Journey's End @stpdgrl
October 11, 2010 TWs: Death of a loved one, medication, suicide, blood/gore, allusion to NSFW. Hard warning for suicide.

“Oh, you’re here! Come listen to this,” Lidner said, pulling Naomi by the arm to the center table.

“Please, I’m running on four hours of sleep,” Naomi halfheartedly protested.

The director is absent at the moment. I’ll listen to what you have to say, if that’s acceptable,” Deputy Director Yagami replied.

“Guess it will have to do. Let me get straight to the point. We cannot trust the Japanese police.”

Oh my God, Naomi mouthed.

“In order to solve the Kira case, we want you to hand over the notebook to America.”

She nearly took off the headphones to take a moment and no longer subject herself to this load of bullshit. Well, she consoled herself, I’d be too well known there. A trade off for actual tact.

Silence.

Finally, the Deputy Director said, “So it was the FBI! Where’s the Director?!”

What are you talking about?”

Don’t play dumb!”

“Think this through. Why would do that to the NPA director?”

Then how do you know about the notebook? And the timing of it all… How could it be a coincidence?”

So the notebook does exist.

Rester blinked several times. “What’s going on?”

She could almost hear Raye snorting and saying in unison, if he were here, “Tact was never Larry’s strong suit.” She rolled her eyes.

“I forgot you guys worked in the same unit.”

“He’d probably yell at me for saying that, but he’d come ‘round to it.”

I can’t give you the notebook. Especially if you’re not the kidnapper,” Deputy Director said.

“This is Near. Looks like it’s true that their director has been abducted. … Suggest to him that we’d like to cooperate in rescuing the director and apprehending the kidnappers. … Even if he won’t give it to us, he may have to prepare to trade it for the director’s life. Actually, we’ll make it so he has to—and if we get the chance, we take the notebook for ourselves.”

Near ordered for everyone else but Rester to leave.

“So do you think we could get away with listening in?” Gevanni asked, frowning when Lidner hit him upside the head. “Oh, come on.”

“Probably not,” Naomi said. “I doubt he’d take too kind to information that’s apparently for Rester’s ears only being leaked.”

"Why think Near’s giving Rester information he won’t give us?”

“Educated guess.” She blew her bangs from her face. “I’d bet that Near trusts us, but then why give Rester information that’s for him and him only?”

“If he trusts us, he’d be telling us all the information necessary,” Gevanni said, folding his arms. “I don’t trust him to not pull something.”

“Define something,” Lidner said.

“You couldn’t tell me a lot of things, what makes this so different?”

“Because my caffeine addiction is currently taking up all my mental capabilities.” He smiled like Iceman in Top Gun.

“So if you drink two cups of coffee, you’ll be able to tell me?’

“Mayhaps. You coming, Maki?”

She shrugged but walked alongside them all the same. “You damn kids and your caffeine.”

"Oh, come on. You were born, what, ‘75?’" Lidner asked.

She found herself repeating what she said to Smirnov: “Women tend to age better with a little mystery. But early ‘76, thank you. February 11.”

"Close to mine!" Lidner said. "February 17."

“I would’ve laughed if you’d said you were born January first.” Gevanni opined.

The sentence came, unwanted and unnecessary: “A friend’s birthday was New Year’s Eve. My friends and I would give him shit for it, all the time."

“Sounds like he was more than a friend,” Lidner said, as she filled a jug with water.

She hopped up onto the counter. “What makes you say that?”

Lidner shot her a smile and a wink. “You’re not the only one who can make an educated guess.”

And Naomi felt uncomfortably self conscious about the engagement ring still on her finger, all while a blush crawled up her neck.

“Near,” Rester said.

“Yes,” Near acknowledged, stacking another match on top of the tower.

“The Director of the Japanese NPA has been killed.”

“By whom?”

“Who? Well, it’s gotta be the kidnappers…”

“Who? Well, it’s gotta be the kidnappers…”

“Interesting sure is a funny way to put it,” Naomi said.

“Yes… If the hostage died, the kidnappers wouldn’t be able to make an exchange for the notebook. And if it really was Kira… I could substantially narrow down my list of suspects," Near said.

“They’re going to announce in Japan that the Director’s killer is hiding in LA, but if the killer is American, it’ll be an international issue," Rester continued.

“That’s even better. We’ll be able to participate in the investigation much more easily, then.” Near held up a picture of a blond haired boy between his index and middle fingers. “Anyway, have you been able to track him down, Commander Rester?”

“Well… I’ve been able to find out that he was in the institution, which you pointed out, until four years ago. … But since then, he’s disappeared into thin air…”

“Into thin air…”

“I’m sorry.”

“No, that’s fine. I wanted to know if he’d vanished or not.”

Naomi raised her eyebrows. What, exactly, is his attachment to this guy?

“I see. So you suspect he’s involved…?”

Naomi raised her eyebrows. What, exactly, is his attachment to this guy?

She rushed off to one of the private bedrooms and locked the door while she burst into tears.

Gotta love being retraumatized.

October 12

“So you think Kira killed Takimura, not the kidnappers?” Director Mason asked.

“I’m saying that it’s one possibility. If so, it means that Kira is getting information from the Japanese police.” Near twirled his hair and threw the dart.

“That’s what L said,” Naomi offered. “We could be looking at the NPA and their families.”

Director Mason’s phone rang. “It’s L… The current one.”

Director, I’ve heard about John McEnroe—rather, FBI Special Agent Larry Conners—from Deputy Director Yagami.

Naomi honestly thought she’d cry. "That's who L is?"

Then she passed out.

Gevanni hauled Maki up. “Lidner, transcribe the call for me.”

Maki sat forward and rubbed her temples, once she came to. “I thought I was fucking done with these. But it’s him…”

“Fainting spells?”

“Fainting spells.”

“Do you… I’ll get to the point. Why did you pass out?”

Maki pulled her hair off her neck, her face now slick with sweat. “I was looking for someone on the Japanese task force, when… when my fiance died. I thought I had some information… on the Kira case.” She turned paler, then. “I’d hypothesized that Kira could kill in other ways than heart attacks. But that’s… not new information, now, is it.”

“Anyways?”

Gevanni hauled Maki up. “Lidner, transcribe the call for me.”

Maki sat forward and rubbed her temples, once she came to. “I thought I was fucking done with these. But it’s him…”

“My past always seems to come back to haunt me.”

“My past always seems to come back to haunt me.”

“Like during an important phone call.” Don't be that flippant! “You’re going to be okay, right?” Strictly practical.

“I think I need to up my dosage. Panic attacks, fainting spells… Man, I’m really screwed up.”

“I think I need to up my dosage. Panic attacks, fainting spells… Man, I’m really screwed up.”

Yup. “Are these common?”

“Common reactions to what I’ve dealt with? Yeah.”

“It’s an occupational hazard. What about you, agency boy? Got any baggage?”

A sister in jail, parents fighting her motherfucker husband for custody of her children, trying to keep us in line using them as a cudgel. Two dead bodies, everything's fin. “None more than anyone else.”

Lidner knocked on the doorframe. “You done? Near’s going over the big stuff right now.”

Lidner knocked on the doorframe. “You done? Near’s going over the big stuff right now.”

“I think I need to up my dosage. Panic attacks, fainting spells… Man, I’m really screwed up.”

“I dunno, am I blonde?”

"Depends. Are we talking genetics or box?"

Lidner glared at him. He smiled, well used to the dead-eyed stare she focused on many people.

“Didja transcribe the call?”

“I dunno, am I blonde?”

“Maki, do you happen to know who the Second L is?”

Some semblance of color had returned to Maki’s cheeks, but the remainder of it went out the window.

“If I say yes, then what would you do?”

“What I do depends on your answer.”

“But you’ve figured it out by now, and you’re just looking for confirmation.”

Gevanni prided himself on being able to read people like books, but Near was the one person he couldn’t read whatsoever, thanks to his lack of tonal expression.

“Maybe. Then, would you mind telling us who this Second L is?”

Maki visibly debated telling him. “He’s the son of Deputy Director Yagami. Last I saw him, he was roughly college age.”

October 13

“Sure,” Director Mason said.

Naomi clutched the table for stability as L spoke. This plane hijacking was starting to look a little too familiar.

N, I’m sure you’re aware of the situation. Can you send word to the airlines, police, and army not to make any moves yet?”

“What is L doing? He’s not very tactful…,” Rester muttered.

Naomi inhaled through her nose and exhaled through her mouth. “It’s probably the best in a situation like this. If-if we escalate this, we run the risk of completely screwing over ourselves and the NPA.”

“Very well, L… I will calculate where the plane will land and keep an eye on that area using a satellite camera. Please tell me if there’s anything I can do.”

There was a moment’s silence. Naomi thanked whoever was above that she didn’t faint or have another panic attack.

N, I’ve been able to find out the name of the man who got on the plane with Deputy Director Yagami. The man’s name is Zack Irius. Please look into him and the two pilots.”

“He was pretty quick about finding the guy’s name,” Rester noted. Naomi didn’t like the implications of that one damn bit.

She pressed her lips together as the plane landed into what was mostly desert. Bakersfield? she thought.

“L, I’ve been able to get a satellite picture of where the plane landed. I’ll keep sending you all the information I receive.”

N, can you send a helicopter?”

“Yes. McEnroe can pilot a helicopter, and he’s met Mr Yagami before. I’ll send him over.”

“Get it ready,” Director Mason ordered, and the agent obliged.

She frowned as Yagami’s phone rang. If only she were able to read lips.

“He’s underground?!” Rester exclaimed. Naomi couldn’t contain an incredulous laugh.

“This is very interesting…,” Near said.

“They really are serious about this,” Gevanni said, shaking his head. “I can’t believe they’d be so stupid as to hand it over.” Lidner shushed him.

“L, do you have any plans? Or do you really think it’s okay for the notebook to fall into their hands?” Near smirked.

“Unless the task force has a way to get it back,” Naomi said. “I don’t know the kid too well, but he wouldn’t do it without a catch.”

"They couldn't have negotiated different terms?" Lidner asked, peeved.

“Somehow, I don’t think whoever’s doing this would be too open to that idea.”

No,” L stuttered. “I didn't have information about the existence of the underground passage… But this means that even if they get a hold of the notebook, they’re going to have to make an escape with it. Please make sure to catch their movements on radar as they try to escape.”

“They couldn’t have negotiated different terms?” Lidner asked, peeved.

“Somehow, I don’t think whoever’s doing this would be too open to that idea.”

No,” L stuttered. “I didn't have information about the existence of the underground passage… But this means that even if they get a hold of the notebook, they’re going to have to make an escape with it. Please make sure to catch their movements on radar as they try to escape.”

“The helicopter has reached the designated location.”

“Look—there’s another helicopter located half a mile away. Screen three, zoom in.”

No one seems to be in it. That must be the kidnapper’s escape plan. Please keep your eyes on it, N.”

Who must be L’s younger sister and his father stumbled out of the underground passage on camera. Naomi pressed her lips together.

Once the two have moved to a safe distance away, please send down your agents.”

“L, the perp is getting onto a helicopter. He’s wearing a mask, so we can’t distinguish his face. Please keep your eye on him,” Director Mason said.

“So this means they’ve definitely exchanged the notebook.”

"We have no clue as to what may happen, so keep both helicopters on your radar. I want you to track their helicopter until it lands. Be aware that he may try to drop the notebook out the helicopter, or hand it to someone else in midair, so don’t let him out of the satellite’s view.”

“Easy for you to say… Very well, I’ll see what I can do.”

Naomi wondered just who exactly they had to blackmail (or who they had to please) just to get that missile.

“A missile is about to be launched exactly 500 meters from where the culprit exited and Mr. Yagami entered. It’s the type that can’t be tracked by radar.”

N, are the kidnappers in any way affiliated with the United States?”

Naomi raised her eyebrows.

“What exactly do you mean, L?” Near asked.

It is only natural for me to think so, after seeing a missile like that. The United States found out the Japanese police held the notebook and decided to acquire it… And everything that has happened so far was all arranged.

“What exactly do you mean, L?”

It is only natural for me to think so, after seeing a missile like that. The United States found out the Japanese police held the notebook and decided to acquire it… And everything that has happened so far was all arranged.

“Frankly, I wish that was the case. But you’re wrong. True enough, we do want to know about the notebook and Kira. But we have no involvement whatsoever in this kidnapping.”

Can you prove to me that you’re not involved?”

“The only way to do that would be to capture the kidnappers.”

“L, N, it’s as we thought. The missile can’t be tracked by radar. We can’t trace it or shoot it down,” Rester said.

“The missile is probably being guided to a specific location. But then again, it could’ve been launched as a strike on somewhere,” Gevanni added.

And then the helicopter blew up.

“Near, the helicopter—!” Rester exclaimed.

“Yeah… L, I’m going to borrow these two for a bit.”

What are you going to do, N?”

“I just want to ask them a couple questions. I’ll make sure you can hear the questioning. If we’re lucky, we may even be able to determine who the kidnapper is.”

Once Mr Yagami was sat at an interrogation table, Near began the questioning:

“Mr Yagami, it seems your daughter didn’t see any of the kidnappers’ faces, or speak with them much at all. You were wearing a wireless earphone to listen to the instructions of the man who claimed to be the mastermind. Can you please try to remember anything you noticed?”

He scrambled his voice, so I hardly noticed anything… Not even his age.”

“We’ve located the missile,” Gevanni said, pushing himself back.

“I’m sorry, Mr Yagami, please wait for a moment.”

“We’ve found parts scattered twelve miles from the Hudson bay. It’s likely they’re parts from the missile, and I’ve sent over people to recover them.”

“Calculating from the time they launched the missile, it means that it’s been close to two hours since it crashed,” Rester said.

Gevanni continued, “If they put the notebook inside something that would survive the landing, and would float, there are numerous ways to collect it. By boat, hydroplane, hydro-helicopter… And it would be hard to find eyewitnesses at sea… L, were you listening?”

We're not too far from the Bay ourselves. What is going on here? Is he trying to get the notebook to us? Naomi asked herself.

“Yes. We have no choice but to conclude the notebook has already fallen into the hands of the kidnappers. You basically handed it to them on a platter, unable to do anything about it…”

He scrambled his voice, so I hardly noticed anything… Not even his age.”

Gevanni slid off the headset for the moment. “That was still a stupid thing to do.”

Naomi shook her head and frowned. If that was Yagami’s daughter and the Second L’s sister, they prized that connection over the safety of the notebook. While stupid at first glance, it was admirable. In her line of work, though, it did seem that emotions were less prized over pragmaticism.

“They should have a plan to get it back. Besides, if that was their relative, it makes sense. I don’t think you couldn’t tell me that you wouldn’t do the same for a relative in this position,” Naomi replied. (Unbeknownst to her, he did admit that she had a point. There wasn't a whole lot he wouldn't do if his parents, nieces, or sister were threatened like they were in this case.)

And since when is evidence-slash-leaving-an-innocent-to-rot prized over humanity? Well, no—the notebook is practically a WMD. It does make sense that him—and Near, as well as the others—would be incredulous at their decision to give it up. But… whoever the ringleader was of this op had tied the Yagamis’ hands. Either they lose their sister and daughter, or give up the notebook. He was banking on that.

“Whoever the ringleader of this op is was banking on them choosing to give up the notebook. He didn’t have anything to lose by tying their hands and forcing them to choose between a relative and what’s practically a WMD.”

N… Are you claiming that if you had been in command, the notebook never would’ve been taken from us?”

And since when is evidence-slash-leaving-an-innocent-to-rot prized over humanity? Well, no—the notebook is practically a WMD. It does make sense that him—and Near, as well as the others—would be incredulous at their decision to give it up. But… whoever the ringleader was of this op had tied the Yagamis’ hands. Either they lose their sister and daughter, or give up the notebook. He was banking on that.

A plan to get the notebook back?”

“If we’re able to ID who took the notebook, then I want you to threaten them by claiming that as the great L, with all the power to command all the police forces of the world, you’ll make the names and photographs of the kidnappers public. If their names and faces become public, Kira will kill them. And if they don’t want to die, then they have no choice but to give the notebook back to us. It’s not my type of plan, but it should work. And then, once we get the notebook back, we’ll arrest them.”

I see.”

“So when the time comes, I’ll need your cooperation.”

But if we’re going to go about that with that plan, we’re going to have to find out the names and faces of all the kidnappers… We’re clearly going up against a large organization. They may even try to sacrifice some of the members just so the gang will remain intact. So we’ll need to find out everything we can about this group--is that possible?”

“If we look in the right spots,” Naomi muttered.

“It’s not a question of possible or not. We must do it.” Near turned his attention back to Mr Yagami. “Now, sorry to keep you waiting. Have you been able to remember anything?”

I remember all the instructions I received, but I can’t think of anything that may be useful to you… And it’s pretty obvious that they didn’t talk enough to give themselves away…

“That’s not what I was asking you. I want to know if there were other people around him, or if you heard any sounds. For example… if he was eating something while he talked.”

Eating something… Yes, he was. Well, I can say that he could have been eating something.”

Near narrowed his eyes. “How about a chocolate bar? Did it sound like that from the way he was eating it?”

“If we’re able to ID who took the notebook, then I want you to threaten them by claiming that as the great L, with all the power to command all the police forces of the world, you’ll make the names and photographs of the kidnappers public. If their names and faces become public, Kira will kill them. And if they don’t want to die, then they have no choice but to give the notebook back to us. It’s not my type of plan, but it should work. And then, once we get the notebook back, we’ll arrest them.”

Mr Yagami rubbed his forehead. “I… I can’t be that certain about it. Actually, I may have heard a cracking sound… Well… Maybe?”

“So he could’ve been eating chocolate. Is that right?”

Yes.”

“N, if you have any clue about who the new kidnapper is, please tell me. We’ll search for that person as well,” L said.

“L, I don’t want to tell you that. We’ll search for the kidnappers by ourselves.” Near stacked another die.

Weren’t you going to cooperate with us?” L asked.

“When I said I would cooperate, I was talking about the kidnapping investigation. And I clearly stated that we’d talk about the notebook and Kira after that. But you practically let the kidnappers have the notebook. As I just said, once we’re able to determine who the kidnapper is, I’ll need your help announcing the names and faces of the culprits. Apart from that, I don’t need your cooperation.

“The original L gave his life for this case… And proved to the world that a mass murderer named Kira was lurking somewhere in Japan. He was even able to find out what Kira was using to do those killings. But even though you’ve taken L’s place, you’ve done nothing. Not only that, I think Kira’s public approval has even increased because of you. I can’t expect anything worthwhile from you. Your response to the kidnappers made that clear. And that goes for the Japanese police as well. The present leader, Deputy Director Yagami, went back to Japan saying he was going to quit. I can’t count on him either.

“We’ll catch the kidnappers and Kira by ourselves.”

Great job at diplomacy, th

And then Director Mason collapsed.

And she was reminded of having to ID Raye’s body, slumped in the exact same position.

He’d died with his eyes open, and wide with fear.

And Gardner collapsed.

And Ratt blew brain and blood everywhere.

She slipped as her knees gave out and she tried to pull herself up.

These past few days were really doing their best to break Naomi down.

N, what happened? What was that gunshot?”

“They got us,” Near said finally. “Most of the people here… No, most of the members of the SPK have been killed. I did sense a spy connected to the kidnappers. But now they’ve got the notebook, they’ve decided to kill the spy so we can’t get to them, rather than get more of our information.”

Did they get every member except you?”

I bet you'd love that, you jumped up little shit, Naomi thought viciously.

“No, I had the personnel records sealed, so some weren’t killed. I won’t tell you how many of us are left, but there aren’t many. I wanted to find the spy first, but they got to us faster.”

N... you were talking tough a moment ago, but this is the reality of the murder notebook. You’re responsible for the deaths of those innocent people. And now that it’s happened, it won’t be easy for you to add other agents to your team.

“Yes… I was somewhat prepared for this the moment you gave the notebook away to the kidnappers, but it sure does hurt.” The dice scattered as he swiped.

"What kind of gaslighting bullshit?" she asked quietly.

Naomi stood, her legs shaking like a foal.

It’s meaningless for us to be at each other’s throats like this… I’m not asking you to work under me, nor am I asking for out agents to meet each other. We should just share our information, get the notebook back as quickly as possible, and arrest Kira.

The rest of the SPK looked towards Near, wary of the continuing conversation.

“What do you mean by sharing our information?” Near finally asked.

You tell us about who you think the kidnapper is. In return, I’ll give you information about the notebook. There are many rules and regulations for using that notebook to kill people. If I tell you about them, I’m sure it will help you with your investigation.”

“Near…,” Rester said.

Near studied the stack of dice in his fingers. Finally, he said, “Very well, L2. Let us share information. The person who I think is behind this goes by the nickname Mello. I don’t have a photograph or his real name. All I know is that Mello was in an orphanage called Wammy’s House in Winchester, England, until four years ago.”

“Oh boy,” Naomi said. “I’m… I’m going to let family know of their deaths.”

And maybe call Suruga.

Suruga yawned on the other end. “What’s bothering you, Naomi?”

“I… I watched the director of the FBI and other guys die.” She shook one hand out, like she had blood on it.

“Oh, God… Who all died?”

“Gardner, I’d bet Conners, Ratt, Mason… A hell of a thing to see.”

“Jesus Christ… Are you holding up all right?”

“I fainted yesterday and the day before I had a panic attack thanks to remembering the load of shit that happened when I got suspended.”

“Oh, be nice, you were raised better than that. 2002…”

“Oh, yikes.”

“Yeah. Ugh, God, this is stupid. Director Mason collapsed and laid the exact same way Raye was.” She wet her lip, too tired to cry even as her eyes dampened. “I still see it. He… he died with his eyes wide open, Suruga.”

“I remember when you had to ID the body. I don’t think I’ll forget the pictures, or you sobbing.”

“I won’t forget you crying either.”

“Ha. Remember when we met?”

“I don’t think I could forget that either. You’d been dealing with him forever and you thought it was funny that I was constantly destroying his ego.”

“I did! He was pontificating and you called him out and he wasn’t even surprised that I laughed. And when you smirked, he put his hand on his chest and acted all offended. ‘You don’t even know me and you’re making fun of me? Goddamn, I can’t catch a break anywhere!’ And he stuck his hand out and introduced himself and…”

Left a mark on both of our lives, she thought.

“And we’d lay on the ground after long days, sweating like pigs. I remember the both of us had a pushup contest and he tapped out after five. His arms shook so bad that day…” She laughed at the memory.

“What are you doin’?” Lidner asked, leaning against the doorway.

“I’ll call you back.”

“Take your time. Last I heard, you were on a big, confidential op. Call me when you’re done with it.”

“I’ll try.” Naomi shut the phone, feeling like she’d done something wrong. “I was… talking to a friend.”

“Oh?”

“Old friend. I’ve known him since my academy days.” She brushed her hair back from her face. “He was a friend of my fiance. Well… former fiance.”

Lidner raised her eyebrows. “The friend whose birthday was on New Year’s Eve?”

“How long were you listening?”

“From where you were talking about everyone else dying.”

October 18

Near studied the papers Gevanni handed him. “Commander Rester, please get L on the line.”

"Right.”

“L, can you hear me? It’s N."

Yes. What’s the matter, N?”

“Is this all you can tell me about the notebook?”

Yes. What’s the matter, N?”

“Is this all you can tell me about the notebook?”

“With the information I’ve been given, it’s impossible to write somebody’s name in the notebook just by looking at their face. But I have no choice but to assume that somehow Kira is able to do that.”

Raye told me that Light had dropped a piece of paper on the floor, the day of the busjacking… Why didn’t I realize it then? Naomi thought. She hit herself upside the head.

We haven’t yet been able to find out why. This may be a forced hypothesis, but maybe Kira’s notebook is different from the one the kidnappers have. Kira’s notebook may only require that Kira only see people’s faces. For all we know, it may not even be a notebook.

Near broke the gundam’s head off. “I see… As you said, the kidnapper can’t kill people just by looking at their faces. But some of the surviving SPK members worked outside, and I’m sure that spy Ratt had the opportunity to get their photos.”

Near broke the gundam’s head off. “I see… As you said, the kidnapper can’t kill people just by looking at their faces. But some of the surviving SPK members worked outside, and I’m sure that spy Ratt had the opportunity to get their photos.”

N, there is something I want to ask you, too.

“What is it?”

“Yes. I am Near.”

“Winchester?” Gevanni muttered, before clearing his throat.

“You’re British?” Naomi and Rester said.

“Jinx,” Naomi said.

“Yeah he is. Southampton. 20 minutes away from Winchester on a good day. You want some tea and crumpets?” Lidner said, flicking his bangs from his face.

“Yank," he said, now returned to an American accent. Code switching is an amazing thing.

Naomi rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to the call at hand.

Then we can also assume that Mello competed to become the next L with you, and decided to use any means necessary to get the notebook to catch Kira.”

“Most likely…”

“In order to get the notebook, Mello killed the man who got onto the plane with Mr Yagami, and the man who made the exchange. That already makes him a criminal. That means I have to capture Mello to get the notebook. But to Mello, getting caught by me means losing.”

L paused. “Then why did he kill the SPK members but spare the lives of Deputy Director Yagami and his daughter, who could potentially give you more information?”

“First of all, like me, he feels the Japanese police are impotent.”

Naomi winced at that. That’s a hell of a way to ingratiate yourself with an ally.

“So it would be better for Mello to leave Mr Yagami alive and try to get information out of him in exchange for sparing his daughter. Since the contact between Mello and Mr Yagami is one sided, there’s no chance that his information will get leaked over to you, unlike if a spy was sent in. Also, by doing this, he’s able to send me and you messages.”

Messages?” L repeated.

“For example, while Mello was negotiating with Mr Yagami, he let Mr Yagami hear him eating chocolate. He did that so I would know who’d taken the notebook. Mello isn’t stupid enough to make such a simple mistake. He did that on purpose.”

“Why?”

“He was provoking me. Flouting his sense of superiority that he got the notebook first. For Mello, this is a game between the two of us: of who will get to the final boss first.” Near adjusted the gundam. “But everything I just said is from an optimistic point of view. It could be that, like Kira, Mello is trying to take over the world. Mello always did want to become number one.”

So to him, Kira, you, and L, are all just people standing in his way.”

“That is all I can assume about Mello’s thought process, but it’s hard to believe that he’d bring the notebook and cooperate with me to capture Kira after murdering people. I have been able to narrow down Mello’s whereabouts based on murders his group seems to have committed.”

And what do you think his next moves will be?”

Near moved the gundam around. Naomi would guess that he was likely using it as a demonstration for his own thoughts, or as a notepad of sorts.

“That is a hard question to answer, but I know he will take any steps necessary.”

October 27

“Today’s a shitshow, apparently,” Naomi said. “You’ll never believe what happened with President Hoope."

“Try me," Rester said.

“He died.” She put two fingers to her temple to demonstrate.

“Oh, look at that,” Lidner said.

Around the room, various news stations were speculating assassination, the recent deaths of the armed forces sent in by the government in LA, and more.

“The soldiers were definitely killed with the notebook. The helmets were taken off because they had to see the soldiers’ faces,” Rester said.

“But if they could slice the straps so easily, why weren’t the team’s throats cut? This is troublesome,” Near said.

“Anyways, I think we can be certain that Mello was there, and that he was involved in the soldiers’ deaths. But who discovered their hideout and sent the soldiers in?”

“There’s no way of knowing, with both the president and the troops dead…,” Lidner pointed out.

“Maybe it was L…,” Naomi said. “I mean, he dug up the guy’s name who was supposedly with Mr Yagami on the plane, day of the hijacking.”

This is third person limited, so that should explain the skips from March to October. We don't get much of the SPK in the manga, unfortunately. At the time I was writing this I got a fic gift for SS and they used the headcanon that G-man is a Brit, so that's what I went with at the time. Code switching makes for fun times.
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