A phone rings in a dark hotel room. The curtains are drawn and the lights are off with no source of light in the room apart from the sun yearning to pass the black fabric blocking the window. “Hello?” a man answers the phone. Crouching on a chair, just as his mentor L use to do, which was facing the phone, almost as this person was expecting the phone to ring and was simply waiting. This man could not have been older than 18 yet there was something special about him, as if he was different. Standing at a measly 5’ 4” he did not seem much of a threat if he was in a fight, it also didn't help that he was mostly skin and bones and, by the look of his pale skin, he did not go out much either. “D it is Near” a voice is heard saying on the other side of the line “we need to talk”. “Near! We haven’t spoken in a while. In fact, if I am correct, we haven’t spoken nor seen each other since you left Wammy house” D says, while lifting a gummy bear to his mouth “How have things been?” he begins to eat the gummy bear. Near, trying to remain calm, breaths in and starts “D, though it is nice to talk once more, I must ask you to keep your mouth shut. This is very important! Do you understand?” Hearing the serious tone in Nears voice, D remains silent apart from his chewing. “I’ll take that silence as a ‘Go ahead’ ” D rearranged himself in his seat, still sitting like his mentor L and pressed his ear closer to the phone. “D this is important. Since L, Mello and Matt were killed it has been our job to take on the world’s toughest mysteries. ‘L’, D, ‘Eraldo Coil’ and ‘Deneuve’: with these disguises we've been making this world just that much safer. However now I fear that it will come to an end.” “What are you talking about, Near?” D calmly asks, it’s as if D only ever had one tone of voice, which was this low, almost depressing tone. “I am saying that I am going to be murdered within the next 72 hours and I am asking you to catch this murderer” Near explains “I am simply asking you to avenge me.” There is a long pause; Near waits quietly for a reply, while D is pondering if this is some sort of prank. Near was never the practical jokester, why would he do this now? Could he be serious? Is he really going to die within the next 72 hours? How would he know this and why wouldn't he just stop this? All these questions running through D’s head, he didn't know how to answer them. “If what you are saying is true, how do you know this?” D asks Near. “I have said too much already. I cannot help you with this. Just know I am in LA. I will die soon. If you can reach me before I die, I will give you more information. But for now, Goodbye.” *CLICK* dial tone sets in as D is still pondering everything over. Near was only 22. Young. Healthy. Nothing wrong what so ever. Was it Kira? Could it be that after all these years, the mysterious Kira has returned and is after Near? More importantly: how does Near know he is going to die? D stood up on his chair, climbed down and walked to the bedroom. There he found a suitcase and began filling it with shirts, pants, one pair of shoes and a book. D then went under the bed and pulled out a large plastic bag and began to empty it onto the bed. From the bag fell passport after passport onto the nice white sheets of the hotel bed. D began to search through them trying to find one with a name he liked; eventually stopping at one he had made only a few years ago, on it, the name read “Rue Ryuzaki”. A small smile grew on his face before he scooped up all the passports, threw them back into the plastic bag, kicked the plastic bag back under the bed, closed his suitcase and walked out of the hotel room. D opened the door to reveal a tall, muscular man standing there. He was wearing a fancy black suit with a white shirt and black tie. He was also wearing big black glasses and had an ear piece on him. “Going somewhere, D?” he asked in a very stern voice. “Yes, actually” D replied in an almost upbeat tone “I am heading to Los Angeles. Please keep my room safe while I am away, will you Rex?”. D walked calmly away, carrying his suitcase to the elevator, which was already open waiting for him. D walks into the elevator, with his classic slouch and presses the ‘ground floor’ button. “Oh! Rex!” the tall man turns and looks at D. As the elevator doors close D shouts out “don’t eat any of my candy!” The doors shut, leaving D alone with his thoughts and annoying elevator music.