Chapter Five

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A full week had passed since we first began our obersevations on the Yagami and Kitamora households, and we were as close to catching Kira as we were the week prior. The whole experiment had proven next to nothing (other than the fact that the Yagami family would not make good reality TV stars because their lives were so ridiculously mundane) and it annoyed me to no end. I'd gotten word from Chris that the Kitamora household had proven to be just as innocent - and therefore just as useless. As insensitive as it may sound, I kind of wanted someone in those families to be Kira, solely so that we could wrap up this investigation and get to the good part - learning how Kira kills. Sadly, this turned out to not be the case. And so we were back at square one.

However, due to mine and L's little inkling regarding Light Yagami, the detective made the choice to attend the university's freshman ceremony. Although, this wasn't a trip made in good spirits meant to congratulate the boy, oh no. This was an opportunity to catch him out. L had the genius - read: insane - idea to take the entrance exam to To-Oh university (the one that Light desired to attend) and introduce himself to Light through these means. As one would expect, the detective passed said exam with flying colours with Light sharing his achievement, both having scored the highest number of marks within their cohort. Nerds.

Having much more firsthand experience with criminals and being able to read their expressions, Chris and I were dragged along by our ears. We'd been briefed beforehand that L would speak with Light Yagami during the ceremony and the two of us, sat alongside them in the audience, would monitor the boy's reactions (what he was going to discuss with Light was beyond me and frankly, I didn't care. He could say whatever he wanted to. It'd probably be something completely moronic anyway). I didn't particularly want to do this, nor did I think we were necessary, but I didn't protest.

So now I sat in Watari's car, tugging anxiously at my pencil skirt and eyeballing at Chris, who sat beside me in a smart tuxedo. Somehow, likely though the power of alcohol and dark magic, Chris had convinced me into wearing a skirt and (even more amazingly) convinced me into heels. He claimed it would be inappropriate for me to turn up in my jeans and converse. L had been quick to agree with my friend's statement, which I thought was highly hypocritical of him, given that he was still clad in his statement clothing - baggy blue jeans and a white sweatshirt. And he was the one who was supposed to give a speech onstage where he'll be the centre of attention! Personally I think they both just wanted to torment me.

However, as if this humiliation wasn't bad enough already, I'd been told - more like ordered - to spark a conversation with Light after the ceremony regarding Kira. How was I going to do this, you may ask? I hadn't the faintest clue. Socialising was not my strongest asset, and asking openly about Kira was guaranteed to raise red flags. Frankly, I couldn't see how I - a stranger - could spontaneously inquire about Kira to someone who's somehow aware he's a suspect without seeming the least bit suspicious myself. If Light's as smart as his exams suggest - which is very fucking smart - he'll catch on right away. I'm screwed. I just hoped Chris could charm his way into it; he was always a smooth talker, moreso than I.

Eventually, the car we were in pulled up about half a mile away from the school and Chris and I exited, bidding our goodbyes to Watari - our chauffeur for the day. The detective was still in the car at this point, perched in the front seat, and threw us an self-entitled smirk as the vehicle pulled away. Grinding my teeth, I glared back and forced my hands to stay by my side, fighting the compelling urge to give him the finger. I understood that we weren't supposed to be seen with him, for obvious reasons, but it was hugely petty to make us walk all that way - especially considering that I was wearing literal death traps on my feet.

"Come on you, this isn't the time to start PMSing." Chris said with a sigh, setting a steady pace along the sidewalk and pulling me along by the wrist. With a final shake of my head, I complied and began walking alongside him - or trying to, at least. I wasn't exactly well practised in the fine art of walking in heels, and I was struggling to keep my balance.

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