Hey guys! Sorry for the long wait, and the short chapter. Hopefully i'll update again next week.

Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note, only any OC's that happen to appear. And the plot line.

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Chapter 3

Bundled up tightly in his gray sweatshirt, Light neared the police station at a leisurely pace. He was not stupid, far from it. He knew that there were multiple cameras set up all around the block. One pointed at the door, another towards the alley that led to back doors, and more scattered throughout the many businesses that surrounded it.

In fact, if he had to call anyone stupid, he would have given the name to the people that designed the camera set up. He had never seen a less than adequate design for any business, let alone a police station. He wondered if there was even a point to go to these criminology schools if they didn't even teach them to set up cameras.

They did not overlap each other. Where one ended, another would take its place a few feet down the road. Plenty of blind spots to utilize, and it would be easy enough to blend in with the crowd. His entrance route sorted out, now all he needed was an escape route. It could be easily set, he would call in a favor and get s distraction and sneak out while the police force was distracted. Simple enough. Satisfied with the plan he had come up with he began his trek back home.

oOo

Light was feeling daring. Calling the client, or in this case the accomplice, was not something he normally partook in. Being so careful all the time was constricting and for once in his life he just wanted to be free of the meticulous calculations. Of course he would not be careless. He was not through with his game just yet.

"Hello?" The number Light had dialed answered immediately.

"Otado, I'd like to call in my favor now." Light knew Otado knew exactly who he was. The man was not known as a giving man, only one who… took.

"How may I be of assistance?"

oOo

When Tuesday morning rolled around, he was only slightly apprehensive. He knew logically it would not help him to worry, if anything make it worse, but the human mind was never completely logical. Light had perfected his mask, but even with the mask the basic human emotions always made an appearance.

In truth, Light couldn't remember the last time he was this nervous. And even his very nervousness was nothing more than a light tinge that shot through him every once in a while. He had never experienced the 'butterfly' affect, but he also knew there was always firsts for everything. He just hoped today wouldn't be the time for his discovery.

"Are you going soft?" An inquisitive voice questioned him. He gave it no answer, only proceeded to prepare for class.

"Why do you never answer me? I thought we were friends?" Of course, the insistent babblings and cackling that always invaded his mind calmed him down slightly. He supposed it was because it had always been there where other aspects of his life had been lacking. He relied on it, more then he knew he should.

"Oh, dear, you always make me feel special." The stressed always would have bothered him before, but now he was used to the voice's raspy taunts. It reminded him of a sarcastic friend that was always offering their input. Except it didn't exist. And he had never had a friend, sarcastic or not.

As opposed to its normal response to his thoughts, it remained quiet. He could almost feel it there, hanging in his mind for a moment more before seemingly drifting away. Letting out a small sigh of relief he began his route to school.

oOo

Last class of the school day, Light was in literature. Not sparing the teacher a glance, he began to think of the possibilities of the day's planned fun. Sure, this was all just a game to mess with the police, but his life, his freedom was on the line. He could not afford to make mistakes to please his increasingly dangerous adrenaline rush addiction. He almost smiled when he thought of calling himself an adrenaline junkie.

"—Report due Friday, follow the normal guidelines." Light realized the teacher was assigning something a little too late, only catching the end of his sentence. He supposed this was just another zero for his long list of low grades. At least he had a viable excuse this time.

The bell rung loudly and he hurried to gather his things. Rushing out the door he started his fast pace home. When he arrived, he dropped everything off, grabbing his personal cell phone, and writing a quick note with an excuse for his impending absence. He knew his mother wouldn't care even if he didn't write the note, but he felt obligated to let his sister know he was okay. Checking the clock that hung on the wall, he let himself give a small smile. Phase One was officially in commencement.

oOo

Slipping into the police station was an easy task. Donning an old sweatshirt he would throw away later, as well as a disposable mask, he would not leave any connections to himself during Phase One.

Surveying the area for any stray officers hiding at the front desk, he found none. His confidence rose, and he slowly approached the front desk.

"How may I help you?" The woman didn't look up or she would have noticed the blue mask that hid his face.

"I have information for the task force." Speaking in a lowered voice she finally took the time to look up. Her dark eyes widened in shock. He saw her reaching for a button that would alert any officer in the building of her predicament.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." Light paused, watching intently as she stalled for a moment. She turned her eyes back to him and began to not-too-subtly study his person for a hidden weapon.

"What do you want?" Light couldn't contain the scoff that escaped his lips.

"I just told you, I am simply doing my duties as a civil citizen by giving some information I have come across." Although the woman was scared, she was also instinctually respectful of the man. He oozed a demanding, confident aura that captivated her. Nodding her head slightly to his statement, she pulled out a piece of paper.

Smiling at her acceptance, Light waved away her paper. He was not idiotic enough to sit there and give her details of the whole case. Setting down a note card gently on the front desk, he quickly shoved his gloved hands back into his pockets.

Letting a fake smile show through, one she could barely see through the thin mouth hole, Light turned. In the corner of his eyes he could see her reaching for the card, as well as the emergency button. Stupid woman. Sighing, he pulled out his phone. Dialing the number, the other man picked up immediately.

"I hope you're ready." Light hung up then. Turning slightly, he watched as police officers flooded into the room. The door already open, Light was ready to go in a moment's notice. There were three of them, all reaching for their guns, watching him warily. The youngest of the group headed to the clerk at the front desk, murmuring questions to her.

Smirking at the guns aimed at him, he held his hands up in surrender—the signal. A shot rang through the building, landing innocently next to the clerk's head.

Light laughed as the officers, not the brightest bunch, aimed their guns elsewhere. Not wanting to be there when more, senior officers arrived, he pushed the door open. Scrambling out the door as another bullet was used as a distraction he sped away. Laughing the whole way, he disposed of the evidence, earning himself a few odd looks from an elderly couple. He couldn't have asked for a better outcome.

oOo

Watari knocked lightly on L's door before entering. Holding a message from the newly formed KIT*. He had debated giving it to L or not. Knowing that it wasn't his right to shelter the young man from the dangers of the job, he eventually came to his decision. He really hoped it was the right one.

"L, I have a request for your assistance." L didn't answer him, merely stared at him with his dark eyes. The bags under his eyes had become slightly more apparent and his hair was greasy. Sighing, Watari placed the message on the table.

Picking up the paper with two fingers, he awkwardly read the message the request. Eyes wide, he raked of the words over and over, trying to grasp something he couldn't quite reach.

L,

As much as it burdens me to say, we require your help. We heard from one of the field agents that you were interested in Kira, and this seems like the best possibility to capture him. Attached to this is a copy of information he left behind, all in riddles, on a case we were recently brought into. He delivered it himself, in person, and walked out like it was a joke, a game to him. We need your help, please consider this.

Chief Yagami

L hastily tore off the note, scanning through the papers until he found the one he wanted. Once again burying himself in the mystery that was Kira, he became more and more enthralled with the criminal.

Capturing the hearts of young maidens, Crossroads, the lying moon, took from them something they could not get back. The Justice will understand, and the severed will be whole. The killer is waiting.

Rereading the message, L already figured out a few things from the riddle. Some parts were blatantly obvious; it was embarrassing the task force didn't decode anything.

"Watari, get me through to this task force. And book us a flight to Japan. I have a feeling we're going to need it."

L, after all, was never wrong.

KIT- Kira Investigation Team

The riddle, if you don't understand it, will be picked apart by L next chapter. So no worries there.

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