Y: pov

And if L is in Australia... there is a 5.02% chance that he tracked me here and wanted to find out who I am...

If that is in fact the case... perhaps I should play a little game.

First off, a letter to the police in poet format printed from a computer...

Yes that should be the first clue..

But how shall I announce this game to him... or her...

Him is easier. I think I should use male pronouns. "According to this, Y thinks that the victim should use an allies. Apparently there is a 51.98% chance that the criminal would want to erase all evidence of ever meeting with any member of that family and he thinks that its safer to protect that child under a false name.." The police officer spoke.

"Hay!" I called. "..Yes?" The officer asked. "Would I be guessing right if I thought you were talking about me?" I asked although I already knew.

"Ah.. yeah." He answered uncertainty. "Oh, and by false name, you mean fake name right?" I falsely inquired.

"Yeah..." he nodded.

"Could I come up with my new name!?" I asked loudly on purpose.

He scratched the back of his head. "I guess you could suggest..." he mumbled.

"Charlie!!! I want to be a Charlie!!!" I giggled slightly.

"Well... I guess that's a decent name..." he was awkward.

"Your not used to talking with children... are you..?" I asked him the obvious question.

He only nodded glumly in reply.

I made a sound of understanding. "Don't worry, your not alone. I'm pretty sure there are a lot of adults and even some children, who find it awkward to try to have a chat with other kids." I smiled reassuringly at the policemen.

He brightened up. "Sure! Thanks a lot, -" I cut him off. "For security reasons please call me Charlie." I told him.

He sighed. "Thank you again Charlie." He mumbled depressingly.

"Hay! Mr police officer, what's your name anyway?" I asked him.

He had shoulder length messy red hair and honey gold eyes with chocolate brown flecks.

he wore a light brown and grey suit with a dark green tie.

"Oh, I'm Tyler Rose." He grinned.

"Well Mr Rose, I think it will be better for your manly pride that I call you Mr Tyler!" I smirked childishly.

He blushed as red as his hair in embarrassment. "..Ye-yeah..." He sighed.

I was about to say something else when Reilee came running into the corridor and crashed right into me, her short hazel hair in my face as we crashed.

"Ahh..." we groaned in unison. Reilee abruptly got up, her vivid green eyes meeting my own dull eyes.

"Sorry!!! I didn't mean to!!! -" I cut her off, "from now on, please call me Charlie, its to protect my identity."

"Right..." she scratched the back of her neck, "sorry -" I interrupt once again. "Charlie."

"Yes.. Charlie..." she pouted.

I sighed. I pulled out a strawberry jam tart from my bag.

"I'll give you this strawberry jam tart if you stop making that face..." I bargained.

Her green eyes sparkled vividly with excitement. "JAM TART!!!" She shouted grinning a wide grin as she snatched up the tart from my hand and held it in the air as though it were a trophy.

I smiled at her. She loves jam tart's as much as she likes to invent. You can bribe her to do almost anything for a pack of jam tarts.

Even spend a night at the local cemetery... that incident will not be repeated or spoken of ever again...

Back to the present, Reilee was twirling around in circles holding 'her precious' dessert above her head.

"Jeez, you kids are bloody mental." A strongly accented male voice sounded.

Another red head, only this time one in hand cuffs. "Move along O'keith. These kids aren't of any concern to you." The tall man behind him reminded.

"Hay! Ain't she, the one wit' the long blonde air' the one whose' family got killed?" He asked. "Come on, move along already..." the officer said getting annoyed. "C'mon, I'm a Terrorist, not a cold bloo'ed killer', hurtin' kids just ain't, my style!" He grumbled.

"Yes and I'm sure you didn't just set a school building on fire." The officer said with an overall annoyed tone of sarcasm in his voice.

"Oh, C'mon, I made sure' dat' the building was evacuated before lightin' dat it' ! An' I'm sure' dat' the kiddies won't mine' some' time of from' dat' ell' ole'." He reasoned with his thick accent.

the officer rolled his eyes at the odd criminal. "An' ya' don' ave' ta' treat me so rough, ya' know, I turned miself' in' so I ain't gonna run on ya'!" He protested to all the shoving.

As the two disappeared down the corridor to the interrogation room I felt a laugh try to bubble to the surface.

'He reminds me of you... big brother...' I thought fondly.

Reilee pov:

I looked at my tart AND ATE IT!!!
I then looked over to, 'Charlie' She was drinking juice like it might be the end of the world.

It's kinda hard to believe someone like her, with dirty blonde hair and grey blue eyes, not even double digits, is the now infamous Y.

Then again, who'd, ever suspect that I'm an up coming inventor.

Oh, I'm also a hacker... youngest ever!! My dad taught me when I was two and continued on until he died...

I smiled at 'Charlie' and hugged her. "My mum said that it was fine for you to stay with us... you just need a hair cut..." I mumbled to her.

"Thank you... Reilee..." she murmured before hesitantly wrapping her arms around me as well in an awkward hug.

"NOW LET'S GO HOME! YOU KNOW, TOGETHER!!!" I shout grinned as I raised our connected hands before running in a random direction dragging her with me.

L: pov

*three days after the Tragedy report*

The police received a message from Y, and a coded disk,l addressed to me...
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Dear, L

Can you as a detective truthfully say that all criminal's are evil?

You, just like I; Y, must experience situations where the pressure gets to you and you get stressed, we two are only human after all.

See, it's just like a challenge, a game, only our jobs are much more than that. Life is a puzzle that can't always be solved.

The important thing is that you, I, that everyone try's to do so.

Anagram, that's the life of a detective. Look at every word at every angle and recollect the clues along the way.

Life is like a game, but it isn't, play well L,

Sincerely, Y.

(A/N who can solve my letter's query? This is a challenge to all those reading!)
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There was obviously a hidden message in there.

"Watari, give me the coded disk please..."

'Just who are you... Y?' I thought questionably.