~The Meeting~

We did as L instructed us to do and Watari gave us the room number in which L has been staying. It was Chief Yagami, Matsuda, and I that was in the second group. We meet up with all of the rest of the task force and made sure to get an elevator to our selves, this way we ensured that no one followed us. Once at the room door, Chief Yagami knocked on the door. We all shifted in our places nervously.

"Please enter. I've been waiting you." A smooth but slightly muffled voice came from the other side of the door. All 6 of us piled into the room to find a young sleep deprived man. He was fairly tall but hid his true height with bad posture. His hair was a mess of jet black locks and his eyes were weighed down with heavy dark circles.

"I am L." the smooth, yet slightly monotoned voice resonated around the room as we all stood in shock. I wasn't exactly feeling shocked, but I couldn't place the feeling I was getting. His eyes scanned each of us as we stood in silence for a brief moment, I felt my cheeks grow warm as his eyes finally fell upon me. His dark eyes gave off the feeling that he could see right through you. Like a human lie detector, it felt as if he would be able to find all that is truth within any lie.

Everyone began showing their police badges and stating their names. Soon it was my turn, I shook myself out of my daze. I figured that there would be some kind of test to this, even though it was as simple as introducing one's self. "My name is Hoshi Akiyama." I said using my alias. Matsuda looked to me and was about to 'blow my cover' when L held up a finger gun.

"Bang."

Everyone was appalled by his actions.

"Is this your idea of a joke?" Aizawa yelled, his face turned a bright shade of red.

"If I was Kira, you would all be dead right now, with the exception of Kate Dove. Congratulations Miss Dove." I became shy and nodded a thank you. "All Kira needs to kill someone is a name and a face. So please, let's value our lives." L said walking into a small seating area near the back wall of the rather large hotel room. "Please turn off and leave all electronic devices on the table there."

"You think we would have our phones on talk mode so someone could listen in." Aizawa commented.

"We all knew he was cautious but this makes me wonder if he actually trusts us or not." Matusda said in response. I rolled my eyes at their comments. Did they really think anything less of L?

"It's not that. I just can't stand it when someone's cell phone rings while I'm talking." L said while climbing into an arm chair and settling himself down into it with his knees pulled to his chest. "Two more things. Do not write down anything I say, everything is to be committed to memory. Second, no longer call me L call me Ryuzaki from now on."

Everyone walked around to the seating area just standing there. Except for me, I came around to the long couch and sat down in the seat nearest to L. "Please everyone, have a seat."

"I just had an idea. What if we just tell the media to omit the pictures of criminals? That could limit the number of victims." Matsuda suggested. It was a rather good idea looking who it was coming from.

"If we do that, ordinary people will be killed." L said in a quick response.

"Whys that?" Aizawa asked for all of us.

"Kira is childish and hates losing."

"How did you come to that conclusion?" I asked wondering how he can guess the personality traits of a mass murder.

"For I am also childish and hate losing. That's how I know." He said fiddling with his tea cup.

While the talk of the childish Kira continued for an hour or so L said he wanted to talk to each of us to see if any of us were Kira. I was the last of the members to be interviewed. L brought me back to the master bed room and closed the door quietly behind him.

"Please have a seat." He said nodding to a chair by the large window that over looked the city. There was a small table which he sat across from me in, what I was now guessing his normal sitting position. "Kate Dove, you seem to be quite the smart young lady, are you not?" He said staring right at me. Once again I felt completely vulnerable under his gaze.

"I-I guess so, I mean I did graduate from high school at the top in my class." I said picking at my long finger nails.

"Don't be so nervous Kate-chan. I do not suspect you, or anyone in the Task Force of being Kira." He said biting on his thumb nail. He was quite observant, already taking note of my nervous habits.

"Oh!" This surprised me greatly. "Why is that?"

"I have read all of the NPA profiles and other profiles on the Keio University web site. You no characteristics of a mass murderer what so ever. Besides, I have already narrowed it down to an area and specific family households."

"Have you disclosed this to any of the other task force members?" I questioned.

"No." He said bluntly. "But I would like you to take a look at these photos. He placed a set of 3 pictures in front of me with a message on each of them. "Being new to the case you have not been exposed to this information. Do you think these messages are connected to each other?" He placed a set of three pictures in front of me.

I studied the messages carefully. I placed them in an order they mostly made sense. L do you know gods of death love apples? I pointed to it and ran my finger down the sides of the pictures outlining the phrase. "L do you know gods of death love apples?" I paused, contemplating my response. "Is it in reference to Shinigami?" I asked quietly.

"Hmm...Shinigami? Do you think Kira wants us to believe he is being possessed by a shinigami?" He said while switching from thumb to forefinger.

I tilted my head to the side, still in deep thought. "It would seem so. I'm confused as to his method of thinking with this move. Is he simply trying to throw us off with an absurd idea as being possessed? Or is this a mere coincidence?" I began twirling a piece of my long blond hair around my index finger trying to make sense of the messages.

"As of right now, I'm considering this a coincidence. As you said, the idea of being possessed is absurd." He replied switching from his thumb to forefinger. He then stood up and headed towards the door. "Thank you for your time Miss Dove."

We both headed back to the seating area to join the others.

Until next time...