became closer than ever. Beyond was now 18, and the first thing he did with his official freedom was to become an anonymous detective that solved cases around the globe. He wanted to be anonymous for safety reasons, he told them, but primarily it was of no reason at all.

"What do you need help with?" Lawliette asked as they entered the room.

"I need a letter," was his reply, and she tilted her head in puzzlement. "An alias to call myself. It should be good since it'll be known to the world soon. I can't do B."

"Why not?"

"It sounds like a barbie's name," he shrugged. "I wanted something I'll remember."

As if on cue, the door opened and revealed a boy carrying a gallon of ice cream. It looked cookies and cream. And vanilla. And mango. And a couple of other flavours merged into one. "A," he said out-of-nowhere and Beyond, as if already went through this hundreds of times prior, only sighed.

"Like I said, Alluka. A just doesn't sound that cool."

"Che." He humped before looking away. "Anyway, I'll be your successor so why not do something in advance? I want A."

"No."

It was then that Lawliette suddenly felt like speaking. "What about L, then?"

Alluka almost laughed at the joke, but then B started looking as if he was pondering something.

"L, it is then."

...

TOUSHOU HOTEL

7:00pm, Present

Yagami Suichiro and his team of 5 – after very precautionary steps to the room– stared at this so-called 'L' in blunt disbelief. Too blunt, really, much to his chagrin… and he could barely manage to maintain his own incredulity, let alone reprimand his subordinates.

The great detective 'L' – who, at the span of 2 years became the most trusted and acknowledged investigator in the world. L, who had proved the mortal existence of an entity many had started to believe as a supernatural divine being, turned out to be a very dishevelled looking boy that somehow reminded him of one of his son's friends. He even looked a lot like her, too.

The boy looked young. He shouldn't be any older than his own son. He had a crouched back and was wearing jeans partnered with baggy plain white shirt.

Lawliette, on the other hand, mentally apologized to them for disguising herself. She was fortunate that she had someone to copy, and at some years in her life she wanted to act exactly like him… so acting this way again was not a problem.

The problem was her conscience. She said she trusted them, which she did. But since she knew Kira could control a person before killing them, the scenario of him eventually getting to them and making them tell the information of her identity was far from impossible. She didn't want to sound arrogant, but if she died, Kira would have no more obstacles.

There was no Alluka nor Beyond anymore to support her.

L led them to the room's discussion area. It was a little smaller than what she has in her actual house in the country, but it would do for their small number. She sat the way he sat and did his mannerisms perfectly. The fact that she actually looked a lot like that person, did actually make her feel this a tad more.

She missed him. She wondered how he was doing.

"Ano… L.."

"Please call me Ryuzaki." She said. It was a name that meant dinosaur – a powerful but extinct creature that once ruled the world. Just like Beyond… a person she idolized and loved greatly that it was almost abnormal.

She shook her head of the thoughts and proceeded in telling them her deductions. Matsuda, as always, was outspoken and yelled about how amazing this was. She almost smiled at him, but she did not, because she knew this relaxed atmosphere would not last. She was losing to Kira, and she—along with countless others—had lost too much to him.

"You said that the two of you are childish and hates to lose…" Chief Yagami said, pertaining to one of her earlier statements. It was true, in a sense, and it was the only way she could actually empathize to some degree to Kira despite how much pain it caused her. Their sense of pride were always clashing, both of them standing for their beliefs as if they were the absolute truth.

"But doesn't the fact that you have shown your face to us, meant that you are losing…?" he asked nervously, and she nodded.

"That's right." She stated and sipped her tea. She stared at them directly and firmly, catching their full attention. "But we will win in the end."

...

After the men left, she had finally found the time to recall past events. She stood up and walked towards a random corner, in need of its protection, even if she knew it was only an illusion. She sat there, in a fetal position, and buried her face in her arms.

The past few hours, she did not have time to honour their lives nor was she able to send enough condolences to the old man. She could not begin to imagine the sense of loss he must've felt: concurrently losing dozens of colleagues to a mass murderer whose face they did not even know.

She would send gifts of apology to the families of those agents even when she knew they would not help. She would make sure that their children were well-fed and funded… but there remained the fact that she would never be able to bring back the father, the lover, the sons, and friends of those poor people.

Really though, she always knew crying never fixed anything. But it did. It helped her.

And for the longest time, she hadn't cried while in the comfort of anyone's embrace. Passively, her hand slid to the part of her back that Light had touched. She closed her eyes again, recalling the feeling of comfort.

She soon bowed her head to pray. Despite her scientific upbringing, Watari never forgot to teach them about religion, or at least when to never lose hope. Having a concept of a greater power—the universe, for atheists—a sense of whole, truly did have the capacity to keep a person sane. That he was not just some random occurrence in the world and would disappear when mere chance demanded it to.

She let out a deep breath upon standing up and going out her balcony, to stare at the stars. It was time to read and analyze the information and footage those agents lost their lives for. And she would find good leads from them.

She would find something from this, something significant, no matter how many times she had to look at them.

...

YAGAMI RESIDENCE

9:30 PM

Yagami Suichiro called for a family meeting as soon as he reached the house and they all, unsurprisingly except his son, sat anxiously as they waited for whatever would say. He soon revealed that he was the head of the Kira case, enticing admiring compliments from his daughter. He loved hearing them, but that wasn't the point.

There's a huge chance he might die for this case. And after saying that, as expected, the atmosphere changed. "You should resign, Otou-san! I don't want you to die! Yaaadda!"

"Anata… please don't risk your life on this!"

He shook his head determinedly, dismissing the guilt of having to put his family through this. "No. I will not submit to evil."

Light stood up in that naturally composed way of his, which seemed more adult-like in contrast to his panicking wife and daughter. He was gesturing to walk to his room, and for a moment Suichiro was afraid his son would be giving him the silent treatment. Until, halfway to the stairs he turned around with an expression of approval. "That's great dad," he said. "I'm proud of you."

Suichiro mentally smiled at his son's maturity and the boy, sensing this, did the same. The women did not appreciate his show of support, however. "Light!" His mother cried, and Sayu did the same. "Don't be like that!"

"Saa… mother, Sayu. We won't change his mind, whatever it is we say," he told them, almost in a professional manner. "He's not one of the country's top officers for nothing, you know." In response, his mother sighed and his sister pouted.

It was then that Light turned his head to him again. There was something so strong and proud about his son that he couldn't help but feel proud even if he just stood there. "I'll make sure that if anything happens to you, I will hunt Kira to his grave."

"Ah," he uttered. And Yagami Suichiro knew he'd be able to sleep well that night.

...

Ray...

A hand traced its owner's cheek, which soon covered its owner's face, leaving just enough opening for her eyes to see despite her blurring vision.

My beloved Ray...

And her palm was soon wet with tears.

It was on the other side of the city..., a beautiful woman with raven hair stared at... nothing. The nothing that her beloved had gone to, unjustly sent there by a heartless criminal. Her incessant tears flowed along her cheeks and she did not attempt to stop them. No one was left there to see them anyway.

Her fiancé was gone. Killed.

Her precious Ray…

...

WASHINGTON D.C.

3 years prior

Misora Naomi walked passively onto the train as she held on to her huge handbag, full of her items as an FBI agent. It wasactually her day-off that day though, and she was surprised that she took everything as she just wanted to walk around. Before she knew it, she was on her way to a suspect's house related to a friend's case.

What? Her job was her life. She had few friends, but Naomi valued quality more than quantity. But that also meant that if all of them were busy, then she was left alone on her day-off with nothing else to do but things relating to her job.

As she inconspicuously observed her surroundings – a habit of hers as an investigator—her eyes ended on a handsome man on a dark coat. He had his eyes closed and was obviously maximizing his time to rest. She could see from his eye bags that he needed it.

He was still very alert though, evidently, as he woke up immediately at the sound of the train stopping. He waited for most of the passengers to get out before doing so himself. She batted an eyelid.

He just dropped his wallet.

She ran to it and then immediately went to follow him. "Excuse me… You dropped something."

"Oh. Thank you." He smiled, unconsciously opening it revealing a picture of a pretty little girl about 2 years of age.

"Your daughter?" She asked out of curiosity and he shook his head in amusement.

"She's my sister." He answered making her blink. How old is he?

"My parents adopted her. They were already bored with me." He answered her unspoken question and jokingly added the second sentence. She laughed and then found herself mesmerized by those beautiful green orbs of his.

Clank

"Eh?" she uttered and followed the slowly moving train wearing an unchanging expression – as if she was still loading the situation.

It seemed that the train left her, and the man could not help but laugh.

She stared at him, and he managed to stop when he noticed this. "Sorry. Haha. I'll pay for the fare."

"No need, really. I'm fine with hanging out around here."

"You have nothing to do?"

"It's, unfortunately, my day off. I was hoping I find something that has nothing to do with my job."

"What is your job?"

"I'm… an aspiring detective." She lied. She just had that concept that there's a huge chance that strong girls were a turn off, especially someone of obvious East Asian descent like her. Men would expect her to be docile.

"That's a job?"

"Maybe."

"You're lying to me."

"Maybe."

He smirked."Am I going to find out?"

"That depends on you." She replied coolly. Internally, though, she was looking at herself as if she just ate a cockroach. She couldn't believe she actually flirted with a man she just met.

But it all turned out well…, and he proposed to her 2 years since then.

It was supposed to be a happy memory…

And it was just too cruel that he died inside a train.

...

Naomi sat there crying her heart out as she mourned her fiancé. It was fine to cry, she knew, those were one of the things that L had said to her during that case.

L.

L.

L

She abruptly stood up as she recalled and reflexively went to get ready.

L.

Her only hope for Justice.

...

The elections was finally over. The democrats had finally won on a major state ruled by republicans for too long a time. With the change of control came investigations.

But most politicians were far from stupid. Stupid people wouldn't be able to fool people for such a long time, after all.

For generations, hidden clues had finally emerged from the ground and graves alike… but they could not find any concrete proof against the family who apparently had a relatively unobvious political dynasty. They had been assigned to find these data, but barely anything had come up for months on end and some were already losing hope.

That was, until the huge monitors of their meeting areas suddenly turned static making them stand up reflexively. And then as if on cue, a huge old English-style letter 'L' appeared on the screen and a cyber-masked voice passed the room as if he had just announced their death sentences.

Nothing of the sort came of course, and odd enough the person was not a bad speaker and some of them somewhat relaxed. Some. Most had their guns out.

"Don't shoot the camera please, I don't mean any harm."

"W-what are you doing here? How did you hack through our security?" the chief asked and turned his head to one of their colleagues, gesturing for him to do a trace.

"It wasn't hard believe me, but like I said, I mean no harm. I just wanted to help." The voice uttered and Naomi believed him immediately. There was just some… childish quality in the voice that her feminine-side had an utter weakness for.

"What do you mean?" The old man asked vehemently ordering everyone who was anyone to get to the hacker.

"You won't be able to track me, no matter what you do. So it is better to save energy and listen to me, yes?"

This made their tracker pause and look at the chief, silently wondering if he was wasting energy. The chief ignored the look and glared at the screen. "Why would we?"

"Well… the way you are now, you won't be able to solve the corruption case."

"How did you—" The Chief cut himself off, and guardedly crossed his arms. "And you are just a concerned citizen wanting to help?"

"Yes," came the mysterious hacker's immediate and monotonous answer. "I found that a few orphanages are affected, and I can't let it slide." Naomi blinked. Did he not know that he just gave out a clue for his identity? Or was he so confident that he couldn't be traced to the point that he didn't even care?

"Why not show your face then?" The boss asked sceptically.

"I can't. I'm not even allowed to do this, my father would kill me."

Silence

And even after that unusual situation? Who would have thought they would end up following him, anyway…

.

An hour later, L coolly finished stating his logic and giving them his proof and bases. He was unbelievable – and that was an understatement. He basically had the same starting point as they had but he had got tens of folds of new insights than they did, most of which they would not even consider—and they were points not even co-conspirators would be able to think of. At that point, even the most cynical agent came to believe in him, and Naomi was glad.

The chief assigned tasks based on his deductions for each one of them and she was assigned to investigate the former governor himself. She was the last one given the assignment, and before she was about to leave… she was stopped.

"Misora Naomi-san?" The voice from the screen called casually catching her and the chief's, who was the only one with her, attention. She straightened up immediately.

"Is there anything you want to add, L?" The chief asked.

"I want to talk to miss Misora alone."

There was a moment of silence. But after looking at them alternatively, the man shrugged. "Ah…" he said, and soon leaving the two of them alone. Naomi sat at the chair near the camera and looked straight to it. It was weird how she did not feel like a specimen under those lenses at all. She waited for him to speak about something important about her assignment.

But what he stated was far from it. Well, sort of.

"This is a big job, Misora-san, are you sure you are ready for this?" she frowned at the tone of voice he was emitting.

Did she misjudge him? Is he just one of those sexist bastards she had gotten sick of? "I don't see why not?" She snapped, but the voice remained calm.

"Well, you are emotional… I think you better resolve whatever problems you are dealing with…"

Her eyes widened as certain words passed by her head: "Naomi…" Ray pleaded."Now that you're going to be my wife… I want you to quit your job."

She shook her head of the thoughts, willing herself to be composed. "I can't do that now."

"I am good at keeping secrets, Misora-san. And I don't think I need to prove that." He said and she chuckled slightly, before returning to her original anxious state. Her guard was basically non-existent with this person. And she didn't know why.

So…, she ended up blabbering personal things. "I love my job, L. And I have to choose between it and another one I love."

"You have another job?" He asked genuinely catching her off-guard, despite barely having it up in the first place. It sounded as if L never heard about relationships before.

"My fiancé. He wanted me to give up my job."

Silence. "Did he tell you why?"

Naomi blinked at the innocent curiosity a woman like her could sense so clearly. It really felt as if she was talking to a child. Maybe she may name her child with a name that starts with 'L'…

"He said it was unsafe, and he can't sleep knowing I'm risking my life. It really just sounds as if he doesn't trust me."

"He probably just doesn't trust the situations that neither of you can control."

"…"

"Besides… your future family will need you most."

Naomi was rendered silent. Despite her pride in her intelligence, she had never looked at it that way. Had she become so arrogant as to deduce such conclusions so readily?

Inappropriate and continuous tears came out of her eyes, refusing to stop at her will. "I'm sorry…"

"It's fine. Hampering tears will make you explode eventually."

"L?" she called looking at the visually static screen with a letter…

"Hn?"

…but really, the person behind was too obvious. She smiled.

"Thank you."

And Misora Naomi knew, that at a time like this, he was the only person she had left to depend on.

...

LIGHT'S BEDROOM

Thump

As soon as he entered his room, Yagami Light sat on his chair, almost abruptly and coolly placed his left hand on the table. Even his father was calling him evil.

He shrugged. It's not like he'd be reluctant in taking that old man's life when the time comes anyway—

"Ne, Yagami-kun, your dad's a nice man. I get where you inherited that strong conviction of yours."

He frowned. Her again? She said that to him out-of-nowhere after he attacked the police station and got to them. The man even demanded to punish the gangsters despite them already being dead. Apparently, he would not be able to rest since it was Kira who killed the bastards and not him.

"Light-kun… you sure have a nice family. You should be thankful.' She said when they parted the morning she got that call. Both his mother and Sayu took care of her until she calmed down, while he was practically frozen and his head unable to think of words that would be appropriate for the situation. That fact bothered him on so many levels.

What did her father tell her over the phone? Who were dead?

He never imagined she could look so helpless and in a way he despised seeing her that way—to the point that he could kill whoever caused it without a moment of hesitation. It was because she was his rival and it was demeaning for him to have a weakling as one.

His arm suddenly felt as warm and he didn't realize that he was thinking of her embrace until it was too late. His thoughts inevitably went to events that came prior to that, and his hand suddenly covered half his face.

Why did he kiss her, anyway?

He did tell her that basically what he did was just to shut his sister and mother up, that it had no meaning. But then, was it normal for him—a clean top-student—to do something so… unlike him?

It was the Death Note, probably. Even Lawliette pointed out that something changed in him. He had always felt superior but being given the death note by destiny made him even more so – to the point that he became a god. The old Light would at least act flustered and slightly embarrassed and then apologize. He would pretend that he didn't mind the joke pulled on him and smile.

But with his new status, and the fact that he had never really hid himself from Lawliette made him do something overtly impulsive.

He unconsciously touched his lips with his thumbs, instantaneously flinching the moment he realized that Ryuk creepily staring at him. "Light-o… are you thinkin' of perverted thoughts?"

He frowned, and threw him an apple.

"Shut up, you damned Shinigami."

...

The next day, Yagami Light woke up particularly less enthusiastic than usual. He had a bad feeling, and he couldn't help but think there might be a 'hole' during his actions this past few days. He had taken a huge risk in the bus jacking, and a little unexpected factor could become morph into a huge problem.

He imagined how the day would be like. It would be unsurprising that both of them acted as if nothing happened—she obviously would never talk about the tragedy the befell her—and they'd act like the kiss meant nothing. Nothing.

He shooed away the thoughts, thinking that that girl was making everything worse for him. Things would go so much smoother if she was gone; an offending thought considering there was a massive threat for his life, and that bastard L. For a moment he seriously thought about ending her life and it actually quite a rational thing to do. She was a ticking time-bomb, a fact that was becoming more and more lucid.

He should kill her painlessly with an accident or something. Indeed, logical. And for the first time he held only a piece of the death note as he thought of it.

There was a sudden jolt of pain in his chest—and, with that reaction, he found out he never seriously considered actually killing her before, no matter what he told himself. He frowned and immediately pushed the thoughts away, completely disregarding a certain possibility to the point that he didn't even acknowledge its existence. It was not hard to convince himself, not with his brain, but it certainly wasn't getting easier.

There were just things that even geniuses refuse to consider… no matter how much confusion it gave them.

Light stood up abruptly and went down the stairs. This was uncomfortable; he felt that he needed a different scenery of sorts for the moment. And right on time-as he went down the stairs, he overheard a conversation of his mother and sister. His mother was asking Sayu to bring their father's lunch to the headquarters.

He cleared his throat to get their attention. "I'll do it. I needed a change of pace, anyway." And it made Sayu jump for joy.

"Yatta! Thank you, onii-san~ You're the best brother ever!"

'If only you knew.' he mused, before flashing them his most handsome smile.

...

GOLDELUXE

Misora Naomi was about to eat her fiance's favourite cake: a large slice of Blueberry cheesecake—and the last slice at that—when she realized someone had been staring at her.

She was not in the mood to interact with anybody, not now, not when she was gathering energy before her mission. So she ignored the gaze. She focused on the seat in front of her which, until she sensed the stare, was occupied by an image of her fiancé: elbow on the table, chin on his palm, and happily watching her eat—like he always did.

Tears would've lined up behind her eyes, if she hadn't already cried her heart out the previous night. Indeed, it was time to make a move now, and this would be the last time she'd relax until Kira was caught.

"Ano…"

She frowned and finally decided to stop ignoring the rude person staring at her. She slowly turned her head to her right and immediately flinched back. The person—a girl—was very close, leaning down so that the cake was on her eye level. She seemed to be in a daze though, as if she was half-asleep.

"W-What is it?"

"I sent my baker somewhere, and my father is also busy with stuff I asked him to do. Both of them will return later today, but that is too late." She continued to blabber on, with an abnormally monotonous voice; Misora only stared. "So, as you can see, there is no one to bake me cake. I also love the cake here best." The girl paused, looking squarely at her cake. "That is the last slice," she stated and the girl held up what should be five fingers (albeit only three were raised). "I'm willing to pay five times as much for it."

There was something about the way she talked that was familiar, groggy or not, and she found herself softening up immediately. She must really want the cake, but this should have been the last ritual she'd go through before going to the police headquarters.

Still, Misora Naomi gave her the cake anyway.

The girl bowed, paid her the promised fee, and turned around. "Thank you, Naomi Misora-san."

...

Tap

Tap

Tap

"Sigh..."

Misora Naomi finally arrived at the headquarters. She could no longer wait, and she believed that she had taken too long to recover and investigate. Now it was time to meet L again and join him in the fight against Kira. L, her justice. She nodded and prayed for the best.

She wanted to stop the villain, alongside L, as soon as possible. Hopefully, her new theory would shed light on the case: her theory being that Kira might be able to kill with other means other than heart attacks. If that was true, and she were able to tell L, she just knew she'd get her justice.

She breathed deeply in an attempt to relax herself. Imagining her fiancée right beside her—as if cheering her on—she entered the station with the poise of the FBI agent that she never really lost.

Cheesy, admittedly, but none of it mattered.

But..., unfortunately, an increasingly bad feeling dawned her when she had found out that nobody involved in the Kira case was at the headquarters. "No one's here though." The man said, and everything went so quickly for her after that.

.

"I am working with L in this case."

That had been the beginning of her downfall.

"I am Kira," were the last words she would ever hear.

And now... inside the head of a frozen Naomi, a thousand thoughts, emotions, and feelings surfaced all at the same time.

She thought she was prepared—she knew she was. She had everything lined up, she imagined every possible scenario up until her meeting with L. She prepared every defence: a fake name, a high psychological wall, and iron will.

Who... would've thought that she'd meet and get to know about the Police Chief's son. Who could have thought that he would convince her of his greatness? "Join us!" he had invited her so enthusiastically and her heart beat in anticipation—thinking she was finally close to L and the justice they deserve. "Let us bring Kira to justice, together!"

Who could have imagined that he would charm her to give her real name, a mistake that led to her fiance's death?

She did not even have the time to cry.

And—like anyone nearing their deaths—faces flashed in front of her: her family, mother, father, brother, her friends, Ray, and even that girl she met in the bakery.

She turned around from the boy after those hideous 40 seconds...

And she walked to her fate.

.

No longer remembering who this "L" was.