Death Note: Bittersweet~Chapter 4

The ride to the hotel was silent. She left the prison with some kind of melancholy. She had been through that kind of situation before but it still hurt.

Humans weren't worthy. She always lived by that principle. Kira wasn't a God and she was sure he will, eventually, get caught.

When she arrived at the hotel, the receptionist told her that the 22nd floor was entirely occupied, which intrigued her. She didn't ask for any other information, though. She simply grabbed the key and walked to the elevator. She waited just for a few second until the doors opened.

A man dressed in black walked out of the elevator and right past her. She wasn't very tall, but she did get a good view of the man's face. He had an old, Victorian hat on his head but it couldn't cover the white hair completely. She walked into the elevator with a playful smirk.

The hotel room was definitely less luxurious than her apartment in New York but it was good enough. She didn't have any luggage; therefore she didn't have any clothes.

Getting quite uncomfortable in a pair of black jeans and a formal shirt, she had no choice but sleep in her undergarments.

While she was slowly getting things out of her purse, like a hair brush or her phone, she also found BB's letter. She knew it was for L but that didn't matter. She wasn't a fan of personal space and intimacy. If she wanted something, she was more than ready to die for it or cross any boundaries.

The letter wasn't long and it didn't contain anything suspicious; at least not at first sight. She knew BB for long enough to figure out that everything he ever did was either complicated or made out of spite. She didn't know which one was the case in that letter since every time he mentioned L it was from both spite and personal issues which made everything complicated.

She read the letter once more. There had to be a puzzle behind it because the letter itself was bullshit. There were just words put together to make some kind of sense for unwanted readers. She was one of them in that moment.

"Or maybe not…"

She narrowed her eyes and started to position the letters differently. It didn't take long to discover the message within.

She placed the first two sentences differently. Two words were made out of the first letters of the first sentence while the third one was made out of every last letter from the third sentence.

You don't know

The last part was not hidden at all. It was created out of the third letter of the mid words of the last sentence.

What you're messing with

That was definitely directed towards L. Just he could have a chance at finding the hidden message.

However, that line held the whole Kira case behind it. L and the police didn't know about the Death Note and she was pretty sure they would never believe what they couldn't see: Shinigami.

If L will ever find Kira then he will have a lot of work trying to prove it.

"You can't fight death with justice. I guess you'll find out pretty soon" She walked towards the immense window from the living room and stared at the city below. "Both of you will." She continued.

Death Note: Bittersweet~Chapter 6

Even though she looked calm, inside her heart there was a hurricane. How could she have not seen that coming?

"He couldn't see his own lifespan but I could and he shouldn't have died now" She muttered.

Her head hurt and so did her heart. In the past 22 years she never made a single friend. She didn't know why; maybe she was too comfortable and took everything for granted or maybe she was too scared that they would find her different. She was an adopted child yet the Noir family never behaved accordingly. They embraced her presence; they welcomed her in the family and made her feel as if she was part of them.

She chose to stop thinking for a while. Her mind was already working at an inhuman pace. She didn't want it to move even faster. She stopped in the lobby and rubbed her forehead. She suddenly got overwhelmed by what was happening.

"Maybe this wasn't such a good idea" She muttered again.

With a dramatic sigh, she walked towards the elevator. It came rather quick and she was the only one waiting for it. Unfortunately, when the doors were ready to close, someone stopped them. She raised her head instantly and started to glare at the man.

The silence between the two was awkward. The elevator music wasn't any help at all. When it reached the 22nd floor, the man turned to her.

"He's making up a team" She didn't move and remained expressionless.

"Good for him" The man wasn't ready to give up.

"I thought you were friends" She narrowed her eyes and scoffed.

"He doesn't have friends" In the end, the man sighed and gave up.

He knew she was stubborn and proud. Once she got hurt she was able to forgive but she never forgot. She was childish and self-centered and she didn't change.

When she arrived in her own hotel room, the first thing she did was turn on the television. There was a soap opera on some random channel and left it there. She didn't want any news about any death in that moment.

Next, she went into her room and placed her new clothes into the dresser. She placed the food into the small refrigerator and jumped on the bed. It had been an eventful day.

She placed her hand over her eyes and sighed. She had hoped that the whole Kira case would be easy and fun, since she actually possessed the Shinigami Eyes but it definitely wasn't.

"The ones who are born to be doomed will forever live an unfortunate life" She mumbled while she started to move her hands over the bed.

At some point, she touched something small but firm. She got up quickly and grabbed the box. It was full of BB's things from the Japanese jail but also the American one. Everything he had; everything was in there.

She opened it carefully and remarked that it was full of paper; nothing else but paper. Her left eye started to twitch when she started to read what was written on the paper.

"Today, I'm bored. There's nothing to play with and those incompetent guardians don't give me eatable food."

"I made a fool out of the new guardian. He's quite young. It shouldn't be hard to make him give me some jam"

"I finally got my hands on strawberry jam."

She sighed. Everything he had written was about his need of strawberry jam. The few things Beyond Birthday couldn't live without were pride, his own identity and strawberry jam. He was like a child.

For the next few hours, Yvonne went through every piece of paper in the package. Most of them were random and in English. He had nothing to do, he was already embarrassed for a lifetime and he had no one to play with. Exactly like a child who got grounded.

There were only three papers that contained something more. One was about LA and what happened there; the second was about Wammy but in a very difficult way to read. He scrambled a lot of letters and if you were to put them in the right order it read: Dare to Survive L.

She scoffed and rolled her eyes. It was childish but it was understandable. His lifetime wish was to become better than L in any possible way.

The third one, though, had a few numbers written on it. There was the address of Wammy's House but there were also a few more numbers that didn't make any sense. Was it a lifespan he saw? Or maybe something only he would know? But also, it was addressed to her. He wrote: Distraction is the only way to get Beyond the Law.

If you were smart enough and knew about his past puzzles, it was quite easy to understand the meaning behind it.

D is the only way to get B the L.

D is the only one who can make B forget about L.

D and B are friends.

B's Distraction.

She didn't want to cry. She seriously tried not to show any emotion but it was too hard. She remained 

silent and tears started to pour down her checks.

A few levels below, the man dressed in dark entered room number 221. It was situated on the 22nd floor, the one the receptionist said it was entirely reserved.

"Everything is prepared, Watari?" The man nodded. He walked deeper into the room and gave up on his facade. He was an elder man. His white hair was styled in a British way and he looked warm and kind but still a gentleman.

"Everything is ready. I planted bugs and cameras around the two apartments" The younger man in the room looked pretty satisfied.

"How did it go? Did she receive the mission?" Watari started to chuckle. It was definitely amusing.

"She's not going to come on her own will. She is stubborn as always" The younger man, which stood in a crouched position, started to bit his finger and didn't look very happy.

"Should I uncover my identity in front of her?" It wasn't necessarily meant as a question for Watari but the elder responded anyway. It sounded more like an advice.

" I believe you should just ask for her help personally" The youngest hummed and walked out the door. Watari watched bemusedly as his best pupil was ready to give up little of his self esteem for another.

Death Note: Bittersweet~Chapter 5

The next day, Yvonne woke up on the couch, in the living room. She stretched and yawned loudly. She wasn't a morning person. In fact, she was quite lazy and comfortable. She often preferred to be alone so that no one would judge her lifestyle. Her family was indeed rich but she wasn't famous. If it wasn't for the big IQ and that creativity of hers she would have ended up on the streets, maybe.

She didn't have any spare clothes and she didn't eat anything since she landed in Japan. She took a shower and dressed in the same clothes. She had to go shopping.

When she left her room, she completely forgot about the man in black and his resemblance to someone she knew. When she walked into the lobby, there was someone waiting for her. She raised an eyebrow but didn't move. The man walked right past her but, subtly, gave her a note.

She didn't even unfold it until she got a few miles away from the hotel. She sat on a bench in the busy Shinjuku and read it. There wasn't much, though. It was written just a room number.

"That's on the 22nd floor" She mumbled to herself. She sighed and placed the note back into her pocket. It was still too soon to make her appearance. She entered the first store and looked for clothes. However, she didn't have much time to look around because her phone started to ring. It was an unknown number.

"Hello. Miss Noeru?" Except the fact that he misspelled her name, Yvonne was still calm. "I'm sorry but the prisoner from cell number 9984 died this morning. You have to come and take his belongings. You are the only person he signed as relative." The whole world seemed to slow down. She stopped and hung up. It all seemed surreal. She knew he was going to die but she wasn't ready. It was too soon. She hoped she could actually find a way to save him.

"But his arrest wasn't made public, was it?" She whispered to herself. She was too shocked to think logically. The LA murder cases were indeed popular back then but…it hurt. It hurt deeper than she imagined. Also, it's been some time since she last felt such emotions.

Her shopping spree ended abruptly. In approximately 2 hours she finished buying clothes for a week and food. Her next stop was the jail. When she arrived there, the guardians were all busy with a few more people. It seemed Beyond wasn't the only one who died that night.

"Are you Miss Noeru?" She nodded to the young guardian. He smiled comfortably and gave her a box. It was pretty light. She also had to sign for it. "You are the girl who visited him yesterday. I'm sorry. He, and several prisoners, died last night of heart attacks. It must have been Kira." She narrowed her eyes at the guardian, making him smile nervously and shut up. She knew already how and who killed her supposedly best friend. "If it makes you feel better, he mentioned you while talking to himself. I'm sorry again for your loss." She sighed and left quickly. She was already sick of pity.

"Fool. Maybe I would have had come quicker if you would have called me." She sighed again and rubbed her eye. She was still sleepy.

That day, she didn't take the cab. She took the bus, which took a lot more. She also had to walk by foot to the hotel. While she was slowly making her way towards what was supposed to be her home for a few weeks, she didn't fail to notice a familiar face.

"Yagami…" She raised an eyebrow and stopped. She couldn't see very well the person he was talking to; that, until she moved a little. Yvonne could swear she had seen that woman before. She titled her head and furrowed her eyebrows, in order to catch a better sight of the woman. Her black her, her height, her clothes, it was all familiar. She gasped when she finally figured it out.

"Naomi Misora…she worked on LA Murder Cases!" She couldn't hear what they were talking about since she was on the other side of the road but she saw Light writing something on a tiny piece of paper and next thing she saw, Naomi Misora was getting further away with a look of depression and suicidal attempt.

Light didn't know Yvonne just found him out. He was joyfully living his accomplishment. However, the Shinigami felt her presence right away.

Hey Light. Look on your right.

He wasn't supposed to enter that game but he couldn't pass the chance.

Light did exactly what his companion informed him to and his platonic face changed drastically. He narrowed his eyes at her but kept his head held high. She just witnessed him acting as Kira and sending Raye Penber's fiancée to death.

She won't tell on you. Much like a Shinigami, she doesn't have the right to impose. She can just watch from side.

That didn't make any difference, though. Yvonne and Light were staring at each other with the same look. However, Yvonne smirked. Just before a car drove by and interrupted their staring contest, her eyes became bloody red. Light didn't move but when the car passed, she wasn't there anymore.

Death Note: Bittersweet~ Chapter 1

Breaking news

The letters appeared on the television as a reminder that the world is nothing more than an orchard. There are beautiful and tasty fruits which seem to make humans feel closer to Heaven yet there are also rotten, ugly fruits which give them a bitter taste of Hell.

The human world is somewhere in the middle and there is a fair drop of Hell and Heaven in everything, especially in humans.

We are interrupting the program for a special broadcast.

'What is so special at it?' One of the multitudes of viewers mumbled for himself.

It was one of those ugly days when nothing was working according to the plan. Some people called it a bad day but some took it for granted and simply chose not to get out of the house; those were happy people.

We have been informed that yesterday, 12 FBI agents have been found dead. The director of FBI did not give any detail but it seems they might have been killed by the Japanese murderer, Kira.

The rest of the announcement seemed to attract more attention. Everyone knew Kira throughout the world. Opinions on that matter where divided in three: people who worshiped Kira and thought he does the world a favor; people who were completely against his beliefs and the neutral ones, who did not care.

The thin girl who just moved in the famous city of New York was one of the neutral ones. She didn't care about much in life and Kira was definitely one of the subjects she tried to bypass. While she lived with her parents, she heard from her younger brother about criminals all around the world who simply died from a heart attack. It didn't matter if they were sick or not; they just died out of nowhere.

As we know, Kira is the alias of the Japanese mass murderer who, surprisingly, kills just criminals of high misdemeanor. It has been proven that this Kira exists and he needs only a name and a face to kill his victims. But what is this character? Is he a murderer or a savior?

'Or stupid' The girl continued while never interrupting her work.

She just moved into New York and she didn't have the time to unpack anything. She went through 2 boxes and she still had another 4 to go. It was still early but she was already losing focus on her activity.

The special broadcast ended as abruptly as it started. The show that was on TV before, started again and everything looked normal. There was nothing interesting to do and unpacking was getting tiring. She already lost her interest and half of the apartment was already furnished anyway.

'Life is getting blank' She stated before she simply fell on the available space of her couch.

The apartment was situated somewhere in a more silent part of the city and granted to her family reputation, it was quite high up. It didn't look like a penthouse but it wasn't something modest either. It was just fine.

Out of boredom, she reached out for one of the many magazines on the coffee table. Most of them were either talking about celebrity gossip or Kira. Both matters were of extreme importance for the National Security, it seemed.

'What do they know? There is nothing done from pure coincidence. Criminals don't die just out of boredom. However'

She knew about the supposed-savior of the contemporary world. It was quite a phenomenon. The way he killed sounded awfully familiar. It reminded her about…

'Where is death, there is also the work of a Shinigami'

In just one hour, the girl was dressed and ready to live abroad. It wasn't something urgent, in her point of view, but it was extremely important and exciting. She didn't even pack. She didn't need clothes or toiletries. She could buy them all when they were needed. She had only a purse and its contents.

She took a taxi to the airport and easily made her way through the mass of people towards the ticket booth. Without a monetary trouble, she bought a ticket to the quickest flight for Japan. When she saw herself seated comfortably at the business class, she grabbed her phone form the purse and started to dial a number.

'Hello? I would like to reserve a room at Teito Hotel.' There was a small pause, while the person on the other hand started to talk and complete the arrangement.'I understand. Place it under the name Yvonne Noir. Thank you.'

She hung up and placed her phone on her lap. With a deep sigh, she leaned back on her seat and closed her eyes. It was going to be a long flight.