Kh-vids.DeathNote

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Last time, on Kh-vids.DeathNote

“Neku, it was you who shot L!” Repliku exclaimed.

“That’s right! It was I!”

“I’m not sure we’re thinking this through, Repliku,” L said into the cell phone.

“But I love you!” Repliku yelled down the line.

“Repliku, I think I’m pregnant, and Paladin is the father!” CTR admitted.

“Repliku, I’m pregnant, and L is the father!”

“Repliku, I’m pregnant, and Neku is the father!”

“As soon as we began to suspect a student, the pacing of the killings changed...”

“Repliku, I’m pregnant, and Pika_power is the-

“No way in hell!

“... Ok, I made that last one up...”

“HOLD IT!” Repliku yelled, cutting the flashback, “Did any of that stuff actually happen?”

“Back to the matter at hand,” I said, trying to steer the conversation back, “Are you going to accept the deal or not?”

Repliku made himself look awesome and emo by hiding his eyes under the fringe of his hair, “This deal...”

I leaned closer, “Is....?”

“... Out of the question.” I did an anime fall-down.

“THEN WHAT THE HELL WAS THE POINT OF WAITING UNTIL NEXT CHAPTER!?” I screamed in his ear.

Repliku shrugged, “I like screwing with you.”

“But don’t you want to know your stalker’s name?” I asked angrily.

“I want to be the god of a new worl-forum,” Repliku replied, “And I plan to do so for a very long time. I don’t want to give you half my lifespan for some stupid eyes.”

Repliku sat down on his bed, “But then again, maybe I could get some wings. Flying around like you do would be pretty godlike.”

I hugged by black-feathered wing, “Heck nu! You’d have to give me two thirds for Flappy!”

Repliku rolled his eyes, “I was joking. Anyway, if I started to barter for wings and eyes I may as well end up a shinigami myself.”

“Wait a sec, we’re going with shinigami?” I asked.

“Yeah, so?”

“Well, we’ve changed the location to North America and all the characters are Kh-vids.net members,” I explained, “So can’t we at least change shinigami to something else?”

“Why are you asking me?” Repliku shot back, “You’re the one writing this gay fanfiction!”

I gave an exaggerated sniff, as if about to cry, and walked over to the phone.

“What are you doing now?” Repliku wondered as I picked up the phone and dialled.

“Calling an abstract builder,” I explained, “We need someone to fix our Fourth Wall.”

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“Nuuuuuu!” L yelled.

“What, did you lose at Apollo Justice?” TwilightNight asked.

“No!” L replied angrily, pocketing his DS, “and how dare you suggest that! I just received word that the author is abridging this episode!”

“Impossible!” TwilightNight argued, “He doesn’t have that kind of power!”

“He does, actually,” said a new voice. L turned away from his computer to notice a dark figure behind him.

“Who the PH are you and how’d you get in here?” L asked irritably. The figure lit a cigarette and stepped into the soft light of the computer monitor.

“Your security really sucks,” croaked Old Snake. L raised an eyebrow – not that you’d notice considering his hair was covering his eyes and the darkness made it impossible to make out his features.

“And just whom are you?” L asked. Old Snake took a long puff of his cigarette and stored it in his portable ashtray. There was an odd sound as his OctoCamo reverted from the same colour and texture of the room’s walls to dark blue.

“Paladin sent me to tell you,” Old Snake explained, “That his internet bandwidth is almost completely dead, so there’s no way in hell he can watch episode 4 and parody it here.”

“Why’d he send you?”

“He’s an MGS4 freak right now,” Old Snake explained. “Anyway, he remembers the bus scene – because he’s still laughing at the pathetic live-action counterpart – so he’ll do that as normal.”

“But there might be some important plot development before that!” L insisted. Old Snake laughed, but it turned into a cough. He held up a finger to wait a minute, drawing a syringe from his pocket and jabbing it into the side of his neck. Once the syringe was empty, Snake shook his head and pocketed the syringe.

“What the hell was that?” L asked curiously.

“Heroin,” Old Snake replied, completely straight-faced. He removed the Solid Eye and rubbed the scarred left side of his face.

“Oh, I see,” L said angrily, “He’s forgotten the rest of the episode, so he’s just filling in space with this crap.”

“Don’t you just love it?” Old Snake said sarcastically, taking a swig of Regain from his item window, “You think you’ve got it bad being parodied in a fanfiction, I have to make this cameo here AND get brutally shot multiple times in MGS4 just because he doesn’t know the meaning of the word ‘stealth’.”

“I DON’T CARE!” thundered L, “GET OUT OF MY ROOM BEFORE I FALCON KICK YO ARSE! I’m going to turn around. When I turn back, you had better be gone...” L turned around.

L turned back. Old Snake was gone... or was he? Sitting in the centre of the empty room was...

A cardboard box. L sighed and, rolling his eyes, kicked the box with a bare foot.

“Get out you freaky old man,” L ordered. L pulled the box off of Old Snake and threw it away. Old Snake looked up, startled at his discovery. A red exclamation mark flashed above his head. A warning sound blared throughout the room.

“How did you see through the box?” Old Snake muttered wondrously. L rolled his eyes.

“I’m L,” he explained exasperatedly, “It’s my job to figure things out.”

“I bet you wouldn’t last ten seconds on a battlefield,” Old Snake grumbled as he stood up, the old man desperately wanting something to rub in the younger man’s face.

“Whatever,” L brushed aside the comment. The two men stared at each other for a long moment. L found himself entranced by Old Snake’s appearance. Bandanna, eyepatch, moustache, mullet... Was this man trying to bring back the 80’s?

“So...” L said finally, “Still doing filler, are we?”

Old Snake muttered the affirmative.

“Snake?” L asked, “What was really in that syringe?”

“Suppressor nanomachines,” Old Snake explained, “I have a deadly virus within me called FOXDIE that’s slowly killing me, and in three months it’ll have mutated so much it will cause a global pandemic.”

“That’s rough buddy,” was all L had to say. “You know, I’ve dealt with a deadly virus before.”

“Really?” Old Snake asked. He pulled a chair out of hammerspace and sat down.

“Ever seen L: Change the WorLd?” L asked, pulling out his own hammerspace chair. “It was a spinoff from the live-action movies because I’m so popular. I have 23 days to save the world from a deadly virus.”

“’Course I have,” Old Snake grumbled, “Otacon won’t shut the hell up about Death Note. You know he designed Metal Gear to be bipedal just because he’s such a freaky otaku?”

“Wait, did you say nanomachines?” L suddenly remembered.

“Yeah,” Old Snake confirmed, “What about them?”

“Nanomachine technology hasn’t advanced to that point yet!”

“Yeah, well, I come from 2014,” Old Snake explained with a completely straight face. L raised an eyebrow.

“Wait a second!” L exclaimed, forming an idea, “If you came back in time to talk to me, you can go back in time and stop Kira from-“

“SNAKE!” a voice rumbled, “YOU CAN’T DO THAT! YOU’LL CHANGE THE FUTURE... YOU’LL CREATE A TIME PARADOX!”

L looked around, startled, “WTF was that?”

Old Snake shrugged, “You’d get it if you’ve played Metal Gear Solid 3: Snake Eater.”

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“Why do I get the feeling that someone, somewhere, was just wasting a lot of time and space?” Repliku asked me, suddenly looking up from the Kh-vids.DeathNote.

“No reason,” I said hastily, hiding my Macbook. Product placement for the win!

“Anyway, I have a Super Special Awesome-“ Repliku began. He stopped because my fork jabbed him in the side of the neck.

“ARGH, WTFBBQ?” Repliku screamed. I waved my fork threateningly.

“Don’t take LittleKuriboh jokes!” I warned, “If you do that, a puppy dies.”

“Like when Kaiba smiles?”

“WHAT THE PH DID I JUST SAY?”

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Another time-lapse later, Repliku was standing at a bus-stop with his girlfriend. I, of course, was busy making life hell for everyone around me. Finally, the bus stopped and the three of us were let on – I just phased through the side of the bus, but it was still stopped when I got on. Repliku’s girlfriend was blathering on as usual with women, but I was more interested in the fact that Repliku’s happy stalker had got on the bus as well. I sat on the back seat and played PSP. May God damn your soul, Sephiroth!

The bus stopped yet again. A man in a jacket with his hands in his pockets got on, looking very inconspicuous – read, obvious. He pulled a gun and started jabbering about going to Space Land and weird stuff like that. The bus driver complied with the demands and Repliku pulled out a scrap of paper. He wrote on it and handed the piece of paper to his girlfriend.

Stay calm. I’ll capture him and take the gun. His girlfriend looked at him like he was nuts, and so did his stalker. The man leaned forward to Repliku.

“Don’t do anything you’ll regret,” he said, “I can do it. I have my own gun.”

“Why should I trust you?” Repliku said coolly, “You might be his secret accomplice.”

Repliku seemed almost too calm... The stalker sighed and produced an ID.

“Here. I’m an investigator, you can trust me.”

Username... Username...

Firekeyblade...

Repliku dropped the scrap of paper. He leaned over to pick it back up...

“What do you think you’re doing!?” the bus-jacker demanded. Repliku was silent. The man stormed up and picked up the scrap of paper. He read it, laughing.

“We’ll see about that-“ He gasped in horror, looking at the back of the bus.

“YOU!” he screamed, “YOU IN THE BACK SEAT! HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN THERE!?”

I looked around and pointed at myself, “Me? You can see me?”

“GRAAAGH!” the jacker screamed and fired at me. The bullet phased through me chest.

“Ooh, that tickled,” I chuckled. The jacker emptied his gun at me. The final bullet hit me right between the eyes, with awesome bullet-tracking CG accompaniment. I stuck out my tongue at him. The back window of the bus had been blown out. The jacker raced away from me to the front of the bus.

“STOP HERE!” he ordered and jumped out.

Right in the path of an oncoming car. The car slammed into him, killing him instantly. The bus passengers slowly debarked. Repliku’s girlfriend hugged his shoulder, apparently unsuspicious at how unperturbed her boyfriend had been with an armed jacker on the bus.
Thelightisgone, Repliku recited mentally,attempts to hijack a bus at 10:25 am. He sees something that scares him and empties his gun at it. He gets out of the bus and is hit by a car, dying at 10:31 am.

“Are you alright?” Firekeyblade asked. Repliku nodded.

“I’m part of a team of investigators brought in,” Firekeyblade explained, “I’m afraid I was tailing you as you were a suspect. I can see now that there’s no way you could have been guilty. Goodbye.”

Mwuhahahahahahaha, just as planned, Repliku gloated inwardly.

“I HEARD THAT!” I threatened, eye twitching.

Author's Note: Damn, I hate that I can't watch Death Note! By the way, the live-action bus-jacking is hilarious. The camera tracks a CG bullet as it hits Ryuk in the head, and it's such a cheap attempt at badass that it's funny. Oh, and when the car hits him at the end, he goes flying like he's a feather or something.

For those who don't get the MGS3 joke (i.e. all of you). MGS3 is a prequel to the series set in the 1960'0. At some points you can attempt to kill characters that are important later in the series. If you do that you get an instant game over screen. While in the screen, the voice of your support will boom, "Snake, you can't do that! You'll change the future... you'll create a time paradox!"

 

Lol paladin xD

Great flash-back xD And great technique in using snake and lil' kuriboh xD​

 

O_o.......well.......this is very unexpected.......it appears that I'm Ray Penbar....or...however you spell his name....sweet.....sweet that I'm in the sotry....sucky that I won't be soon.

 

Great! I would prefer no filler though.

I think you could find text guides to the episodes, so as not to use bandwidth.

 

Ok... first of all... I never lose at Apollo Justice, and would slap anyone who implied otherwise...

Secondly, if you want to see my reaction to the last chapter, read my sig...

 

I never said that you did, you were saying 'Nuuuuuuuu' because you heard that I was abridging the episode. And thus, you verbally slapped TN.

So that was your favourite quote? I remembered a part of The Subspace Emissary from SSBB and had to use it here. Lucario and another Brawler are running through the enemy ship when they come across a cardboard box. Lucario sees Snake curled up like a baby in the box and lifts it off. An exclaimation mark flashes above Snake accompanied by a blaring sound (exactly what happens when an enemy discovers Snake in one of the games).

Good news! using TV.com I don't have to watch the actual episode to parody it, which means I can continue beyond episode 17! (The site I watch DN at has something wrong with episodes 18 through to thirty-something.

 

Really? :D I want to play the story mode, but...my cousins have it and they don't want to...they say its lame....T_T....anyway...continue when you're ready.

 

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I'm Watari? How did that came out to be? xP. And I'm right in character too. Can't believe I actually made a apearance.

BUT THIS STORY IS AWESOME =3. Is freaking hilarious, and I can't help but laugh at all the scenes in some way, especially when thinking of KH-Vids members themselves. Keep going with this, I want to read the next chapter, which I'll be waiting for, when you're listo.

 

Scratch that...my cousins say the story mode is awesome.....and.....just for the record be aware that I am a girl, but that's okay.

 

Three folding chairs sat in the centre of the studio. Three people sat in these chairs, holding scripts and conversing softly as crewmen busied themselves around them.

“Ok, let’s go over this one more time,” L said. He was sitting in the chair on the right. His chair was cast into deep shadow, a pink Hello Kitty umbrella suspended above his head.

“Sorry, I just can’t take you seriously with that umbrella,” I stifled a laugh, clutching a half-eaten cookie in one hand and my script in the other. My Fork of Truth was hanging from my belt. I was sitting in the centre chair.

“Paladin, we have to get through this!” Repliku insisted, “We have to rehearse so that we can get the scenes done on time! Just look what happened to last chapter? You had to pull a fast one and send in Old Snake to ad lib with L while we got together.” He was sitting in the left-hand chair. Neku and TwilightNight were waiting at the wings. “God, the only good thing about having you as a scriptwriter is that we skip a lot of exposition.”

“Not my fault...” I grumbled. Unseen in the shadow of the foreboding Hello Kitty umbrella, L spotted a cardboard box gliding across the stage behind them a foot or two above the ground. In this gap he could see two legs pumping furiously. L sighed and reached out from beneath the plot shadow cast by the umbrella and picked up the megaphone lying beside his chair.

“We have another breach of security in the L’s Room set!” L called. A warning sound blared through the room. L noticed the cardboard box behind him increase pace, stopping next to a pile of discarded boxes and settling down. The MGS4 Love Theme (Action Version) began to play loudly throughout the studio. Repliku looked around, curious.

“That freaky old man has been sneaking around all day,” L explained, “he still thinks a cardboard box counts as camouflage.”

“Don’t knock the box,” a throaty old voice snapped from somewhere in the corner of the room.

“But why the music?” Repliku asked.

“Comes included with Senile Secret Agent PlaysetTM,” L said scathingly.

“DON’T KNOCK THE SNAKE!” I yelled at L, threatening to dislodge the umbrella.

“Can we PLEASE just record the DAMN SCENES!?” Repliku roared at the both of us. L nodded and hopped off his chair, unclipping the umbrella as he did so. He walked over to the set. As soon as he set foot in the darkened room he cast aside the umbrella and began recording.

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Neku picked up the phone.

“What? Another six victims?” he asked. He listened.

“Acted strangely? Send me the photos,” Neku ordered. He booted up his laptop and opened the new eMail he’d received. Three photos and reports jumped out at him. Neku read with interest. One victim had drawn a pentagram on the wall before he died. The second left what looked like a suicide note. The third had run out of his apartment in a frenzy before dying in a public restroom.

“Odd...” Neku thought, “I should see what L thinks of this.”

In his dark room, L stared at the glowing computer monitor on the floor. A window automatically opened with the letters T and N in Old English font.

“TwilightNight, what is it?” L asked.

“We just received some disturbing reports from Neku,” TN reported, “You should see this yourself.” With that, the files jumped through the network and onto L’s computer. L looked at the pentagram picture and at the suicide note.

A pentagram? What could... This suicide note... Did the man write this of his own accord, or was Kira somehow able to control his actions before he died?

“Neku?” L asked through the microphone. Neku looked up at the sound of the synthesized voice.

“I’d like to keep information about these deaths out of the forum or the media if you could,” L requested, “I suspect that Kira is using these people as experiments, so we shouldn’t release information of their success.”

Neku felt disgusted, “I will, L. I can’t believe Kira would do something like this. Using people’s lives like it was a game... it’s despicable...”

In his room, L sat back to think. What could Kira’s objectives be with these tests? Perhaps he’s leaning towards some sort of major move. The investigators he brought in might notice some suspicious activity. But what if they aren’t just tests? What if the drawing and note contain some sort of hidden meaning...

L noticed something about the note in a flash of clarity. The note was four paragraphs long. The first word of the first paragraph seemed to have been something starting with L before the man scribbled out all the letters apart from L. Taking this and the first words of the other three paragraphs, L cobbled together a hidden message.

“L do you know?” L muttered to himself.

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At the scene of the busjacking, Repliku was standing outside a ring of onlookers and officials that had crowded around the body of the busjacker. His girlfriend was hanging around, cautious. Firekeyblade was standing in front of him.

“Listen, Repliku,” Firekeyblade told him, “I’m in North America on a secret investigation. It’d be best if-“

“I don’t tell my dad or anyone,” Repliku finished for her, “I know. Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone about this meeting.”

Firekeyblade nodded in thanks and hurried off.

Of course I won’t tell anyone, Repliku thought, I wouldn’t want anyone to know that I came in contact with an investigator on the Kira case, least of all L...

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Firekeyblade entered her apartment and sighed, ruffling her hair. Taking her jacket off, she stepped into the living room.

“Sorry I’m late,” she told her roommate, Amber.

“What happened?” Amber asked, slightly worried.

“I got caught up in a busjacking,” Firekeyblade explained, “Nobody got hurt. The guy just screamed at thin air, emptied his gun and got off. Poor sod got hit by a car.”

Amber was struck by a thought, “Did the man... die?”

“There wasn’t any time to make sure,” Firekeyblade replied, bemused.

“Listen, don’t you think it’s a little odd that he died?” Amber continued, “I know you were on the bus with someone you were investigating. It seems like too much of a coincidence-“

“Amber,” Firekeyblade cut her off, “You’re not an investigator any more. I told you not to get started on the Kira case. Listen, we can handle this. I know you’re a good agent, but you need to wind down.”

“Sorry,” Amber said apologetically, “Old habit...”

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“So, Repliku, are you going to pwn Firekeyblade yet?” I asked, still playing my PSP. I had taken a break from Crisis Core and was now playing God of War: Chains of Olympus. I AM THE GOD OF WOAR!

“No,” Repliku said, sitting at his desk, “It would look too suspicious if I killed her now.” He tapped his pen on the Kh-vids.DeathNote. “I’ll wait another week.”

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“L, there’s another suicide note for you,” TwilightNight’s voice echoed from the computer speakers. L crouched in front of the computer as the message loaded. L skipped reading the actual note and checked if his theory was right. There it was! Coupled with the previous message...

“L do you know, gods of death...?” L muttered, “Is he implying that they exist?”

“TwilightNight,” L instructed, pulling the microphone closer, “I want you to look out for any messages like these that show up.”

“Understood.”

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One week later, Repliku and I were at a train station. Repliku was leaning against the wall, scanning the crowd. He was wearing a hoodie, the hood pulled over his head and casting shadows over his eyes.

“Are you going to do it here?” I asked, slightly confused, “This place is crawling with people.”

Repliku looked sideways at me and replied quietly, “Let’s just say you’re about to see the results of my experiments over the past few days. For example, I found out that you can write the details of a death, then add the name in later and it will still happen.”

“Oooh,” I said, “Even I didn’t know that.” Repliku made a gesture to shut me up. He’d spotted his target.

Firekeyblade walked past us, completely unaware of our existence. Without a word, Repliku followed her. Soundlessly, Repliku pulled up behind her.

“Firekeyblade,” Repliku hissed, “Turn around and you’re dead.” Firekeyblade stopped dead. “My name is Kira.”

Where have I heard that voice before? Firekeyblade thought desperately, trying not to panic.

“Of course, I’m going to prove to you that I really am Kira,” Repliku continued. “You see that man sweeping the floor over by the coffee shop? He’s about to die of a heart attack.”

This can’t really be Kira... can it? Firekeyblade thought. She gasped as the man her stalker had indicated tumbled to the ground, clutching his chest. People converged on the site.

“I figured that if I didn’t kill at least one person you wouldn’t believe me,” Repliku explained sinisterly. “Just so you know that man was banned from Kh-vids.net for sexual behaviour. But he kept coming back, so I had to kill him. Wouldn’t it be terrible if someone else here had to die-?”

“Don’t do it,” Firekeyblade cut him off hastily, “I-I believe you.”

“Wouldn’t it be tragic if someone you knew and loved had to die?” Repliku threatened. “Believe me, make one false move and you and your whole family will be next.”

“P-please,” Firekeyblade stammered, “I’ll cooperate.” She felt something pressed into her hands. She looked at it. It was a large, rectangular envelope. She reached inside and felt something. A transceiver?

“Put it in your ear,” Repliku instructed. Firekeyblade did so.

“I want you to get on the train,” Repliku continued, “Sit next to the door. If that seat isn’t available, wait until it is. Now, exactly how many investigators have come to North America? How are they organized?”

Firekeyblade’s mind raced as she watched the train draw towards the station, replying, “There are twelve, including me. They’ve been organized into three groups of four.”

Firekeyblade stepped onto the train. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the shadow of her stalker ghost through the crowd and onto the train. Once inside, she sat down on the seat next to the door and waited.
“Now, take out the rest of the envelope’s contents,” Repliku instructed. Firekeyblade reached in and pulled out a sheaf of paper. There were four or five pieces of paper, each bound within a folder. Rectangular holes had been cut out of them, leaving just enough space to write a few words in.

“I want you to write the name of your superior in the space provided at the top of the first sheet,” Repliku ordered. Firekeyblade did so, her neat cursive script filling the space.

“I see you have your laptop with you,” Repliku observed, “Open it. You’re about to receive an e-mail.” Firekeyblade did so, and noticed that she had just received an e-mail from her superior containing the names and photos of all eleven of the other investigators.

“Now, I want you to write down those investigator’s names in the spaces provided,” Repliku instructed, “Make sure to keep their faces in mind as you do so.” Firekeyblade complied, all the while trying to work out what Kira was playing at.

“Now that you’ve done that, put the pieces of paper back in the envelope and put it on the luggage rack above you. Wait until no one will notice that you’ve left without it, and ride the train for at least another half-hour. I will be watching.”

A half hour later, the train finally stopped. Everyone who had been in the train car with her had left. Firekeyblade stood up and left the train. The instant she set foot on the platform she felt her chest seize up. She stumbled and fell, sprawling across the cold, unforgiving concrete. Clutching her chest, Firekeyblade rolled over to look back into the train car.

“R-r-repliku?” Firekeyblade finally understood. Repliku stood above her, his hard, unforgiving red eyes boring into hers.

“Farewell, Firekeyblade,” Repliku said coldly as the train doors slid shut. Firekeyblade spasmed and went stiff.

And the other eleven investigators? Repliku laughed inwardly, They all died of heart attacks after receiving the exact same e-mail...

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“That’s it, L, I’m calling off the investigation,” the voice said angrily through the computer speakers, “All twelve of my agents and their superior have been killed by Kira. I can’t risk any more of my agent’s lives. Goodbye.” There was a mere split-second of silence before L was contacted by Neku.

“What the hell were you playing at, L?” Neku demanded angrily, “I know that you had agents investigation our team. How could we have been under suspicion?”

“I felt it necessary in order to get closer to Kira,” L said coolly. Still sore, Neku cut off the transmission. There was no rest for L, however, as TwilightNight contacted him again.

“A third suicide note, L,” TwilightNight reported, sending the picture across to his computer. L scanned the note.

“L do you know, gods of death like cookies?” L muttered, frustration rising. Damnit Kira, stop playing with me.

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“Right,” Neku said, facing the investigation team over the table, “I’m sure you’ve all heard about the recent deaths of twelve investigators and their superiors. Now, I’m not going to pretend that this investigation isn’t dangerous. Staying as a part of this means risking your lives, and I’m not going to force you to continue. If you leave this investigation now, I won’t begrudge you for it.”

Neku watched as member after member silently filed out of the room, one or two muttering apologies. Neku sat back as the numbers thinned out to almost nothing. Neku made eye contact with Pika_power. He had seemed nervous last time he’d been at the meeting. Would he have it in him to stay?

Pika_power returned Neku’s gaze resolutely. Neku was now left with Pika and four other members. That made six, including him.

“Well, six men isn’t much of a task force,” Neku sighed.

“I am grateful that you all stayed,” L told them through the laptop on the table, “The fact that you want to stay on the case and bring Kira down shows me that you have a strong sense of justice. I trust you all completely.”

“I think it necessary for me to become a direct part of this case. I want to meet you all in person. Come to the hotel in the centre of town and come to room 112. I will be waiting there,” L continued, to the astonishment of the others. They would get to meet L in person!

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“Hmmm,” the bus driver said, looking at the picture Amber was holding up, “Yeah, I remember that guy. He was on the bus when it happened.”

“Do you remember any of the other people who were on the bus with him?” Amber asked.
“No, sorry,” he apologized.

“Thank you for your time,” Amber said quietly, leaving the bus depot. Whoever Kira is, he must live close enough to use this bus line...

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“This is it. We finally get to meet L...” Neku said. He and the other five members were standing outside room 112. Each of them was positively sweating in anticipation. What would this great member look like?

Neku opened the door.

OoC: Well, looks like Firekeyblade is down and we're going to meet ICSP. Just so you know, Old Snake will be a recurring joke character. At least, whenever this story is a parody.

Grrrr, I NEED TO ADAPT NEW WORLD! I've been dying to write that episode ever since I saw it! So sad... Expect my reaction to be different to Ryuk's :D

 

Uh-oh. Am I going to die soon? I wanna live!

 

Oh you live, Pika. You definitely live. And the funny thing is....is that I actually ahve a horrible memory. I'd definitely be struggling to remember who's voice that was....:D

 

Man, this is awesome.

Can I be Mello? :3

 

L already picked out both of his succesors...

 

So...

When's the next update? Will Matsuda have a part?

 

A/N: I'm sorry this took so long. I was finding it difficult to get around to writing this chapter. Just so you know, Pyro is Near and Absol is Mello. Not that it'll matter until much later :p. Pika, now that I've cast you as Matsuda I feel a bit regretful. I really like Matsuda, but he isn't very useful during the main part of the series. But BUGGER THAT, I'm writing Matsuda's (and by extension, Pika's) part BIGGER! NOBODY CAN STOP ME, MWUHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Chapter 6: Unravelling.

The five investigation team members stared at the young man in front of them. As they looked, he scratched the top of his left foot with the sole of his right. He was barefoot. Their gazes travelled up. He was dressed in a rumpled Organization XIII coat. His left arm hung limp by his side, a DS Lite dangling from his grip. He scratched his black hair with his free hand, his wide, dead eyes staring at the investigating team. Dark shadow under his eyes suggested that he hadn’t slept in days.

“’Sup,†the young man said sleepily.

“Uh... is L here?†Neku asked hesitantly.

“I am L,†the young man said without any hint of sarcasm.

“Uh, I’m Neku,†Neku introduced himself, holding up his badge, an authorization from the police similar to the ones the others carried.

“I’m Pika_power,†Pika continued. L eyed him as if he recognized him.

“Daxma.â€

“Soranspartanti.â€

“The Darkness Grows Within.â€

All five watched with rapt attention as L’s hand slowly rose to point towards them.

“BANG!†L yelled. The five members stared in total silence at L’s finger gun. The stylus from his DS was poking out of his fist like the barrel of the gun. Neku raised a questioning eyebrow.

“If I were Kira, I could have killed you there and then,†L explained, “I’d like you to make sure that you don’t needlessly give away your names in the future.â€

L beckoned them to the living room, “Come, have a seat. Oh, and please throw away your cell phones.â€

“... what? Are you saying our phones are bugged?†Daxma interjected.

L looked over his shoulder at Daxma, “No, I just hate it when phones ring while I’m talking. I get seriously PO’d.†L shot Daxma with another finger-stylus-gun.

Neku and Pika exchanged a quizzical look and followed L. There was another collective ‘wtf?’ moment as L sat on the chair – but instead of sitting crouched like some sort of gigantic parrot. L dragged a steaming cup of coffee towards him and picked up the sugar bag. Instead of the small amounts people usually have, he held a monstrous thing that looked ready to be dropped into a third world village. Without a word, L upended it into the coffee. Now with a small brown mountain of soaked sugar poking out of the surface of his coffee, L took a sip and stared over the rim at the rest of the task force.

“So, um, L...†Pika began.

“Hmm, and from now on I’d like you to stop calling me L. It’s ‘ICSP’ from now on, just to be safe.â€

“Wait a sec, ICSP? So that’s why you looked at me like that!†Pika exclaimed.

“Good work, Pika, you’re just as intelligent in person,†ICSP replied.

“Anyway, I was thinking,†Pika said, “what if we altered the information that was being posted, like changing the usernames of spammers and troublemakers so that they would be safe?â€

ICSP shook his head, “No, that won’t work. If that happens, innocent members will die. You see, I know Kira. He’s childlike and hates to lose.â€

“What do you base that on?†Soranspartanti asked, curious.

“Well,†ICSP explained, “it’s because I’m also childlike and I hate to lose.â€

Ignoring the ‘wtf’ looks of the task force members, ICSP continued, “When the fake L challenged Kira on TV, Kira killed him without hesitation. Ever since I announced that I knew where he was, he made sure that his next victims were members that he was sure lived in North America, as if to say; ‘What’re you going to do about it?’ Kira could kill petty members or even innocents, justifying it as those who hide evildoers being the evil ones.â€

“Well, what are we going to do about it?†The Darkness Grows Within asked.

“I suggest that we make another announcement,†ICSP relayed, “to inform the public that we have drafted 1,500 agents to the Kira case, all of them coming to North America. Kira will feel cornered, and have to react in some way...â€

“So, let’s recap,†ICSP said, “Kira is acting alone, he needs a username to kill someone, and he can manipulate a person’s actions before they die.â€

ICSP reached into his pocket and pulled out a marker. He popped the cap and to many more ‘wtf’ looks from the members began to write on the coffee table.

“December 14th and December 19th,†ICSP muttered, writing the dates on the varnished wood, “The agents first arrived on the 14th, and Kira began to manipulate his victim’s actions on December 19th. Sometime between those dates Kira must have discovered the presence of the agents.â€

ICSP paused for a moment to think, “He must have conducted tests to find a way he could learn their usernames undetected...â€

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“ACHOOO!†Repliku sneezed. The shotgun-like cloud of mucus sprayed through the air. Thankfully, I phased out of existence while it passed through me.

“What was that about?†I asked.

“When you sneeze randomly, it means that someone is talking about you,†Repliku explained.

“Anyway, as I was obviously just saying,†Repliku continued, “I made sure that every agent received the same file to cover my tracks, and I was most active between the 19th and the 27th.â€

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“Why the hell would you cut there?†ICSP was arguing with the cameraman, “Is this Repliku’s way to edge in more screen time?â€

“JUST KEEP WITH THE SCENE, YOU AMATEUR!†the cameraman screamed.

ICSP rolled his eyes and turned back to his stunned fellow cast-members, “So, between the 19th and the 27th, Kira killed 23 victims. However, these ones had committed less serious crimes. In order to shake us off, he used people that would make it more difficult to determine who he is or what he’s after. Kira left eight days for them to investigate him before he put his experiments into practice. This means that Kira has to be one of the people being investigated between the 14th and the 19th...â€

ICSP produced the case files from the investigators, “I’d like you to look over these, if you could.â€

“This should be easy,†Pika commented, “Not many people with access to mod information were being investigated between those dates. I think we should split up into two groups and retrace their steps.â€

“Good idea,†Neku complimented. He looked at ICSP,†ICSP... if you hate losing, does showing your face mean that you’ve lost?â€

ICSP nodded, “Since twelve investigators are dead and I’ve shown my face then yes, I have lost the battle. But I will not lose the war. If I could, I’d like to speak with each of you one-on-one in a moment.

The team nodded. ICSP stood and walked to the window.

If only I had just one definite clue, ICSP thought.

If there’s even one hole in my plan, this could all be for nothing, Repliku thought in unison.

Just one clue.

Just one hole...

And it’ll all be over... The two managed to think in unison.

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“I wonder if two extremely intelligent men are thinking about me right now,†Amber wondered to herself.

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“I’m safe, I’m sure of it,†Repliku said to himself, “Even though the busjacking was risky, no one could suspect that I can kill in another way besides heart attacks.â€

“Repliku!†Shiki called from downstairs, “Stop being an antisocial arse and bring your father a change of clothes!â€

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The place Firekeyblade was going that day, Amber thought as the walked along the street, Four people dies of heart attacks in that area before the busjacking. Kira can kill people without using heart attacks... I just know it...

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Gragh, why does dad have his phone off? Is the investigation team having another Rock Band party? Repliku thought. He was standing in the reception area of the building where Neku worked. Leaning over the desk was a woman.

“I need to speak with someone on the Kira case, it’s urgent!†Amber insisted.

“I’m sorry, there’s nobody here,†the receptionist replied apologetically.

“I have important information regarding the case,†Amber said desperately.

Whack The Frog? Repliku thought, What could she possibly know? Amber began to leave. Repliku caught up with her.

“Hey,†Repliku introduced himself, “I’m Repliku, Neku’s my dad and he’s in charge of the case. I can call him for you, but his cell phone is off right now.â€

“Hello,†Amber replied shortly.

“Is it ok if I take a message for him?†Repliku asked, pulling out a sheet of the Kh-vids.DeathNote and a pen, “What’s your username?â€

“... Cherry,†Amber replied, “I think that Kira can control people’s actions before they die, and that he can kill by other means than heart attacks. My roommate was on the bus when it was jacked, and I think that she met Ka personally. I think that Kira staged the busjacking to get information on her. Firekeyblade told me that she showed her ID to someone on the bus.â€

Repliku forced himself to stay calm – at least outwardly, “There’s value to that theory. From what you’ve told me, I’m almost certain that the person Firekeyblade met was indeed Kira.â€

Repliku walked along the street beside ‘Cherry’, his mind in turmoil. It was lucky that I managed to talk to her before she went to the police. It seems that there’s a god on my side after all... and not just a shinigami.

 

But you said I was Near a while ago! DD:

I am sad now. :(

~edit~

See? See? See?

 

Sorry about that, but Pyro makes more sense as ICSP's successor. ICSP himself picked Pyro. Tell you what, pick any other character and you can be them.

 

Nah, I really, really wanted to be Near. I don't want to be anyone else. If he's already taken, I won't be anyone.