Justice

Entry 4: Meeting L

   After a while, I finally had some good news; on the eve of my seventeenth birthday, an internship was available for my father's precinct. He was hesitant about letting me on because of the Kira case, but he swore not to let anyone or anything hurt me, even Kira. We discussed it further with Mom; thankfully, she was okay with it.

Dad and a few other detectives were going to meet L, and my father would let me come! I was so excited, but I had to promise I would not tell anyone because Kira could be anywhere. He could've been among us.

L wanted to meet us at the hotel he was staying at. He told us that he would frequently change hotels so Kira wouldn't catch him. This was something that I thought only came from crime-solving shows I would watch with my sister

  It was a chilly night, so I put on my black jean jacket before Dad and set off for our meeting with L.

  "I think it's so wonderful you want to learn more about what your father does," Mom gushed as she gave me a hug and kiss on the forehead. "Aw, Mom," I giggled. "She'll make a great detective one day," Dad said with pride.

Little did I know that Light had listened to the entire conversation, and he would hold that against me later. That was what I wanted to avoid, and I didn't know when he would spring the trap shut.

  I went with Dad to his precinct, and then we made our way to the hotel where L was staying, the first of many hotels.

It was scary and exciting at the same time.

"Chief, why are you bringing your daughter along?" One of my father's colleagues asked with confusion. "Saki answered the internship ad, and don't worry, she'll be under my constant protection." "I don't know, sir. Kira is crafty, and I don't know if either of us is safe." another colleague said.

"Everything will be fine; once we meet with L, we'll have a plan of action," Dad told his officers.

"Now, we all need to remember that L is a professional; he's been at this game for many years. He knows what he's doing."

  We walked into the hotel and took the elevator up to the floor the detective was staying on.

  None of us knew what to expect, and once we found the room, Dad knocked on the door. "It's unlocked; you can let yourselves in," a voice told us, and who we saw wasn't what anyone had in mind.

A man in his early twenties shuffled towards us; he must have been twenty-three or twenty-four. He had shaggy black hair that fell over his black eyes with dark circles enhancing them, his skin was pale white as if he hadn't seen the sun in days, he wore a white wrinkled long-sleeved shirt and wrinkled grey jeans, and he was barefoot.

This man was only seven or eight years older than me, and he was younger than I expected him to be!

  He looked at us with a blank expression, and then he introduced himself. "I am L."

  None of the detectives knew what to say. My father was stunned, and so was I.

"I am Yagami, of the NPA," Dad told him. "Matsuda." "I'm Aizawa." "Mogi." "Ukita."

"Sorry we're late, a few of us were..." before Dad could say more, L pointed his fingers like a gun and said, "Bang," in a tone so expressionless that it was almost comical.

"What the hell was that?" Ukita asked with annoyance. "If I were Kira, then you would be dead right now, Soichiro Yagami of the NPA. You shouldn't give out your names so carelessly; instead, let's value our lives," he told my father. "Kira needs a name and a face to kill. Surely you have figured that much out." "You're just trying to keep us aware, right?" I asked L nervously because I probably spoke out of turn. He looked at me with interest, "Precisely."