Death Note Fan Fiction ❯ The Id and The Ego ❯ ch. 2 ( Chapter 2 )

Chapter 2

“Л,

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3E#1V!0o)&l&, q”

My thumb runs over my upper lip, as I stare at the message thoughtfully. Occasionally curiosity posses me to re-open the saved e-mail, and stare at it for a while. It’s not that hard of a code for the most part. With some time I’ve figured the message out…it’s the different elements of the message that confuse me. Why the mixture of code, Japanese, Russian and French? It makes no sense to use that many languages and only code the English part of the letter. Then there is the 6 and the q, they stand alone, and don’t’ even seem to connect to the message as if they are just there to through the reader off. Also why is the L and the A in bold? There is most defiantly a reason for all of this, but it just doesn’t’ seem to connect smoothly.

The basic message says,

‘L,

Eyes 6 shinigami lose angelic eyes

Love, q’

That is why I am so sure that the 6 and the q do have a meaning within the message, and if they have meanings every other anomaly within the message must have one as well.

“L are you ready?” Watari’s voice floats in and fills the room. My eyes continue to run over the letter, saving it to my mind to look at again later if I’m not near a computer. Though in all honesty I’m never very far away from any form of connection to the internet.

“Ready for what…Watar?” I say lazily not giving my full attention to my companion.

“To visit the children.”

“What children?”I mumble, my thumb obscuring my voice a bit. Russian, Japanese, and French…what do they have in common? Why link them together in this message.

“—at whammy’s.”

“Huh…Oh yes, of course sure. But let’s make it a short visit, alright Watari? I’m very busy.” I slowly lower my feet onto the floor, still deep in thought about the message.

“L, there are any cases, and I wasn’t planning on assigning any to you for a while, don’t you think a vacation would be nice?”

“No, no I don’t.” I say bluntly but Watari is not at all surprised with my answer. Instead he gives me an exasperated smile, and nods.

“Besides there is the matter of light-kun's death and these strange messages we are getting from our ‘friend’.” I explain.

“Yes, I’ve notices the investigation into Lights murder really has taken a strange turn.”

“Indeed,” I muse quietly and follow Watari out the door.

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“It would have to have something to do with the subject that received the message. Otherwise the strange combination of languages would simply be over looked as part of the code.” Near, explains quietly never looking up from the puzzle. I bring a strawberry to my mouth and nibble on it thoughtfully.

“Of course, good job,” I praise the young boy. I was looking into the meaning so deeply that I simple over looked that fact. So the code isn’t’ as deep and meaningful as I thought it was, I tend to over think on occasion. Russian, Japanese, and French….my heritage…I drop the strawberry from my mouth.

He knows my ethnicity…but how.” I whisper to myself in slight panic. Near looks up from his blank puzzle but doesn’t question me, he simply twirls a stray strange of white hair in his figure.

“Stop hogging L!” A loud booming voice shouts, over powering the sharp slam of the door as it is flung open. A blonde boy comes toward me grabbing my wrist and dragging me out of my chair. I follow him blindly only partially away of his little temper tantrum. Near doesn’t protest and ignores the sudden intrusion surrendering me easily to his rival; Mello

Mello mutters angrily to himself, as I continue to ponder about who this ‘Arnold Friend’ could be. It’s rather disturbing that he knows this much about me. The young blonde lets me sit on his bed and jumps up next to me.

“I don't know why he thinks he’s entitled to all your time. I’ll surpass him for sure, I just have to cut out my social life like he does,” Mello huffs.

“Mello would you like to hear a story?” I question knowing that telling the child a story is one way to get his mind off his extreme jealously, that or chocolate. I don’t’ know how to deal with children especially when they are throwing little tantrums, so the less I have to hear about Mello's complaints the better.

“Really you’ll tell me about another case you worked?” He question with excitement

evident in his voice. I nod absently.

“Oh, oh! Tell me about the Kira case!”

“Well there is not much to tell, it ended on an unsatisfactory note.” I say softly.

“Ohhh….will you tell me anyway, even if it’s not as exciting as the LA BB murder case you told me about.”

“LA” a gasp. “No no,” I shake my head reassuringly, Beyond is dead. However there's a possibility that the person sending me and Watari these letters knows about Beyond Birthday, or even perhaps has met in. Possibly a cell mate of his in the mental institute before Kira killed him.

“L?” I look at Mello, whose face is contorted into an ugly expression of confusion, and announce.

“Oh yes, the story…”

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“Watari would you be so kind as to pull Beyond Birthday’s file. I’d like to know if he had any cell mates. Also have there been any new developments with Light’s case? I’d also like to speak to the detective on his case to get a first hand explanation of his thoughts and how they are going to proceed with the case”

“You seem to be keeping yourself busy, are you sure you want me to look for a case for you to work on?”

“Of course this is just for leisure; it shouldn’t take away from my work.” I explain dryly. And with that Watari takes his leave. I decided while I wait for Watari to return with the desired information, I should try and back track the mailing url that ‘Arnold friend’ uses. It might help me to pinpoint his location, or at the very less I’ll be aware if he’s smart enough to cover his tracks.

I set to work to find the source of the e-mail, noting in the back of my mind that Watari just came back into the room. I ignore him as he sets down a file and sheet of paper in front of me, only mumbling a thank you wants he turns to leave.

My eyes scan over the information, and I bit down on my nail hard, as an emotion stirs within me. Announce…I haven’t felt that in a long time. Though I hate to waste time, I’ve never felt annoyed by anything or anyone. I have gotten use to the fact that some people think slower than me, and because of this and my line of work, I’ve grown to be very patient. However this is very unsettling.

The first E-mail was sent to me from Believe Bridesmaid’s old work E-mail. Of course unused until Mr. Friend hacked into it reactivating it. This person most defiantly knows about my case in L.A. I can’t say that this fact doesn’t bother me. It was the only case…where I actually felt regret. The only case that I wanted to solve because of my own…insecurities…no my own guilt. I can’t explain it thoroughly…but because of this case, and those who were involved, I detach myself from my current successors. When I visit them, no matter how out of place I feel, I never question them about their progress, I never mention the fact that they are my…backups…I simply speak to them converse with them, to the best of my ability. I do not want to repeat the same mistakes I’ve made in the past. After all what sort of detective would I be if I did not learn from past failures?

“L, I’ve brought you some lunch.”

I let out a sigh, “I’m not very hungry right now.” I mutter out.

“Has something new come up?” Watari asks, he knows how to read me well.

“It’s nothing, I simply don’t want to be distracted at the moment, I will eat later,” I say with a limp wave of my hand.

“Alright, I’ll come back in two hours.”

“Thank you.” I open up Beyond's old record, some dust having collected on it. My eyelids lower as a numb pain throbs in my chest. What a waste…such intelligence, just like Light, all wasted. However, I cannot blame anyone but myself for that.

I scan through the information on the white sheets of paper. Beyond was isolated from all other patients. His burns where of course treated, and while he was recovering he did not leave his cell, not even for meal time. It seems like he had no contact with anyone at all, except the nurse who checked on him, Ms. Brittany Bell. I turn to my computer and type in the mental hospital that Beyond stayed at in the search engine. Once at their main website I hack into their employee records to see if Ms. Bell is still working there. Indeed she is, usually handling the criminally insane. She must be a masochist, to deal with such patients. Maybe she has a fascination with them, which would motivate her to not only work in that sector but also get close to Beyond. Though he was never one for social interaction, unless it amused or benefited him. It’s sort of ironic that a nurse with the initials BB would be assigned to take care of Beyond. But there is nothing interesting about the report. Beyond never had a cellmate and he died January 21, 2007, of heart failure. Ms. Bell was the one who found him dead, while bringing him his daily medication.

I close the file, not wanting to dwell too much on this part of my past. Maybe the person sending us e-mails only knows about the LA BB murder cases, and I’m letting my insecurities trick me into believing they have sort of connect to Beyond directly.