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Ruling Child

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“I’m back!” I announced as I dramatically threw open the door to the Yagami house. 

Aunt Sachiko was vacuuming, and Light and Sayu were at the table, reading the newspaper and snacking, respectively. 

“Welcome back, Kimiko. How did it go?” Aunt Sachiko asked. 

“Pretty good. Yuri filled me in on all the notes and classwork I missed,” I said, shrugging off my bag. 

“Huh? Why didn’t you ask Light?” Sayu asked. 

“Light and I are in different classes, remember?” 

“Geez, what are all these TV stations thinking?” Light said aloud, seemingly oblivious to the previous conversation. Sayu and I shared a look as Light continued, “All the new year specials are about Kira. Look at this—‘Emergency news report—closing in on the truth of the Kira case!’ ‘Analysis—all night special on L and Kira!’” Light sighed. “Whatever.”

“Says the one who’s going to watch them,” Sayu prodded. 

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Yeah, I don’t think you’ve ever been so blasé about something police or justice related.”

“Well, I’m watching the All-Star Song Contest no matter what, so watch that stuff in your room, okay?” Sayu grinned. 

Light cast a mildly offended glance at the two of us. “I’m not going to watch it anyway,” he countered. “I’m going to be watching the Sapp-Akebono fight.”

Sayu made a face. “Oh . . . curveball.”

“Wait for it,” I said softly. 

“So hey, Sayu, tape the ‘Emergency News Report’ for me, okay?” Light said sweetly, gently tapping her on the head with his now-rolled-up newspaper. Knew it.  

“I knew it, you are going to watch it!” she laughed. 

“Of course he is, this is Light we’re talking about.”

Light tried for a mildly irritated look, but it looked more like a pout. “You’re both terrible.”

“She learned from the best,” I said, snickering as I stood a little taller in mock pride. 

“Anyway, I’m going to be studying until dinner,” Light said, heading towards the door—not forgetting to target my head with the newspaper as well. 

“Oi!” I threw my hands up to shield my head, but Light just laughed. I lowered my hands. “Right, by the way, Yuri said that Shinta was going to have a year-end party near his house. Apparently, it’s going to be like a bonenkai for minors.”

Light waved his hand dismissively as his hand rested on the doorknob. “Oh, what about Dad?” 

Aunt Sachiko, who’d just gotten around to vacuuming the area around the table, filled us in. “‘No such thing as New Year’s Eve for the police,’ he said. Or New Year’s either . . .”

Doesn’t that make tonight the night he meets L?  

Sayu clicked her tongue in irritation. “He was home for the holidays last year. It’s all Kira’s fault.” Sayu popped another orange slice in her mouth and said, “Ugh, I hate Kira, I swear.”

“Yeah, poor Dad . . .” Light said stiffly. 

Somehow, I could tell there was a rift growing between Light and the rest of his family. 

It was almost eleven when we made our way back from Shinta’s gathering. 

“I’m glad you decided to come after all,” I said as we walked home. The streets were mostly empty, with most people gathered around Shibuya and Shinjuku for the fireworks, or spending time with their families. 

“Yeah, I figured it would be nice to catch a break,” Light admitted, voice equally soft. 

“Shinta was pretty happy, too. I don’t think he was expecting you would come, since you declined earlier.” I sighed. “You know, Light, I’m worried about you.”


“You barely ever come out of your room anymore, unless it’s to eat or help Aunt Sachiko get groceries.” 

Light mumbled some excuse about studying, and I didn’t press the issue. Instead, I let my gloved hand find his as we walked back home through the cold winter night in silence, both ignoring the reaper looming behind us.

It was oddly metaphorical.

When the new year finally hit, I couldn’t help but glance at Light, who was looking far off into the distance, staring down an enemy he couldn’t see, with a gaze that was frightfully hollow.

It was New Year’s afternoon, and I couldn’t fight a yawn as I used my good hand to flip through some game manual Sayu had bought as she watched a Hideki Ryuga drama on TV. 

“Is Light still studying?” Sayu groaned. “It’s New Year’s!”

As if on cue, Light appeared in the stairwell. “What’s this I hear about me?”

“Not much,” I drawled glibly, “just that you’re a nerd.”

Light looked affronted. “I am not a nerd.”

Sayu and I shared a skeptical glance, to which Light let out a little “hmph” and sat down next to Sayu. 

“Ooh, you wanna watch, Light?” Sayu asked, already eager to explain the story to him. 

“Sure.” Light seemed pretty interested in the explanation Sayu dove right into, something about mononoke and ayakashi. 

“The lead actress is pretty cute,” I mumbled, glancing at the screen, as her character winked at the screen. 

“I know, right? Macchi—that’s her stage name, by the way—debuted a few months ago and she’s been super popular ever since!”

“Macchi . . .” I tested the name on my tongue. “Huh.”

Somehow, that caught Light’s ire. “So what?”

If Sayu noticed Light’s irritation, she didn’t make it obvious. “Look, Hideki Ryuga’s on now!” She looked at the TV eagerly, where Ryuga, who was obviously playing a kitsune spirit, made his appearance. That seemed to defuse the tension that had suddenly built around Light. 

“Sayu, can you take your father this change of clothes?” Aunt Sachiko said, emerging from the kitchen. 

Sayu groaned. “But Mom, I told you I’m going out with a friend today!”

I stood up. “I can go,” I offered. “Light and I studied till late last night, and I’ve been wanting to get out of the house.”

“Thanks, Kimiko!” Sayu cheered. 

“Are you sure?” Aunt Sachiko frowned, biting her lip. “You and Light have your entrance exams coming up in a week.”

“It’ll be fine; I’ve been studying pretty hard. In fact, I may be on par with Light soon.” I was, in fact, confident with my material. After all, I’d spent most of yesterday morning with Yuri doing practice tests, and I’d gotten as close to perfect as I could, with an average of ninety-six percent. 

“So now I’m the standard of comparison . . .”

“You scored the highest in the national practice exams, Light,” I countered. 

“So then, shouldn’t I go?” he asked. 

Ryuk snickered. “Planning on snooping around the task force headquarters?”

“Absolutely not,” I said in response to Light. “This whole week you’ve been obscenely snappish. You, Light, need a break .”

Sayu and Aunt Sachiko nodded in agreement. “That’s right, all you do is study!”

Abashed, Light sat back down. “There goes that idea,” Ryuk snickered.

“Remember to call his cell phone when you reach, okay? And take care. I don't want your shoulder wound reopening,” Aunt Sachiko warned. I bit my lip, taking the bag with my functional hand. 

I slipped my phone into my jacket pocket as I left the house. So I’m going to be the one meeting with Misora, huh? That means Light won’t need to kill her, and I can ease her suspicions, too. I’m pretty sure that she’d also managed to piece together that Kira can kill without needing to use just heart attacks . . . so that’s something L definitely can’t find out yet. 


“Who—? Ryuk! ” I hissed, having been startled from my chain of thought. “Aren’t you supposed to be with Light?”

“He sent me to follow you,” Ryuk said nonchalantly, seemingly happy to have gotten a rise out of me. 

“Isn’t there some sort of stipulation in the rules that you can’t stray too far from the human you’re possessing?”

“You seem awfully familiar with Shinigami rules, for a human.”

Then, I recalled what he had said the day of our first meeting—he’d called me “one of them ” when he knew that I had known something, but hadn’t expanded on it. “I’m ‘one of them ’, aren’t I?”

Ryuk seemed to stiffen. “One of what?”

“So you’re still not going to tell me, huh.” As much as I was dying to know what Ryuk knew about my situation that I didn’t, pressing him now would be useless. “Why’d Light send you, anyways? To keep an eye on me?” I asked, snorting derisively. Light doesn’t know I can see Ryuk . . . right?

“He was worried you’d mess your arm up,” Ryuk just said. 

“Oh.” Guilt churned in my stomach at the fact that I’d automatically assumed the worst of Light for the sole reason that he might have suspected I was up to something. Some “friend” I am.  

I was at the station before I knew it, and for some reason, Ryuk remained silent the whole way, the only indicator of his presence being the beating of his wings as he flew behind me, sending snowflakes scattering each time. 

As I’d expected, Naomi Misora was inside. I hesitated for a moment, before remembering Aunt Sachiko’s instructions to call Uncle Soichiro before dropping off the bag. 

“Hold this for a second,” I said, stuffing the bag in Ryuk’s hand, “and don’t make it obvious.” With my right hand free, I managed to pull my phone out and leave a voicemail to Uncle Soichiro—who, evidently, wasn’t done with his meeting with L. Letting out a sigh, I took the bag back from Ryuk.

I headed in, quickly walked over to the receptionist’s desk, and dropped the bag on it. “I'm dropping these off for Detective Superintendent Soichiro Yagami,” I said to the receptionist. 

“Ah, Yamada, it’s been a while,” the receptionist smiled. “I’ll have this passed on to the chief.”

I blinked. “Um . . .” Who is he . . . ? “Sorry, I’m bad with names and faces . . .” 

“All the receptionists seem the same, I know,” he chuckled. “Oh, well, we’re just small fry after all. Remember last year, when the two of you helped solve that insurance money murder? I was on duty that time, too,” he explained, and somehow, I could feel Misora’s gaze shifting to me. 

“Ah.” I’d never really paid attention to the receptionist, so I was in a significantly awkward position, and the added attention from Misora made me a little uneasy. “I, ah, I’m sorry about that.” Changing the subject, I added, “So, I write my name here, right?” He nodded his affirmation, and I quickly filled it in. “Actually, I’m relieved you remember me, since I’m not directly related to the person I’m dropping this off for.”

“Makes sense. So, are you and Light trying to solve the Kira case, too?” he inquired. 

I shrugged my right shoulder, noting thankfully that my jacket covered the bandage on my left arm. “We’ve got our entrance exams coming up soon, but we’re definitely making headway,” I said. “In fact, Light’s pretty confident we can solve it before L does.”

I heard Misora inhale sharply beside me. 

At that moment, the receptionist talking to her raised his voice exasperatedly. “You can trust us, come on. We're part of the NPA too, okay? We promise you, we'll pass your message on to the task force.”

Time for me to step in. “Um,” I said, which was always a good conversation starter, “My best friend's father heads the task force investigating the Kira case. If you'd like, maybe I could put you in touch with him?” I asked her, tilting my head slightly. I'd definitely caught her attention. “The only thing is, his phone’s off right now, so it'd have to be later.” Please fall for it, I begged. 

Misora just eyed me doubtfully. Fair enough.

“You heard about the FBI agent murders, right? Apparently a lot of people have been quitting the Kira task force since then,” I divulged, having figured that I’d have to give away some relatively confidential information in order to get her to believe me. “They’re probably pretty understaffed right now.”

“Um, Yamada, that isn’t something you should be telling—”

“Yeah, but it’s practically common knowledge by now. Anyone could figure it out, too.” That was a lie; that information hadn’t been revealed to the media just yet. Which was exactly why Misora should definitely have been leaning towards listening to me by now. “And if she has information about the Kira case, there’s no way she wouldn’t already know.”

“You’re . . . not wrong,” the reception guy (whose name I still didn’t know) admitted. “But . . .”

“Besides,” I interrupted again, “she’s clearly being extremely careful. Because of the murders of the FBI agents, whose presence was unknown to even the NPA itself before they took place, it’s clear that she’s insisting to meet with the task force directly because there’s a good chance that there’s a leak somewhere.” I paused. “So it’s clear that she doesn’t want to take any chances, in case Kira could get that information somehow.”

Both the receptionists glanced at each other, seeming to have found no fault in the reasoning I presented. And so did Misora, apparently, as she turned to me and bowed in gratitude. “Thank you,” she said, and though her smile was a little tense, I could tell she meant it. 

I smiled. “No problem. I honestly can’t wait to see this case solved,” I lied easily. 

“Oh, right,” Misora cut in, “didn’t you say to that receptionist that you were working to solve it yourself?”

“Well . . . yeah my best friend and I are actually working together to solve it ourselves—his dad’s the chief of police, and, well, that’s the person I was dropping off clothes for. The task force is probably in a pretty important meeting right now, since his phone’s off.”

“You must be pretty close, then,” Misora commented. 

“Yeah,” I admitted, loosening my tone as much as I could, “in fact, we practically live together.” I paused. “He’ll definitely call me when he sees my missed call, so if you don’t mind waiting until then, that would be great,” I said, not really sure how I was coming off. I mean, if I was honest, Misora had definitely been one of my favourite characters in the series, and meeting someone I admired so much in person was making my heart flip. 

Also, it did not help that Misora was absolutely stunning

“I don’t mind, as long as I can get this information to the task force—rather, as long as Kira gets caught.”

“Right,” I said, sitting down on one of the seats in the waiting area. “Well, obviously I can’t just give you his phone number—um, no offense—but you can definitely talk to him on my phone.”

“Thank you,” Misora said again. At least this time, she seemed less curt than before. 

“Oh, so you got her away from the actual task force, huh? Are you doing it to protect Light? Wonder what she wants to tell the task force. Could be lethal for Light, y’know,” Ryuk said, having finally spoken up for the first time since I made him my personal bag rack. 

Forget ‘could be,’ if it gets to the task force that Kira doesn’t only use heart attacks to kill, and since L knows that he can control his victims before they die, the investigation will definitely go ahead way earlier than planned. Light will get singled out by L way before he’s had time to prepare for it, too.

I bit my lip, glancing at Misora. Unfortunately, she noticed. “Yes?” 

“Oh . . . sorry, I was just wondering about what you wanted to share on the Kira case. The way Light—that is, my friend—and I figured it . . .” Here goes. “Kira’s powers are probably more vast than what people think.”

“Careful, Kimiko,” Ryuk drawled lazily, “there are cameras in here.” He’s learning, then, I noted. Light may just be a good influence on him.  

Misora stiffened. “I’ve noticed too. That’s why I’m here,” she said, and she looked like she was about to explain, when I cut her off. 

“That’s impressive, then,” I said, leaning slightly close (and ignoring my heart racing as I did so), “but this isn’t . . . the right place to talk about it. The NPA may be dangerous, after all. Mind if we step outside?” 

“Not at all.”

“Strange,” I mumbled the moment we were outside, “that even though I want to become a detective, that building makes me anxious.”

“Ah,” Misora just said. 

“My name’s Kimiko Yamada. I . . . well, I don’t want to seem too forward here, but . . . you’re Naomi Misora, right? The one who solved the LA— the Wara Ningyo Murders in Los Angeles?” At least her name isn’t going to be an obstacle.

“Oh, you know her?” Ryuk now seemed interested. 

Misora herself, however, was a little taken aback. “I’m surprised you knew,” she said carefully, “but yes, that’s me.”

I let some of my excitedness show. “That’s so cool . . . I’m actually a huge fan of yours,” I blurted out. I was almost definitely blushing, I realised belatedly. Dammit. Quickly, I added, “That’s why I was sure that if you had something to tell the task force, it would be pretty important. I guess that made me curious.”

“I see,” Misora said, having accepted my explanation. 

How much is it safe to give away without looking suspicious and while seeming to know less than her? Since the FBI agents had already died, it stood to reason (and memory) that L probably already knew about Light—about Kira being able to control his victims before they die. 

“Anyway,” I started again, recapturing her attention, “my friend and I were looking into the heart attack victims, and we figured that he can probably do more than just kill people—we figured that he could also control the time of death, and quite probably a certain degree of a person’s actions before they die.”

“That’s . . . that’s exactly what I think!” Misora asserted. “I didn’t think anyone else had . . .”

“You do? In that case, it’s good to know that we were on the same line as a professional,” I said, letting my done drift into awe. Then again, Misora had played a huge part in solving a mystery that was deemed by police officers as unsolvable. 

“I do think so,” she said, her voice confident, “He can control what people do before they die, yes, but that’s not all. If my analysis is correct,” she continued, looking me in the eyes, “Kira can kill people using other means than just heart attacks.”

Ryuk hummed appraisingly in the background. There it is.  

“I don’t think anybody else has realised this, but if the police go after Kira with that in mind, I think they can catch him.”

I pretended to think about it. “I’d never considered that,” I said, keeping my voice low. “But . . . if you’re right, that opens up tons of possibilities. Kira’s heart attacks . . . they’re like a signature, of sorts, but if he’s choosing to use heart attacks specifically, it would mean that he’s making his intentions clear, and that he’s trying to be noticed. By that manner, if he wanted a murder to go undetected, he wouldn’t use a heart attack . . .”

“Exactly,” Misora agreed, and I couldn’t help but be proud. Then, she lowered her gaze a little, and said darkly, “I’m pretty sure someone I know met Kira.” 

“Met . . . Kira?” I echoed, and it almost stung that she’d used ‘know’ instead of ‘knew,’ even though Penber was already dead. It must be hard to let go of someone you love. I bet that I’d be just as thrown off if Light were to die. I banished the thought—Light being dead was really not a possibility I wanted to consider. “Doesn’t that seem like a bit of a stretch? I mean, Kira would never reveal his identity, and I don’t think it’d be that easy to figure out. And . . . even if you’re right about it, the police would probably have a hard time believing you . . .”

“I know,” she admitted, “That’s why I want to explain my reasoning to the task force in detail.”

I’m wasting time . . . I need to convince her to turn back and not talk to the task force at all before someone comes back. If I can’t do it right and in time, Light and I are both screwed. “In that case, wouldn’t it be better for your friend to approach the task force directly?” I asked, hating that I was rubbing salt in a fresh wound. 

“He can’t do that,” she said softly, her breath almost hitching, “because he was one of the FBI agents that were killed . . .” Misora’s voice trailed off, as though she found it hard to believe herself. “He was also my fiancé. He told me he got mixed up in a busjacking, but if my hunch is correct, Kira was on that bus.”

“I . . . I’m sorry for your loss,” I mumbled. 

Misora shook her head. “That’s why I won’t rest for a moment until the police arrest Kira. And I’ll do everything in power to help them.”

“That’s admirable . . .” I murmured, then it hit me: the bus hijacking was what I could use to sway Misora. I even had proof I was there. “But . . . what makes you think Kira was on that bus?”

“The hijacker was a killer that was wanted for holding up a bank two days earlier, and he died when he was run over by a car. Eight hours before that, another wanted criminal tried to rob a convenience store and was stabbed to death.” 

“Ooh, this is getting interesting . . . you know, this could get Light in trouble,” Ryuk commented. 

“Two wanted criminals committed crimes on the same day, and both died at the scene in accidents. That’s highly unusual. And eight days after the busjacking, my fiancé and the eleven colleagues that had come to Japan all died, and during those eight days, more than twenty people with some link to crime, including petty criminals, died inTokyo of heart attacks, but after all the agents died, this spate of deaths abruptly stopped.”

“You’re . . . right,” I said. 

Misora nodded. “My fiancé . . . the convenience store robber . . . and the busjacker . . . they were all used by Kira in order to murder the FBI agents in Japan. I’m sure of it.” Misora continued to explain that she figured that the convenience store robber was likely used as practice for the hijacking, which was in turn a measure to get information on the FBI from Penber. 

Now’s my chance. “To think . . . I could have been so close to Kira . . .” I almost whispered, making sure it was just loud enough for Misora to hear. 

“Oh? What are you doing? Won’t this get you in trouble?” Ryuk definitely was interested now. 

“I’m sorry, what ?” Misora’s guard seemed instantly raised. 

“Say . . . is it safe for me to assume that the busjacking you mentioned happened on December twentieth? On a bus headed to Spaceland?” I asked, keeping my voice low. 

She looked at me, more alert than ever. “That’s precisely the one I meant.”

I shook my head, shrugging off the left side of my jacket. “I was on that bus. The hijacker ended up getting me in the arm,” I said, revealing the bandage that covered it.

Misora’s eyes widened, and I could tell she was trying to piece it all together, and then, right when I was getting anxious, she said, “You got shot ?”

“I . . . yeah. I was going to Spaceland with my friend, and then the bus got hijacked. It’s mostly a blur, so I don’t really know too much, and I didn’t see who your fiancé was, or to whom he showed his ID, though, but Light might be able to recall.”

Misora’s eyes practically shone with hope. “Really?”

“Yeah. I can definitely talk to him about it when I get home,” I affirmed. 

“That’s good, then,” she said, “but I’d also like to talk to the task force about it directly, too. Could I ask for you and your friend to come in as witnesses for the bus hijacking?”

“Ohoho, looks like this could mean trouble. You know, I could always just come get Light,” Ryuk snickered. “He’ll kill her easily, since you know her real name.”

That’s not gonna work! I thought for sure what I said would have been enough . . . Think, Kimiko, what would Light do? What did Light do? You know, other than killing her . . .  

Desperately grasping at straws, I said, “Funny you should ask that,” all the while thinking wildly for any possible excuse. 

“Funny? How so?” Misora seemed a little confused. 

“Well, I mentioned that he and I were working on the Kira case, right? As much as we do want to solve it before L does, we are cooperating with the task force, too. I don’t really know if you heard earlier, but he and I have actually helped the police with several difficult cases in the past.” Of course, it was a blatant lie, but my history with Light backed it up. 

Ryuk cackled in the background. “Oh?”


“Yep, that’s how we were able to figure out about Kira being able to control his victims. Officially, we aren’t really supposed to be members of the task force, since we’re in high school, and we haven’t been able to do much recently because of our entrance exams . . .” I paused to scratch the back of my neck in a sheepish gesture. “I’m not actually supposed to tell anyone . . . y’know, that I’m actually helping them out, but with everything you already know, I don’t think this could hurt.

“Of course, we haven’t actually participated in the task force meetings because of school and the upcoming entrance exams, plus L’s need for secrecy, but we have more of less full access to the Task Force’s information, and my friend’s dad is our pipeline of getting through directly to the task force, but they definitely trust us. Each member was, in fact, hand-picked by L.”

“If you’re meant to keep it secret, why tell me?” 

“That’s simple. I trust you,” I said, and it was almost jarring how easily I was able to drop the wort trust . “And if I’m not mistaken, L does, too. According to the rumours, L was called in for the Wara Ningyo case, and if you were chosen to solve it under his counsel, there’s no mistake that you’re trustworthy.”

“Thank . . . you,” she said after a moment to think. “But perhaps we should head back to the NPA building now—I’m sure that someone will be back by now, and I have made an appointment with them.”

She’s still not giving in! And she was careful to have made an appointment, too . . . “What time was your appointment for?”

Misora checked her watch, then answered, “Almost twenty minutes ago.”

“And don’t you think it’s odd that they haven’t followed up on it, with at least an email saying it’ll be delayed?” I asked. Of course, it was a leading question. “And in addition to that, they said there was no one in headquarters.”

“It did seem strange to me, yes . . .” she admitted. “Are you saying that they won’t meet with outsiders?”

I nodded. “Yep. They’ve gotten a ton of false leads already, with people even claiming to be Kira. Each day they spend investigating that is another day that Kira keeps killing people, and the police aren’t allowed to shirk their duties just in case there’s the off-chance that someone is who they claim to be.”

“Oh, that’s good,” Ryuk admitted. “You even got her to think that herself!”

“But I can always pass this on to them directly, since they trust me. I can’t help but think that this was fated—that you could tell me, that I would know you, and that it could overall help defeat a common evil . . .”

“You know, Light uses that trick a lot, bringing ‘fate’ and ‘destiny’ into things,” Ryuk commented offhandedly. 

Misora let out a small sigh of relief. “In that case, thank you. If talking to you means my information can get directly to the task force, then I’m sure that’s enough.”

“Anytime, Miss Misora,” I said, smiling. 

“Naomi’s fine,” she just said, and somehow, I felt something akin to success at being able to address someone I admired to this level by their first name. Even if there was a good chance I wouldn’t see her again.

“Then I’m Kimiko,” I said, to which Misora smiled warmly—perhaps for the first time since Penber died—and somehow, it sent me reeling. She should smile more often.

A phone began to chime with an email. Of course, it must have been Mis—no, Naomi’s. She muttered a small “excuse me for a moment” to check it out, and as she did, I noted her eyes widening in abject horror. 

“Is something wrong?”

“It’s—I’ve been recalled to the FBI on a favour,” she said tightly. “A convict’s broken out of jail, apparently, and they’ve asked me to follow up on the case since it was one that I was in charge of, leading to his first arrest.”


“I quit around three months ago, after Raye and I first got engaged,” she explained. After that, it was a rushed goodbye and another thanks from Naomi for helping her out, and then she left. 

“That was close,” Ryuk said after she’d left. 

“It was,” I admitted. “But it worked out in the end.”

Ryuk chortled behind me as we both walked back home, both of us completely unaware of a pair of keen red eyes following our movements from a distance. 

“. . . believe how she’d got you. In fact, she’d figured you out completely, right down to the busjacker and convenience store robber.” 

I’d been walking past Light’s room when I heard Ryuk recounting briefly the Naomi Misora incident to Light. Damn Shinigami doesn’t know how to keep his mouth shut, huh? At least he can’t tell Light Naomi’s name.  

“You were lucky Kimiko was there to stop her,” Ryuk cackled. 

I heard Light hum in acknowledgement. “That confirms what I’ve been thinking, then,” he said, his tone pensive, but still on edge. 

“Oh?” I could picture Ryuk’s grin spreading wider. 

Light’s next words shook me to my core: “It means that she knows I’m Kira.”