"Come along now Miss…" said Watari guiding me to the door of the car "It's going to be a long car drive."

"Where are we going?" I asked after entering and closing the door.

"To the orphanage." He answered.

"Orphanage?" I asked confused.

"Yes.To Wammy's House." Watari explained as he drove away.

A big house with an enormous backyard stood on the outside of the car. "What is this place?" I asked shortly after Watari had stopped in front of the gate. "The Wammy's House" it said near the main gate.

"This is an orphanage built to accommodate orphans with bright minds! Watari replied.

"An orphanage for intelligent children?" I whispered amazed.

"Wammy's House. This is one of several orphanages built around the world." said Watari. I examined the building. Some children could be seen at the backyard in the distance. A few of them were just running around, while others just sat in the ground passively. Seen from there they seemed like normal infants to me.

"I see you've never heard of these orphanages." Watari observed "Does the name 'Quillsh Wammy' say anything to you?" he asked.

I looked away from him and bit my thumb softly. I knew I heard that name, maybe on TV or so, but it didn't ring any bells in my head. "Ummm… I heard it somewhere, but…"

"He was the man who founded this orphanage. This and many others by the name 'Wammy's House', around several parts of the world." Watari explained to me "He is a great inventor. Using the money from his achievements he dedicated himself to this cause."

"He must be a really good person…" I mumbled. Watary chuckled.

"But what exactly are we doing here?" I asked still examining the outside of the orphanage with my curious eyes. Some children were playing football, and were just passing near the fence.

"Ryuzaki will be here any minute." Said Watari.

"So we're waiting…" I sighed. "But what does this place have to do with him?".

One of the boys kicked another in the heels in order to take over the ball. "Ow, Mello, that hurt!" I managed to heard from outside.

But before Watari could respond, the answer itself came to my head. "Wait… Did L grow up here?" I asked.

Watari just coughed in response, and I understood that he wasn't supposed to speak of it. Which meant it was probably true.

I wasn't too surprised though if I ever got the confirmation that L was an orphan, although I had never questioned his origins. Somehow I imagined him, feeling all alone in the world. Just like I felt since I left my father a few hours ago. I wondered how it had felt to him back then.

My eyes kept examining that home, until I saw a silhouette in a white shirt coming out of the building, and I knew he had finally done… whatever it was he had to do.

xXxXxXxXx

I had exited the orphanage with an unclear mind. Both of them seem to have their potential, but it's still a rather hard choice.

They didn't see me in person, but I saw them and spoke to them through a camera and a microphone connected to an empty room.Mihael Keehl and Nate River. Having seen their files and also seen how quickly their minds reacted to certain impulses or riddles has only made my decision harder.

I don't want to be forced to choose under pressure. Maybe I don't have to worry about this. Or maybe I do. You never know…

I've been having these strange thoughts ever since I've decided to keep Minamoto-chan and Yagami-kun close. I still think that one of them will be the key to the other… But I'm starting to consider the chance that I may not be able to get out of this case alive. Something tells me that this may be the last case I ever work on.

I've been putting my mind and soul into solving this. But not only am getting nowhere with this, but I'm also fearing that I may die without getting to the bottom of this mystery.

It seems I have a problem with dualities: I can't decide between heirs, and also between potential suspects.

We're flying back to Japan at this moment. Minamoto and I didn't switch a word, just a brief glance. In her eyes I saw an aggregate of several emotions: compassion, understanding and sorrow. But then she just chuckled softly and looked away from me. This girl can be quite a mystery sometimes…

But now that I made her this little favor, I hope she can cooperate a little more in solving this case. If she's really not guilty this can be an encouragement to prove her innocence.

Whatever will come in the future… I hope I can still be alive to see Kira get the Death Penalty.

xXxXxXxXx

A week had passed since we came back from London to headquarters. I had grown to adapt myself to my "prison". After a few days it wasn't so bad. Or at least I believed it wasn't. I had already wandered around practically every part of the building there was. Some doors were never opened, but figuring out mysteries in that building wasn't my main goal. I liked to take a walk around when I was bored, or sometimes just stay in my room and enjoy television, seen as there wasn't any other form of entertainment for me there.

But half my day was spent with the rest of the taskforce members, some of which I've grown to really like, and others that weren't so sociable.

During this time, Matsuda-san had become adorable to me. He was inexperienced, clumsy and sometimes awkward, but a genuinely good person. Aizawa and L scolded him sometimes due to some comments he made from time to time (and I admit I also didn't find some of the things he said funny). But behind that goofiness of his was a man trying to make progress. Nevertheless he was someone who would really cheer up our days of work.

Aizawa-san on the other hand was a more serious type of man. More experienced, and always keeping our heads on the main focus. He told me once he was a family man. He had a small daughter and a baby boy. But since the investigation has started his relationship with his wife had worsen. One time he told me how his daughter was happy whenever he went home to her. I just nodded remembering the times when I would act like little Yumi (Aizawa's daughter) acted whenever I saw my dad by the end of the day, when I was at elementary school.

There wasn't much to be said about Mogi-san. He was very quiet and usually kept to himself. Very quiet and discreet, but dedicated to the tasks handed to him.

Yagami-san was one of my prime examples of a really good man. He was serious and responsible, but also kind and very respectable. He was always caring towards me. Although he had said those horrible things to me when I was put in that electric chair, somehow that hadn't affected my opinion about him. I could see why Light regarded his father as a model to be followed.

Speaking of Light… at that time our relationship couldn't be at a worse phase. We didn't switch any words unless it was necessary; we kept a distance from each other; and if we ever had to ascend in the elevators together the air would suddenly turn tense. I had difficulties at keeping a straight glance whenever he was in the same room with me. Whenever someone of the task force would talk to me something inside of me sighed in relief. I couldn't shake off the feeling that he was keeping an eye on me; I wasn't sure about why he would do that, but that sensation just wouldn't shake off of my stomach.

One morning I heard a knock on the door outside of my room. I quickly put on a slightly revealing black skirt and an ocean-blue sweat-shirt. Barefooted, I quickly ran through the living room in my room and opened the door.

"Oh…" I sad unsurprised when I noticed L was there.

"Ohio, Minamoto-chan…" greeted L as Light appeared from behind him.

"Fuck…" I thought as I saw him. He and L entered the room. All of a sudden the atmosphere felt stuffier.

"What brings you here?" I finally asked shortly after I closed the door. L had already sat at my couch and was unwrapping some candy that was in the table nearby.

"Well…" L was about to start but Light interrupted him. "We need to speak about everything that's been going on during this week. Ryuzaki, we have this great facility, and yet you don't seem very into it."

Light hadn't sat down but he was standing very close to L. I discreetly passed by them and sat on the couch which was facing the one where L was sitting.

"Into it…? Not really… I'm actually kind of depressed."

Light was as surprised as I was with that statement. "Depressed? What do you mean by that?" I inquired.

"Yes… For the longest time I thought that you, Minamoto-chan, were Kira. I feel slightly surprised, but and also a little shocked."

"Why not look for a new suspect then?" I asked.

L looked at me like I had made a stupid question. "Because there are no new leads."

I sighed. "However…" L continued all of a sudden "I've come to elaborate a new theory: I believe that Kira can control people's actions."

Me and Light gasped in unison. "Think about it…" L explained as he unwrapped another piece of candy "… Kira at first started by killing off criminals who were guilty of the crime of murder, but as time passed he widened up his targets. Sure, the power he owned might have gotten to his head, but what if Kira was acting through somebody? More specifically through one of you."

"One of us…" I mumbled considering what he said. What if that was it? If Kira was controlling me… then it wouldn't be my fault! I wouldn't be conscious of what I was doing! It made sense! If I had to be somehow involved with Kira, it had to be through such circumstances! I wanted to believe that that would probably be it!

"Or maybe the two of you… If you were being controlled and killed people without being conscious of it, then you two are nothing more than victims… If that is proved, then I will have to start the investigation over from scratch." He grunted visibly down "For example, if Kira took an interest on Light-kun because of his father and the fact that he had access to police information and then controlled him to make you a suspect in my eyes… That would be a pretty big shock to me… Very frustrating…"

Silence hit the room for moments. "Ryuzaki…" spoke Light "With that line of thinking, it means that while we were being controlled, if it comes to both of us, Seira and I were Kiras…"

L looked up at him. "Yes… I don't think there's any mistake there. The two of you could have been Kiras after all."

I believe that both I and Light became tense with that statement.

"The way I see it, when Minamoto-chan went into confinement, she was Kira… But then the killings stopped. It made sense that you were Kira, but then the killings resumed. Based on that, my thinking is that Kira's power passes from person to person."

That thought made me shiver. To think of a power which could pass from person to person, possibly controlling that same person and making him do things he wouldn't possibly do. It was absurd! In reality such a thing couldn't possibly exist! Or so I tried to think so…

"That's an interesting theory, but if that's the case, catching Kira is going to be difficult." Light proclaimed.

"Yes… That's why I'm depressed… You control someone and use them to kill the criminals, then when that person is caught, you transfer the power to someone else, and the first person loses all of his memories… This would make the capture practically impossible…" sighed L whose determination was at the lowest level.

"But that's not definite yet. There are too many things that we don't understand about Kira right now. Come on, show some energy." Light declared, trying to cheer up L as he placed a hand on his shoulder confidently.

"Energy…? I'm just not feeling it… Why even bother…?" mumbled L "Trying hard to go after him just puts us in danger… Don't you agree? I'vre thought I was going to die so many times already…"

Such a state of spirit made me confusion. What had happened to the determination that defined him?! I was ready to say some words I don't currently remember to him, when suddenly, Light called him.

"Ryuzaki…"

"Huh?"

And what followed made let out a scream of surprise and shock: Light punched him right in the face! Probably harder than I did! L flew off the couch and landed very near to the wall.

"Light what the hell are you…?!" I yelled standing up, but before I could finish, he interrupted me.

" Don't be ridiculous! Just because neither me nor Seira are Kira… Just because you were wrong, you want to give up?! You gonna sulk like a baby?!"

L got on his knew wiping his mouth. "I may have worded it poorly but… I'm saying that continuing this isn't going to get us anywhere good, so maybe we should stop…"

"What are you talking about? Unless we chase him, there's no way we'll catch Kira. Who's the one who swore to send Kira to his execution?" Light continued to bellow.

"Guys, please…" I said approaching them with both my hands raised in the air "There's no need for…"

Light ignored me, walked to L and held him by his shirt. "The police, the FBI agents, TV announcers. How many innocent people do you think have been victimized?! You're the one who put me and her in confinement!"

"Light, please that's enough!" I exclaimed, fearing the route this argument was going through.

"I understand that… but whatever the reason… Once is once!" said L, when all of a sudden…

…he made movement, too quick to me to describe, and he literally kicked Light in the face. Light landed on the couch, making it fall backwards.

My wrists were shaking. They were literally on an unnecessary fight. All of that could be solved with a simple chat. God, why did boys have to complicate things sometimes?!

"It's not just that my reasoning was wrong…" whispered L walking up to Light and falling on his knees. It's the fact that this case can't be solved with one of you being the true Kira. So I'm a little disappointed. I'm human- that's not allowed?"

Silently I somehow agreed with him, but I feared the pace this was going towards.

"No, it's not!" replied Light trying to get up "The way you talk: It's like you won't be satisfied unless one of us is Kira."

L seemed to consider what Light had stated. "Yes… That may be true… In fact, I have just realized something…". He then turned to me "I wanted Mimamoto-chan to be Kira…"

Did he really mean what he had said?! He really wanted me to be Kira?! Did he really want to see me being condemned to death?! It was that dark side of L that made me dislike him strongly many times during this investigation.

All of a sudden Light caught him off guard and punched him straight between the eyes and the forehead. L shook in response.

"Once is once. I'll have you know that I'm quite strong." L spat, kicking him in the stomach.

"Stop it! Now!" I yelled, but my attempt was futile, because Light ran up to L, threw his arms onto him, knocking him on the ground, and then proceeded to punch L several times in the face. L reacted by kicking Light off of him , grabbing him by the hair and then punching him in the cheek.

What was I to do?! I was scared to try and break them up. No matter how much I screamed they wouldn't listen.

Eventually I myself began to feel annoyed by that childish fight. Taking a moment on which both of them were standing, and about to punch each other, I quickly stepped in the middle of those two, and used my arms to quickly break them apart.

"THAT'S. JUST. ENOUGH." I bellowed furiously. The two of them lowered their fists and looked away from me and from each other. They each took a few steps backwards.

I felt my head boiling with irritation, and my hands were ready to strike the first one who dared to interrupt me. "To be honest, both of you are wailing like little babies! We're supposed to be taking this case seriously, not fighting like elementary school kids! To be honest this fight was ridiculous, because the two of you are supposed to be acting professional and try, I repeat, TRY, to solve this case! The fact that we have no leads just means that we have to work harder! "

I then pointed an accusing finger to each of them. I started with L "You! Just because you were proven wrong doesn't mean that your goal of solving this case has ended for good!". And then moved to Light "And you! You better start using you brain instead of your heart, because if you snap again like you did now, you're not going to be of any help to this case at all!"

Light looked me in the eyes for the first time in a while as I said that. In that brief moment our eyes were glued. A glance of tension was amongst them. For a moment I was tempted to freak out, walk straight to him and confront him about the way he was treating me since that incident. If I could have my way I would yell at him until my voice became dry. But there was still a small part of me that wanted him to forgive; yet at that moment that small part was being squished by the fury that I felt due to that stupid bloody fight.

Then I looked down and pointed my finger towards the door. "Get yourselves out here, and when you start to get serious about all of this, you may come back here in order to have a professional and civilized conversation."

The two of them obeyed me silently, and made their way out.

"Can't I have just one more piece of candy?" asked L just like that.

Driven by fury, I slammed the door on the faces of the two of them. And then I threw myself onto my bed to give my thoughts a rest, for a while.

"Cheer up Seira-chan. Hey, at least it was nice of Ryuzaki to let you catch some fresh air for a change." rambled Matsuda, drinking his cup of coffee.

"Hmm…" I grunted a little uninterested.

Sometimes I was allowed to leave the building, as long as someone of the task force accompanied me. Matsuda was the one that always came with me. Of course I had chips attached to my clothes which revealed my position on a GPS and also recorded my voice.

That night I decided that I really wanted some fresh air. I talked about it with L, and through many pleads he eventually allowed it, ordering Matsuda to accompany me. We decided to sit at a café nearby, seen as we would have to go back eventually.

"It just feels like they don't give a darn about this right now…" I commented.

"I'm sure they'll get their heads back onto what's really important eventually." replied Matsuda "But you really had some balls… no I mean, eggs… err, I mean ovaries, oh I mean, err…."

I looked at Matsuda inquiringly. "Oh darn! Well… you had guts… you had guts to stand up to them and call them out!"

I smiled and giggled slightly. Matsuda's awkwardness could sometimes be funny. "Thanks, I guess."

We then just sat there and chatted about casual themes. I felt good by chatting with someone as light heads and open minded as Matsuda. Rain had started to pour on the city without us realizing it.

"There was one time, when… when…" I said telling about something I don't remember right now, and interrupting myself after I caught a sight of a familiar silhouette.

A short woman carrying a big piece of cloth, hunched and clearly dragging her feet was passing by the entrance. I immediately recognized her.

"Rena…" I whispered clearly surprised.

"Who?" asked Matsuda confused.

I stood up and rushed out of the restaurant to go to her. It had been so long since I last seen her. I wanted to talk to her about so many things.

"Rena!" I called out as I exited the café and caught up with her.

She looked back and stopped. Somehow she seemed smaller to me.

"Rena…" I said cheerfully as I reached her.

But when she turned to me, I could see that life had been all but pleasant for her. She looked like she hadn't slept bathed and eaten for several days. Her wet hair was completely messy and covered most of her face. Despite that I clearly saw that she was pale, skinnier and looking extremely tired. Her clothes were dirty with mud and water, and were slightly ripped.

"Rena… What… What happened to…?" I murmured trying to get a grip on myself.

And then I noticed the huge piece of cloth: her little sister Sakura was wrapped on it. Her cheeks were swollen up, and she seemed to be in a deep sleep. She didn't look god either, but I couldn't evaluate more than her face, seen as it was the only thing uncovered by the cloth.

Behind me I heard Matsuda gasping in surprise. "Who… Who's that Seira-chan?"

"A friend…" I replied, passing miy hand on Rena's left cheek "… a very, very close friend."

Rena's eyes filled with tears and she looked down to the ground. Then she began mumbling a confusing explanation of what had driven her into such a confusing and horrible situation (which she would later explain to me in a calmer mood): "Auntie Natsuko died… There was no money for me… Couldn't find a new job… I was thrown out of the house… I've been living on the streets ever since… Feeding on bread and things I've found on the trash… Sakura's sick… She can't wake up… My little princess just doesn't wake up…"

I grabbed her shoulders with both my hands. "Why do I have to suffer like this?! Can't I redeem myself for what I've done?!"

And then she literally broke down "I'm tired of this life! I'm tired of all of this!"

I held my screaming and bawling friend in my arms. We both fell on our knees. I was shaking but I didn't want to let go of her. My suffering friend needed support. And it seemed… I was all she had left.

I don't quite remember how long we stood there, embracing each other. But I do remember the words she addressed to me as a pleading for me. The only response I could give her was to hold her harder against me. All her desperation and sorrow was summed in those sole words she addressed to me:

"Please, Seira! Help me…"