"Oh, so this is your father!" Misa exclaimed, giving a small bow to Soichiro Yagami.
They were now all gathered in the Task Force headquarters. Light had already written more names in his Death Note, and now L was examining one of the notebooks.
Thanks to Higuchi, the concept of the notebook had been revealed, and the task force had their hands on one. The one that L was investigating . . . was Light's own notebook. As far as he was concerned, it wouldn't be long before he figured out L's real name and killed him. He just needed to wait for the opportunity.
L touched the notebook. He could see the shinigami.
Light had also gotten lucky with that one woman, Naomi Misora. She'd come looking for the task force, saying she had information about Kira. She certainly did know what she was talking about, Light had to give her that much. If he hadn't been looking for his father that day, this woman would have ruined everything. He'd be dead now.
She'd been the loose end that had been nagging him in the back of his mind for weeks.
But now she would no longer be a problem. She'd given him an alias at first, but he'd managed to earn her trust just enough to get her to display her ID. And that moment had been beautiful.
"So, if you don't mind me asking, why do you keep checking your watch?" Naomi asked. She still wasn't sure how she felt about Light, but if he was truly working with L, he was her best bet in finding the detective. Naomi was, after all, one of the few people on the planet who knew L's face.
Ironically enough, a member of the task force walked by during this little exchange. But Light had succeeded, barely.
"Oh, well . . . I guess it's because," Light began, watching as the fortieth second ticked away on his watch. A dark smile crossed his face. "I'm Kira."
Naomi's eyes widened. She'd heard him and taken in the shock, but suddenly she was no longer in control of her actions. She turned and began to walk away.
"What's the matter?" Light asked.
"There's something I have to do."
Light pulled out his phone. "My father's cellphone might be available now. Do you want to see if you can talk to him?"
"No, thank you, I have nothing to say to him."
"Then goodbye, Naomi Misora."
Death by suicide, where no one would ever find the body.
Across town, a poor soul was about to meet his end.
He didn't know what it was, but something had compelled him to visit his favorite Bidoof paraphernalia store tonight. Eh, why would he object to that urge? Bidoof was the best. There was always time for Bidoof.
He was on his way out of the store, arms full with Bidoof plushies, masks, and costumes. This was
great! But suddenly he heard some sort of . . . cracking?
He glanced up just in time to see the support beams of the giant Bidoof statue give. The statue plummeted towards the ground, its terrifyingly large eyes and gaping maw ready to swallow the mean whole.
The man dropped everything to the ground and raised his arms. "I knew my god would come to accept me!" he yelled, tears of joy streaming down his face.
The statue crushed him moments later. Bidoof FTW's soul had been claimed by his lord. He died happy.
The last citizen who had yet to make up his mind stared at the puddle of blood. He picked up the blood stained Bidoof mask and held it to his face.
"That's it," he declared, "it's time for Kira to meet his end."
The fact that that statement was coming through a bloodstained Bidoof mask was either comical or incredibly threatening. Regardless, it was disturbing.