The Reaper

Half British, Half Japanese, one hundred percent Psychologist. Removing her glasses from her face and leaning back into her mauve coloured couch in her office, Leon rubbed her eyes after staring irritatingly long at the files she had been asked to review for her colleagues. There were people suffering from poor self-esteem, from severe depression and Münchhausen's all the way to schizophrenic paranoia. It was a mad house.

"Miss Takada," her secretary called from the door, having opened it just a crack. Leon brushed back free strands of her hair and looked over her shoulder, over the back of the couch and towards the door. "A letter has arrived for you, it has nothing written on it, do you still wish to read it?" Leon's secretary asked, her voice ringing of a thick south london dialect. "Eh, yes, I've had nothing to do today but read about sociopaths, might as well see what this joke is about," Leon replied, rubbing her forehead. The psychologist put her glasses back on just as her secretary walked inside in her dainty heels and placed the white unsealed envelope on the coffee table in front of her.

"Thank you," Leon replied, picking up the item. Her secretary quickly walked away. She opened it and inside on the stationary was one thing. The letter L in what Leon considered a ridiculous font and a key card. "The bloody hell," she commented under her breath. The keycard had her photo on it with other security details like a CAC(computer access Chip) card. She looked the card over, realizing the card had details on it in Japanese, the native language of her mother. "Someone went through a lot of trouble to get me this," she said. She looked in the envelope further and found a plane ticket to Tokyo that left in three hours. She had family in Tokyo, so there was really no need for her to get too worried.

However, it quickly dawned on her. The plane left in three hours and someone clearly wanted her in Japan. "Okay, I'll play your game... L... whoever you are," she stated. She quickly got off of her couch and tossed off her white lab coat. She replaced it with her overcoat. "Cancel all my appointments for the next couple of weeks, something has come up," she stated to her secretary as she stepped out of her office. She turned and locked the door before she left the building, leaving a bewildered looking secretary.

After packing a few essentials in a small bag, Leon managed to make her flight with the keycard in hand. It was a good five hour flight until she arrived in Tokyo. "Okay, and this is where it's going to get strange, right?" she questioned bitterly to herself, looking around to see if there would be anyone looking for the black haired, blue eyed psychologist in the crowd.

"Excuse me, Miss Takada? My name is Watari, I have been requested to escort you to our destination," Watari was an elderly man with a thick white mustache and was balding. He wore a black suit and hat, which gave him the impression of him being a business man of some sort. His cell phone rang and he answered it before it got to the second ring, as if he was anticipating the call. "This is Watari."

"Watari, did you find Miss Takada?" asked a voice. It was certainly modified to hide the true voice of the speaker. The man named Watari did not find this strange at all and acted perfectly normal.

"Yes, she is right here with me," said Watari. "I'll be bringing her to the headquarters immediately."

"Thank you." said the modified voice before he disconnected the call.

Watari closed the cell phone and turned his attention to Takada. "I will fill in on all the details as we transport you to the headquarters. There are too many people around to discuss any information at the present time."

"This suddenly feels like I'm being arrested," Leon muttered a little bitterly to herself. She was ushered out of the airport and into the back of a black Mitsubishi. She scratched her face slightly before she sat down, her small bag being placed in the back by the chauffeur. The man named Watari sat in the seat next to her. There was nothing but silence in the car for a while.

Leon leaned on the door, her eyes starting to feel heavy. It had been a long flight to Tokyo and Leon had stayed up the whole journey. She couldn't stand to sleep on planes. Before the old man even had a chance to explain himself, the exhausted psychologist was out cold. She had kind of figured it out already. This all started when someone had sent her a couple of criminal profiles to an email account she used to have when she worked as a profiler for the London Police. She used to train officers on how to spot the traits of a lie on a person and how to correctly identify someone based on a basic profile.

The files were on the 'Kira' problem they had in Japan. She had briefly looked at them, but she had been so busy that day that it didn't catch her attention much. The title of the email had been "So what do you think?" and she still blew it off as a stalker or someone else trying to screw with her. She hadn't imagined it'd get to something like this. I'll play along... until someone dies.

Several large screens occupied a room, each with a different surveillance monitor that displayed several different places. On the largest screen displayed the insides of the Mitsubishi. A tall, pale man sat in a chair in an odd fashion as his dark eyes surveyed the screen with intensity. Miss Takada had passed out from her long journey and the man named Watari had entered in the back seat next to her.

The man tilted his head and grabbed a vanilla cupcake with his thumb and index finger. He held it delicately as he lifted the sweet and popped it in his mouth. His black, messy hair blocked most of his face from view if someone had looked at him from the side angle.

The chauffeur drove Watari and Leon Takada to the Headquarters of the Kira Investigative Team, organized and lead by the greatest super detective in the world: L.