Nietzsche (L Lawliet)

C.4

I watched the news when my reply aired, and I could only imagine what L and the two Kiras were thinking now.

"What now?" Armonia asked.

"Now, we wait." I sighed and lied back, putting the TV on mute, and hopped onto my laptop to see what the news online was saying.

Mainly shit about how people were debating on joining me or hating me. A lot of them were also examining my alias, Nietzsche. Some were just trying to figure out what kind of person I was; male or female, tall or short, psychopath or sociopath.

A new message from L was airing the next day.

"Nietzsche, I'm not interested in playing whatever game you're planning. And why film your victim? What was the point of that? To prove your power to me? What do you want? What is your game?"

I grabbed the camera and a new flash drive and began recording the wall that had a sheet hanging with Nietzsche sprayed on it.

"Oh, L, L, L, L. You gave me quite a heavy list of questions to answer. I'll get to them, don't worry." I said with my accent on. "But you know what? You hurt me L. You don't want to play my game? That hurts." I put a pout into my voice.

"OH WELL," I growled and laughed. "You don't have a choice. Everyone is going to play my game! Not just the Kanto region, not just Japan, the world." I smacked my lips.

"Now... to answer your question. What do I want? Well, I want a lot of things, two to be specific. The one of the two I want right now... is to meet you." I paused.

"This is the part where everyone watching gasps and stares in awe, so if we could schedule that..." I giggled hysterically.

"Anyway, L, I wanna meet you. I wanna see you face to face. I wanna talk to you, get to know you, become best buddies, the works. I know you want the same. Well, maybe you don't want to be my friend, but I know you're already dying to know who I am. I've seen the news, read the articles. Everyone's trying to figure it out." I clicked my tongue.

"You notice how I don't put a filter over my voice, and you and one Kira do? I've noticed, I've noticed..." I hummed. "There's a reason for that, ya know," I whispered.

"Anonymity lets you do amazing things. When you don't show your face or let anyone hear your real voice, you let a guy die on-air as a test for Kira. Sure, I never showed my face when I killed that guy, but you'll see me soon enough. Because you know what, L? Order can't be executed anonymously." I said seriously and let it hang there for a few seconds.

"You think staying anonymous keeps you safe?" I said in my regular voice, preparing to switch back and forth between voices every other sentence or so.

"It doesn't." I sang in the nasal tone.

"Anonymity gets rid of things like justice, morals, and ethics." I hummed in my normal voice.

"Justice, something I know you are all about." I giggled in the other one.  "I want you to come out, right out into the open-"

I switched again to end the video.

"And meet me face to face. No filters. No masks. Nothing."

And with that, I stopped recording and uploaded again, slipping my gloves on. Armonia and I went out to send it, and I also grabbed him some apples and me some fast food.

"Now we wait for L to reply?" He asked when we got back in, me with a McDonald's bag, ready to stuff my face in.

"Either a reply or when he finds me." I sighed, unwrapping a burger and taking a huge bite, and I nearly moaned. "You know what's one thing I love about now being a millionaire since I killed that guy and took his money?" I asked.

"What?" Armonia asked between taking bites of his apple.

"I can buy as much McDonald's as I want." I sighed, eating more. "It's cheap, shitty food. I love cheap, shitty food." I smiled a bit.

"You're gonna get so fat." He shook his head.

"Jokes on you, I have a high metabolism. I can't gain weight." I smirked, then opened up my chicken nugget box and a ranch container, dunking a few fries in.

"Disgusting," Armonia said.

"Yeah, you are," I smirked, brushing it off.