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The Two Lights	By : Hilda211 Category: Death Note > General Views: 1844 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Camera #4 was outputting on the main
display. It showed the secure entrance to the building form the underground car
park. Camera #17 recorded the south entrance to the car park.

Cameras #16 to #23 were watching the
delivery men bring out their final boxes, placing them in the service elevator
and leave. Shortly after their van passed under the gaze of #15 (north exit) 2
cars with blacked out windows showed on camera #17. They drove silently through
the car park where they stopped under #4. Two drivers got out and opened their
passenger�s doors. Under the faint glow of the screens in the control room, a
young man watched as 8 people and several boxes got out and moved toward the
doorway.

He could write in the notebook if he wanted
to. He was desperate for at least 3 of these men to die in horrific ways. So,
knowing he�d be tempted, the notebook has been locked away. Now is his time to
watch.

He is not disappointed by his choice, �after
all these years�� First in line is the old man, Wammy, then The Idiot, who�s
become hyper with excitement. Behind him, and telling him of is Afro �I�d
forgotten how silly he used to look.� Then came Mr. Tall and Silent walking
next to him, �Dad�Daddy.

He took a deep breath to crush the welling
doubt. �he will not be hurt, if I can avoid it�. The bimbo was next flouncing
along like the drama queen she was, angry at the unfairness of it all and the
lack of offers to carry her bags.

Trailing behind them and already discussing
the case is tragic prince chained to a monkey. Under camera #4 the prince is
tired and thin, dragged behind a slovenly hunchback by chain on his wrist
that�s completely �absent?

�Oh wow, I really have messed things up now
haven�t I?� said Kira.

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Light was very impressed with the new head
quarters. 23 stories of high tech detectiveness, with a basement and 2
helicopters, � now if only all the lights worked! Still it was a building
straight out of his dreams, automated, computerised and above all, shiny. The
only thing wrong with the dream was that silly Gothic L on the screens,
replacing the moon kanji.

�When I design my HQ�� he muttered

It was (almost) perfect and as such the
complete opposite of a normal police office, missing the yellowing paperwork,
encrusted coffee mugs and that mysterious smell from the air con that defined
his dad�s place of work.

This wouldn�t be like a normal police
investigation, rules would be broken, liberties would be taken and not only
would things not �be done by the book� the book in question would be tossed in
the shredder and used to fuel the fire of justice. It was going to be so cool!
Never would Light get the chance to work like this, with this freedom and this
opportunity. His enthusiasm could barely be contained, ever since L had finally
allowed him on the case rather then
just under its scrutiny. Although a
few unkind comparisons to Matsuda from the team had somewhat dampened his
outward signs of excitement, and of course L�s continued accusations hadn�t
been all that encouraging.

Still, the true investigation was finally
underway. Light had suffered for so long in that terrible, lonely cell under a
suffocating suspicion, he felt that now he�d been freed he deserved a reward,
and this was it. For now Yagami Light was part of L�s team, in their shiny new
investigation centre. He was technically working for L (not that he was being paid�or in fact had any choice in the
matter) but Light was sure that once they began working side by side with Light
putting his all in, L would come to realise Light�s abilities (shown in stark
contrast against those of the �experienced team�) were on a par with his own.
It was only a matter of time Light believed, before he was working with L. Not the best state of affairs
but a better one.

Looking around his new home/workspace,
secret lair or the �L cave�, Light though all they needed now were spandex
uniforms or handy gadgets to be real �secret agent men�. Though Light�s James Bond
fantasies seemed incongruous when viewed with L in mind, who was,
disappointingly the real deal. L, known not by a number but by a letter, world
renowned yet completely anonymous. An eccentric genius, a crime fighting super
hero but Light doubted whether L ever seduced any super models, survived
shoot-outs with enemy combatants or daringly escaped large explosions. He was
the sort of secret agent who sat around eating �clairs starring at his suspect
until he gave in and confessed out of shear boredom. Still L was kind of cool,
once you got use to him and he stopped accusing you of international mass
murder. And if L wanted to be friends, Light wouldn�t mind especially if they
got to play tennis again or maybe talk about something other than the whole Kira
business.

However Light wasn�t sure if friends were
meant to electronically tag friends. For a start it completely ruined his
secret agent image. The tag took the form of a wide, thick, plastic-coated,
deceptively heavy band around his right wrist. It would tell L and Watari his
current location, what he�d been doing there and said, his blood pressure and
heart rate; destroying any relics of his non existent privacy and
coincidentally making it very tricky for Light to wear this season�s tight �
length shirts and blazer jackets!

Beyond the tag he wouldn�t be allowed to
leave the building, would be monitored constantly and allowed no independent
communication with the outside world. His room would be next door to Ryuzaki�s
on the 5th floor, far away from the others who were to be housed on the 20th
floor up. Yet, this was freedom compared to the cell, at least now he was able
to walk around, wash and change when ever he wanted to. L would never be far
away but there would be other people to talk to and work to be done.

�This is the central working area, all the
computers are connected to the ICPO network and the Interpol databases. The
door on the left leads to the street-level secure entrance, you�ll need these
key cards, they have your room numbers on in red�.no the other way up
Matsuda-san. Yagami-kun, Amane-san, neither or your key cards work on the main
door ways, and should your wristband come with in 2 meters of a restricted area
the alarm will sound and there is the possibility a small electric shock�entirely
safe of course Yagami-san� Amane-san your band will be removed for your
�excursions� and a smaller unit��

Watari was giving the team the tour of the
building but Light was for too tired to pay much attention, (just listening to
the important points as surprise electric shocks weren�t going to be fun). He�d
spent several weeks with his legs bound together; all this walking around was
wearing them out. It seemed that everyone except Aizawa, would be moving in
tomorrow after going home for supplies.

Misa was impressed with her rooms but was
already making decorating suggestions and offering Light the use her shower if
the one in his room wasn�t working yet. Whence L tersely informed her that
whilst parts if the building weren�t quite complete he�d thoughtfully assigned
them fully functioning rooms and that his two suspects couldn�t possibly be
left alone unchaperoned. They returned to the tour, leaving Misa yelling
pervert accusations at their backs, and vowing to pass any obstacle to be with
her true love. Light stared at the floor, refusing to meet their eyes as the
lift descended, a pink blush staining his cheeks.

�Whilst the main kitchens and dining room is
on the 22nd floor there is a small pantry and tea room above the main room.
Also up the glass staircase are three meeting rooms and a filing room. The
floor above is mostly disused but can become a lab and evidence room, should
the need arrive. Caterers and cleaners, all vetted, will arrive by the
tradesman�s entrance, using only the service elevator and as such you should
never have to come in to contact with them. I, myself, will live and work, as
it were, in the control room. The room�s location is secret; accessible only to
myself and Ryuzaki via a separate elevator��

�Yes, I designed this building specifically
with Kira in mind. I�ve commissioned other buildings before, for other
criminals and mainly for convenience�s sake but this is the first time I�ve
gone this far with the security. But then this is the first time I and my team
have been direct targets, and from a criminal who doesn�t need to physically do
anything to harm us. However, just in
case everything and everyone coming into the building will be checked for
explosives, nuclear and biological hazards. The building can survive a Richter
9 earthquake and direct impact from a typhoon, it has its own air supply and
multiple electrical generators, should the need arise. And with the food and
water reserves filled, this building and up to 60 occupants should survive up
to three months under siege conditions- �

�Wow! Are we going to need all of that?�
Ryuzaki looked perplexed as Matsuda interrupted his flow.

�Well of course, we have to be prepared for
any��

�For what? Invasion? Nuclear winter? Aliens?
Kira is one man, who needs only a photograph to kill, not a force of nature or
a medieval army with battering rams and cannons! And how are we going to survive a siege without bed sheets or
flushing toilets and wires hanging all over the place. We�re more likely to die
from tripping or falling down the stairs that by heart attack here!�

�You seem to know a lot about Kira,
Yagami-kun�� Both Yagamis glared at him but Light had a point, the building was
obviously not finished. There were still plastic wraps over half the stuff,
styrofoam packaging and polystyrene chippings formed heaps and dunes around the
room. Matsuda had sequestered some of the large amount of bubble wrap for his
own amusement and was popping happily to himself.

�Nether the less, barring a few stock
issues, this building is prepared for any eventuality no matter how small the
risk might be! Kira might not have control over earthquakes, but he is as
dangerous. Whilst his supporters are not a �medieval army� should he be able to
mobilise them into action, you will be very grateful for the consideration and
foresight I showed in designing this building. The terror known as Kira will be
stopped and this is the place where it will happen! Here, where we are safe to
work. Working efficiently and quickly, without fear or the worry that Kira may
strike us down at random. You may call me paranoid if you like but I believe in
the months to come my caution and protections will prove to be entirely
justified!� Annoyed with all the doubting comments and speculative looks from
the team L stormed over toward the main computer bank.

�Kira is the ultimate evil and I will catch
him. Outside he is vulnerable and alone, inside we are protected from him and
completely safe!� He, triumphant in making his point, slammed down in a chair,
still covered in plastic and with one wheel not screwed on. Physics occurred.
The chair pitched sideways, his jeans sliding across the plastic made an
obscene noise and L, the world�s greatest detective, was thrown into a pile of
polystyrene packaging with a very undignified yelp.

An embarrassed silence filled the room. Then
someone laughed, and someone else thumped that person.

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[Save as]

�hmmmm� �Ryuzaki � too smart for his own
good�? �Chair acrobatics�? or �How wrong can you be?��

[Save]�� [Cancel]

After he�d managed to stop laughing and calm
down Light decided that the events depicted on camera # 72 were to wonderful to
be lost. He settled on calling the file �Chair acrobatics� because whilst
Ryuzaki�s pointless paranoia was amusing, his facial expressions as he went
down were priceless. Light even cut in footage from cameras#73 and #69 to cover
all the angles, L�s desperate grasp for the desk, his feet flying upwards and
of course the small shower of polystyrene thrown up by his landing.

Even now on the live feed, he still had some
lodged in his hair. Watari was attempting to brush it out and check over his
boss at the same time, whilst a shaken Ryuzaki was trying to put as much
distance as he could between himself and the chair and regain some of his lost
dignity.

[Play.]

Laughter once again broke out in the
parasitic control room. It was boyish laughter, good humoured and light which
only grew stronger as the video was played in reverse. However a thought
occurred to him, the increased pace of deaths must really be effecting L, as
Light didn�t remember him being any where near this paranoid last time.

So concerned with Kira�s actions L had been
in almost daily contact with his engineers and construction managers, changing
and modifying the plans and design of the building and its security. Light was
thankful for that, with all the confusion and upheaval on the site the
intelligent and insightful Kagami-san had become everybody�s new best friend. A
mere techy, but very able when it came to tricky building plans, and who but Tarou-kun
would�ve come up with a way to hide that huge balls-up? The casting team almost
cried when they realised they�d got a completely different set of plans to
everyone else and had put in that fourth elevator shaft when there should�ve
only been three. Tarou-kun had shown them how to hide it, so everything was ok
then, right? How those simpletons had made him laugh!

Kira was glad that the team had finally
taken up residence in the building; before now it would have looked suspicious
if this building had accessed the Interpol prison databases and he�d had to
make do with criminal who made the news. �Thanks, Ryu� and fun over Light went
and got his note book and proceeded to get on with his real work, making the
world a better place.

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Ryuzaki had dismissed the team pretty
quickly after that. Light hoped his Dad would be able to read his list, as
Ryuzaki hadn�t given him much time to write it. Now that he was out of
confinement he wanted to enjoy being himself again. His father often worried
about the seemingly excessive time and effort Light made on his appearance, but
he could hardly argue with the results; universal popularity with anything in a
skirt, a phone book so full he�d had to buy another phone just to cope and now
supermodels and teen idols stalking him. OK there was only one of them and
there was probably something very wrong with Misa. Still he was
handsome, highly fashionable and charming, whatever his father thought about
hair dye and fake tan making him gay. In fact, his father should be proud of
him! Just because in his day men were supposed to be ruff, hairy and smell
foul, didn�t mean Light wasn�t at the cutting edge of fashion.

Once the team were gone, Ryuzaki suggested
that Light might like to see his room, then he�d heard him �suggesting� to
Watari that he might like to get the cleaners in after he�d returned from
buying some of the more urgent missing items. �At lease I�ll have something to
sleep on� thought Light as Ryuzaki lead him upstairs. �This will be
Yagami-kun�s room. Watari will bring food down later��

�Umm� thanks.� There was an embarrassed
silence as Light wondered what he was meant to be doing and when Ryuzaki would
notice he was blocking the doorway.

�I hope it�s suitable, it�s a bit bigger
than your one at home and��

�Right, yes, I�m sure it�ll be perfect...�
�if you ever let me go inside� What was Ryuzaki hanging around for? Couldn�t he
see Light was tired and just wanted to sleep?

�Yagami-kun should get an early night, so we
can get started early tomorrow on the�.What are you doing�?� Ruzaki had almost
squeaked as Light had suddenly lean forward once hand outstretched to ward his
face. The hand touched Ruzaki�s cheek, it slid slowly upward towards his hair
line and Ryuzaki gasped. The hand retracted, Ryuzaki opened his eyes (when had
they closed?) to see in the palm of Light�s hand�the piece of polystyrene he�d
just fished from his hair.

�Oh�

�Goodnight Ryuzaki-san� and using Ryuzaki�s
stunned confusion he slipped past him into the room, shutting the door behind
him. �What a freak!� thought Light moments later when he heard a nearby door
slamming.

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�What a freak!� thought Kira as on the
monitors L leaned back against his door, face bright red, the piece of
polystyrene clutched in his hand. �Never did like being touched did he?� Kira
was almost done for the night, just needing to check on Higuchi before getting
a few hours sleep. With all the cleaners and workmen out in the main room, he
thought he might try sneaking out for food, but Watari was watching them like a
hawk, making sure they got every bit of packaging off the floor.

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Ryuk was worried, although doing his best
not to show it. He was currently bitching at Light to go get him an apple
without much success.

He didn�t actually want an apple, as
surprising as that was, he actually just wanted to get out of this room. The
parasitic control room had been built to allow one man to hide in absolute
secrecy and control the building. As such it was tiny, a small hollow between
the 17th and 18th floors, covered in monitors, computers and other
un-apple-like things that Ryuk wasn�t interested in. Below the room was
another, smaller hollow in which Light had squeezed a small camp bed and
everything else he needed to call the place home. As you can imagine this
living situation wasn�t conducive to a 8ft tall, broad shouldered Shinigami. He
couldn�t all be in the room at once, so when he complained about his lack of
apples what he really wanted was to see his feet again. Or to fly, flying right
now would really help him think and after today he had a lot to think about.

Like why there were two Lights. Normally
Ryuk would put anything strange like this to humans being humans, but this was
different. Ryuk was sure Light would have mentioned having an identical twin by
now. How did he know so much? Like, how did he know when he first drove into
this building site that it would one day be inhabited by L? How had he escaped
the confinement? Why did he laugh at Ryuk�s jokes now? He never used to, and
definately not in that terrible polite laugh. Ryuk didn�t like it. Light always
used to share his grand plans with Ryuk, now he would barley tell him what was
going on. It wasn�t fair for Light to get all the fun and he certainly did a
lot of laughing these days.

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Light�s new room was large and mostly empty.
An unmade double bed was on the far side of the room, with a wardrobe and chest
of draws opposite the bed and on the wall next to the door was a large
full-length mirror. The en-suite bathroom yielded a western toilet, sink and
separate bath and shower stall, however the bath had yet to be connected to
anything and the bathroom cabinet was still flat packed in a box propped up
against the toilet. The shower appeared to be working, although �working� meant
a random alternating pattern of �scaldingly hot� and �buttock-clenchingly cold�
with only a few seconds of �pleasant� to fool you in to relaxing or get the
shampoo in, before in flipped back to one of its preferred locations.

After surviving that exciting experience he
exited the bathroom, towel round waist, coming face to face with the large
mirror, and had the normal reaction to someone unexpectedly presented with an
image of their less than perfect self.

�Urgh!� Sitting still for weeks on end had
not had a positive effect on his body. He was thinner certainly, but not in a
good way. Where before had been a perfectly toned, slim sex god now stood a
skinny, pale, lifeless weakling. 'yuck.' His roots were showing through, so he
added hair dye to the list of things his farther needed to buy, as well as his
expensive shampoo and conditioner, favourite shower gel and some�, gazing at
that pale expanse of horribleness, very strong fake tan. He wouldn�t be able to
get his trim�n�toned self back for a while but the fake tan would get rid of
the �kept in a cave� look he was currently sporting and L seemed so fond of.
He�d need scissors too, before his perfect hair style disintegrated into that
nightmare that sprouted from L�s head.

Oh god! Look at his arse! Where had his
tight, tennis trained bum gone? He�d looked amazing in fitted pants and girls
had always loved pinching his arse� this was an emergency! Did L include a gym
in this building, with all the other useless crap this place contained surely
it would have a gym� or tennis court! He�d get L to play tennis with him, screw
the case there were more important things at stake here! �Ok, that was probably
a little excessive but didn�t they say exercise improved thinking, he�d just
have to suggest it to L that way.

Leaning in close to the mirror Light noticed
something else horrific �blackheads.

�Ewww!� He�d never had a spot in his life,
why did it have to start now? Well what did he expect when force to sit in his
own sweat, bound in a cell, no moisturiser or exfoliant in sight? It was as he
stood there examining the damage to his complexion close up, that Light noticed
something else, at first he was confused, convinced his eyes had to be lying to
him, it just wasn�t possible.

Like a snake his right arm shot out and
flipped the light switch, plunging his room into darkness, revealing on the
other side of the two-way mirror frozen in horror, eyes wide and thumb in mouth
L standing a few feet away from where Light had been examining his own arse.

�Oh Bollocks!� said L.

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