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Chapter 2

Reunion

So there she was. At the Los Angeles Federal Prison. Again. At eight o’clock in the morning.

Naomi didn’t really mind that, not much anyway. She had gotten used to working early, with little to none hours of sleep. Nor did she mind the fact that she had to destroy, again, a perfectly good laptop because of L’s orders. No, she did it once and shall continue to do it whenever it is necessary. She hoped L wouldn’t make a habit of it anyway.

But no, none of that bothered her. What did bother her was the fact that she had no idea what was it exactly that she was supposed to be doing there. She was told to arrive at eight; she had been there since seven thirty.

Seeing a man heading towards her, the warden she presumed due to his uniform, Naomi walked towards his direction. As he stopped directly in front of her said man checked a clipboard placed securely around his neck. He then shifted his gaze at her.

“Name?”

“Naomi Misora.” She stated gazing from the man to the clipboard. He held it a bit too tight, clearly intent on her not seeing what was written on it. “Identification please.”

Quickly taking out her wallet from her purse she showed the man her license, which he looked at intensely. She felt slightly uncomfortable, as he gazed at the license, the clipboard and her face. “Badge?”

“Right here.” She spoke as she flashed her badge at the man, prepared to show him her social security and birth certificate. He however just wrote a few things on his clipboard, and handed her a sealed blank envelope. Before she could even ask the man turned around and walked away.

Deciding it would be better to open the envelope; she did just that. The first thing that came out was a small key, followed by a letter written by computer. It read:

“Miss Naomi Misora;

Inside this envelope you’ll find all you need in order to get Tokyo, Japan. I have enclosed two flight tickets which will take you to Hawaii, USA; followed by arriving at Tokyo, Japan. I’ve also prepared a private transportation I got for you to take you from the prison to the airport. One of my associates shall be waiting for you at the airport in Tokyo. All I ask of you is to escort B during the plane rides. Considering your reputation this will be no great feat.

I have included, separately, a set of two fake ID’s for your personal use and B’s. Please use those names at all times.

L

PS: Do not worry for your things, I will personally send for them once you’ve arrived. As for anything you may need in between I shall be glad to comply.

PSS: I’ve also enclosed something for emergency use only.

PSSS: Burn this note. I’ve enclosed something for that as well.”

She blinked, dumbfounded, before reading the entire thing again. “He wants me to what!” Naomi didn’t even acknowledge the stares she got from nearby guards, since she was in shook.

‘I have to escort him.’

Why would L want, no, allow for her to actually escort a serial killer, alone. She took a deep breathe, trying to calm herself a bit. ‘Ok, ok… Since someone’s taking us to the airport; and we’re being escorted to L from the airport in Tokyo; which means that I would be alone with B only during the plane rides and at the airport in Hawaii. Well, not alone since they’ll be a lot of other people, but still…’

As she looked at her side she saw the warden walking towards her, this time with a small suitcase at hand. Handing said suitcase to her she noticed that the key she had just gotten was for it, and opened it. Inside were indeed the things L had mentioned: two tickets for Hawaii, two more for Tokyo; two FBI ID’s; a caliber pistol with a license for said pistol; and a lighter.

Her eyes eyeing the pistol, she supposed it was the “emergency use only” he had mentioned. Grabbing said pistol first, that already included a pouch, and placed in on her hip.

She grabbed one of the ID’s, which read the name Rue Ryuzaki, and sported a picture of said person. Honestly, how was anyone supposed to buy that that thing was a FBI agent. She grabbed the other ID, which sported the name Shoko Maki, and had a picture of her. Placing it on her purse alongside the tickets she picked the lighter and closed the briefcase. With a nod from the warden, who took the briefcase away, Naomi quickly turned on the lighter and burnt the letter.

Signing she took another look at B’s ID. It seemed that it was a photo from when he was convicted. Thought it had been altered so he didn’t look like a convict, and the then more visible burn marks had been edited. Rue Ryuzaki. Beyond Birthday. B.B. The man Raye had warned her about. The man L had told her it was ok to trust. The man who had been the killer behind the Los Angeles B.B. Murder Cases. And the man she had actually made Naomi sit like a freak in order to help her think. That man.

“Naomi Misora.”

She looked to the side at the recognition of the voice. Walking in between two armed guards, while still handcuffed, was Beyond Birthday, a smirk visible on his face. She tensed slightly.

“Miss Misora.” One of the guards spoke. “We hereby hand the prisoner Beyond Birthday towards you, while the specific details to this are unknown to us, by order of L you are to escort him.”

“Really?” Beyond’s spoke shifting his gaze towards the guard, then back at Naomi. “You really came through Naomi. I’m so grateful.” As Beyond gave a small laugh, Naomi took at the files the guard handed her. Signing them she was then given the keys to his cuffs, and turned.

“Good riddance freak.” The other spoke, as they walked away. Their only response was a smirk from Beyond. Turning to face Naomi Beyond couldn’t help shift his gaze down, then up again. “Well damn, you’ve gotten even better looking.”

“Right.” She just turned and signaled him to walk, which he did without hesitation.

After walking out of the front gates of the prison Beyond gave a small sign. “I’m seriously going to miss that place.”

“You could stay.”

“Oh no, I wouldn’t want to leave you alone now would I.” As she gazed around she saw a black limousine parked a bit from them. Guessing it would hurt to ask if that was what L had sent for them; she walked towards it, but stopped and turned. Seeing her gaze Beyond raised an eyebrow. “What? Do you really think I’ll make a run for it? I’m handcuffed, my body is not at its physical peak, your probably armed and even if your not you can and have kicked my a**. So I rather not-”

“That’s not it. Don’t you have anything to bring with you?” She gazed as she looked at him. With only a white long sleeved shirt and loose fitting jeans, he didn’t look a bit like a FBI. Even his tennis shoes looked broken and beaten.

“Actually, this is everything.” He spoke, gazing back at the prison. “In there they gave you the uniform.” Beyond spoke signaling the prison with a head gesture. “The only clothes I had that were mine are these ones and the ones I got taken to the hospital with. And the fire practically left me half naked in my underwear, I think, so those are none existent by now.”

“You got burnt everywhere?” She couldn’t help herself from asking, that had to hurt. With a faint smile he turned back to her. “Oh not everywhere. I’m still very much a man.”

“Not what I meant.”

“My apologies.”

-

It turned out that the limousine was in fact the one L had sent, and they got on their way towards the airport. The driver was a young man who drove a bit too fast for Naomi’s opinion, but had been very polite. He had held the door out for her and everything, something that Beyond had chuckled about. Everything had been going alright, aside from Beyond’s protest to rather walk to the airport than ride one of L’s limousines. Unfortunately for him Naomi didn’t want to walk, and he was shoved inside.

“So… I’m pretending to be an FBI agent.” Beyond spoke while looking at his new badge. “Rue Ryuzaki, you told him, didn’t you?”

“Yes, two years ago. He has rather good memory.”

“I heard all elephants do.” Beyond would have chuckled if not for the glare Naomi gave him, which in turn he just coughed. “What’s your alias?”

“Shoko Maki.” She replied as she showed him her ID.

“Cute picture, ugly name.”

“It’s an alias I had already used before on one of my first cases after I worked with L.” She said as she placed the badge back on her purse, while he placed his on his back pocket. Thought with great difficulty. “Not to sound ungrateful, but just how am I going to pose as a FBI with handcuffs on. Do you think they’ll buy the whole I tried to do a magic trick and lost the keys scenario?”

Naomi shifted her gaze directly at him, thinking. “Come on.” He spoke, wiggling the chains. “I’m not going to run away. I have nothing to gain from it. If I run, just post the news on the internet with my name and a picture for good measure. I won’t last a day.”

“I wouldn’t want a fate like that for anyone. Not even you.” Her eyes narrowed, as he just stared at her. He knew she hadn’t been like this before.

Before he could speak she grabbed one of his wrists and with the key quickly removed the handcuff, handing him the key afterwards so that he could remove the other. After tossing said handcuffs onto the floor he stretched his arms on opposite directions. “That’s better.”

Shifting his gaze back at her, Beyond couldn’t help but feel amused by her. She always amused him, always managing to keep her cool under pressure. Even know, sitting next to him, her features reflected no fear or even tension. Regardless whether or not she was feeling any.

“You know what?” Beyond broke the silence with a rather too cheerful voice, in Naomi’s opinion. “At first I thought I’d be laughed at when my… colleges found out I had been imprisoned by a woman.”

While her eyes narrowed, she did shift her attention to him. “A little chauvinist, are you?”

“Oh no.” Beyond corrected, wiggling his finger in response. “Not like that, it’s just…” After a brief pause, in which Beyond rethought what he was originally going to say, he continued. “Some dumb male pride which we have, thought perhaps it is a bit chauvinist.”

While Naomi continued to look at him Beyond placed on of his hands near his face, during which his thumb found its way onto his mouth. While that gave Naomi a small flashback of when she had met him originally, it appeared to help Beyond continue.

“Anyhow, the response I got was quite the opposite. At first everyone though you had set me on fire.”

“What? Like I’m that homicidal.”

“Your reputation states otherwise, Naomi Massacre.” Beyond couldn’t help but grin at the slight blush that adorned Naomi’s cheeks, thought he couldn’t tell if it was from embarrassment of reminding her of her past attitude, or anger that he had successfully contradicted her. Probably both.

“That was just a nickname.”

Shifting on his seat, Beyond turned his attention towards the window. Naomi just looked as she had expected a response from him. Before she could even speak he responded. “You’re something else Naomi… You surpass in beauty the women I’ve seen; and yet, you surpass in strength the men I’ve met. You’re a dangerous woman, Naomi Misora.”

“And this coming from you.” Naomi gave a faint smile as she relaxed on her seat; while Beyond just smiled.

“Touché.”


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I know what your thinking, "So much waiting for this crap?" Worry not, I've already started the next chapter. Part of the reason this one is a bit short is because the last part was transfered to it. It just didn't fit as well. Reviews (& jam) are very much apreciated.

-Rue