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Okay, BloodWineVampiress93, before we get playing, we need character profiles.

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Personality:
Bio[optional. I hate writing these out, don't you? Lol.] :
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Death Note or Investigator:

Name:Misteor
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Personality: Seductive, sadistic, strategic, and whatever else I want to do in the roleplay. Haha.
Bio[optional. I hate writing these out, don't you? Lol.] : I'm just gonna put that he is a super genius and that his mother is an investigator. That's how they'll meet. Lol.
Appearance:
Death Note or Investigator: Death Note

Name: She is known as Athena
Age: Uknown
Gender: Female
Personality: Genius, stubborn, bizarre, alluring, and anything else I come up with as we go along.
Bio[optional. I hate writing these out, don't you? Lol.] : She is a world renown investigator, known as Athena, though nothing else is known about her. She is recognized as a universal genius and has not been known to have ever not solved a case. She hides her identity, and the police don't even know her gender (At first, that is).
Appearance:
Death Note or Investigator: Investigator

[dramatic Kira music, please... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pd-DDPwLmbQ Click and listen while reading... Read slowly to capture the true epicness of it.]

Misteor wrote down yet another five names. He packed away the Death Note and his pen. But he wanted more... He wanted the scum of the earth gone and dead, to create the ideal world for living! He opened his drawer and reopened the Death Note and took his pen back out, twirling it in his hands. "You're next..."

[Wait for people to start singing int the music before you read here. Sorry the intro paragraph wasn't long enough.]
He wrote ten more names, each dying of stabbing themselves with sharp metal from the walls of their cells. They'd know how much each of their victims suffered. "They.... Must... Die..." He said, entranced by his power. Another three people. Then two more. They all must go... Then five people. He smiled wickedly at the names he had written.

Now they were suffering. They were all dying right now. And he laughed. He was becoming a God in this Hell of a world. Misteor was bringing Light to the world... And it would last an eternity...

The TV was on in a small dark room. Someone sat on a chair in front of it. Their hand was up by their mouth. Their head turned to the side so that their gaze rested on on a young man who was standing just inside the door. Their face was covered in shadow and their eyes held a little gleam from the light of the hall on the other side of the partially opened door.

"Intriguing, no?" the man asked, reading the other person's expression through their eyes alone. The eyes closed for a moment, and they nodded. The man turned and exited, it was all the cue he needed. He walked down the hall and entered another room, collecting some objects into a briefcase. He returned to the dark room where the news was still on, the light from the TV splashed onto the person's face, showing a lighted silhouette.

"Athena..." he began, but stopped when the penetrating eyes were on him again. He shook his head, a motion that implied a meaning of Never mind. He looked at the small crouched figure on the chair. Athena, the goddess of wisdom in Greek mythology, it fit perfectly, though it was the code name, he felt reluctance in using it, why couldn't the genius in front of him pick a better name? They were a genius, correct?

"Akira..." the name was whispered, impossible for the real voice to be made out from it, though Akira already knew the real voice, "Take care. No one is to be trusted."

Misteor closed the Death Note, content with tonight's killings. He sighed as he noticed it was dusk. It was getting late. "Misteor! Time for dinner!" He heard his sister, Yuhi, call. She was about twenty, but was staying home as she went to college. He sighed and unlocked his door, walking downstairs to the dining room where his sister had prepared dinner.
"Mom working late tonight?"
"Probably all night. But I got you taken care of!" Yuhi said with a smile. She always cared for him. It actually got a little obsessive...
"Yeah, you do. Thanks. It smells delicious." He said, sitting down. He took a bite of the beef she had made. She was a good cook.
"Soooooooooo..... How is it?" She asked loudly.
"Perfect, Yuhi."
"I knew it!" She said, practically jumping with excitement, causing Misteor to sigh.

Akira walked up to the police building. He wore a long coat and a fedora hat. He carried the briefcase that he had filled earlier. He went up to the secretary's desk.

"Hello," he said, quietly, "I need to speak with the head of the police, it is of utmost importance and cannot be delayed." He looked at the lady sitting at the desk with his deep eyes peeking out from underneath the brim of the hat.

At this time, Athena still sat in the chair. The TV was still turned on, and the channel was still the news, but it had been muted and subtitles were at the top and bottom of the screen. A computer was on the coffee table before the seated figure, it was turned on and open, already working on the tasks set before it by its user. A box of pocky sat beside it, open. A thin dexterous hand reached out and delicately picked up a slender stick of pocky and brought it to the waiting mouth.

*Crunch* And the pocky was all but gone. The head of the detective tilted to the side as the piercing eyes stared forward at the screen. A single question was brought to the attention of the very inquisitive mind, "How?"

Misteor finished his food and washed the dishes for his sister. Then he listened to her ramble on about how such a good brother he was and other stuff like that that got old after the first eight hundred times. So once he was done all of that he went to the living room and turned on the news. And there was reports on twenty jailed criminals committing suicide with scrap metal and ten dying of heart attacks. He smiled at his handiwork. They were saying that they had a being named "Kira" as their only suspect. But they didn't know if it were the act of a God or a virus that caused mental breakdowns and respiratory attacks. He smiled at those thoughts.
"That Kira is nothing but trouble!" Yuhi said, suddenly sitting next to Misteor. "It's just a killing machine! Nothing more! I hate it!"
Misteor laughed. If only she could know...
"What's so funny?!" She asked angrily. She didn't take people laughing at her opinions well.
"Uhh.. Nothing! Just your reaction!" He said, but got a bop to the head anyways...

"Ahhh, Kira," Athena said, voice soft, "Kira, Kira, Kira." The head of the great detective shook sadly, as though a feeling of sympathy was expressed, "Can you not see that you are wrong?" A soft chuckle, "No, of course you cannot." A slight tilt of the head, shoulder length hair falling to the side, "You are blind."

At the police station, Akira was making little progress in trying to explain things to the small brained receptionist without explaining things. He wouldn't give up for Athena's sake, but he was getting frustrated.

"I must not lose my temper," he breathed. He looked around and approached a police investigator. "Ma'am," he began, "I need to speak to the head of the police, it is of utmost importance and cannot be delayed."

[Note: The police investigator is supposed to be Misteor's mother...]

[Wait... Athena? Or the Chief of Police?]

Misteor rubbed his head. "Yuhiii! I was kidding!"
"Then don't laugh at my opinions!"
"I'm sorry!"
"You should be!" She said with a laugh. Misteor smiled.
"I am, I promise." He thought of writing her name in the Death Note, but a few glomps a day wasn't bad. Besides, she was the only one that was really ever there for him...
"So let's watch television! MTV Sounds good!"
"But they don't even really show music anymore..."
"It doesn't matter. They have some good shows."
"Meh... It's not my thing. I'll just go upstairs and... write that story that I've been working on the past two weeks." Misteor said, referring to writing in the Notebook she didn't know existed.
"Mmhmm. See you tomorrow, little brother!"
Misteor left and pulled out his Notebook and killed two more criminals by heart attack and one by ripping off his own arm and bleeding to death.

((The one that Akira is talking to.))

Athena tapped the mouse.
"Akira..." the mutter was slightly annoyed, "What is taking you?" Impatience, it wasn't one of Athena's better qualities, but it rarely surfaced, unless under some of the strictest situations, and this was something to worry someone. Of course, Kira didn't know about them yet, but he soon would. Athena wasn't so stupid as to get in the way of danger, but to catch Kira, the media would probably come in handy. The eyes returned to the TV.

[Hmm.... How to reply now...?]

Misteor checked his alarm clock. Half past midnight... He quickly showered and changed to some sweatpants. "Yuhi! I'm going to sleep! I have my college entrance test tomorrow, and I'd like to rest!"
"Good idea! 'Night, hun!" One of her many nicknames...
"'Night." He said, and crawled into bed. He closed his eyes and felt the warmth of the blankets coat him in the cold night.
"Some girl, huh?" The Shinigami asked from the corner of the room.
"Yeah, yeah. I asked you not to comment about her."
"Yeah, but I can't help it. She's just kind."
"Yep. She might as well be my mother... I never see the woman..."

Athena stood, turned off the TV and walked behind the chair and leaned on the back of it. The shoulder length hair fell and obscured the face that was barely lit by the computer screen. The dexterous fingers on the thin white hands tapped the back of the chair. *Tap tap tap* The muffled sound soon annoyed the maker of the sound and so it stopped, pacing was hardly a choice, because pacing would lead the figure out of view of the computer screen and that was not a viable option. The figure reached into the deep pocket of the oversized shorts it wore and took something out, which were promptly put into the considering mouth and swallowed.

Misteor woke up the next morning and yawned and stretched. He had to visit the college today to take the entrance exam. He stood up and walked into the bathroom to shower. He dikd so and got dressed in nice clothes. He walked downstairs where Yuhi had already made breakfast.
"Morning, sleepyhead."
"Hey. Mom come home last night?"
"I don't know. She's being bogged down with a new case. She says it's unsolvable."
"Well, that stinks... You gonnna drive me then?" He asked, beginning his breakfast.
"Sure thing, little brother."
"Thanks..." he said, a little upset. He had wanted his mother to be there...

Finally at some point, Akira had gotten in to see the head of police and Athena had told them the theory on Kira. There was little stability to the theory and even Athena had a hard time believing in it at times. After that, Athena had stayed up most of the night, working on that theory, trying to give it some solidity. By the time the sun rose, Akira had walked in on the passed out genius and had covered the frail body with a blanket. But the sleep hadn't lasted long and the small person was back up before noon and working on the theory again, there was no point in throwing work at the team in the police who were working on the Kira case with Athena unless there was a scrap of proof that would give them hope. Athena hated bringing people down.

Yuhi's keys jingled as she picked up her keys. "Okay! Let's get going!" They got into the car and she started it. She drove at the speed of light. "Okay, hurry! I don't want you to be late! Bye!" She said, kicking him out and driving away.
Misteor sighed. "I'm an hour early..." He said, slinking into a bench sitting in the courtyard. He reached into his bag and fingered around for the Notebook. He picked it up and sighed with relief. He couldn't be calm unless he had it. So he began taking out a pen to begin writing names from a page printed from the Kira website requests section...

Athena pressed the button on the microphone so that the people on the Kira case team could here a new idea.

"I would like to see..." A list of requests then followed. A soft sigh, a camera gave sight to the large room with scurrying police officers following orders, a small wish to be there with them led a small hand to tuck dark hair behind a small ear. Sharp eyes caught every detail.

Doubt seeped into more than one mind, Athena knew it. How could a killer like Kira be caught, apparently killing criminals alone all over the world. It was a intimidating task, but that was why Athena was there. Athena, they all put their trust in Athena. A shake of the head dislodged the hair hooked behind the ear and it fell into the face of the small investigator again.

"Misteor Yakao has finished with the highest scores in twenty years. A 99.3%! Outstanding!" The proctor exclaimed after finishing the grading. And everyone's head turned to look at him. Some envy, some annoyed, some flirtatious... And he just tried smiling calmly. He hated things like this. Obviously, he was getting into the college...
"Thank you, ma'am." Misteor just said calmly and tried to block out the attention until it was time to leave.

"Soooooo, how'd it go?" Yuhi asked excitedly.
"Just fine. I got top grade in twenty years, apparently. 99.3."
"Oh my God! Really?! I knew it, I knew it, I knew it!" She said, jumping in her seat. "Mom will be so excited! Let me call her now!" She said, dialing the number to the police station and practically shoving the phone into his ear.

"Interesting," the voice said through the microphone to the police on the team, "Every one of the criminals who were killed had their names somewhere in the media." All who heard it stared, even Akira.

"What are you saying?" Akira asked. He was brilliant, but he was overworked.

"I'm saying, Kira probably needs the information of a criminal to kill them." Every person in the room seemed shocked, on the other side of the camera and microphone, Athena smiled a little, "Kira is, after all, human just like us." The wheels were turning in the brain of the investigator. If Kira used the media to get the information on the criminals, then Athena could use the media to find out where Kira was.

"Yeah. Yes. No. Okay, see you." Misteor said, talking with his mother. Just a few short questions, then back to work. Like usual.
"What'd she say?" Yuhi asked.
"I don't know. She was so busy, I doubt she was paying attention. Mom's investigating Kira."
"Good. The sooner he's gone, the better." She said.
Misteor chuckled, and got a bop to the head. He just couldn't help but laugh at the irony. "I'm sorry!"
"Why is it so funny whenever I mention Kira? Do you like him or something?"
"Well..." He said, but decided he would "side" with his sister. "No. He's just scum..."
"Good to see we're seeing eye-to-eye." She said, pulling up to the house. They walked inside. "Why don't you watch some television while I fix dinner?"
"Sure." He said, walking to the television and turning on the news.

"I have an idea," Athena said into the microphone, "It may not sound...ethical at the moment, but I think it will work." Athena went on to explain a plan that included tricking Kira into killing a criminal on TV. It was a rather elaborate plan, but with Athena's connections, it would only take a few hours to set up. The bright eyes watched with satisfaction as the plan was being put into action. A few keystrokes here and there, gave Athena the perfect vantage point to interfere with the broadcast at will, should things go according to plan.