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Characters: Yagami Raito and Mikami Teru
Content: Raito's interested in the Kira-supporter, and wanting to test his loyalty, he meets up with him.
Setting: Cafe Eresat
Time: After their little chat on the MB
Warnings: None at the moment.

Raito had never seen a place like this before. It was unnatural and it somehow set his teeth on the edge. However, being rather adept in the art of acting, he simply leaned back in one of the chairs. If the Kira-supporter had come from Japan, chances are that he would have dark hair as well - which would be rather easy to spot in a crowd like this.

A few minutes of flirting with the girl at the counter got him a cup of steaming black coffee and her address on the back of the napkin. It felt odd somehow, exercising his charms for a simple cup of caffeine, but the truth was that he had no money on him - something that he planned on changing sometime soon.

Tapping his fingers lightly against the pristine white cup, he took another sip, feeling the familiar beverage soothe his nerves, if only a little, even as he kept an eye out for anyone who even remotely fit his profile. He'd come here half an hour early and had gotten the table furthest from the crowd. A discreet check around for bugs had proved that there was none of the like, but then again, one could never be too careful.

One misstep, and Kira would be caught.

Adjusting the long-sleeved white button up shirt he wore, he undid one button and his cuffs thanks to the sheer warmth. Crossing his ankles, he settled back once more and contented himself with scanning the crowd for the man who had been supposed to meet him. To his credit, he was smarter than the average lot of them, and Raito made sure to keep him in mind in case he required his...assistance in any future plans.

He would probably be much easier to handle than Misa would.

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Exactly an hour had passed since their exchange on the message board, and a dark haired man stepped into the cafe. Certainly different from the rest of the citizens of Paixao--dark hair, dark eyes, a modern business suit and glasses, a man obviously of Japanese descent, he was the perfect picture of a business man--he knew he was somewhat of a target to whoever had been searching for him, provided they were what they claimed to be and knew what to look for.

A bit nervous, it didn't show on his face much, but he did seem a bit tense. Who wouldn't be, in a city like this? Now that he was here, however, he wasn't sure what to do, which left him standing at the door looking around slowly--Teru's usually pleasant face had a heavy, serious brow now. He was, of course, putting on his 'typical prosecutor' face--oftentimes, the elder lawyers in his firm had a hard time taking a handsome, young face like his seriously, but he did have quite an intimidating stare about him when he wanted to.

A slow breath in, he pressed his arm closer to his side unconsciously; there, his death note was hidden. Eyes continuing to scan, he looked with that ominous expression, searching for something other than the blank spaces above all the heads of the citizens of Paixao--he could spot people who were foreign to this place with just a look above their heads, now, after all--and he finally settled on...

Yagami Raito? Japanese. Lifespan... ah..

That must have been him.

Suddenly a bit more confident, Teru cleared his throat as he approached the man sitting casually back with his coffee. He paused a moment, then spoke, "It is you."

Caramel eyes flicking up to the source of the voice, noting that the new presence barely bothered with social niceties like 'hello', Raito set his cup down delicately on the saucer, unperturbed at the intimidating look that he had displayed.

In fact, Raito absently noted that despite everything, the Kira-supporter was considered very good-looking in addition to being rather well-dressed. Almost pretty, even. Briefly, he wondered if anyone had seen fit to mention that to him before. Probably not to his face, considering his profession. From the looks of it, he seemed most competent, which was a very placating fact. Raito had no need for fools; at least, not too many of them at the same time, and this particular young man didn't seem like he was going to be an annoyance anytime soon. Far from it, probably. Law enforcers who were on Kira's side were the best people to deal with.

"Ah, you're right on time." He commented pleasantly, slipping on a charming smile as he stood up - manners were most important in delicate matters like this, after all, and he didn't wish to make a bad impression. The man might idolize Kira, but as Yagami Raito, he had to hold the handsome young lawyer's attention long enough to discern whether he would be of any true use, and if he was worthy of knowing just who Raito himself really was - and held out his hand. "It's quite a pleasure to meet you, Mr...?"

"Mikami," he said evenly. It seemed he wasn't here to have a friendly conversation like this Yagami boy seemed to want; he almost felt like he was taunting him in some way. Granted, Teru could be pleasant when he wanted to be, this was a man who could potentially ruin his God's reputation--he didn't deserve his respect at this point.

A glance down, Teru noted there was an empty chair cross from him, seeing as he was sitting at this table himself. "If you don't mind..." He didn't even finish the sentence, and seemed completely uninterested in learning his name (why bother, when he already knew); whether he wanted him to sit there or not wasn't his concern. He moved to settle in the chair, a hand lifting to seemingly adjust his suit when he was really making sure the Death Note stayed in proper place under his jacket.

More than anything, he was concerned to learn what made this man seem so haughty, why he liked to act like he knew more thank Teru. He had a difficult time believing he was actually affiliated with Kira in any way. Boy, was he in for a surprise.

Gracefully retracting his hand, Raito simply nodded as he took his seat again. Mikami didn't seem to be one for frivolities - something that worked in the man's favour, since Raito wasn't particularly inclined to keep up that charming charade all the time, especially when there were more important things he had to be doing.

Lifting the cup to his lips as Mikami sat down, Raito noted the way his hand moved to adjust his suit as he sat down, and idly wondering if he was keeping a gun in there, if he really was some sort of undercover agent.

Then again, probably not. For one, Mikami seemed to be as wary of Raito as he was of him, and Raito himself was beginning to think that perhaps they may have something in common, social skills not being one of them here.

His gaze flicking up at Mikami once more, he decided to start the ball rolling. As much as he'd picked up from the older man, Raito had deduced that at this point, being charming was not the attribute that would impress him at all. "You seem like a very devout supporter of Kira and his ways of dealing with criminals. Why are you so willing to do anything for him?"

Very straight forward, wasn't he? Mikami blinked for a moment as he looked across at Raito. It wouldn't be hard to answer the question, but he did have to watch his words. Then again, in a place like this, how could anyone really get to him?

"He chose me," he began, his expression dull as he looked down at the table, idly tapping his fingers against it as he spoke, "All of my life, I've held the same ideals as Kira. But I never knew there was a person who thought exactly the way I did. I didn't know there was a person who could make the dream I strived to create by becoming a lawyer a reality... on such a grander scale."

Looking up at him, his eyes were grave, "Because of that, it is my personal duty to do everything in my power to assist him. When I was small, I saw the world was rotten. I did my best to defend the helpless, and judge the evil who preyed upon them." Now he had the mind to explain to this person just what he thought--well, by his standards, knew--Kira's view on the world was. "People told me I was a fool. My own mother thought I was a fool. You know what happened to the people who opposed justice? They died. Even she did. I didn't even do anything, but I realize now it was God who saw me doing his work and judged them accordingly."

He didn't want to mention the fact he had been sent a Death Note, that he knew God's supposed source of power now, but he couldn't help but at least imply it. "Kira... shared with me his powers..." A smile. "No, he allowed me to do him a service with them. Limited as it is, I'm here now, I'm doing his work. For the things he's done, I will always owe my life to him. He saw me." The smile grew, "He knows me. Kira, God, knows me. If only the rest of the world could see him as I see him... our world... would be so much better."

Raito's eyes widened in surprise. This was either a very delusional fan, or... or what? The conviction in Mikami's eyes was clear, and hardly the rantings of a crazed, obsessed individual, but...the sharing of his powers? The only person Raito 'shared' said powers with was Misa, who had taken his place to mete out justice to the criminals while he cornered L and eventually made his move.

Even so...there was no way that anyone else would assume that the powers Kira had could be shared. As far as he knew, he hadn't known of Mikami's appearance until now, and with a face like that, the brunette knew damn well that he would have remembered if he'd seen him before.

Mikami was an intense individual, and Raito would see that he fervently believed in the concept of justice. It was almost like they thought on the same wavelength - only without the megalomania. Could he be used, then? If he was perfectly willing to serve Kira, Raito could do with that. His gratitude had reminded Raito strikingly of Misa, and if Mikami was truly that devoted...

Sitting up in his chair, giving the taller man a wary glance nonetheless, he finally decided to ask. If Mikami had the Death Note, - for some reason; maybe Misa passed it to him, which would be rather impossible - Raito had to find out. "Doing his work? How?"

The moment Raito asked that, Teru's face drew a blank. "I can't tell you that," he said, looking away and narrowing his eyes slightly. "I've probably already said too much as it is." Not really, actually--he'd said the same things on television to Kira, yet there was something entirely different about saying it to someone's face.

Tense, now, he shifted awkwardly, unconciously moving his arm to situate the notebook slightly again. The only way Raito was going to get any other real answers out of him was probably by proving he was Kira.

Watching Mikami's expression, his own becoming a little more serious, a little harder, Raito gazed straight at him even though Mikami had looked away.

Noting the fact that Mikami was moving again, he had to wonder if there was something inside that suit, or if it really was a nervous tic. It was apparent that Teru was not going to say anything else, and it wouldn't be very becoming to force him to.

Finally deciding on a question that would more or less prove his awareness of the weapon, and to test if Teru really was in possession of the note, he asked, taking another sip of the cup. "Fair enough. Tell me, Mikami. Do you believe in shinigami?"

"Sh-Shinigami? Gods of death?" Teru's eyes widened for a moment. Almost immediately, he almost said yes, but refrained for a moment. What if this was another trick? All right, he'd play the game...

"The ones with the notebooks? And the eye trading?" Only Kira would understand that if he said it to him. No police or dective would ever believe in such fantastical things like gods of death; the law didn't even allow them to if they wanted. There was virtually no proof gods of death existed, so this was probably the safest ground to tread on right now...

"You've traded half your life for it," Raito spoke calmly, catching the way Teru's eyes widened. Light fingers tapping on the rim of the cup idly, he concludes, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.

"That is why you didn't ask me for my name. I would assume that someone like me would be a threat to you, and you would want to know my name at the start of this meeting if you didn't have the eyes."

This was becoming one hell of a lot better as it went on. There was still the problem of just where Teru had gotten the Death Note from, but the fact of the matter was that he was a Kira supporter.

"Where is your Note?"

This man knew too much...

Or maybe he was being honest. Maybe he really was affiliated with Kira. Maybe he... maybe he was Kira. Suddenly, he swore, his heart skipped a beat. Eyes wide and uneasy, he stared across at him, as if he were frozen in fear for a moment. He swallowed hard, wondering if he should do as he commanded. The last thing he wanted to do was give away Kira's secrets.

Before he could think, he was already surrendering the thing to him. Reaching into his suit, he pulled out the Death Note that Raito had sent him in the main, at least, he thought he had. He hesitantly set the thing on the table in front of him, but an arm was clutched tightly over it, as if he was afraid of it being stolen.

"H-here..."

Raito stared at the white words etched onto the note. It was familiar, very familiar. It was his before he gave it to Misa - why was it with Mikami?

Not making a move to grab the Note, already confused with the entire situation - had Misa really sent it to him without his express permission? But that was impossible, wasn't it? Misa never did anything on her own without his orders, and here this man was saying that Kira himself had given it to him.

"Open it to the rules page, Mikami," he ordered, soft brown eyes hard and intense. He had to see if this was the real one; if the false rules were still written inside. "When was the exact date that this given to you?"

Suddenly, he was very nervous. Usually calm and composed in any business-like situation, this one was considerably more dangerous; the tenseness in his movements and his face would be obvious to someone like Raito. But he told himself he had to keep cool... otherwise, this could be disastrous.

Slowly, Teru opened to the rules page. There it was. Plain as day, it was obvious this was the fake one. He had purposely slipped that one out of his coat instead--really, he had both of them on him. He could be crafty too, and until he felt completely comfortable with the fact this man was on the side of Kira as well, he wasn't going to know of the real one. As much proof as he'd seen already, he did want to take a chance.

Teru didn't say anything at first. He just wanted to see his reaction. It would be a different story if he could actually identify this as a fake.

"Ah... just the other day, actually," he spoke hesitantly. "It was mailed to me..."

Already noting Mikami's expression, Raito simply looked down at the rules that were written onto the front of the cover, his expression already darkening the longer he studied it. What game was this man playing? This was not the note that he had; the copying of it was remarkable to the untrained eye, but Raito was the one who had spent hours upon hours scanning through the rules, scanning through them and committing them to memory. Did Mikami think that he could fool him with this toy so easily?

Reaching out, he snapped the cover shut, his eyes narrowed and dangerous. If this was a game or a trap, it would be wise to end it now, but even then, if Mikami could come up with an acceptable fake Note, then he must have the real one stashed away somewhere. The question was, where?

Meeting his eyes, Raito levelled a deadly gaze at him, clearly signalling that he was not a person to be trifled with in such a way, especially not at this time where there were so many things that still weren't clear to him. "This is not the real Note, Mikami. Do you know just who you're attempting to fool?"

Ah... this was both good and bad. His head raced with thought: so was this Kira after all? If not, it was most definitely someone who worked for him. Right? He had to be right, because judging by his reaction, the facade of pleasantries was gone and he meant business. Teru's heart thudded profoundly in his chest, and h was frozen for a moment, contemplating if he should listen to him, or pretend like he didn't know.

If it was Kira, he would be very angry. He had already been disrespectful to him. But if it wasn't.... what was he supposed to do? The accusing tone of his voice settled things for Teru.

He looked down, almost disdainfully, and grudgingly pulled the notebook out of his jacket, muttering, mostly to himself, "Forgive me, Kira, if this is not the right decision... I only wish to serve you."

It was set on the table. He was reluctant to take his hand off of it.

Raito didn't move to take it. In fact, he didn't budge at all. So many things hadn't added up at all; how was it sent to him, and why?

If Mikami truly believed that God - which probably meant him, since there was only one true Kira - was the one who had noticed him and had given it to him, then there was a clear problem here. Was he lying again? But it couldn't be, he had obviously done the trade with a shinigami - was it Ryuk? Or Rem? Or was it one of the other shinigami?

Well, there really was only one way to find out. He'd seen the false rules written in the fake Note as well, and since the rules were only written in the ones that had passed through his hands... Misa's had been added as well, just in case.

"Tell me, Mikami," Raito said evenly, slipping on a veneer of calm and something almost like gentleness in his voice. It really would not do to scare him away, and come to think about it, everything Mikami had done up until now had been in Kira's interest. How could one fault him for such rare devotion and loyalty? He had been right to be cautious and wary, and even to be applauded for that fact. For Raito himself to have such a man in his service...it was just perfect. "When did you receive this?"

Silent for a few seconds, he let out a small sign of relief. But he was still quite nervous; should he trust him yet? He didn't outright say who he was yet, but it seemed...

He was so tired of batting it around in his head. Swallowing, he he shifted uncomfortably. Well, at least he wasn't angry anymore. "Just before I came here. Kira sent it to me, instructed me what to do with it... we had a phone conversation before that." A pause, and he looked up, "Really, when I spoke to him, it sounded quite a bit... like you..."

Raito paused for a moment, running his statement over in his mind. It didn't look like Mikami was lying, and it did seem like the older man had already picked up a clue or two as to who he really was. Smart man.

Then again, he didn't remember making phone calls of any sort to anyone, much less passing on instructions on what to do with the Note. Silently confused and trying to figure out where every piece of the puzzle went, he simply nodded. It was impossible, but then again, until a few hours ago, Raito didn't think that people from different worlds - or this place - was even possible either.

And if you kept thinking along those lines, the conclusion he came to was absurd, but then so was the notion of shinigami and the like.

Leaning forward a little, feeling a strange, almost alien thrill of excitement run down his spine, he asked once more. "Can you tell me the exact date when you received the Note?"

Teru grudgingly gave him the date. No doubt it was out of sync with the one Raito probably assumed it to be; it seemed, so far, that this strange businessman was from... the future? Even he was having issues putting things together, wondering why this man didn't know about the phone conversation and his receiving of the note. Unless Kira simply didn't keep him up to date, which he could understand, he supposed...

Still, it was fishy.

27th of November in the year 2009? Raito stared, his eyes widening at Teru's words.

It was impossible. Was he lying? No, Raito decided. At this point, Teru seemed to think that he was Kira, and with one that devoted, it was simply impossible for such a person to even think of lying to him. He'd said that he'd heard Raito's voice too, and...

He leaned back in his seat, trying to figure everything out. So this city doesn't simply draw everyone from different worlds, but different times, too? It was unbelievable, but then again, so were shinigami and the fact that one can simply pass the death sentence on a person just by knowing their name and face.

With the thoughts whirling in his mind as he struggled - for once - to piece everything together, Raito simply responded. "The year I was in before I was...pulled here was 2004."

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