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Nothingness,
Light felt, was a wholly inaccurate description of Mu. In fact there was a
whole lot of somethingness about it. He was
lying on a hard dusty floor, feeling the golden warmth of sunlight across his cheek, and the noise that pounded against his ears.

Such a cacophony, of screeching, scraping, whirring, the clicking of machines
and metallic heart beats that rattled the windows and shook the floor. 'I'm
alive?' he thought.

No, that was silly, laughable even. He�d felt the crushing ice in his chest.
Burning panic had raced through him as his blood stilled in its veins. And the
rushing, a desperate wind, the air knocked out of him, over him, through him,
dragging him backwards, forwards and somewhere else.

But then again� wait, was that his heart? Yes, yes it was� no, is. Its beating!
Each thump of this little muscle sent hot life on its joyous path around his
grateful body. It is not until one has experienced death that one begins to
really appreciate living, Light decided. He then spent a minute or two basking
in his own internal organs, loving each girgle and
glug and the dust tickling his nose, he rediscovered the joys of breathing,
tears sliding from his eyes and down his face. All to the rhythmic thumping
from deep with in him. �I�m alive! I�m really alive!� Laughing and crying with joy
he sat up, opened his eyes and gazed into a beautiful world of movement and
life, and he tossed a handful of dust in the air which caught on the sunlight streaming
through the high factory windows setting the air alive with glitter and
sparkles.

�Why am I alive?�

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In an expensive
hotel room in Tokyo,
three people were watching one large screen. �No, I cannot let you out� L spoke
into his microphone.

�Damn it ... Why is this happening?�

�What's going on with you, Light Yagami? You're not making sense�yet�for some
reason your little act feels sincere...'

�Now that the killings have stopped there�s no way we can end the confinement�
even I know that.�

�Well, no matter what he says, looks like this case will be resolved with Light
Yagami as Kira�

L was at a loss. Not an hour ago this case was closed. He had the evidence, the
suspects and the deaths stopped the very day they were confined. His main
suspect seemed about to confess! But then, just as with his second suspect, at
the moment of confession it all went wrong. They changed, forgot why they
confined and just stopped making sense. Amane-san
seemed adamant that he, L, was a stalker and thought it to bea
more likely situation than her arrest. Now Light-kun,
intelligent though he was, was trying to convince the team that he was being
framed.

This was wrong. It was the crack in his resolve, small but growing, a niggling
little doubt of wrongness. Did they really think they would walk away from
their crimes on a convenient bout of amnesia? Surely not!

Or was this part of Kira�s powers? Who knew?

Since the start of this case L had been trailing behind Kira in knowledge. Which was the complete reverse to any other situation. For a
normal case there were libraries full of tried and tested information, charts
and crime statistics. Data books listing every gun and bullet ever made, blood
spatter patterns - from the popular �stabbed in the back (5th /6th ) with a
short (3 to 4 inches) smooth blade� to the more obscure �industrial strength
ceiling fan collapse�, and DNA profiling techniques so far ahead of their time
that they could predict who your grandchildren were.

But what use was any of this to a telepathic killer who only needed your name
and face to stop your heart dead?

Every scrap of knowledge had to be dredged from the see of endless possibility.
Were Kira�s powers truly infinite? In the beginning
nothing seemed impossible. All over the world convicts, criminals, suspects,
thugs and terrorists alike were just dying. All from heart attacks, not a
coincidence but then who? Who could? Who would, and why? An organisation or an
individual? No organisation could be that big, that secret or even that well
organised. But an individual, how? Poison, or
something more sinister� (6 billion suspects)

A clue!

A theory! But such a risk to test it. If he was right and � Kira (how
appropriate) took the bait he would have proved so much �, but if he was then
wrong and you couldn�t hide behind a scrambled voice, would Kira kill him too?
Would he die in his empty room slumped over the keyboard? Ahhhh!
That was why he did this job, although, he�s never felt quite this hands-on
before.

He was right, of course. �Kira you're in Kanto and
you cant kill me� A killer who could kill telepathically�
what fun! (30 million suspects)

All Kira needs is to know what you look like�no, some criminals haven�t been
killed. Why? Does he need the name. Ha! Advantage to Lawliet! I�ll get the NPA to check, to make sure. Oh Kira,
all your victims are lined up in prisons, I hear the moment they die. You�re
the disease infecting my lab rats; I merely have to watch to know how you work.

We�ve worked out your schedule Kira, you�re a student,
a student in Tokyo.

(1 million suspects)

The walls have ears apparently. Now how is my little disease getting his
information? You�re here, aren�t you? In this police station? Or perhaps, as
there have been no leaks to the press, are you apart of one of their families
Kira? You can control the times of death too. You�ve lost a huge advantage in
showing me that, now you have no easy alibi. Criminals dying whilst you�re
�busy� can�t get you out of suspicion. I wonder why you did it, so desperate to
throw me of �student� you�ll sacrifice your escape route?
I think I�ll look for you closer to home. (141 suspects)

You need my name? Well good luck! I�m not even 100% sure what it is these days.

Watch out Kira, some of my old friends are joining in the fun. Let�s see how
you cope with the FBI on your tail.

You can control them! Damn it! How will you use this? The possibilities are endless, could you even kill me too? But wait, 3 criminals
do odd things, yet 3 more die normally, what else did you
test for that didn�t work. And how will you get your results? This is my
lab Kira. Surely you know I�m not going to tell you how your experiment went,
so how are you going to find out?

And a message, for me? How considerate Kira �L do you know?� What do I know?
Who you are? Well not yet, but soon, Kira.

Another message? �gods of death� Do you think you�re a god
Kira?

Well you are pretty amazing but not omnipotent. Or �L do you know gods of
death�� what comes next I wonder. What are you planning Kira? Something big
since you're still running tests, but how did you find out?

��Twelve FBI agents, Kira? Twelve innocent people, a
bit different from criminals, are you really that scared? I was complacent and
I�ve paid the price, the FBI won�t help me any more and the NPA don�t trust me.
Your message was, �L do you know gods of death�love apples?�.
Damn you! I will get you! I�m going to drag you from the darkness where you
hide into the light of justice! I�ll watch as the people, as one, execute you
Kira, the childish, evil, cowardly mass murderer. And it shouldn't be a long
wait I think. Your move today will yield many a vital clue I�m sure. All I have
to do is calm down and think.

You killed all twelve agents because you�d met one of them, and if I look hard
enough I�ll find out who, and then of course, you, Kira. I know you tried to
control the deaths as much as you could but there were somethings you couldn�t
control. Now which agent did you have contact with?

Only those that will risk their lives are left. Out of all the police in Tokyo I�m down to five.
Better than nothing I guess, but what if one of them is Kira? Or the one
passing information to him? You�d defiantly try if you could, to stay on and
mover closer to me wouldn�t you? But with only five officers you�re not going
to be able to hide among them, so maybe not.

This is your victory though. I�m going to show my face for the first time. I
only hope my security, vast though it is, will be strong enough to hold you off
and keep you from seeing me. Soon, I promise.

The order in which they received the file is the clue. We�ve only tracked down
footage of three of the agents deaths. I think you
would not have wanted your movements recorded, so is your agent one of the
others. Hmmm, why did Penber
do a full loop of the Yamamoto line? But there's no
ticket to show that he ever got off the train in between� 'What
happened to the envelope?!' Why did he take a manila
envelope on the train and leave it there? And what is he looking at as he dies?
You Kira? Were you there? Did you want to watch him die before your eyes? I
doubt you�ve left any evidence of that though. You�re not the type to make that
sort of mistake� no not like that, only the big ones, like becoming Kira.

Raye Penber�s fianc� is
missing. Naomi! Such a strong woman, she went after him, I know it! And so
clever, she must have known something. I wonder if she found him or did you get
to her first. I should have watched the FBI agents more closely instead of
following the criminals. However with this, and Penbar's strange actions on the day he died we can narrow
this investigation down quite considerably � those whom were being investigated
by Raye Penber. Oh! How
embarrassing for you chief Yagami, but surprisingly he�s very cooperative once
I�ve dealt with the legality of what I want to do.

I�m down to two families then, Yagami and Kitamura,
this week should be interesting. (7 suspects)

He checks who�s entered his room because of his well hidden porn stash? Hmmm� Lets see how they react to
the news bulletin. �That�s why I bet it isn�t even true. This is just a ruse to
put pressure on Kira�. Well done boy! Apparently you�ve helped the police out
before, and so smart. I�m going to keep my eye on you.

Studying all night, how dreary. Not even a little murder to
brighten your evening?

Damn! Two more
dead and the only ones who knew of them were Kitamura�s
wife and daughter. But a purse-snatcher and an
embezzler? A tad harsh wasn�t that Kira?

He�s home and
watching television tonight? Still studying, yet the deaths continue. Kitamura�s wife missed the news tonight and his daughter�s
at a party, no one, in either family could have known about the criminals
killed minutes after the appeared in reports.

Kira�s not slipping up, he isn�t going to show me how he
kills however long I watch, these cameras are useless. How is he doing it?!
Kira must be killing them as soon as he sees them on the news but how? How does
he kill with no emotion whatsoever? Do you not feel it any more Kira? To take
away a human life so easily, you�ve truly lost track of the value of it, and
that is what terrifies me most. You will not stop until you are caught because
you believe you're divine judgement, is that it? You silly, childish little
killer! I need to put more pressure on you, make you kill someone in front of
me. �but there�s no way I could do that�or could I?'

It's been awhile since I last sat a university entrance exam, I hope I haven�t
gotten too rusty, but I do like to observe my suspects in their natural
habitats. And this is yours, isn�t it Yagami? Study, study, study to you the
world consists of right and wrong answers, black and white facts, study enough,
know everything and you never need be wrong. But you are, or at least Kira is.
Black, white, wrong, right, good and evil are all
fallacies. Everything is but a shade of grey, the best decision or merely human
nature. Elementary to everyone except a child like you Kira.

�Sit properly�! A case in point, who is he, the examiner, to say what is the
correct position one should adopt write an exam? How can there be a �correct�
way of sitting, and what does he know of physiology, intelligence and comfort?
But I digress, I paid a great deal of money for the pleasure of sitting behind
you Yagami and I shall not be showed up by you. What is this paper on anyway?
Ah! Non-verbal reasoning, didn�t I write a book on this a few years ago. If I�m
not mistaken some of these appear to be questions from it, I do hope I�m
getting royalties for this.

Of course I complete the paper correctly, as if there was another possibility.
So did Yagami apparently as we will be giving the address together. You�re too
perfect Yagami, so calm, collected and confident. Did you know that the first
�control� tests took place whilst you were being followed by Penber? You speak so eloquently, lets
see if I cant ruffle your feathers. If you are Kira there�s nothing that
could pressure you more than this.

�I am L� I whisper into your ear.

There it is!
The gasp, the wobble - you�re a good actor but I�ve seen through you. Hello
Yagami Light, or should I say, Kira? (1 suspect)

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The joys of
being alive last only so long. �Why?�

Light was pretty sure he�d been shot several times and then his heart had
stopped, none of which was conducive to his present condition: alive.

�Why?� �How?� �When?� �Who?� However, the loudest question ringing through his
mind was �Where the hell am I?�. Letting the deeper
philosophical questions go, he tried to deal with his most pressing concern.

He was apparently in a warehouse. One of perplexing similarity to the one he�d
just, for want of a better word, left. But Light was sure he remembered that
warehouse being empty, this one on the other hand contained a small factory, a
row of offices and a lot of jarring noise. Balding men in boiler suits were
running around in a state of apparent chaos, yelling at one another over the
machines and gesticulating wildly. Light wondered if he should be worried by
all this, but for all he knew this was normal factory behaviour.

He found himself lying in the space between two conveyor belt lines. Every few
meters down the belt machines were attaching new things to large disks. Beneath
one machine and closest to him rested a large box with �Gothic threes� embossed
on the side. Curious, Light shuffled closer and saw that indeed the box
contained thin metal roman numerals with an excessive amount of curliness to
them. ��strange�

Light tried to stand, leaning heavily on the machine and the head rush was
horrendous. He stretched, to a satisfying noise of clicking and popping and
sighed.

A flashback,
crawling on the ground like a worm, so much pain, helpless, begging for his
life and anger flashed through him. �I will never fail again!�

�Oi, You! What are you doing in
here?� Light looked up at the angry red faced man who had just rounded the
corner.

�Ehhhhh?� what was he doing in here? �think
quick, think quick� �Um, warehouse inspector�.. I er, inspect warehouses�for the government, um, yes that�s it, from the department of ware�er work and industry�

�Oh really? How comes I haven�t heard of you?�

�It�s a surprise inspection, we like to see how these
places operate normally�

�You�re a surprise warehouse inspector?� Light guessed he had another thirty
seconds before the guy stopped finding it funny and came over here and thumped
him.

�Why yes, in fact I was just completing my structural inspection when you came
by. Now tell me have you had anything done about that large crack in the
ceiling?�

�What crack?�

�That one there. Looks a bit like a bird�

�Nah! Looks more like a plane from where I�m
standing�

�I guess�� he squinted �kinda looks like a guy with his arms outstretched�well,
anyway�so�um, what do you make here?� The man was
looking quite angry now, but distraction was still the best option.

�Take a look around you�

�Oh� wow! Just like in those paintings, how surreal! How do you get them to
flow like that?� The man seemed confused so Light continued. �You know, by some
Spanish guy wasn�t it? He did these and those creepy elephants with long
spindly legs�

�Oh no, they�re only doing that coz the acrylic�s not setting properly coz
some bugger�s gone and messed with the temperature setting of the heating
modulator or something.�

�Ahh I see where this is going, your making the gross
assumption that I am, as you put it, �some bugger� that would go round messing
with other peoples temperature settings. Well I�m not sure I know what a
heating modulator is so I don�t think��

�But its only happening around you!�
The man whined. As Light watched part of one former disks
broke away and slipped of the belt landing with a plop and a splash. Light
searched desperately for something sensible to say that didn�t involve being
shot, then dying and waking up here. The man continued �Listen, mate, I don�t
know whats going on here or how you did this�� another splash, from behind him
this time �b-but�� to the right another one oozed though its rollers. He seemed
really unnerved now. The melting was speeding up and spreading through the
warehouse. �Just. Get. Out. Of. My. Factory.� He bit out through gritted teeth.
Light decided to follow his instructions and leave as quickly as possible
before he changed his mind and charged him for this mess.

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�Well that
settles it, there�s something fucked up about this�
The sign outside the warehouse named it as the Yellow Box, the place he�d
agreed to meet (and then kill) Near. What had happened?

His first thought was that Near had abandoned his body after killing him.
Except he hadn�t actually been dead, just close to it, and then after a few
hours he�d woken up.

Was it possible? It happened a lot in movies and you did hear stories of
soldiers left for dead in the snow waking up days later and surviving. However
there were 3 problems with that theory. 1, no bullet holes and no form of super
fast, super efficient healing had ever cleaned and fixed shirts before. 2,
death by notebook was pretty damn final, he�d seen enough evidence of that over
the years. And 3, why would someone build and entirely pointless factory around
his (apparent) corpse?

Unless of course this was Near�s
idea of joke. Light wouldn�t put it past him.

Or on that
vein, what if this was a joke? Some higher power was extracting some form of
bizarre punishment upon him. What if Mu really was about spending all of
eternity in Tokyo�s
industrial district? No heaven or hell for Kira, but somewhere in between.
Looking around him, Light decided that if this was Mu it was definitely heading
toward the �hell� end of the afterlife spectrum.

Deciding that this was getting him nowhere, and with better things that needed
to be done, Light headed in direction he vaguely remembered home being in. It
was going to be a long walk home, but he could hardly call for a taxi.

First, he was
going to go back to his and Misa�s apartment and take
a long hot bath. After getting dressed and drying his hair, he would dig out a
few of the Death Note pages he had stashed in cunning places and pour himself a
large glass of expensive red wine. Then, when suitably relaxed, he would Write
Every Name He Knows down on those pages, taking care to be as creative and
inventive as possible with causes of death.

�Hmmmm, Nate
River� raped to death by
troop of rabid gorillas� � whilst that had a certain ring to it, it wasn�t very
stylish or in fact personalised.

He tried again. �Nate
River - L mask becomes
permanently attached to face, unable to remove it he starves to death three
weeks later�. This had the advantage of achievability,
(Near presumably still has his mask, whilst rabid gorillas are hard to come by
even at the best of times) and also enough dramatic irony and poetic justice to
satisfy Kira�s wounded pride. Near had wanted to be
L, had looked up to him and was probably soiling that great name with his
presences even now. So he would be L, the real one, if only for three weeks!
Ha!

Matsuda! He�d argued for Kira, and was the nearest thing
Light had to a genuine supporter close to home. But when it counted Matsuda had turned on him, shooting him and ending any
chance Light had for victory. �Something really nasty �Matsuda
Touta becomes convinced he is turning into fish.
After two weeks drowns self in toilet attempting to spawn.� Well there was room
for improvement there but then again Light had a while to think and wanted to
get it right.

By now he was
walking along a road he hoped was going in the right direction (away from the
warehouse). �Who next?� Aizawa and his family�
crushed by a grand piano? Mogi would die 20 days
after his penis had exploded in a tragic microwave related accident. �Ide? First name is Hideki isn�t
it? He wasn�t actually that much of a bastard in the end, so maybe something
not so��

�Hey! Excuse me, your not Yagami-kun are you?� Light
spun round, a car driving up behind him had stopped and a man was leaning out
the window. �Ide!� This was it! After leaving him for
dead they�d sent Ide back to finish him off! No
weapons and no where to run to. �Shit! Shit! Shit!� He�d just have to try and
talk his way out of this one.

�What are you
doing in a place like this?� �What? Errrrr breathing! No thanks to you� �Walking home�
Wasn�t he going to get on with it? Its not as though
Light could defend himself. �From way out here? Don�t you live near Kita-Kashiwa? You�ll be walking all night. Come here, I�ll
give you a lift.� Oh so that was it. Couldn�t kill him out here in the open so
they�d take somewhere deserted or maybe they�d just imprison him and leave him
to rot.

He didn�t really have many options out here, but in the car there were plenty
of possibilities. Ide�s gun, the police radio,
crashing the car or if the worst came to the worst, (and after his luck today
it probably would) he could always seduce Ide. Yuck!
But Light couldn�t remember the guy ever having girlfriend so it might be worth
a shot.

He got in, muttered �thanks� and buckled the seat belt (making sure to leave
slack for any quick actions and also not quite shutting the door so he couldn�t
be secretly locked in).

�Better start him talking� �So what
were you doing out here Ide-san?�

�Nothing really, complete waste of time! As if factories
malfunctioning are police business. Tried to explain of course, but they kept
insisting I got on to the department of work and industry about their
inspectors. Honestly, ne? But then just the other
day�� Ide proceeded to ramble about the trials of
police life and advising Light to �Go be a stockbroker or something, got the
same amount of excitement, shoot outs and wild car chases, but for a lot more
money and less drunks being sick on your shoes�

What the hell was wrong with this man! �I know it�s a tough job, but I always
dreamt of following my father�

�Yes, Chief
Yagami is a very inspiring man, how is he these days?� �errrr�dead, you were kind of there at the time� Light felt as
though he was missing something important in this conversation.

�Same as he usually is� �decomposing.�
Had this man forgotten Light was Kira?

�Suspect you don�t see that much of him these days,� (Light snorted at this)
�what with him being in charge of the Kira case.� This was getting weird.

�I thought Near was in charge these days.�

�Near, who is Near? Well I suppose L�s really the �lead investigator� but,
between you and me, I don�t think he�s trustworthy. Bringing in those FBI
agents illegally to spy on�er�Kira�. How did this man
cope with being a detective if he started discussing stuff like that with a
civilian?

�I haven�t seen
your father around much, probably not since the Sakura
TV incident. He used to pop into the office every few days,
I hope L�s not working him to hard. �tut� Just after
a heart attack as well. You tell him to take better care of himself.�

�Thanks, I�ll tell him you're thinking of him�. L bringing FBI agents? Dad�s
heart attack? Sakura TV? No way! Was Near trying to
confuse him to death? No, wait a minute! A poster they�d just past had
announced Ryuuga Hideki�s
new album that would be released in... feb
2005! 2005! What happened to 2010!

Was he really back in 2004? It would explain a few things, but time travel was
impossible. Didn�t you end up with having infinite mass and then killing your
own grandfather? Light had to know, but he felt asking �What year is this?�
would lead to some awkward questions. But then he remembered those whispered
words he�d heard as he�d died, didn�t he say those in 2004?

�This is Otemachi, will you be OK from here?�

Damn no chance to ask him now, but at least he could get away from Ide. For the whole car journey Light had felt nauseating
fear, but also embarrassment as this man had seen him at his worst, begging and
helpless.

He hid his
anger and hatred as he said his thanks.

�Anything for the Chief!�

Light jumped
the ticket barrier and got on the first Joban line
train to Torride, checking as he went every magazine
stand for the date. The newspapers were still full of Kira stories, but with
none of the good spin he�d come to expect of late. No adoring fans or Church of Kira yet, but then again remembering Mikami, maybe that wasn�t so bad.

He wasn�t certain yet if this was real or what he would do if it was, but at
the moment it looked like Light was back and he�d got a second chance.

And he would get things right this time.

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Just a little
hint for that ridiculously clich�d metaphor I was hinting at in the warehouse:
Salvador Dali

A big thanks to my Betas for this and the other chapters Believe
Bridesmaid and Underwater Owl

Thanks guys! ��

Hilda

�

Okay I'll get to work on the next two chapters

Believe Bridesmaid
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