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CHAPTER 1: Caught

It happened while L was asleep.

Higuchi had been caught and things were obviously proceeding to the next stage of Kira's plan, whatever that was. Light had always been within the view of multiple cameras, so he wasn't orchestrating anything directly. That much had been clear. And yet, L had the persistent, nagging feeling that Light was going to strike at any moment, swiftly, decisively, in a completely devastating way.

Some things made a great deal of sense in L's mind, but other parts of the case were as mysterious and difficult to decipher as they'd ever been, leading L in mental circles and to logical dead ends.

It had been five coffee-fueled days and nights since L's last time asleep, and he had known that he needed to refresh his mind and renew his strength. He hated the necessity, as always, but sleep was indeed a necessity, an unavoidable weakness. And so he'd picked a random bedroom of the many empty ones available and had allowed himself to lose consciousness, depending on the cameras and Watari and all the security measures of the building that he'd designed himself to protect him.

It had been quite useless.

Sleep was indeed a terrible weakness.

L woke up to a suffocating weight, feeling gigantic bony hands grasping him as the body above pinned him. A blanket had been wrapped around his head, cutting off his vision.

The shinigami.

L screamed to alert the others, as much as was possible in a soundproof room where the sound could only get out through the audio feeds of surveillance cameras, and he kicked out hard with both legs, connecting with something, feeling and hearing bone crunching just slightly under his kick.

Rem's voice came, calm and strong.

"It does not matter, human. I heal almost instantly and I do not feel pain from physical injuries."

Long fingers pinned his arms to his sides in a vice-like grip. L kicked, sliding out from under the shinigami as much as he could, twisting and screaming again and wondering if anything was of use against a shinigami or whether he'd just die, and why he hadn't been killed yet, and if any of the others were still alive.

For his trouble he was roughly flipped over, still with no visuals but with the blanket pulling tighter around his head, and then human hands were on him in addition to Rem's.

"Light?" L said.

L scratched hard at the closest human hand and heard a pained hiss, and then suddenly the shinigami's weight was on him heavier than ever and he tried to gasp but couldn't breathe at all.

Chilly metal slipped around both his wrists behind his back and he heard the click of handcuffs snapping shut.

If Rem does not feel pain from physical injuries, does that mean there is some nonphysical way to hurt her?

L wished that he had thought far enough ahead to stock up on some superstitious supplies. Garlic, holy water, Buddhist prayer charms, an exorcist... whatever might work against a shinigami? Any attempt was better than nothing. His mind raced, trying to grasp at anything, any way to strike at Rem, as he became dizzy from being crushed so hard into the bed. No air flowed into his lungs.

He could feel his handcuffed hands being wrapped around and around with something that was obviously duct tape, horrendously sticky and strongly immobilizing, and then he was flipped over, his head free of the blanket, and took a huge gasping breath as he got the first view of his captors. Light and Rem were both in the bed, crouched over him.

Light said, "Hold him securely while I get his legs."

L screamed again, and kicked as hard as he could, but Rem was as solid and unmoving as a statue while Light fastened on metal shackles and then proceeded to wrap L's legs in layers of duct tape from the ankles to the upper thighs.

Except for the shackles, if I could get out of my jeans, I'd have my legs free.

L said, "Rem, you were watching Misa on that monitor, then, weren't you? What was it that provoked such a strong reaction? Did you see another shinigami?"

Rem said nothing.

Probably been instructed not to let any information out without Light's permission.

The shinigami maneuvered L into a sitting position so Light could wrap more duct tape, securing L's arms to his torso.

L said, "What are your demands, Kira? You obviously don't intend to kill me."

Without even stopping the tape-winding motions, Light replied, "It's rather presumptuous of you to think you understand this situation. I'm attempting to save your life-"

"From yourself?"

"From you. You're childish and stubborn, L. You would have foolishly pushed yourself to your own death, for no reason. Your sense of justice is admirable in principle, but in practice it is warped. You're too good to die and too intelligent to waste. After all, besides Kira, who has taken care of the most criminals? It's you, L. I am only doing what you would have chosen to do yourself, if you'd had both a clear view of the situation and all the facts."

So I am not being simply relocated for easy disposal of my body? This sounds like an attempt at brainwashing will be made. Light sees himself as the guardian of a wayward child who must be corrected?

Rem let go and L jerked, trying to head-butt Light. It didn't work. Light looked as if he had been expecting it, moving aside easily, and L's movements were as limited as a caterpillar, arms and legs bound and useless. He thought of how ridiculous he must look, all trussed up and mostly gray.

L went limp as the shinigami hoisted him up, carrying him as if he were a doll.

"Where are we going, Kira?"

"Call me Light, please."

Light made his way in front, as Rem followed.

L said, "It's ridiculous to pretend that we haven't settled this. You are Kira."

"It's ridiculous that you're childish enough to still want me to confess at this point. Aren't you more concerned about other things now?"

They popped out into the corridor, where there was a new chance, if anyone was listening...

L said, "Good point," and followed it with a scream. Light only covered his ears for a few moments and never halted in his walking.

At the far end of the hallway, they stopped at the elevator and Light input a code that he shouldn't have possessed into the keypad. He caught L's eye and said, "It's presumptuous to think that I wouldn't have cracked most of this building's security by now. Still, it isn't safe to stay here, which is why we're leaving."

"Leaving for where? Who else is still here?"

Did Light kill them all?

Light said, "Watari is safe but unconscious. He has enough drugs in his system that he's not going to know which way is up and which way is down even if he does wake up soon, and Misa is there to make sure things go smoothly. It would be completely wrong to kill him if we can save him, don't you think?"

The doors opened and they stepped in.

"And what about the others?"

"The others? You'll find out soon enough. Until then, their fate is none of your business."

L emphatically said, "If this goes badly, you'll have to kill your own father. Are you prepared to do that, Light?"

Light's eyes flashed and then hardened. He said, "If any of my plans had ever gone badly, I would have been required to kill him. I've known this for a long time. It's fortunate, then, that my plans always work. You should be grateful they work, for your own sake."

The doors opened again, into the security room that ultimately led out to the underground parking garage. L hoped that Light wouldn't be able to get through all the security measures, especially since the codes were changed every few hours.

Instead, everything went smoothly for Light. A smug little smile graced Light's face the entire time, and before long Rem was carrying L out into the garage, following Light towards an ominous-looking van with black windows, a van that hadn't been there before. Rem opened up the back, revealing Matsuda in a similarly trussed-up state, looking rather like a human cocoon.

As Rem loaded L in, he said, "Kira, if you torture us, you will then qualify as a particularly despicable criminal yourself."

Light smiled and said, "I'm not Kira, and I'm not going to torture anyone. You're both safe with me. I'm not a torturer like you, Ryuzaki."

Matsuda said, "Light, please let us go! I don't understand why you're doing this!"

L did his best to roll onto his side on the carpeted floor of the van and said, "He's doing it because he's Kira. That should be obvious even to you."

Matsuda said, "No! Light's gone completely crazy. He grabbed me from my bed, he keeps talking about saving us and he even got Rem to somehow believe him!"

Light got into the front of the van, as Rem closed the back doors and then phased through them to crouch between L and Matsuda.

Light said, "I don't blame you for thinking that way, Ryuzaki. Just because I can't tell you my reasoning or my plans, it makes me look suspicious and I seem like Kira. But would Kira save everyone? No."

I could get Light to make a mistake. If he is angry enough, he may become less rational.

L dryly said, "Kira is a complete psychopath."

There was the slightest hint of tension in Light's shoulders, barely visible from the back as he began driving.

After a few moments heavy with silence, Light said, "I'm simply moving everyone to a new secret location, to save all your lives."

"If that is the case," L said, "then you wouldn't mind me calling your father, would you? He's due to arrive at work for the morning in almost exactly four hours, and I'm sure he'll want to know the building isn't safe and that he could die if he goes there."

"No, I've already taken care of everything. Thanks for asking. By the way, this van is soundproof, so you can scream all you want. If it becomes too annoying I'll have Rem gag you."

L did try to scream his way out of the situation at various points on the trip, but nothing happened. If there were outside observers, and there must be plenty in Tokyo, they heard nothing. By the time the van stopped, he was gagged firmly, along with Matsuda.

Then Rem was suddenly pinning him again, the carpeted floor of the van digging into his neck, as Light crawled into the back with a syringe in hand. L kicked as well as he could, which was almost not at all.

Light's voice was serene.

"Don't worry, L. I won't hurt you. This is just something to make you sleep so you won't cause trouble. It's for your own good."

As the world blurred and slipped away, L could just barely hear Light saying, "We wouldn't want you to hurt yourself, after all."

Eventually, L woke up blinking, looking at a plain white ceiling and then glancing to one side and seeing Light sitting cross-legged on the floor of a padded, quilted substance that also covered the walls. Light was wearing a suit, but L could feel that he himself was nearly naked, with metal cuffs lined with soft material around his ankles and wrists. He glanced down and saw a diaper. He could feel that he hadn't soiled it, yet.

Light said, "This is the best I could do on short notice, without asking for too many sacrifices."

A padded room and... chains leading into holes in the floor from all my cuffs. One door to the room. Spacious - I could get a running start for a devastating blow. If I could obtain a weapon, I might be able to hide it under the padding until the correct time.

L pulled with his arms and legs, trying the chains and finding that they didn't budge.

L said, "How many workers died to create this?"

Light replied, "The fewest number possible, and I can assure you all of them were hardened Yakuza members, fully deserving of the unsuspicious deaths that will arrive for them soon."

"I don't like my room."

Light had a strange little smile on his face as he said, "I thought you'd say that. It's really not my choice, though. Each prisoner's environment is determined by their intelligence or by the abilities I know or suspect them to have. You're going to stay like this until the next stage of my plan. I'm afraid that with Wedy's escape-artist tendencies, she will have to remain in a medically-induced coma for the duration of this experiment. Matsuda, however, has been allowed his clothing and always has his chains at the furthest distance."

"Furthest distance?"

"There are four cranks outside your room. I can determine exactly how much slack to give you. You'll only be given slack on special occasions. Now, you've been unconscious for ten hours. I've already changed your diaper twice. Do you want to continue using diapers, or have access to a toilet?"

Instead of answering, L said, "What are you trying to do, Light? What is the experiment?"

Light smiled and said, "It's an experiment to make you and everyone else into non-dangerous opponents."

"An attempt to create Stockholm syndrome, then?"

Light sniffed derisively and said, "No, I have far more class than that. It's going to be more glorious than you can imagine, and when it's over you'll still have your free will."

Then, it's Stockholm syndrome with a large side-helping of delusions of grandeur. If I can't escape I may have to precisely calculate when to pretend to give in. Too soon and it's not believable. Too late and I may risk my mind.

L pulled at the chains, but he still wasn't able to make them budge. He remained spread-eagled on his back.

Light said, "Now, do you want to continue using diapers, or will you use a toilet? Either way you won't be allowed clothing. You're so intelligent that I can allow almost nothing into your reach."

"I'm cold. Please give me clothing."

"I'll turn up the temperature a few degrees. Now, diaper or not?"

Access to a toilet allows better opportunities for escape plans.

L said, "No diaper."

Light reached forward and began pulling off the sticky tabs that fastened the diaper shut. L closed his eyes, hating it.

This is not intolerable. He's seen me naked plenty of times. We showered together for months.

The diaper was pulled away, leaving behind cold air and a sensation of intense vulnerability. L felt goose bumps running up and down his entire body in response. He opened his eyes to see Light, just a slight distance away from his chained-down body, pulling at the heavily-quilted floor.

Part of the floor came up in Light's hands, a flap, like a trap-door opening. L tried to push his head upward but couldn't get much of a view.

Light said, "This is your toilet. If you lower your hindquarters into it, the machine will form a seal around you, and you can release waste of either kind. It is somewhat modeled on the zero-gravity toilets they use in space. Afterwards, strong jets of warm soapy water will clean you and then regular water will rinse you, and blasts of hot air will dry you. Once you are dry and clean, the machine will release you. Hands are not needed."

L said, "What is this place?"

"It's the exact opposite of the headquarters you built. It's a building outfitted with my security measures. I've gone to a great deal of trouble for everyone's safety and comfort. And, instead of being as wasteful as building a skyscraper in downtown Tokyo for just a few people, this building only has as many rooms as we need. Parts of it are quite like the interior of a house."

"Then everyone else is here too?"

"Of course," Light replied, "it would be too much trouble to care for them if they were spread across the city. I'm sure you've already deduced that much."

Scanning the all-white room once again, L was certain that he could pick out at least three cameras, up where the ceiling joined the walls, each one small and mostly white and almost indiscernible. He was certain there were more.

Light said, "I realize you'll be bored and after enough time your mind will seem to close in around you. I hope to spare you that suffering, and so I'll bring in a voice-activated television as soon as I can install it behind a shatterproof barrier, far enough from you that it won't be dangerous. We'll also talk to you and read to you though the voice link and sometimes in person."

"May I talk to Watari?"

"No."

L asked, "Any of the others?"

"Occasionally, under very restricted circumstances. Otherwise you would start scheming with them, creating some escape plan that would probably get you killed. Self-harm will not be tolerated even slightly. If you attempt to injure yourself, I'll be forced to keep you chained down in a diaper at all times or, in the worst case scenario, to put you in a medical coma."

So, I'll be trained and conditioned with rewards, threats and punishments. I suppose it is better than torture, but it is still uncertain as to whether Light might try adding torture at some later time.

In a different, commanding voice, Light said, "Misa, give him 84 centimeters on his arms, 42 on his legs."

With a mechanical sound beneath him, quieter than L would have expected, the chains began feeling slightly slack. L pulled at them, but the chains were determined to only slide out of their holes at their own slow speed. Light retreated out of reach as the process continued and L pulled his arms and legs slowly, slowly closer to his body.

Light said, "If you need to use the toilet, call out and either Rem, Misa or myself will give you enough slack to do so. I'm afraid we can't afford you any privacy. There are many hidden cameras in the corners of this room. Someone will always be watching and listening."

There was a gloating smile on Light's face, as if he were imagining the payback inherent in the situation.

L managed to sit up, a sudden fit of dizziness hitting him from the long immobility, and then he could curl his legs, drawing his knees to his chest in his favored position. He felt cold and awkward and supposed he must look ridiculous.

Light said, "You'll be offered showers once a week, with Rem supervising you when we let you out of your chains. The padding directly underneath your body will be removed and laundered at those times. You'll get fed three times a day, and we'll help you brush your teeth and comb your hair so that we don't have to risk giving your hands much slack. You will also have once-a-day exercise sessions when you'll be allowed enough slack to jog back and forth, so you'll be less likely to develop bed sores."

He expects to keep me a very long time, then. I shouldn't pretend to give in until four months have gone by. The regularity of this schedule should allow me to keep track of the date.

Light said, "Come over here. Even if you're not ready to use the toilet yet, I want to measure how little slack we can still give you and yet have you reach."

L crawled into position. There wasn't enough slack to completely stand up. The toilet, now that he was able to see into the depression, was weirdly-shaped, looking more like a high-tech science-fiction sink made of stainless steel and rubber gaskets than something to receive human waste.

He approached slowly, hiding some of the slack behind his wrists, pretending to need more, to not quite be able to reach the toilet. Light was standing just a bit too far back, but with more slack...

It's regrettable, but it now seems that execution by my hands is the only way to stop Kira. I'll die, but I've already been expecting that. It is not a tragedy to die.

Light said, "Misa, give him 17 more centimeters."

With that quiet mechanical clacking and hum, a few more links of chain exited from all four holes in the floor.

It should be possible...

L used every bit of his training, judging the moment and the slight slack in the chain precisely. It was very unlikely he could kill Light in his current position, as Light simply wasn't close enough, but maybe if Light were distracted by strong pain he would stagger closer, in a better position. And then, simply loop the chain around his neck, strangle him until Misa rushed in, and...

L flicked his wrist in a deceptively simple motion, putting enormous effort into it, using the chain like a short metal whip. It was a blur, snapping upward, and before Light could react the chain had split open the tip of his chin so badly that white bone showed in the bloody gash.

Instantly, Light was out of reach, just that fast, screaming harshly as he held his chin, the blood flowing out between his fingers, the scream rising in pitch, rising, rising, rising.

For a moment L saw anger and insanity flashing in Light's eyes as the screaming continued, and a dread certainty formed in the pit of his stomach, a certainty he would get killed in retaliation.

Then Light stopped screaming and the murderous expression was gone, replaced by a kind of arrogant yet forgiving expression. It was a reproachful, fatherly look, as of a god looking down on a sinner.

Insane serial killer thinks he's a god.

Between teeth gritted in pain, Light gasped out, "You don't know what you are doing. You have good intentions. You mean well. I would do the same in your place."

It was incredibly strange, hearing Kira speak those words. L didn't bother answering. It had to be a trick. Or was Kira truly that delusional?

The blood dripped down.

Light spun around and staggered out of the room, leaving bright drops of red along his trail.

Just as Light closed the door, that sound started up again and L was drawn backwards by his chains. The toilet trap-door flopped closed as his grasp left it, and it was barely visible. The chains pulled L down and also, though he tried to resist as hard as he could, the chains spread his legs and his arms.

He wondered how strong the machinery was. Images flashed through his mind, of himself being torn to pieces in four directions, an ancient method of execution. But it didn't happen. The chains pulled him back down into his spread-eagle position as before and then stopped, with just enough slack to squirm around a bit and satisfy mild itches or cramps.

What had to be a few minutes later, the door at the far end opened, revealing Misa, framed against a plain hallway with wood paneling. Nothing there looked useful for escape. She was dressed in a plaid miniskirt, a lacy black top, and a torn, over-sized red T-shirt worn over that top, the lace showing through many holes. She removed her shoes before entering the room. Rem glided through a wall to follow.

Misa said, "It was very bad of you to hurt Light, but we forgive you. There is a special doctor in this building helping Light right now. The doctor was killing his patients, so Light recruited him to work in our service before going to his judgment in twenty-three days."

Another controlled victim. I wonder if there are guards too, and what orders they have if I escape?

Misa stepped around the trail of blood drops and settled down cross-legged on the opposite side of L. L looked up at her face, searching it for signs of insanity, but it looked no different from before, when she'd been living in the headquarters building and had seemed like nothing more than a young and peppy celebrity. She had sometimes been a great deal of fun, when she hadn't possessed her memories.

Just as with Light's suit, there was something demeaning about being naked while approached by someone so carefully dressed.

L said, "I suppose you won't let me have a blanket either?"

Misa said, "No! Look what you did with just a chain! A blanket could be a weapon to strangle somebody, or to tear to bits and try to use in a scheme. You could end up hurting yourself terribly, perhaps even getting killed. I don't want you to get killed, Ryuzaki... uh, I mean L. You're our friend!"

Does Misa really care, or is this just part of the Stockholm syndrome plan? I'm alive right now for a reason. Either Light really is delusional enough to think he can recruit me into being a Kira supporter, or these two are too squeamish to kill me. Perhaps a combination of both.

L stared into Misa's eyes, brown now from a lack of contacts, and his mind ran over the time they'd lived together, analyzing every memory. Misa's time had been spent mostly at her modeling and acting jobs, and living on her own floor of the building but available for visits and for frequent dates with Light, while Light spent all but the last five days only a chain-length away. Had there been any clues?

Light had been quite an admirer, when he didn't have his memories. He'd been volatile at times, sometimes quick to start a fight, but overall he seemed glad to be where he was, glad to be working alongside L, the legendary detective he'd always heard about and looked up to. It had been fun, their minds clicking, their thoughts running together in similar channels. Was it hard for Kira to kill someone that his memory-less self had possessed genuine feelings of friendship for? Someone he'd been chained to for months?

It was a very intimate situation, with no choice but to socialize, no choice but to learn each other's nuances of thought and habits and domestic routines. Perhaps Light's guard had been down when he wasn't Kira and he became too attached. Perhaps Kira was only used to killing strangers, and so killing a close acquaintance was an act that was as yet out of his league.

And then there was Misa. She had a painful personal reason to be pro-Kira, but she'd proven herself capable of being anti-Kira, if she thought that Kira and Light were different people. She'd been hostile and annoying at first, but then had settled down into a personality that was much the same as any vivacious, fashion-obsessed woman of her age. She could possibly be manipulated as well.

L said, "Would it bother you if I died, Misa? If your boyfriend killed me?"

"Don't talk like that! Of course you're going to live, Ryuzaki... uh, L."

Misa stared down at his face, her blond hair dangling, her cheeks blushing.

"Both of us like you," she said, emphatically.

Her warm hand brushed gently across the side of his head, his ear, and then down to his neck, lingering there, cupping softly before withdrawing.

In a tender tone, Misa said, "We're working very hard to save your life."

L muttered, "Friends don't keep friends chained to the floor, naked."

"I know," Misa said as her voice started to break, tears trembling in her eyes and almost ready to fall.

Rem stood silently behind Misa, her body language tense, if L were able to read shinigami body language correctly. Once again L had the impression that Rem had been instructed to be quiet, as if she might leak some secret. L stared, trying to decipher what it might be, and Rem glared right back with her single visible eye.

I must take the chance of trying to manipulate Misa's feelings. Rem undoubtedly likes Misa much more than Light. Based on my research into Misa's family, I think...

L decided to take the chance, and said, "Would your parents have approved of what you are doing?"

"No," Misa said, and rubbed her eyes. Her make-up smeared just a bit and she sniffled.

"Then why," L said, "don't you simply stop? With a shinigami on your side, I would have no choice but to acknowledge that a stalemate is in effect. I cannot risk the hostages that could be taken by an invulnerable shinigami or the rampage of revenge that might occur if the two of you were to be executed. It would be easy for us to work out an enforceable pact to acknowledge the reality of this stalemate, a pact where you and Light go free as long as all the murder notebooks are handed over and no additional Kira-style slayings occur."

Accusingly, Misa said, "You're still trying to defeat Kira, by taking away the Kira part of Light."

"You do realize it's wrong to kill people, don't you?"

Misa said, "It's not like that!"

Her voice got softer as she added, "It's wrong to have this much power and not try to help the world, isn't it? Light is going to create a utopia. Individuals don't count against something like that."

L said, "If you turn my offer down and continue murdering criminals, someone is going to catch you someday. You must realize that. But, if you stop now and accept the offer of my protection, I can promise you that nobody will ever arrest you."

Rem startled slightly at that statement.

Interesting.

Misa said, "Light has arranged everything. He talked to Deputy-Director Kitamura as L, and he said that the entire task force would be out of the country chasing a lead in high secrecy, and it might take months or longer. He said none of the investigators would even be able to contact their families because of the security challenges in the situation."

So nobody will be looking for anyone, except that there is a slight chance Roger might look for Watari and myself after my clock runs down, and of course Aiber's wife would wonder where he went, but she'd have no clue where in the world to even start.

The exposed feeling was bothering him again. He shifted against the padded floor. There was too much air.

"Please," he said, "I really do need a blanket."

Misa patted his hand, as if to comfort, and said, "I'm sorry, but you won't be able to convince me to act against Light's wishes. I have to go now, L, but I'll be back later. I need to help Light, and there are soooo many people to feed and care for."

She got up and retreated, looking over her shoulder several times on the way out. L thought he detected just a hint of blush. Rem lingered behind, staring and staring after Misa had slipped out the door.

L said, "I believe you find my offer attractive."

Rem said nothing, but she soon slid through a wall.

Once Rem was gone, there was nothing to look at in the all-white room except the bright red trail of blood Light had dripped across the floor.

L stared at those drops for hours afterwards. There was nothing else to do. Staring and thinking, thinking and staring. It had strangely become his life. That former life living at the headquarters building, it seemed very far removed, even though it had ended barely a day before.

L wondered if the disconnected feeling were a side effect of whatever drug he'd been given earlier to knock him out.
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