Duck Note

Within the newly constructed building strictly dedicated to the investigation of the Kira case, L sat before his fancy, white laptop, seemingly in the midst of great concentration. Light sat close by in front of his own computer (they were still chained together). All was quiet as the two of them worked, for no one was about, including Matsuda. Before the prolonged silence could seep into either of them and soothe their worked up nerves, as they had been kept a bit on edge as of recently, a startling, high-pitched beep shattered the silence, causing both L and Light to jump as they were suddenly ripped from their quiet thoughts. L hastily pulled his cell phone from his left jean pocket and flipped it open, while flashing a mischievous smile at Light, who simply glared in return. One new message, the words on the screen swam within his deep, black eyes. Upon opening it, L was greeted with a message consisting of a single word.

Duck

"Duck?" L thought to himself, his face twisting in confusion.

Light glanced at L suspiciously before sighing and redirecting his gaze to that of his computer once more. In that same instant, there was heard a sudden whoosh of air, the force of which was so strong that it violently whipped and tangled Light's hair, followed by a THUNK, SMACK, THUD, and finally a dull rolling noise. Light whirled his head around to see L with his face plastered to the top of the desk, a large knot protruding from the back of his head, and a soccer ball slowly rolling away from him across the floor.

"What the heck?!" Light screamed as he bolted from his chair and quickly stepped close to L, "Ryuzaki! Hey! Are you alright?! Get a hold of yourself!"

L did not reply. His face might as well have been welded to the top of the desk and his hands were raised skyward, having been thrown upward when the force of the soccer ball pushed his head and shoulders downward; and though his arms were frozen in place, his fingers twitched ever so slightly and sporadically, which was also the only implication showing the detective to still be amongst the living.

Slightly relieved at this fact, Light turned to spy the mysterious soccer ball that had now reached the other side of the room and came to rest against the wall with a soft thud. It was black and white and shimmering with a new sheen as if it had just come brand new from the store; all in all, it was an ordinary soccer ball. (or was it?)

"Where in the world did this even come from?" Light questioned mainly to himself.

"Where indeed?" the dark pitched words echoed about the large room. Light spun around to see a shadowy figure crouched around the corner at the edge of the open doorway just to the left of L. The character's visage was darkened as a result of the veiling blackness of the hall in which he crept, making it to where his only distinctive features were his glowing yellow eyes and his devil of a smile, which could be compared to a crescent shaped moon tilted on its side and pointing upward.

A cold shiver slid down Light's spine while he momentarily hesitated where he stood. The character pushed himself up from his crouch and began to slowly slink back first down the hall and out of sight. It was then that Light regained himself and started for the opening. He only made it halfway before he was suddenly jerked back by his left arm, crashing into the floor on his back; and L was ripped from his chair and his face from the desk, crashing into the floor on his side (they were still chained together). Light quickly rolled onto his side gasping and wheezing, the wind having been knocked out of him. L lay on his side completely motionless, save for the muscle spasm in his left eye, which caused it to twitch. It only took a moment more before L finally recovered from his initial shock. Rolling onto his back and pushing himself into a sitting position, he slowly craned his neck around until his glaring eyes locked onto Light lying only a few feet from his position.

"What did you do that for?" he asked innocently, though his innocent tone was not without a slightly murderous edge.

"It's not my fault!" Light gasped, "You're the one who insisted on these ridiculous handcuffs!"

"That's because you're Kira," L replied matter-of-factly, "I just don't have all the required evidence yet. But soon…very soon…"

Light sighed, "Whatever you say. More importantly, did you see that creepy- I'm not sure what it was- person I guess? He was creeping around that hallway over there." He pointed to the doorway in which the mysterious guest had been slouching only moments before.

"I believe I saw it out of the corner of my eye while I was careening into the floor." L winced at the memory of his time of shock and pain.

"…and not only that," Light continued, "What was with that soccer ball?"

"Yes! What about that soccer ball?" L's eyes hardened as they turned in unison to spy the seemingly innocent soccer ball resting against the wall across the room. However, before either of them could say anything more concerning the soccer ball, L bolted off the floor with catlike reflexes and took off across the room, dragging Light on his back the whole way. He came to a stop about a foot from the soccer ball and crouched low to the floor with his knees tucked to his chest; and Light slowly slid to a stop behind him.

"L! What the heck are you doing?" Light screamed as smoke rolled off his back as a result of the heat creating friction sustained during his trip across the room. L ignored him, however, and began to slowly and cautiously extend his hand and a pointed index finger towards the soccer ball. Hesitating for only a moment, he proceeded to poke the offending object a few times before withdrawing his arm and cocking his head to the side in accusing curiosity.

"What are trying to accomplish by doing that?" Light questioned after he had finally attained a standing position behind L. Before he could answer, the door opened and a man recognized as Aizawa proceeded through the opening. Light was about to greet him when he noticed that the man was holding a mangled bundle of flowers in his arms and was covered head to toe in petals. Aizawa acknowledged their raised eyebrows with a sigh.

"Yeah, and you'll never believe me when I tell you what happened either." He answered without either of them having to ask.

~Ten Minutes Prior~

Aizawa entered L's newly constructed Kira case building and headed towards the security station, just like any other normal day. He emptied his pockets of all things metal, stepped through the metal detectors, reclaimed his items, and continued on his way. It was then that he heard the strangest sound echo through his ears and around the room.

Quack!

Aizawa stopped in his tracks and looked around, his face a mask of utter confusion. "Was that a duck?"

His eyes roamed the area so intensely that he jumped and nearly screamed when his right pocket began to buzz. Releasing a nervous sigh, he pulled out his cell phone and flipped it open. One new message, the words swam deep within his eyes. Upon opening it, he was greeted with a message consisting of a single word.

Duck

"Duck?" Aizawa questioned aloud, now completely lost in the depths of confusion, "First the sound and now this? What on earth is going-

SMACK! Aizawa froze while something long, soft, but slightly prickly slowly began to claw its way down the front of his face. He was so stunned that he hardly even noticed when the unknown object of unknown origin cleared itself of his face and dropped silently to the floor. After blinking a few times he lowered his head to see what had struck him. Lying at his feet was a single, harmless, little, red rose.

"What the…?" he exclaimed while bending down to retrieve the rose, "who the heck would throw a single flower at someone? That's a pretty lame prank-

SMACK! Aizawa was flung backward, smashing into the floor. Something much larger, yet with a similar feeling as the first, had struck him this second time. He lay there for a moment, stunned again, before he lurched into a sitting position, murder painted across his face, and his hand resting on the gun at this side; at this point, he was ready to smite anything suspicious on site. After burning numerous holes into the four encircling walls of the room with his intense glare, he gazed down only to find himself covered head to toe in petals. Out of the corner of his right eye, he noticed a mangled bouquet of flowers lying lopsided on the ground.

"What the heck it going on around here?" he screamed.

"You would like to know…wouldn't you? Wouldn't you? Hehe!" a jeering dark voice whispered from behind. Startled, Aizawa jumped to his feet, his gun now in hand, and whirled around to face the direction from which the voice sounded. His eyes locked with a pair of glowing yellow orbs protruding from a black shadow hiding behind a halfway closed door. After gracing him with a devil's smile, the figure faded into the blackness, leaving Aizawa trembling in his shoes.

"What the…hell was that?" he stuttered.

~Back to Present~

"Ryuzaki!" Light cried.

"Yes…there's no doubt that was the same mysterious character we encountered after my own strange incident." L replied.

"Huh? You mean, something happened to you to?" questioned Aizawa.

"Yes…" L began, "and since you have enough free time to be asking silly questions, why don't you make yourself useful and bag that soccer ball there on the floor?" L turned to make his way back to his desk while blood rushed in to fill his cheeks. Light followed slowly behind him, his lips curled into a smirk.

"Soccer ball?" Aizawa asked while noticing a strange and rather large knot protruding from the back of L's head. His face brightening with humor, he stooped to carefully pick up the soccer ball, stifling giggles all the while. It seemed, however, that he was not the only one laughing for the entire room erupted in sharp echoes of guffaws. The three men whirled around to face their unexpected guest.