<span style="font-style: italic">"I agree, it does seem that there is another kira. I wonder just how many of those notebooks there are. I suggest we investigate the continental US until we can narrow down our suspects. Whoever it is, we'll find them soon," </span>Nearâ€™s words were soft with an undertaking speech of confidence. .<span style="font-style: italic"> "Every criminal makes mistakes. It's just a matter of time." </span>To Jasmine, Nearâ€™s words were so far from being false that she felt the sudden courage that they possessed. Her inspiration almost completely on the verge of causing her to run in circles around the room while near was playing with his dolls. Neither of them were not paying attention to the otherâ€¦it was rather a mutual knowledge. She knew he was there, and he knew she was there.<br/><br/>Her thoughts were far from the room that she was pacing in. Instead they were on the mind of Kira. If there was a possibility of more kiraâ€™s then there minds would be completely different and thus even easier to figure out. But should they be working in unity then they would have a rather difficult task. No matter what the task looked difficult but the level depended on the Kiraâ€™s themselves. Were they master minds? Or just stupid kids running around killing people aimlessly? That rested only on who the kiraâ€™s actually were. Who knows they actually may have been good people at one point in their lives. She shook her head shaking the thoughts that turned like a never ending wheel inside her head The gears seeming to shift constantly from thought to thought.<br/><br/>She made her way towards the desk again laying her hands on-top of it gently.  Her body leaned heavily against the desk as her hand slipped off the cap to a thin light blue pen. The simple scratch up that she wrote was rather a statement than a question.<span style="font-style: italic">" Physically how many books can there possibly be? If there was only one here then how much more common is it." </span>Then the pen struck like gold as it swished on itâ€™s own. Into a form of writing that did not belong to her. Her eyes burned for a split second as the letters painted themselves upon the paper like magic.<span style="font-style: italic"> "Near." </span>A gasp escaped her light pink lip-stick  lips in surprise.<span style="font-style: italic">"Why did that just â€¦.do that? Ghosts arenâ€™t real? Tell me ghosts arenâ€™t real? Oh screw it they are so real." </span>She slammed her hand to her for-head and heaved a long-helpless sigh.<span style="font-style: italic"> "Do you even know what it says? Itâ€™s in scribbilish." </span>Well scribilish for her. However , for near this would be a rather new experience with his inspiration. Who was the great L. Though she knew nothing about Lâ€™s handwriting or who wrote the dang scribbilish on the table. She waited for Near to decipher the words like the expert he was.<br/><br/>-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Korasa watched as Alexander wrote feverishly on the book. His stern reddish brown eyes seeming intent on the specific words written on the book. She hovered over his shoulder and hissed at the name. Fouler Murray , April 5, 2011  stands in the center of the train tracks, and commits suicide. It was easily enough for her to fulfill. The book glowed and the time of the manâ€™s death was automatically written in fire inside the book as the rest got inscribed back to being a blank page. The only bitter reminder that this deal was ever sealed was the time of the death. As the fire faded she knew that his wish had been fulfilled and a smile crossed her face.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"That ..that was amazing in a way that I canâ€™t describe."</span>Alexander smiled as he shuffled along the busy side walk. The unsuspecting people in the crowd had not an idea that this man could control their very lives. The very life-span that they were could be altered with a simple name, date, and reason of death. She saw the numbers that were for the peoples original death and life-span as if they were written right on top of their heads.<br/><br/>"Yes the feeling of death always seems to exceed most minds." She smiled weakly as a presence seemed to ease itâ€™s way shakily into her range. It was another shinigami, and she immediately went on guard. This definitely wasnâ€™t Anso. On the other hand the presence was female, and she heaved a long sigh. The presence however was semi familiar to her. Sort of like this shinigami was her sister. She knew that Alexander could hardly see or feel the presence she could. Instead of sitting around to find out she tried to push Alexander to walk faster but he fumbled right into a fool. The very fool that the presence was strongest with.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Iâ€™m sorry."</span>Alex smiled a luxurious smile as he smoothed his jeans and waited for the response of the other guy.