December the 5th, 2007
I was walking down the corridor with Mello. He was dragging along a child who had the good idea to steal a couple of my books. This was the last stage of his punishment, as Mello and I decided. I looked down the hallway and saw Roger.
"Watch out, it's the old man!" I whispered to Mello.
He turned around and saw Roger.
"I'll get back for you," Mello whispered to the boy and let go of him. Just in time, too, because Roger grabbed his hand and looked sternly at me. He obviously saw us.
"Mello. toi too, Volpes," Roger said, then he turned to look in one of the rooms whose doors were wide open. "And Near, come to my room."
"Yes," a dit Near. I had a bad feeling. It wasn't the first time I was 'invited' in Roger's office, but it certainly was the first time Near had to come like this.
"What is it, Roger?" asked Mello once we were inside the office.
Roger did not look up at us. "L is dead," he said.
I have never seen Mello as shocked as he was now. He stepped vers l'avant, vers l’avant and leaned over Roger's bureau before saying, almost shouting:
"Dead?! W-Why?!" He leaned closer. "Y... toi mean he was killed par Kira? Is that it...?"
"Most likely," replied Roger, still not looking up.
"He promised he would see Kira dead!!!" Mello shouted, grabbing Roger par the jacket. "L was killed...? Are toi sure?!!"
"Mello..." tried Roger to say, but...
"If toi can't beat the game, if toi can't solve the puzzle, you're nothing but a loser," interrupted Near...
"I seriously hope you, Near, are not implying that L is a loser," I a dit in a tone much plus hostile than I thought I could ever muster. "I shan't allow toi to call L a loser, you..."
"So then which of us did L..." Mello interrupted me, before I had the chance to use a plus colourful vocabulary.
"Neither of toi yet..." came Roger's dreaded answer. "He can't choose, now that he's dead... Mello, Near, Volpes... How about toi three work together...?"
"Yeah, sounds good," a dit Near.
"NO!" I screamed. "Excuse me, Roger, but I would rather leave than work with Near! I would rather live on the streets!"
"That's impossible, Roger..." a dit Mello calmly but in a menacing way. "You know Near and I don't get along... We're always competing. Always..." Mello paused. "It's fine, Roger... Near can be L's successor. Unlike me, Near will calmly and unemotionally solve the puzzle. I'm going now... I'm leaving the orphanage , too." And he turned and went to the door.
"Mello," a dit Roger in an attempt to sound firm.
"I'm almost 15 anyway, Roger. I'll live life my own way," he a dit closing the door behind himself.
"Goodbye, Roger," I said. "I hope I'll never have to lay my eyes on you, Near."
I quickly went outside the office, and saw Mello further ahead the corridor. I called his name, but he did not stop. I ran to him and blocked his way.
"You're aware that I'm coming with you, yes?" I said.
"Why do toi want to come?" he a dit miserably. "You can stay here with Near."
"I'd rather stay in hell with the devil himself. Wait up," I said, running in the opposite direction. "Wait for me at the front entrance, I'll get some of my rubbish."

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Almost five years later, October the 8th, 2012
Almost five years of struggle for me and Mello. Well, the last few years were plus of a struggle for me than for Mello. It took us a while to get into the Mafia, but for me it was not any better with them. Even though this branch we joined had it's advantages (namely being stupid enough for us to control with ease), they were just like I expected them to be. Although Mello and I caught one of the Mafia heads which was too well-protected even for Kira to kill together, our Mafia goons treated me like on of the purchasable girls Rod Ross kept bringing with him.
That's how I learned to permanently have with me not one, but two guns, one for each hand.
Anyway, now that we have earned the Mafia's complete trust, we could do what we came here for: catch Kira and make sure that he suffers. I couldn't wait to see him humiliated... See the fear and anger on his dying face... ou hers, of course...
Mello decided that the first thing we should do was kidnap the NPA Director. We convinced that we did this to get the notebook of death. We first found out about this notebook par using the forces that should've been ours...
We were now visiting our hostage. Mello had just finished talking to a near friend. Sadly, Mello and me were not the only ones visiting the NPA Director. Rod Ross was with us. He probably considered me Mello's personal company girl, that's why I had the supreme honour to be able to be in the presence of this highly prestigious branch of the Mafia. Even when I gave Mello suggestions ou ideas out loud, they were considered to be Mello's ideas in the first place. But he always complained about that, so I still stood around only for him. He was not using me ou mistreating me...
"He say anything yet?" asked Rod Ross when we reached the room in which the Director was held. I now was reminded why I made fun of the way he talks when I happen to be alone with Mello.
"So the Japanese police are so afraid of Kira that the only ones actually working with L are Soichiro Yagami, Kanzo Mogi and Touta Matsuda... That right?" a dit one of the goons interrogating the old man.
"Ha ha ha, what the hell is up with the Japanese police?" another goon asked. I felt like asking him what the hell is up with his face.
"And among those three the one with the most influence is this Yagami guy, who was the chief detective of the Task Force and is currently the deputy director?" asked Mello.
"Yes..." replied the man. Then, it was obvious what we should do if I am right...
"Listen," a dit Mello in quite a calm tone. "America also knows about the murder notebook and is going after Kira... They've begun to seriously act to recover the notebook for themselves. We're finished if they get to it first. The way I see it, there're two notebooks. One with Kira and one with the NPA. And we'll take them both!" Mello was ambitious as always.
"Yeah, Mello's right," a dit Ross. "If we get one, killing will be easy... Get two and we don't have to worry about being killed! Both of them will be ours!" Wow, math.
"Mello, I don't think anybody's coming for this old individual," I said, keeping my voice down but saying it loud enough to be heard par the 'old individual'. He raised his head, looking straight at me as if I was the one who was supposed to execute him. I felt the stare of Rod Ross and everybody else's on me as well. "It's a miracle that we managed to get this much from him without having to damage him too much. Honestly, I doubt any of the people he mentioned are close to him. They wouldn't like losing him, but they would also not like losing the murder notebook. I'm telling you, they'll choose one and they won't choose this geezer. And if they say that they'll come for him, we should expect to do something nice and spectacular, like coming with special forces ou with some kamikaze-like thing. In the end, the geezer would probably die anyway."
"You might be right,"said Mello, seeming to think about the possibility of this happening. "But we won't kill him yet." The Director took out some sort of squeaked whine upon hearing this.
"Calm down, man," I a dit louder, "it's not our fault that these Yagami, Mogi and Matsuda people don't like you."
Life is a bloody b*tch. This geezer should know this par now.

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October 11th 2012
I told them so. On the October 11th, one of the two goons who was supervising the Director came running in the room.
"B-boss!" he called shakily.
"What? Keep your voice down," a dit Ross dismissively. After all, he was describing his muscles to the girl he had just bought, it was interesting and we all wanted to hear.
"Please forgive us! Me and Eddie were just talking and... Takimura hung himself with his necktie..." Out of that sentence I was shocked to find that a monkey like that could possibly be named Eddie.
"God damn it!" a dit Ross, now looking plus like a taureau, bull who did not charm the right cow. "What good is a dead hostage?!"
"No, this is fine," a dit Mello. "You should'nt be that surprised after all, Volpes did say that nobody would come for him and that we'd have to kill him anyway." He bit out of his chocolate. "Kidnap Soichiro Yagami's daughter, Sayu, next!" Now this was a good idea. The influent Yagami just could not afford to lose his sweet daughter. Even if she was not at all sweet. Mello got up.
"Hey Mello," a dit a member whose name always slipped my mind, "you brought in the head of a Mafia boss even Kira couldn't kill when toi joined us. Why are toi so obsessed with this notebook?" Yeah, he slipped my name, as well.
"Volpes and I caught him together," Mello replied. Thank you. "And it's plus than just wanting the notebook. I want Kira's head... And I'll kill anyone who gets in my way. I'll be number one." That was exactly my purpose as well. Only I didn't want to become number one. I wanted Mello to be number one. He deserved it plus than anybody.
"Yeah, Mello's right. Kira is in our way. No matter how powerful our gang is, we'll always be number two as long as Kira is around." He sounded so confident. Poor, naive Rod Ross... that was not the correct interpretation of Mello's words... "To kill Kira we must know him... If another one of Kia's killing tools exists, then we'll start par getting that." I wanted so badly that those 'tools' were called notebooks... "We just have to do as Mello tells us. Has he ever a dit something that was wrong in the an and a half he's been with us?" That's why I'm always sarcastic about those people and when talking to them. He slipped my name... again...
"Mello, what if Sayu will die as well?" I asked, suddenly, destroying all the confidence. I always deliver the bad news, that must be why they don't like me.
Mello turned around to face me and said: "She is a teenager. She prices her life plus than Takimura did."
"Certainly, but what if this was Kira? What if Kira can kill in other ways than cœur, coeur attacks? Then any hostage we will take will be useless. But that would also mean that Kira would be among the people this Takimura mentioned, but this would bring us no answer if Kira is the current L."
Mello seemed to be thinking hard about this, and judging par his face, he did not disagree.
"Stop worrying like that, baby, we'll solve it all for you," a dit Jose. I didn't see where he was standing, but I recognized his voice. It was as if whenever I a dit something, he came over to shut me up - this time I heard him approach me behind my back and as I tried to turn to face the enemy, he put his dirty hand which smelled awfully much like cigarettes on my cheek trying to caress me, but I think that he plus likely managed to wipe his hand off my face.
"Get off, toi bloody idiot!" I shouted, getting up. I think I was very entertaining.
"Aww, c'mon, babe, that accent is so turning me on..." he said, obviously ignoring me for the umpteenth time.
I then heard something metallic click.
"Jose, you'd better not ever touch her, ou else you'll lose that mucky hand," a dit Mello, pointing a gun at Jose. "And don't toi ever talk like that to someone who's smarter than toi are."
Ross laughed before saying "Jose, we won't stop him from shooting you." Yeah, who cared about me. I raised my middle finger at Jose before going suivant to Mello, who slowly lowered his gun. Jose could do nothing.
"Thank you, Mello," I whispered to him, this time making sure that nobody else heard that. I could clearly see the look in his eyes soften considerably, almost apologetically before he gave an almost unnoticeable nod.

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November 10th, 2012
Even after seeing a shinigami, obtaining a notebook which can kill and after threatening the president of the U.S. that you'll start World War III (I didn't approve of the lat one, it was honestly too much) toi tend to kind of panic when people just collapse and die around you. Like right now.
Mello and I paused for a short time before breaking into a run.
"Roy, Skyer, don't let them get the notebook," a dit Mello as he ran up the stairs with me right behind him. "Bring it up to the monitor room."
We got there just in time, but the other members didn't... All Mello and I could do was watch the two get caught...
"We're the only ones left," whispered Mello.
"Yes, I know what that means," I whispered back. "We'll have to do it."
Mello already had the trigger, so it only took him a seconde to blow up the entrances.
"I've blown up the two entrances," he shouted. "You're not going to be able to get out of this place easily now. That was only a warning, but I'm going to blow up the whole building next. I can see all your movements through monitors, so if toi don't want me to press the button, do as I say. First order, I want all of toi to smash the cameras on your helmets." We watched them hesitate, but then they obeyed. "Throw all your weapons over the railing," Mello continued. The policemen obeyed again. "One of toi hold the notebook and take another gas mask with you, the rest back away." Again, they wordlessly obeyed. I had a damn stupid feeling that they were not really listening to us, but to someone else. "Good, walk over to the door with the notebook. Take your casque off." Mello's face contorted in a twisted smile as I myself recognized the one who was standing before our door. "Ha ha ha," Mello laughed, "You again, Yagami... Maybe I should have killed you. But it's certainly interesting that we're exchanging the notebook once again. At a time like this it's easier for me to deal with straitlaced guys like you. Don't worry, I haven't got any tricks up my sleeve this time either. I won't let go of the detonation switch, but I won't have a gun with me, and I'll also have my hands up. toi can check as toi come into the room, so toi have nothing to worry about."
"You may do as toi said, Mello, but I have not promised anything," I whispered. Mello smirked. He obviously knew about my two pistolets rule.
"The only things toi can bring inside are the notebook and the masks," he continued. "Come on in."
Yagami, again, did as instructed. He walked in, but this time it was somehow obvious that he was confident. In some manner, Mello did keep his hands up, but I stood in a most defying manner suivant to my friend, my hands could certainly be considered to be up only par somebody who was sitting on their head.
"Bring the notebook and the mask to me, " Mello instructed. "I'm going to use toi as my hostage again."
But this once, all Yagami did do was stand still and mutter: "Mello... Volpes..."
"Hurry, man, we haven't got all jour for toi to recite our names," I replied.
"M I H A E L K E E H L," he said. "Your real name, Mello, is Mihael Keehl. V I C T O R I A N N A S I N C L A I R," he cited again. "And your real name, Volpes, is Victorianna Sinclair."
Good Lord... He knew my name... But how?! How could that be? Snydar must've slipped something, that son of a b*tch... I'd kill him if he were'nt already dead...
"We had already uncovered everything about toi two..." Yagami continued. "Give up. If toi surrender, we won't kill you. If I write your names down in this book, you'll die. Drop that switch and raise your hands. Now! Drop that switch."
"You can't threaten us," a dit Mello, laughing. "If toi try to write my name down, I'll press the button."
"Do it, then," replied Yagami in just a second. "I'm prepared to lose my life. I'd happily give up my own life if it means that you'd die as well."
"Stop trying to be a hero, Yagami. toi might be satisfied with that, but what about your men? You're going to sacrifice them too."
"They're my men, they're all prepared to face death."
"Oh, Yagami, even if what you're saying is plus than just a quickly thought lie, you'd doom not only your men, but their poor, innocent families, as well," I said, smiling one of my sweetest and most innocent smiles I could. And that does mean quite something. "You, Yagami, would be the one who will always traverser, croix their minds whenever in sorrow ou whenever there is not enough nourriture on the table. Your family might have been destroyed, turned to ashes... Your poor daughter is an innocent victim, but would toi be so monstrous as to bring that sorrow and pain upon some people which toi might not even know about? Would toi be so monstrous as to multiply your pain only for a personal vendetta, which would also put an almost cowardly end to your life? toi know you're not going to be around to be blamed, how cowardly..."
"I don't know how large that explosion of yours is going to be, but if there are going to be survivors, my fully equipped men have the best chance," a dit Yagami slightly shakily after quite a long break. "If I hold on to the notebook, it shouldn't get damaged beyond use. To tell toi the truth, we just want toi and the notebook to disappear."
"I assure you, Yagami, the explosion will be large enough to wipe toi off the face of this dirty world," I said, my expression turning to a sad and disappointed one. I loved playing with people like this.
"Give it up," a dit Yagami dismissively. Hah. "The only way you'll live through this is to surrender. Drop that switch.
A longer break before Mello biting his chocolat and saying: "Yagami... You've never killed anybody before, have you?" As he a dit this, he opened a drawer of the desk, and as I saw what was inside it, I considered it to be a green light for me. My hands instantly pulled a gun each out of each of my boots and pointed them at Soichiro Yagami, but as Mello lunged for the gun, the bloody dumb-arse Soichiro wrote down something which was almost certainly both of our first names.
"Stop it," a dit Mello firmly, but it was, obviously, of no use.
"Don't move!" shouted Yagami. "I only have to write down your last names. It'll only take me a second. Give up and hand yourself over to us."
Then, for some reason, Mello said: "I'm sorry, Yagami. toi should have just written my name down without hesitation. But now that I've noticed it, you're not going to get the chance to write my name anymore."
Then, I saw the useless (suddenly useful) douche bag (suddenly not as annoying) Jose déplacer quickly but silently towards a gun which was laying right suivant to him. I paid no attention to him, to be honest. Now I knew. Indeed, it was too late for good, honest Soichiro. When Jose started shooting at the man, I did as well. I disliked the idea of shooting him, but it was either Yagami ou me and Mello. As the two of us went to pick up the gas masks, the other policemen were trying to break into the room.
"Jose, get the notebook!" ordered Mello.
"It's no use," a dit Jose after trying to snatch the notebook from Yagami's hands. In the meanwhile, Mello and I put on our gas masks. Everything was set. "He won't let go of the notebook. Is he still alive?!"
After this, Jose pointed his gun at Soichiro's head, a monstrous, demonic and disgusting smile on his face, but the policemen broke through the thick doors.
"Damn!" shouted Jose.
I was not fast enough to put my two pistolets back before the policemen came in. As they barged in, I quickly tucked them back in my boots, but the policemen saw me and shot me once in my right hand and once in my right leg. Atrocious pain followed, but I tried my best not to shout. Thank goodness that I didn't drop the guns. Mello gave me a look of surppressed panic.
"It's all over," a dit one of the new policemen. "Drop that switch."
Yeah, right. Mello and I nodded to each other. It was yet another one of our nods which could only be seen if toi were looking for that in particular, and it was the nod which allowed the whole Mafia hideout to be blown up, along with our time with the named organization. It was all over. I was secretly relieved of this.