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[Uneven breathing heard as the audio suddenly comes on]

Wh –

[and is just as abruptly cut off. Naomi puts a hand to her temple, frustrated at her impulsiveness. She had to be careful. He already knows her voice after all. Voice, face, name, everything! For all she knows, she was and still is under that monster's control. Frantically, the former FBI agent switches to text instead.]

Who's in charge here? I need to get to the closest police station. Please, it's urgent!

[Not even they could be completely trusted, but god, she was finally free from that unnatural, unbearable death wish that had smothered her for what seemed like an eternity, she was finally free to think, and who knows for how long such freedom will last. Her finger flies toward the "send" button but pauses at the last second. Naomi reads over the note she had just written in that obvious rush of panic. Ugh, like an agitated mess.]

Thank you.

[She decides to tack on for good measure before ending the feed along with a long overdue exhale.]

(ooc: She'll be ultra paranoid with the first few people who respond but will get progressively calmer further down the line as she comes to terms with what's actually going on.)

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[Was there a slightly longer pause than usual? She really couldn't be sure and felt like she was merely forcing herself to confirm what she both wanted to and feared would happen.]

Tokyo University? That's very impressive. You must be extremely intelligent.

[Intelligent enough to conduct mass murder across the globe without being caught even? A university student. This could possibly be true. The Light, no, Kira she knew was a high school student also in Japan. Could it be? She's still alive however and feeling no different. Still ...]

As for myself. I work in the US as an FBI agent. I was in the middle of an extremely important mission investigating one of the most elusive drug cartels of 2002, which is why my arrival here is severely untimely. Surely you can understand my frustration.

[A perfectly legit story. It had actually occurred so she would not be able to mess up if probed for more information, and it would explain her desire to contact the police.]

Oh right, you didn't tell me what time period you were from. Perhaps we're from the same world.

[Go ahead, give me your best lie.]

[Light frowns slightly, sifting through this information very carefully. If Naomi really is from 2002, it would mean that she was from a time before Kira existed...which was, in truth a comforting thought, but Light wouldn't fall for a shoddy lie like that. He muses with a pleased smirk. Don't they train their agents to tell convincing lies in America?

Only moments earlier she was claiming that the likelihood that they were from the same world was low, but that had changed with the mention of Tokyo University. Tossing aside multiverse theory for the moment, this coupled with that damning time delay after Light had given Misora his name, made this the most insultingly easy game of connect the dots he had ever played. The minor victory however, pales in comparison to the crushing odds against him. Did she or did she not remember his final concluding remarks? Why was I so careless? He rubs his temples, trying to untangle himself from the sticky threads of spiderweb weaved around him. How the hell was anyone supposed to anticipate this... this nonsense? The only one who knew exactly when he was from was Mikami, so he had some degree of flexibility in choosing a time frame, but for now, he needed to turn this game of twenty questions around.]

Thank you for saying so, but I believe hard work is much more important than natural intelligence. May I ask why you think we are from the same world, Naomi-san?

Edited 2011-01-12 05:24 (UTC)

[That was the second time her question had been ignored. Was he hiding something? Combined with that particular way of speaking, the chances of this person being Light Yagami are soaring sky high at this point, and just that mere thought made her grit her teeth in fury till her jaws ached. Besides, even if this isn't Kira, his defiant attitude grates her to no end.

Quit toying with me, bastard.]

Well, obviously it's because I recognized your university, which also exists in my world.

[Tch. Light's eyes narrow at this woman's attitude. He liked her significantly more when she was permanently incapacitated. During particularly boring lectures where it seemed the professor's voice would lull even statues to sleep, he wondered idly what inventive measures she had taken to conceal her death. Takada had always wondered why Light seemed to enjoy that class so much.]

Ah, really? As famous as Tokyo University is in Japan, I was not expecting a foreigner, least of all an FBI agent that deals with domestic American affairs, to recognize the name.

Edited 2011-01-12 06:43 (UTC)

[Are you belittling me? She's this close to just accusing him of being a crazy mass murderer and getting it over with. She's just about had enough of this nonsense.]

Then I suppose I should take that as a compliment. You might be surprised with what I do and do not know.

[Vaguely worded threats? Light closes his eyes, leaning his head back against the wall to stare up at his ceiling. There was no doubt about it now; Misora remembered his victorious gloat. It wouldn't amount to much without conclusive evidence, especially if he continued to deny ever meeting her. There wasn't any evidence to prove the two of them ever met- L would have uncovered it if it did- but as the other people from his world were prone to doing here, she was going to make herself a thorn in his side. And for what? Did these people really delude themselves into thinking they could make him pay for his actions here? As if.]

I'm sure. Working with the FBI must have given you invaluable insight into many different areas of expertise.

[No, she's not going to play this game anymore.]

It had, but we've gone off topic haven't we? You have yet to answer my question.

[He pinches the bridge of his nose, forcing himself to focus. As interesting as paint chips were, they would never coalesce into anything meaningful. Tangible answers for instance. He had no doubt that L and Mello, both of whom were here, would take great pleasure in tearing apart any elegant untruths he told Misora. But Light too, is through with meaningless pleasantries.]

You're quite right, but this was a much more interesting topic than your orignal query. However, I hardly think hearing what year it was would lead us any closer to determining if we are from the same world. We've established that Tokyo University exists in your world, and the FBI exists in mine. Furthermore, if you were in America all this time, and I was in Japan, I doubt we would have ever met. So, if you'll excuse my forwardness, what is it that you are really after, Naomi-san?

It's simple. Merely being able to identify a university and a federal agency doesn't ensure that we're from the same world. If I know what time period you're from, however, I could confirm it by asking about different events that occurred then. Even better, if you're from my future, you could maybe help answer some questions for me about what happened after I left my own world. Anyone would be curious to know of the future, after all.

However, you seem convinced that I'm concerned with you yourself. [In other words, you're not that special, boy!] Are you always this suspicious of everyone you meet? I have just been kidnapped and trapped in some unidentified building with no convincing evidence of whether or not the people who reside here are friends or enemies. Don't I have every right to be suspicious then?

You, on the other hand, have been here for some time now, and are clearly dodging what ought to be simple, harmless questions, but you see threat in them. You ask me what I am after. I should ask you what you are hiding.

Have you heard of something called multiverse theory, Naomi-san? It is possible that even despite being what appears to be the same world and the possibly even the same time period, there are still subtle differences that exist that change the fundamental make up of our existences. In other words, we could very well be from variations on the same world. You'll understand then, if I remain skeptical about what value a specific time period will have in furthering your investigation. Unless, of course, you are willing to delve into the specific events that happened around the 2002 of your world.

Granted, you do have every right to be alarmed given your circumstances, but think of it from our perspective. Who is to say that you aren't some monstrosity coming in from another world? The Author seems to have a penchant for such individuals.

For all I know, you could be hell bent on slaughtering everyone of us. Now of course, the chances of that don't seem very high, but the point is this, Naomi-san: just as you have every reason to be suspicious of me, I have every reason to be suspicious of you. I don't see why I should have to answer to a person who hides behind a block of text, who has on more than one occasion employed veiled threats to obtain information. Do you understand?

I would be happy to divulge my experiences, if you're interested that is. [Cue look of suspicion.] There's certainly a small chance that knowing the time line and its events would confirm our co-existence, but it's not impossible. Even if we are from variations of the world, it doesn't mean we still can't share useful information to see what similarities possibly do exist. It's not at all strange for someone to be curious about that anyway, but that's just my opinion.

[The mention of hiding behind a block of text instantly reminds her of L. And she had been so close too! But she quickly shakes away those unwanted thoughts lest the heated tears return.]

Now you are cautious of me. What happened to trying to "making the transition easier" for me? If you really wanted to help a newcomer, you would answer their questions or at least give a reason as to why you can't, not just skirt around every issue that comes up. Perhaps I wouldn't resort to what you consider threats if you would stop dodging everything I say. It only makes me more suspicious that you're hiding something.

[Oh, there was more, so much more that she had wanted to say, but it was all just starting to become an angry garble of defensive spasms. And she felt like that's just what he wanted. This whole thing was becoming completely absurd. She considers deleting the text and just calling him out on his lies, but finally sends it instead.]

[Light sighs. His expression is one that borders on total exasperation as he reads Misora's text. Her parasitic persistence is beginning to grate on his nerves, though he could hear the dulcet tones of desperation peppered in with her unstated accusations. Pleasing as those were to hear, Light is far from popping open imaginary bottles of champagne. He rubs his temples. Stubbornly dodging the question was a miscalculation on his part; it had been a decision made out of childish spite- though he doubts it would prove to be fatal. How could it be? He had already admitted his true identity to this woman before she died. Anything else he said was.. well in a sense delaying the inevitable.]

Tossing aside the fact that you would find it suspicious, should I answer your every question now, you're right. I have not been treating you fairly, Naomi-san. However, in my defense, threatening me certainly did not help your cause. I can admit that diplomacy is not always my strongest suit.

[Why is he still pulling this act? That's it. This has gone far enough!]

In that case, how about we both stop playing dumb. What do you take me for? You know who I am! Stop pretending like you don't.

[A smirk. Light is actually close to laughing. No, I don't think I will Agent Misora. I'm rather fond of this game.]

"We?" I'm confused, Naomi-san. I don't believe I've ever had the...pleasure of speaking with you before.

[You dare keep going with this ...

Naomi immediately switches to audio, but gets a hold of herself at the last minute. She's pretty sure that he's not the one in charge of keeping her hostage. It would make no sense, especially not since he had needed to find out who she was earlier. Even after he discovered identity, he hadn't killed her. Either he doesn't have his power anymore or does not want to make any unnecessary moves in a house full of watchful people, and perhaps a watchful Author.

Obviously, Naomi hoped for the former, but if there are other victims around, and she announces Kira's presence to the entire network, there might just be a good chance that he'll kill off everyone in order to protect himself. She couldn't risk innocent people's lives. Reluctantly, she locks to private.]

Can you read? I said I wasn't going to play this game anymore! Are you as fond of deception as you are of homicide? I know it's you, Kira!

[Naomi glares at the device. When I find you, I'm going to roundhouse kick that arrogance right out of your damn skull!]

[Amused as he is by the change in media, though much less so by the volume at which Misora made her displeasure known, Light's smirk widens even further before he responds. Didn't Misora know that showing emotion to the enemy meant one had already lost the battle? He speaks in a careful manner, with precisely timed out pauses and parses of hesitation to indicate his scripted inner turmoil.]

Game...? Kira? [An audible sigh.] Look. I'm afraid I don't know what you are talking about. Do you frequently accuse strangers of committing homicide? I'm sure you must know this, but that sort of thing has the tendency to rub people the wrong way.

Edited 2011-01-15 23:05 (UTC)

[She was almost certain it had been him, but there had still been the tiniest fraction of her person that had wanted it to be a mistake. That familiar voice was as welcoming as a high voltage electric shock.

For a split second, Naomi had wondered whether or not she had made an error, that this Light had been from so early a time a period that he had not yet cultivated the power to kill. However, that unbearably smug tone easily erased all doubts. She had seen him actually play innocent once before, and play it seriously, but there had been no sincerity in this particular act. He wasn't even trying. There was nothing but mockery.]

Don't insult me. Do you think I would fall for something this amateur a second time?

[She's practically shaking the device as she speaks, not only angry at this murderer, but also herself. Falling for it once had been shameful enough.]

You're making just as much a fool of yourself thinking you can pull this shit with me.

[Another sigh. This one actually sounds genuine. Really Misora, what is the point in encrypting this feed if you're going to continue yelling like this?]

Naomi-san. Calm down. [You're embarrassing yourself] Please. I really don't know what you're talking about. As certain as you are that you know me, I really cannot say the same is true in reverse. However, what I can say for certain is this.

[His tone is serious at this point.]

You are not in a world where any of our pasts are relevant. Our lives right now are in the hands of the Author, and for all you know, we could all wake up one day in the middle of a black hole. Or in the belly of a Leviathan for that matter. I hardly think this is the time or place to bring up accusations for which you have no grounds. Cooperation, not pointless antagonism, is the key to survival here. Consider it a piece of honest advice.

[She does calm down for a bit, as his words actually seemed genuine, but enough mistakes have been made for her to be perfectly aware of her own weaknesses by now, and Naomi could not just simply allow herself to be so easily deceived again. She takes a breath, desperately trying to fight the urge to just slam the device against an unsuspecting wall. Her voice seems steady, but the strain is clearly audible.]

Tell me Light, have you ever had a loved one taken away from you? Do you honestly think that it's easy for someone who has to just let bygones be bygones?

[A pause. One that is slightly longer than usual. When Light does speak, his voice is very subtly different from the same controlled tone he had been using up until this point. But if Naomi were to think it has any reason to do with guilt, she would be hilariously mistaken. Raye Penber's death is quite justified. What has Light faltering is the thought of his father's death.]

...I don't recall ever claiming that it was an easy task. On the other hand, what other option do you have?

[Naomi notices the delay in the response and hopes that she has hit a nerve, but she isn't holding her breath or anything. He's a cold hearted murderer after all. But all that aside,]

You're right.

[What other options does she have? This isn't like home. These people probably don't even know anything about Kira. Without evidence, she cannot convict him of anything, not unless he makes the first move, and who knows how much longer her patience will last. At this point, Misora feels like she's hanging by the hinge of what's left of her sanity. She desperately wishes to, no, actually considers just forgetting about the law and exterminating that bastard herself. To hell with the system. He had asked for it. Damn it, he deserves it!]

Then let me return the favor and give you a piece of advice as well.

[But no, she must preserve what's left of her pride. She can't afford to lose herself. She can't.]

Light Yagami, if you know what's good for you, you will stay as far away from me as possible.

[The feed ends.]

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