Soji sat up in bed. Isica remained standing at the window looking out into the night. Her ice-like form was luminescent against the crescent moon filtering through the window like a ghost. The Death Note was at Soji’s side for fear that it would be stolen while she was asleep.
“So Ryuza shortened his own life?” Soji asked.
“Very perceptive, yes when confronted with Xyler or rather Xero, Ryuza asked me for the shinigami eyes so he could learn his real name.”
“What do you mean Xyler?”
“Xero was once Ryuza’s friend at the Wammy House called Xyler.”
“The Wammy House! I never remember a person named Xyler!”
“He was an older student who usually kept to himself and Ryuza. They were room mates.”
“I never asked Ryuza about his room before…..”
“Before you left him to go and help out the U.S.”
“Then this Xyler was Xero. And Ryuza was forced to help him.”
“Yep. I knew it all along,” Isica laughed.
“And you never told me?” Soji asked.
“Have you ever heard of dramatic irony? It adds to a show.”
“You are terrible.”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
“Ryuza….I killed his friend, and he didn’t even react.”
“Ryuza was caught between his once best friend and you. In the end he chose you. How does it feel to be the lucky one?”
“Ryuza…” Soji sighed, “I’m sorry.”
The rest of the night, Isica told Soji more of Ryuza’s story. She also told of how she gave the Note to Xyler and then decided to give one to Soji. In the end it caused Ryuza the bulk of the stress.
“And now Ryuza probably thinks you are dead,” Isica said calmly, “If I hadn’t saved you, then you surely would have been injured badly. Go figure I think I am starting to like you or something.”
“Ryuza….I have put so much pain and suffering,” Soji said starting to feel tears form in her eyes.
“Yes but you also gave him love and happiness that Xyler couldn’t.”
“I have to get to him as soon as possible,” Soji said getting out of her bed. Her pajamas were light blue and cast funny shapes on the wall, desk with a computer in it, and chair across from the window. Her other clothes were ripped and tattered and had been sent to a tailor to be fixed. A white blouse, coat, and black pants were lying on the chair pushed into the desk which Soji picked up and changed into. The clothes fit tight and made her muscles look square.
“I look like a guy,” Soji said looking in a mirror in her private bathroom.
“You would have to cut your hair and get a bit bigger to look like a human male,” Isica answered.
“Now all I have to do is look up where Ryuza is on the computer,” Soji smiled.
“Isn’t that computer locked?” Isica asked.
“Isica you know me better than that. I can get around anything,” Soji said sitting at the desk and starting the computer. She was in within seconds and opened up a people search engine.
“The problem is,” Soji started, “that I don’t know if Ryuza signed into the U.K. with his real name or something else. I will have to run a search on both.”
“Ray Harper?” Isica asked, “Do you really think he would use his real name?”
“No, but I have a feeling he is using Ryuza. Let’s see….Dam there five Ryuzas in London. Hm he did say he worked in the government. I can use that to narrow it down. I found him!” Soji said looking at the picture of Ryuza.
“So now what are you going to do?” Isica asked.
“Here is all his information including a phone number! What time is it? Two in the morning…..I have to try and call….no his phone could be bugged….I have to get to him tonight without anyone knowing. Come on Isica. I’m going to need you to keep an eye out for people while I sneak through the city. Ryuza is thirty blocks from here. I could easily take the night buss, but there could be a confrontation….Isica would you mind flying me?”
Isica looked up stunned.
“Soji I am not here to help you. I’m here to watch the show.”
“Fine,” Soji sighed and began to crack open the window open. The night air rushed is and blew back her hair. Soji slipped down a pipe on the wall and was soon on the ground. At two thirty in the morning, Soji ran through the streets of London.