You've got that "Killer" instinct
Study, and the desire to get himself away from everything that seemed to be going on as of late, dragged N into the library. He didn't mind being alone--as a matter of fact, since Light had dissapeared, he rather enjoyed it.
So, N sits on the floor in the library, stacking books. It's been a rather uneventful day, but the trials of balancing the ( Read more... )
So, N sits on the floor in the library, stacking books. It's been a rather uneventful day, but the trials of balancing the ( Read more... )
N doesn't miss the clatter of the lighter, but to be frank, he hardly cares, returning to what he'd been doing previously.
...but really. Law?
He frowns for a moment, trying to figure this out. Matt had been acting irregularly--as Matts tended to go. Of course, he could simply be brushing up on the Kira case, or something to that extent for when he returned home. N certainly didn't recognize him as someone he'd met before around here. The tattoo on the inside of his wrist--when he took off his gloves to read--was also.. interesting. N wasn't an exact profiler where Matts were concerned, but. Something about this one just rubbed him the wrong way.
He turns back, stacks a few more books, frowning.
...Political Science? Psychology?
And that weird look he'd been given too, when he met Matt's eyes the first time. Hesitantly, he reaches out and wraps his fingers around the lighter, pulling it back to where he was sitting and turning it vaguely in his fingers.
But N doesn't bother to take it apart--he doesn't want to give Matt the satisfaction of his curiosity and, to be honest, he didn't care enough to. But he does stand and place it atop the highest book tower he's built, like a trophy of sorts, before moving to a different corner of the library and sitting down again, pulling more books out of the shelf to start again--making perhaps a bit more noise than usual.
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And that was, perhaps, what bothered Matt the most.
So, armed with a notebook and a pencil, he begins to take notes in a code he had invented for the sole purpose of his own personal privacy. Only he and his 'colleagues' knew the key, so it was safe enough that anyone looking at it would think it was just gibberish.
But when he hears the noise, he turns to N and arches an eyebrow, before shrugging and returning to his notes.]
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A fucking hour and a half, and the idiot hadn't left yet. N can still see Matt studying away--the longer they stayed here, the longer his suspicions were confirmed--the Matts he knew would never do something like this. Wait in a library, reading books on law, politics for hours, just taking notes? Especially in a place like this, where such studious tasks weren't required in the slightest.
No. This wasn't a regular Matt.
And N, being who he was, was perhaps one of the most able to believe or suspect anyone of being involved on the wrong right side of the case--though he hadn't quite gotten to full suspicion yet, it was a bit closer than absent wondering.
Finally, he stands up and moves towards the exit, not bothering to put the books back. He's had enough of this for one day, fully ready to go back to Mihael and talk about something utterly nonsensical.
"...It's been a pleasure. Matt, is it?"
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When N speaks, Matt looks up and removes the goggles long enough to rub irritably at his eyes, bringing the world back into focus.]
Likewise. And yes, I'm Matt. N, I presume?
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So, if Matt knew his name--alias--then was it possible he already knew that N was Kira? No. It wasn't a sure thing--someone could have just mentioned it in passing, or perhaps Matts own Near went by the letter. Of course, there was a chance that the blind bastard had gotten to him, but even then, what had N done to tip off his identity? Nothing, that he was aware of.
Which was why this should work.
"Just Near, I'm afraid. N lives down the hall from me."
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That done, he pulls out a kretek, but pats himself down with a frown - apparently just noticing his Zippo was gone.] Ah- have you seen my lighter? I think I dropped it.
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"No, I haven't. Try retracing your steps." He murmurs with a small smirk, leaning against the wall next to the door.
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He pockets the lighter and kretek, politely thanking N for his assistance - or lack thereof.] I'm going to head down to the kitchen for a quick bite, would you care to join me?
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Under any normal circumstances, he would have said no. He wouldn't have cared enough to, and he would have wanted to get out of this annoying person's presance. But Matt was different, intriguing--he'd automatically assumed that he was N, which was odd, at best. Even after scouring his mind, N couldn't recall any dead giveaways to point to him being... well, him. Not another Near.
And though he detested using that name, it would be useful if he wanted to get information or otherwise.
Curiosity piqued, he nods somewhat, glancing off.
"They have pudding cups. Those are my favorite."
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Really? Vanilla or chocolate?
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"Butterscotch."
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When they make it to the kitchen, he gets himself a Dr. Pepper and bag of Hot Fries, then takes a seat at the table's far end.]
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"Are you new here? I don't recall seeing you before."
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That's all he offers before taking a bite of the pudding, swallowing before glancing off with an annoyed sigh.
"After awhile, time starts to lose its meaning."
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