Back at HQ;

"L is dead!" Matsuda exclaims, clearly stating the obvious, earning an eye roll from Light.

Skye looks around in curiosity only to see that M had gone missing. Light was curious as well. Matsuda panics as the three of them hover around L's now dead body.

"I bet M did this, I bet she's Kira!" Light yells with rage, as Skye shakes her head in denial. M couldn't possibly be Kira, could she? Oh well, Skye dearly hoped that she wasn't.

"I mean think about it. The two of them supposedly got in a fight after that date. Then, days after he just- dies. The only logical conclusion is that she killed him. She even disappeared right after his death!" Light had his mind set to prove M was the murderer. Nothing could stop him, or so he thought.

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M wasn't sure of all the precautions she needed to take if this really was a friend of L. If she seemed too careful, it could look like she was Kira and trying to hide it. On the other hand, if she was too casual, this "friend" could be Kira themselves and kill M off without a sweat.

M's eyes search the area to see if there was any sign of this person. How would she know when and where to find him/her?

With a sigh, M situates herself on a seat outside the coffee shop, placing a hand on her chin. The person sitting behind her was awfully quiet and didn't make any eye contact whatsoever, but she shouldn't be prying into other people's business.

"Ah, Melanie, nice to see you." The person behind her talks to someone. Melanie... Wasn't that the name the phone caller used last night?

M was certainly going to regret this one way or another. "Valentina, actually." She corrects, gulping at the end.

The person chuckles. "Valentina... We have met at last. The one whose helped L all of these years. I'm impressed frankly, and well extremely grateful."

M hesitates as she listens. "Grateful... Grateful for what?"

They pause, placing a hand on M's shoulder, neither M or the person seeing each other's faces, sending a chill up M's spine. "For choosing me. L gave you two numbers to call. The other number happened to be my peer, who has also been trained by L." They sound sincere, or at least acting to be sincere to fool M.

M nods slowly. "I would ask for your name but then I'm 98% sure you'd think I'm Kira." She points out with a joking tone.

"Using percentages just like L I see..." They stop and laugh. "Don't worry about if, I'm Mello. It'll be a pleasure working with you, Miss Valentina, or can I call you Valyn for short?" Mello politely asks.

"Call me whatever you'd like." She responds as she feels a sudden movement from Mello's side.

"Alright, Valyn it is then. I would discuss this further with you, but would you mind coming to my place? I feel it may be safer than here."

M arises from her seat only to be greeted with an unusual looking woman- wait no man. Long golden hair frames his pointed chin. He had piercing brown eyes, that evenly matched the sleeveless leather cropped shirt he wore. He was certainly someone you could pick out in a crowd, no point in denying that.

Actually the part that creeped M the most was the fact that he had the same hair cut and hair color as she did.

He smirks as his eyes meet M's. M shudders and smiles faintly back.

"Wait here, I'll be back in a second." He instructs, M nods from pure terror. She had to admit, the boy was creepily attractive. Wait no, what was M thinking? Never mind that.

Mello comes flying up to the edge of the street, a rumbling sound behind him. His leather outfit definitely suited this "biker bad boy" type of look.

Mello extends an arm to help M onto the leather seat. Her hand lingers in the air, but she interlocks her fingers with his.

She sits awkwardly on the seat. M, as much as she didn't want to do it, wraps her arms around his waist. Mello felt the awkwardness of the current situation as well, he just preferred not to express those emotions. Actually, he enjoyed the warmth of the girl's arms around him as he rode.

M didn't know where they were going, but she desperately hoped this was right.

L is never wrong with his choices, right?