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L sat in a cafe, unaware of the effect his presence was having. There was a little girl staring at him a few table across. Probably because he had five cups in front of him, one filled with now empty sugar packets.
He took a sip from his coffee. "Oshii." (Yum.) He smiles at the girl. She grins at him and tugs on her mothers arm. She flicks her hand away and whispers something to her.
L smiles as he taps away at his laptop. He'd put a camera in his room, of course. He rewatched the part where Matt put the cameras in his room. He puts the tip of his finger in his mouth and thinks. He wriggles his toes and takes another gulp of coffee.
He quickly looks at the Wammy records. "A so desu." (That's right) Matt. He worked closely to Mello. I wonder how those two are doing. He tried to take another gulp of coffee but his cup was empty. He sighed and ordered another cup of coffee and some cake.
The waitress stares at his cup of sugar wrappers as she takes his cups away. "How is he so skinny?"
L watches Kiara walk to his hotel door. He frowns. Mr A Richardson. He was meeting L about a book he was writing. 'The best cakes of the world' was it's title. Naturally L was very excited and willing to help the man out.

(*pants* sorry guys for posting this late sweatdrop I've been so busy!!)

Kiara bowed then walked away, smiling. She only had two hours 'til her shift ended and she would finally be able to do her homework. She sat behind her desk, grabbing the remote she turned on the tv in the lounge area.

A woman holding a microphone flashed on the screen.

"A plane has just crashed onto the landing platform," She stated into the micro phone.

"Oh my god," Kiara breathed.

"Only one passenger died while others have survived with minor injuries," The woman continued. "Recorded as the most miraclous plane crash recorded in history. The police have yet found any clue as to why the plane crashed in the first place; the pilot had this to say."

A man suddenly appeared on the screen, wearing the pilot's uniform.

"Everything was just running, so smoothly, then out of no where the engines lights were blinking, telling us we ran out of fuel but the gas tanks were full. Then suddenly before I knew it our stirring went out of control and then, next thing I knew, we're racing toward the ground, full throttle then I blacked out. When I came to everyone was screaming, it was the worst nightmare in my life." The pilot said, obviously voicing truth. Kiara never seen a man that looked so scared that he was actually on the verge of crying.

"And of what the passenger who died?" She asked; the man blinked back the tears.

"What are we going to tell his family? He was an ex-FBI agent, this was going to be his first ever vacation; he was even going to visit a friend, named Ryasaki." Kiara's eyes widen in shock and horror.

"What?!" She exclaimed, causing a few glances of people in her direction.

"And what was this passenger's name?" The reporter asked.

"Richardson," The Pilot stated, Kiara's eyes widen an inch wider, the blood draining from her face. "Arnold Richardson." Her eyes buldged out of her head as she sank to her chair. Her head felt light and spun, she looked down at her lap.

How could this have happened?

Kiara's head swam; How could this have happened?! I just talked to him a few minutes ago! I can't believe this!

The phone beside her rang, causing Kiara to jump out of her thoughts as she answered it.

"Hello?" She said, forcing her voice not to crack. "Yes this is Glorious hot--ah! Of course I remember you, Angelia, when should we expect you?"

She forced herself to be cheerfull. She listened to the nice, middle-aged lady, Angelia, on the other line.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that, of course Mrs. Amphiltine, I'll send them a note right away since they're on coffee break." She said, the smiled as she replied to the woman's gratitude. "Dou itashimashite (your welcome). We'll see you soon." And with that she hanged up, flipped open the black note book and tore a piece of paper from it. Since she ran out of sticky notes for the evening.

She scrawled down the message;


She grabbed the piece of paper and hurried to the officials a.k.a. her boss's office.