Futatsu no Tsuki
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Chapter 3
Futatsu no Tsuki
Chapter 3
2 Days Later:
Yue read over the notebooks of information he’d gathered from the internet and News about Kira. Every victim’s information from age to blood type to time of death he’d written in the composition books. The other information only partly released to the public he kept in a separate notebook and folder - mainly about the deaths of the FBI members, with a group of papers listing all the mysterious deaths surrounding that day. He bit deep down on his lip before leaning back in his seat, the stewardess pushing a tray of snacks and drinks down the plane’s center aisle.
Clicking his tongue, Yue opened a link to a Japanese newspaper’s site; caramel eyes darting over the page. The stewardess passed by him with the tray as he locked on a peculiar article - a bus high jacking that had resulted in no injuries except the death of the culprit. Death by accident that, according to witness reports, was preceded by a hallucination by the culprit.
“Um, Kira kills by heart attacks, but it is not impossible that he can kill by other means. He can vary time of death according to the 3 days of 1 death every hour, it would not be unreasonable if he could control more.”
‘Yet, if the original spacing’s of deaths that suggest that Kira’s a student can be taken as truth…someone who’s intelligent, with a strong view of justice….’ Yue shook his head and scoffed, fingers opening another notebook as the sounds on the plane droned into a blur. ‘Impossible. The likelihood of that…improbable, yet….’
His eyes glanced at the paperback placed on the unoccupied seat next to him. The cover decorated by post-it notes - he read once quickly before swallowing. “ ‘Once you’ve eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth.’ Holmes’ words….the epitome of the detective character….”
Yue opened the first composition book as he sighed and wrote something briefly on the first page. Next he grumbled and closed the book, shutting his eyes for sleep to overtake him.
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L glanced over the information he’d obtained on Light, comparing it with what he knew about Kira - the most vivid red flag being Light’s intelligence and the next being his most perfect character. The profile for Kira was exactly like how Light seemed, and in most prior cases that had been all he needed - since the profile of a serial murderer usually betrayed some identifying characteristic of the culprit, leading to the acquisition of evidence. Kira’s profile provided no such identifiable flaws, no threads that could lead L to the evidence he needed for a conviction.
His surveillance of the Yagami’s home provided nothing except a reinforcement of Light’s intelligence and composure. Leading him to fear that if Light is Kira, he might not survive this battle - someone who didn’t wince at killing, who kept his mask on display without a fault would be someone beyond even himself. He had to try a different approach, something more direct to capture Kira.
‘If Kira had to be present to kill, it’d be possible to gain evidence by just figuring out his signature as a serial murderer…but that isn’t the case, and Light didn’t make any blunders under surveillance…’ L nibbled on his thumbnail, his black eyes drinking in the images from the surveillance tapes - those he recorded from the Yagami’s house and those he’d received from the train station the day Raye Penbar died. ‘There is something I’m missing…um….’
Light’s anxious expression from the other morning returned to his thought bank, the only aberration he’d detected in Light’s persona over the past week. It nagged at him, burning through his other thought trails as he picked up his fork - the metallic utensil held delicately between forefinger and thumb.
‘Light’s expression that morning seems to remind me of someone else…but, Yue is his fraternal twin and the likelihood that I’d met him before….it isn’t the facial features….’
L scooped up some strawberry cake and allowed his taste buds to linger over the sweetness as it passed his lips. His right foot scratched his left, the fork left between his teeth as he bit down on the tines.
‘…maybe the expression? But anxiety is common everywhere…no, it’s not just that…maybe the situation…?’ The detective’s black eyes widened a fraction, his body stilled until he loosened his bite on the fork. His pale skin tinged a brief red and he quickly placed the fork down on the plate before it could fall from his slackened fingers. ‘Why would…that night….impossible, the likelihood of that having a connection….’
L glanced at his plate and frowned, pausing the recorded tapes as he stood up from the couch.
‘I need a break from these tapes and to discuss what to do next with the others….something from 2 years ago in the States…has nothing to do with this case….’
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Light laughed after tossing Ryuk an apple, the cameras and listening devices gone from the entire house. He leaned back in his chair, death note opened to a blank page on his desk - the relief flooded through him along with exhilaration. The removal of the cameras signified nothing had been discovered as evidence, but also precluded the start of a new approach - he must ready himself for L’s next move.
“Hey, Light, now that the cameras are gone….why don’t you answer my question from before? Who’s room is that with the photo? The one with the same name in kanji as you….”
“Ryuk…that’s someone who pretty much died 5 years ago….” Light intoned calmly, the bristle in his voice undetectable as he switched on the TV and clicked open a pen.
“Eh? But, he’s still alive…I saw his lifespan when I saw that photo…it’s different than yours, so it’s not you….” Ryuk closed his mouth and leaned over Light when he noticed the teen stop writing in mid-stroke of a name in the death note. The brunette quickly recovered and finished the name before glaring at Ryuk.
“He’s dead to me. No need to bring him up anymore.” The sky outside showed the brilliant blue of a spring sky, the blooming of the sakura trees getting closer and closer each day. Light leaned back in his chair and watched the clear expanse of sky above his window, the boredom he’d once felt sliced into nothingness and instead filled with anticipation for L’s next move. The anticipation…he closed his eyes, teeth ground as the image of his brother flashed through his thoughts. It cut quick through the elation of besting L and the Taskforce, cut through the numb fog beneath his pride.
‘Yue…’ Anger blistered in his chest and the pit of his stomach, Ryuk’s words reverberating and smacking against his pride.
-…you always step toward the opposite side of the hall when you pass by that room….-
‘Do I really do that? Was it noticed in the surveillance? If it was…dad….’ Light stretched, his body language unconcerned though the memories from his childhood and Yue played on the background screen of his thoughts. ‘…might want to ask me about it…’
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+“Aniki! Wait up!” Yue called to his brother, leaving behind the group of bullies moaning on the ground. Bruises forming on their faces, cuts marring their skin - Yue’s knuckles burned as he flexed his hands. His legs quickly allowed him to catch up to his brother.
“Get away.” Light hissed, his face and body throbbing all over from every blow the bullies landed on him. The relief he’d felt earlier replaced with the simmering heat of rage. His teeth clenched as his younger brother remained by his side, arms offered to provide support to the injured 11 year old. “I said get away from me, Yue!”
“Aniki….why are you….I just helped you….”
“Helped?! Those boys are ones you fought last week! There’s no reason for them to come after me unless there’s something you did!!” Light rounded on his brother, ignoring the throb from his abdomen as he grabbed Yue’s shirt. The edges of his eyes grew moist and burned - tears that struggled against his self-control blurred his vision. “And this isn’t the first time either! Twice last month some boys I hardly knew jumped me - I got away with simply a bloody nose the first time, the second time I had to run from them…all because you have to settle all disagreement with your fists!”
“…I don’t…it’s not….I fought that Yashima boy last week because he was trying to bully you!”
“Oh, so it was all for good intentions, huh? Well that turned out just fine, didn’t it? Now I’m covered in bruises and have to explain to mom and dad why! I have exams at cram school I have to study for and now I don’t think I’ll be able to sit at my desk because it’ll hurt too much! You might be fine being a screw-up, but keep your crap out of my life!”
“Aniki….I…I’m not a screw-up…just because I don’t get perfect grades like you, just because I get 98s while you get 100s doesn’t mean I’m a screw-up!” Yue snapped, pushing Light to the ground when the elder brother scoffed. His fist swung hard against his brother’s face before he could comprehend what he was doing.
“Yue!!” Their father’s voice bellowed loudly as Yue felt himself pulled off his brother who lay in a defensive fetal position on the sidewalk. He paled, eyes swallowing Light’s injured form, then their father’s patrol car stopped on the side of the road. They were about two blocks from home. “Yue, what have you…?”+
-
Yue awoke abruptly as the stewardess pushed the trolley down the airplane’s center lane, the memory depicted vividly behind his eyelids. He swallowed and sat up straight, asking for a glass of water when the stewardess expressed concern about his sudden waking. The cool liquid running down his throat soothed somewhat the nausea rolling in his stomach. His hands shook.
“Aniki….” He leaned forward in his seat, recalling what happened afterwards that time - Light ended up being brought to the hospital by their father, his wounds cleaned and bandaged. Three nights in the hospital before Light was cleared to leave, forcing Light to miss the cram school’s mock exams and the first day of their grade 6 midterms.
Light had been allowed to make up the tests he’d missed, yet his grade results for the first time were less than perfect - 90s instead of 100s. The nausea Yue felt now was the same as the nausea he felt when he realized he’d for the first time surpassed Light’s score on a test. It was also the first time he’d ever felt ashamed for getting a high grade.
“Aniki…I was never able to tell mom and dad it wasn’t me who beat you up, because I realized it was my fault either way. I just…I just never wanted to be the forgotten younger twin. The useless younger brother….”
-
+“Useless, you’ll never be anything like your older brother.” Their grade 7 homeroom teacher leaned over Yue, the black haired, mustached man tossing the 12 year olds’ homework on the desk. The deep auburn brown haired boy was the only student in the room, having been singled out to stay after school.
Perhaps something inevitable when he contested a grade that teacher gave his most recent homework assignment. An assignment he knew he’d done complete and correctly.
He swallowed as the teacher’s hand….+
-
‘No.’ Yue shook the memory away, shooing away the tears, the cup of water back at his lips. He had the urge to order a drink, but refrained - the plane ticket was under his real name and age, his fake ID long since tossed out. Instead he opened up his composition notebooks housing all of his Kira research and poured over their contents, his sweaty right hand writing thoughts on the investigation in each page’s margins.
Chapter 3
2 Days Later:
Yue read over the notebooks of information he’d gathered from the internet and News about Kira. Every victim’s information from age to blood type to time of death he’d written in the composition books. The other information only partly released to the public he kept in a separate notebook and folder - mainly about the deaths of the FBI members, with a group of papers listing all the mysterious deaths surrounding that day. He bit deep down on his lip before leaning back in his seat, the stewardess pushing a tray of snacks and drinks down the plane’s center aisle.
Clicking his tongue, Yue opened a link to a Japanese newspaper’s site; caramel eyes darting over the page. The stewardess passed by him with the tray as he locked on a peculiar article - a bus high jacking that had resulted in no injuries except the death of the culprit. Death by accident that, according to witness reports, was preceded by a hallucination by the culprit.
“Um, Kira kills by heart attacks, but it is not impossible that he can kill by other means. He can vary time of death according to the 3 days of 1 death every hour, it would not be unreasonable if he could control more.”
‘Yet, if the original spacing’s of deaths that suggest that Kira’s a student can be taken as truth…someone who’s intelligent, with a strong view of justice….’ Yue shook his head and scoffed, fingers opening another notebook as the sounds on the plane droned into a blur. ‘Impossible. The likelihood of that…improbable, yet….’
His eyes glanced at the paperback placed on the unoccupied seat next to him. The cover decorated by post-it notes - he read once quickly before swallowing. “ ‘Once you’ve eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth.’ Holmes’ words….the epitome of the detective character….”
Yue opened the first composition book as he sighed and wrote something briefly on the first page. Next he grumbled and closed the book, shutting his eyes for sleep to overtake him.
0
L glanced over the information he’d obtained on Light, comparing it with what he knew about Kira - the most vivid red flag being Light’s intelligence and the next being his most perfect character. The profile for Kira was exactly like how Light seemed, and in most prior cases that had been all he needed - since the profile of a serial murderer usually betrayed some identifying characteristic of the culprit, leading to the acquisition of evidence. Kira’s profile provided no such identifiable flaws, no threads that could lead L to the evidence he needed for a conviction.
His surveillance of the Yagami’s home provided nothing except a reinforcement of Light’s intelligence and composure. Leading him to fear that if Light is Kira, he might not survive this battle - someone who didn’t wince at killing, who kept his mask on display without a fault would be someone beyond even himself. He had to try a different approach, something more direct to capture Kira.
‘If Kira had to be present to kill, it’d be possible to gain evidence by just figuring out his signature as a serial murderer…but that isn’t the case, and Light didn’t make any blunders under surveillance…’ L nibbled on his thumbnail, his black eyes drinking in the images from the surveillance tapes - those he recorded from the Yagami’s house and those he’d received from the train station the day Raye Penbar died. ‘There is something I’m missing…um….’
Light’s anxious expression from the other morning returned to his thought bank, the only aberration he’d detected in Light’s persona over the past week. It nagged at him, burning through his other thought trails as he picked up his fork - the metallic utensil held delicately between forefinger and thumb.
‘Light’s expression that morning seems to remind me of someone else…but, Yue is his fraternal twin and the likelihood that I’d met him before….it isn’t the facial features….’
L scooped up some strawberry cake and allowed his taste buds to linger over the sweetness as it passed his lips. His right foot scratched his left, the fork left between his teeth as he bit down on the tines.
‘…maybe the expression? But anxiety is common everywhere…no, it’s not just that…maybe the situation…?’ The detective’s black eyes widened a fraction, his body stilled until he loosened his bite on the fork. His pale skin tinged a brief red and he quickly placed the fork down on the plate before it could fall from his slackened fingers. ‘Why would…that night….impossible, the likelihood of that having a connection….’
L glanced at his plate and frowned, pausing the recorded tapes as he stood up from the couch.
‘I need a break from these tapes and to discuss what to do next with the others….something from 2 years ago in the States…has nothing to do with this case….’
0
Light laughed after tossing Ryuk an apple, the cameras and listening devices gone from the entire house. He leaned back in his chair, death note opened to a blank page on his desk - the relief flooded through him along with exhilaration. The removal of the cameras signified nothing had been discovered as evidence, but also precluded the start of a new approach - he must ready himself for L’s next move.
“Hey, Light, now that the cameras are gone….why don’t you answer my question from before? Who’s room is that with the photo? The one with the same name in kanji as you….”
“Ryuk…that’s someone who pretty much died 5 years ago….” Light intoned calmly, the bristle in his voice undetectable as he switched on the TV and clicked open a pen.
“Eh? But, he’s still alive…I saw his lifespan when I saw that photo…it’s different than yours, so it’s not you….” Ryuk closed his mouth and leaned over Light when he noticed the teen stop writing in mid-stroke of a name in the death note. The brunette quickly recovered and finished the name before glaring at Ryuk.
“He’s dead to me. No need to bring him up anymore.” The sky outside showed the brilliant blue of a spring sky, the blooming of the sakura trees getting closer and closer each day. Light leaned back in his chair and watched the clear expanse of sky above his window, the boredom he’d once felt sliced into nothingness and instead filled with anticipation for L’s next move. The anticipation…he closed his eyes, teeth ground as the image of his brother flashed through his thoughts. It cut quick through the elation of besting L and the Taskforce, cut through the numb fog beneath his pride.
‘Yue…’ Anger blistered in his chest and the pit of his stomach, Ryuk’s words reverberating and smacking against his pride.
-…you always step toward the opposite side of the hall when you pass by that room….-
‘Do I really do that? Was it noticed in the surveillance? If it was…dad….’ Light stretched, his body language unconcerned though the memories from his childhood and Yue played on the background screen of his thoughts. ‘…might want to ask me about it…’
0
+“Aniki! Wait up!” Yue called to his brother, leaving behind the group of bullies moaning on the ground. Bruises forming on their faces, cuts marring their skin - Yue’s knuckles burned as he flexed his hands. His legs quickly allowed him to catch up to his brother.
“Get away.” Light hissed, his face and body throbbing all over from every blow the bullies landed on him. The relief he’d felt earlier replaced with the simmering heat of rage. His teeth clenched as his younger brother remained by his side, arms offered to provide support to the injured 11 year old. “I said get away from me, Yue!”
“Aniki….why are you….I just helped you….”
“Helped?! Those boys are ones you fought last week! There’s no reason for them to come after me unless there’s something you did!!” Light rounded on his brother, ignoring the throb from his abdomen as he grabbed Yue’s shirt. The edges of his eyes grew moist and burned - tears that struggled against his self-control blurred his vision. “And this isn’t the first time either! Twice last month some boys I hardly knew jumped me - I got away with simply a bloody nose the first time, the second time I had to run from them…all because you have to settle all disagreement with your fists!”
“…I don’t…it’s not….I fought that Yashima boy last week because he was trying to bully you!”
“Oh, so it was all for good intentions, huh? Well that turned out just fine, didn’t it? Now I’m covered in bruises and have to explain to mom and dad why! I have exams at cram school I have to study for and now I don’t think I’ll be able to sit at my desk because it’ll hurt too much! You might be fine being a screw-up, but keep your crap out of my life!”
“Aniki….I…I’m not a screw-up…just because I don’t get perfect grades like you, just because I get 98s while you get 100s doesn’t mean I’m a screw-up!” Yue snapped, pushing Light to the ground when the elder brother scoffed. His fist swung hard against his brother’s face before he could comprehend what he was doing.
“Yue!!” Their father’s voice bellowed loudly as Yue felt himself pulled off his brother who lay in a defensive fetal position on the sidewalk. He paled, eyes swallowing Light’s injured form, then their father’s patrol car stopped on the side of the road. They were about two blocks from home. “Yue, what have you…?”+
-
Yue awoke abruptly as the stewardess pushed the trolley down the airplane’s center lane, the memory depicted vividly behind his eyelids. He swallowed and sat up straight, asking for a glass of water when the stewardess expressed concern about his sudden waking. The cool liquid running down his throat soothed somewhat the nausea rolling in his stomach. His hands shook.
“Aniki….” He leaned forward in his seat, recalling what happened afterwards that time - Light ended up being brought to the hospital by their father, his wounds cleaned and bandaged. Three nights in the hospital before Light was cleared to leave, forcing Light to miss the cram school’s mock exams and the first day of their grade 6 midterms.
Light had been allowed to make up the tests he’d missed, yet his grade results for the first time were less than perfect - 90s instead of 100s. The nausea Yue felt now was the same as the nausea he felt when he realized he’d for the first time surpassed Light’s score on a test. It was also the first time he’d ever felt ashamed for getting a high grade.
“Aniki…I was never able to tell mom and dad it wasn’t me who beat you up, because I realized it was my fault either way. I just…I just never wanted to be the forgotten younger twin. The useless younger brother….”
-
+“Useless, you’ll never be anything like your older brother.” Their grade 7 homeroom teacher leaned over Yue, the black haired, mustached man tossing the 12 year olds’ homework on the desk. The deep auburn brown haired boy was the only student in the room, having been singled out to stay after school.
Perhaps something inevitable when he contested a grade that teacher gave his most recent homework assignment. An assignment he knew he’d done complete and correctly.
He swallowed as the teacher’s hand….+
-
‘No.’ Yue shook the memory away, shooing away the tears, the cup of water back at his lips. He had the urge to order a drink, but refrained - the plane ticket was under his real name and age, his fake ID long since tossed out. Instead he opened up his composition notebooks housing all of his Kira research and poured over their contents, his sweaty right hand writing thoughts on the investigation in each page’s margins.