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Absolute

I got my head, but my head is unraveling. Can't keep control,
can't keep track of where its traveling. I got my heart but my heart
is no good and you're the only one that’s understood. I come
along but I don't know where you're taking me. I shouldn’t go
but you're reaching back and shaking me. Turn off the sun, pull the
stars from the sky. The more I give to you, the more I die... And I
want you.
-The Perfect Drug // NIN

5. Tangled in Thorns

Laughter filled the air, laughter void of sanity.

Strong hands flipped through the worn pages of a black book,
ruby red eyes praised the sinful paper admiring the thousands of
names that were neatly written. Soon everyone would know the face of
Kira, the worlds saviour and they would bow down before him.

“People change, thoughts change…” He mocked,
twisting his features as if the words disgusted him. “I am
greater than human. I am unchanging.” He swept a hand through
immaculate hair. “I am God.” The handsome psycho
outstretched long arms as if to say and all this is mine but in the
midst of it was rudely interrupted.

“God is more than a man with a Death Note.” L
announced from his seat at the head of the room, his long legs draped
uncharacteristically in front of him. Kira noted how unflawed the
vampire looked sitting like that. Sitting there as if he was
deserving. “L.” The pale one tilted his head in the
killer’s direction at the sound of his name.

“I will have my throne, sit upon it and rule this world
as I was always meant to. You, L will take your place on my right
hand side. Be my angel, my angel of death.” L shot him a
stunning glare that dared that statement to prove true. The vampire
detective was no one’s right hand man, especially Kira’s.
Regardless if the world was destined for ruins or not he would not
bow down to the megalomaniac. If it came down to it he would be the
only one opposing Kira’s rule.

“Premature, Kira.” L spoke darkly moving as
something sinless across the room. “You, your life is in great
peril and I’m the only being that can save you.”

“You? Save me?” To this Kira laughed as L hovered
closely, breathing smoothly in his face. “How?” L’s
eyes exploded into a blinding seemingly pupil-less black, his mouth
opening wildly as his pointed teeth shone like a beacon to lost
souls. “Like this-” Suddenly the younger of the two felt
like he was falling… There was flash of white then cold enamel
against hot skin. “ I am greater than God… greater than
you.” The ground beneath him shattered, falling, he was falling
again as he lost all control.

-o-

In a vehicle he didn‘t recognize, behind masked windows,
a pair of hands was on him pushing him back into the blistering
leather seats. A dangerously hot voice ignited his ear, setting him
ablaze as icy lips burned against his skin curving into an unfamiliar
smile. Almost instantly there was a heavy pressure at the base of his
neck and he tried to move from it. Feeling drugged, he struggled
pathetically to move heavy immobile limbs, his vision swayed as his
head was thrust back exposing his virgin neck.

“L?”

Teeth introduced themselves to freshly abused skin, a large
hand wrapped around his wrist as he was pulled forward much like a
marionette with tattered strings. In a frightfully gentle motion he
was jerked from his seat and pinned between the door and his
assailant. Light tried to open his eyes but they felt sewn shut. The
more he struggled for vision, the need to deliver a death glare at
the person shoving at him, the more his eyelids were stitched
together by invisible string. There were lips at his mouth now, and a
hand on the back of his head pushing him against the bloody visage,
coaxing his lips to open. He fought for all it was worth, and it
wasn’t worth much because his struggles were useless. He was
every bit as functional as a paper doll thrown into the wind. He felt
the blazing copper tasting liquid mixed with warm saliva oozing over
his tongue and teeth sliding down his throat.

“The problem with dreams is they’re never really
what they seem.”

“Who are you?”

“If you let me I will be the embodiment of everything you
fantasize.”

“I embody everything I want.”

“Light Yagami, no... Kira.” A hot mouth breathed
into his ear and the rough hands melted away revealing petite ones.
The smaller hands gripped his face by the chin twisting his head
sideways. Light could almost see the outline of the person above him,
almost see the shadow of long hair spilling over the mysterious
beings shoulders. The teen willed his mind to focus, make his body
move. He hated being helpless, being trapped beneath a viper that
knew his name. Teeth scraped across the already opened flesh on his
neck and bit in, sinking deeply. He wanted to kick the face hovering
over him, knock a few teeth out then rip the person apart, but all he
could do was try not to scream as a searing pain burned its way up
his spine.

“Ughhnn…!” It was excruciating; it felt like
bolts of electricity licking at his whole being. There was a hand in
his hair trying to still his body as it jerked in unwanted spasms.

“Shh.” The ‘demon’ above him soothed
stroking across Light’s face as he whimpered in pain. “You’ve
just bestowed me the gift of life.” Funny, it didn‘t feel
like he was giving a gift. It felt more like his very essence was
being drained from him. Forcing his eyes open, he for the first time
lay sight on the person/thing above him. Powerful eyes shone at him
and a enchanting smile lingered across his weary field of vision
along with a sharp set of bloody canines. Then his eyes clamped shut
as if that alone zapped his energy. Light felt his assailant should
feel grateful he didn’t have use of his limbs. He couldn’t
even spit in the persons face. He’d tried, and all he managed
to do was have a luke-warm trail of drool slide down his numb cheek.

“Hate is such a trivial emotion, let it go Kira. You will
be glorified for your contribution to my life,” Hissed the
vampire above him. The immortal being with skin like glass, alabaster
porcelain and brilliant ash-black eyes, her pupils rimmed with
cracked crimson smiled evilly at him.

Light would never forget that face, the face of his soon-to-be
murderer, he somehow realized now as L‘s Mother.

Suddenly there was a sick crunching sound filling the air, like
flesh and metal being crumpled together, suburban-like soda cans
tossed into the proverbial trash of his enigmatic mind. Something or
someone was ripping through the atmosphere, a sharp blade cutting
jaggedly along the edges of a dream, picking out the weeds, replacing
them with something softer. A familiar voice whispered possessively,
“Mine…” Light barely saw the sweep black hair as
he was pulled from his assailant and thrown to the other side of the
suv. “He belongs to me.” The heavy humid wind blew
through the dark vehicle as L spoke heatedly to his Mother. “He’s
mine.”

“You can keep him, but his blood belongs to me.”
She hissed.

“The blood that flows through his veins is useless to
you.”

“Useless?” She inquired with a smile. “I do
not think one-hundred years of life is useless.”

“It is when he has relinquished ownership of the Death
Note.”

Light’s vision kept fading in and out as he struggled to
kiss reality.

“Shh. Wake-up… wake-up.”

Pale hands were suddenly pulling him closer, lips smiling, as
it all blurred into the canvas his eyes had painted. “Light-kun,
wake-up.”

The blankets fell to floor as Light shot up in his bed, sweat
drowning his brow. A heavy hand caught his head as it fell forward
and he brushed the damp hair away from his skin. “What the hell
is going on in my head?” It scared him to think that his brain
had created that dream using the wayward thoughts in his mind. Light
stood to his feet eyes following the diagonal slit of light that hit
his big toe and led to the crack in his door. Why exactly was his
door open? He always closed it before he went to bed. Wiping at his
forehead once more he walked into the dark living room. L was on his
computer almost silently tapping away at the keys. The detective did
not cease his work or turn his head as he spoke. “Bad dream?”
He wanted to say yes, he wanted to tell L about his nightmare but
something within him prevented that from happening.

Light stared at L’s messy hair and the way it surrounded his
head like some kind of protection amulet ready to stab the unaware.
He liked it, liked the way it was a perpetually elegant mess. “My
door was open.”

“Hmm, such a dilemma.” The dark hair man turned,
taking him in with those endless obsidian eyes. “Is that why
you are sweating? Did your dream escape through the open door?”
Biting into his lower lip he refrained from spewing stabbing remarks.

“Are you always this comforting?” He asked wishing his
dream would escape to the recesses of his mind and bury itself there
so he would never have to envision or think of it again. What
unnerved him most was the realness of it, the way those frigid hands
felt ghosting over his hot skin as he lay helpless. Light touched two
fingers to his neck, sighing in relief when he felt no break in the
skin. Kira needed to be protected, Light would not let that part of
him become victim to Lenore. If he gave up the Death Note like L had
said in his dream his blood would be rendered useless to Lenore. He
could do that, he could hide the book like he’d done not so
long ago and reclaim it at a later date because he would never give
it up for good, not for anyone or anything. Or maybe… maybe he
could hand the Death Note over to L, he could become the temporary
owner…

“Usually, yes.” Light heard L say as if to no one and
the pale man shoved a piece of donut into his mouth.

L’s uncaring response confirmed his suspicion that the
detective was the one who had opened his door. For what reason Light
did not know, but the detective’s behavior was slightly odd.
Maybe it was payback for Light bothering him on the roof and seeing
him in such an emotional state.

“I did not mean to upset you.”

“I’m not upset and you mean everything you do.”

“Perhaps.” L shrugged and turned back to his computer.
“I would like if Light packed, we will be leaving in an hour.”

“Leaving? In an hour!?” Light walked closer twirling
the detectives chair around. “When exactly were you planning on
telling me this.”

“Now seems to be fine.”

“No, now doesn’t-”

“There is no time to argue, please pack what you need.”
The young Yagami stalked off leaving a angry trail of hateful words
in his wake.

-o-

There was a black SUV waiting for them outside, the back door
already open. L ushered Light to the opening and hurriedly pushed him
in as if it was a portal to a secret world and would disappear any
moment. Light batted the pale hands away from him, he was moving as
fast as he could and it wasn’t like anyone could or would
recognize him through the baggy clothes and hood he had on. Besides
that, it was 3 am, there was virtually no one on the streets. When
they were uncomfortably situated L tapped on the ebony tainted
partition signaling to the seemingly invisible driver they were ready
to go. The detective appeared to be more at ease once the vehicle
started moving and he immediately produced a stack of papers from
apparently nowhere handing them to Light. “Those are the files
for the Lenore Lawliet case.” Light nodded in thanks setting
them aside. He was not about to start reading over them at 3:15 am.

“Do you watch me sleep?” He said out of nowhere
attempting to break the silence and divert the attention away from
the papers he didn't feel like reading.

“I watch Light do many things,” L heard the teen’s
exasperated sigh and tried not to smile. “among them is
watching him sleep.”

“Why?”

“The sight is angelic.” He said simply. “and
you’re still Kira it is my duty to keep an eye on you.”
Light’s eyes fell to slits as he crossed his arms.

“You have problems, you know that?” L did have
problems, he was the one who gave the Death Note back to him. Whether
it was because the man was a masochist or just plain stunted in his
reasoning skills he was not sure yet.

“I’m aware I’m not like ‘normal’
people. I have quite a few abnormal quirks about me and most humans
never fail to point that out, whether it is with words or odd looks
in my direction.”

“Hmm.” Light casually turned his head to the side and
stared out of the window. “No, I actually meant you have
mental problems that have no relation to abnormal quirks. Those I can
deal with.” L laughed which Light thought was disturbing and he
slid his eyes back to the detective who was not so surprisingly
looking at him. “You also have this uncanny knack of saying
something that always ruins the moment.”

“Ah, a quirk it is then.” He smiled impishly as
Light only seemed to grow more angry. “It is your choice to let
these words ruin a moment, then again I am fond of Light’s
tantrums.” The teen grit his teeth in frustration his hand
finding his forehead as he tried to wipe away the stressful feeling
with the tips of his fingers.

“I do not have tantrums.”

“Oh. Okay.”

“Infuriating.”

“What? I agreed with you.”

“No you didn’t, not really. You are so frustrating.”

“Yet you continue to talk to me.”

“Because you won’t shut-up!” L licked at his dry
lips and grinned.

“Neither will Light.”

“I don’t have to.” His said indignantly as if he
was unrecognized royalty waiting to be recognized.

“You don’t?”

“I think I just said I didn’t.”

“You do if I say so. So, shut-up.” Light squawked an
unrecognizable response as his mouth hung open wide enough L was sure
he could camp out in there. “See, it worked.” The
investigator was pleased so he smiled and Light seethed as he stared
at the adorable face. If only he could bring himself to smash it.

“You really are not likeable.” L pouted as he leaned
back in his seat.

“It did not work.” He admitted sadly, more to himself.

“No, it did not.” Light confirmed proudly.

“You could have pretended for me. Light-kun is an excellent
actor.”

“How much longer do we have to be in this car…
together.”

“Would Light like to walk?”

“No, Light would not like to walk.”

“Oh. Too bad, it is good for you.”

“Then you do it, you walk.”

“I do not wish to do so. I am fine being in the car with
Light, it is you that has the problem.”

“Seriously L, how much longer. The sun is going to rise
soon.” The pale investigator almost snapped his neck turning to
look at Light, but slowed himself. Was the teen seriously worried
about him meeting the greeting sun? It was only 3:45am, the sun was
nowhere near rising. Light had to know L would never be so foolish as
to take risks like that. He would be safely inside when the sun
peeked its head from behind the clouds. Not that that was up for
discussion. It wasn’t. L was having trouble dealing with being
a full blooded vampire and it felt as though this was something he
needed to work through alone. It was bad enough Light had found him
brooding on the roof the weight of it all was soul crushing and he
had to release some of it. Light just happened to show up at the time
he felt like releasing it all. Though the detective felt a little
better it was not by much and it was because the sins he committed
were clouding his mind, making him feel less like the detective who
represented justice and more like one who destroyed it.

“Not much longer Light-kun.”

Minutes passed before Light spoke again, though his voice was low
it was laden with concern.

“Do you sleep?”

“I am asleep right now.” Light rolled his eyes and the
severity of pressure he seemed to do it with looked rather painful in
L’s opinion.

“Have you ever thought about going into comedy?” The
younger one inquired dryly.

L pretended to ponder this as he looked at Light, one of his
fingers rubbing absently across his lips then slipping into his mouth
over the sharp point of one of his teeth. “No, and I sleep as
much as I always have.” Light wasn’t sure what L was
saying, he knew the detective was speaking though because he saw his
mouth moving. Mostly he saw the sparkle of a pointy tooth against a
pallid fingertip and he became lost.

“Do you think you’d bite me?” L raised an
eyebrow, regarding the dreamy look infecting Light’s creamy
brown eyes with false caution.

“Why, Light-kun do you want me to bite you?” L placed
his hand under Light’s chin clasping it, the touch was brittle,
yet there was something carefully skilled about it, like a sewing
machine following a pattern. The detectives thumb swept deftly over
Light’s lips as he turned the younger one’s head to the
side making his neck stretch before L’s eyes. Light could not
resist the urge to run his tongue along the tip of L’s thumb.
The detective hissed as if he was burned pressing the appendage
further into the teen’s mouth scraping it along the walls of
that warm cavern and Light bit down softly. L’s face was now
pressed to Light’s, his nose slipping into the crevice of
Light’s cheek as he sniffed the young one.

“L?” The paler of the two invaded the rest of the
space between their bodies with his own his mouth falling
ungracefully to Light’s neck where his achingly dry lips closed
over the soft skin. Both of his hands were now stretched along
Light’s still face as he sucked hungrily on the man’s
unmarred neck.

“I won’t hurt you.” I won’t bite you,
not yet. It sounded more like he was trying to convince himself
than Light. The skin beneath his touches was perfect, untarnished and
he licked at it wildly. His mouth moved as if Light was a map and he
an explorer and there was so much uncharted land to discover. L’s
mouth was covering Light’s now, his tongue all consuming as
their faces collided. He felt his hands drop to Light’s
shoulder’s as he pushed himself back unknowingly baring his
teeth at the teen. His eyes, even the whites were that pupil-less
dark ink-like color, reflecting no soul or life.

Light stared on in wonderment at the creature before him who was
daunting but beautiful. The young Yagami wanted nothing more but
those cold lips connecting with his skin again.

“Are… are you alright?” He pondered aloud as L
pounced on him whispering a haunting no in his ear.

-o-

His shoes made a soft clicking sound against the hard surface of
the hospital floor as he rushed down the hallway to the elevator.
Confusion was an all to familiar feeling that had resided in his head
for this entire case, but this time it was different. Maybe it wasn’t
confusion he was feeling, but something else, something harder to
explain. It was like he guessing what song would be on the radio
before he turned it on, and he guessed it right. He smiled sheepishly
at the bad analogy continuing his fast pace.

Technically the Kira cased was closed, especially now with the DNA
confirmation of Light’s body, there was no reason or evidence
to keep investigating. It was all so strange and it had happened so
fast. Light had died and now L was nowhere to be seen, the FBI was
looking into his whereabouts or something too. They wouldn’t
disclose such ‘sensitive’ information to him which was
too bad because he could help them. Maybe. There was one nice agent
though, Agent Eronel. She was currently helping the NPA with another
case but she was kind enough to stop by his desk all the time and
share any information she had on L and Light with him.

“Hey… wait, can you hold that for me?” Matsuda
waved a hand and looked at the guy in the elevator who rolled his
eyes and repeatedly hit the open button. “I’m
going down too.” He explained to the man who obviously didn’t
care one iota if he was going sideways.

“Good for you.” The guy said pushing the B1
button as he leaned back slightly. Matsuda never really understand
why so many people in life were so rude. It wasn’t like it was
killing the shorter man to hold the elevator for him. “Oh yeah,
thanks, for holding the door.” The guy gave him a nod of the
head and quickly looked away averting his gaze to the glowing
numbers. When the bell finally dinged and the elevator doors slid
open the rude short man shoved his way in front of Matsuda and
disappeared down a dark hallway leaving him all alone. He stepped off
the elevator, cautiously walking on the damp concrete as he searched
for the office of Miss Adams.

Upon discovering it he tapped on the half open door and waited for
a response when there was none he knocked a little louder. “Yes?”
Came the soft voice that was partially concealed by the heavy
entrance. Matsuda pushed the door slightly, smiling as he stepped in.

“Yes, hi.” She was standing over a dead body with
forceps in hand as she looked up and smiled back.

“Hello.” Bianna picked bits of glass out of the dead
bodies skin and placed them in a Petri dish. “Can I help you?”

“We spoke earlier on the phone. Detective Matsuda.” He
held out his badge for her to see and she ran an eye or two over it
before continuing the task at hand.

“Yes, I remember. You wanted to speak about…”

“One of the deceased, Yagami, Light.”

“Yes. Handsome thing, so sad when they die so young. This
one,” she motioned to the body she was currently working on,
“jumped, didn’t even bother to open the glass window he
just went through it.” He wasn’t that comfortable with
dead bodies so he couldn’t exactly say he looked to where she
was motioning but he pretended to and it seemed to convince her
enough.

“Um, maybe he was pushed.”

“He’s from the mental ward, kept to himself-”

“O-Okay right.”

“Right,” She set down her instruments and covered the
body up walking over to a wall of lockers that Matsuda assumed were
none other filled with dead bodies. She twisted the handle on one and
slid it open leaving the thin sheet over the deceased. “You’re
here about Yagami. Let’s see,” she pulled the sheet off
of his face and rested it partially on his now gray chest. “He
lost a lot of blood from gunshot wounds but that’s not what
killed him.” She looked at Matsuda who was still a good
distance away as he nodded for her to continue. “He had a heart
attack, that’s what did it.” Matsuda’s heart
clenched at the irony of it as he dared to step closer, though he
still could not see Light’s face clearly and he was not sure he
wanted to.

“You um, you confirmed this body as Yagami, Light?”

“Yes, the DNA matched. This is definitely your boy.”
Matsuda nodded again the ever-present smile slipping from his face as
he somehow took another step forward coming face to face with the
corpse and he shot back as if he’d seen a… well…
a dead body.

“Oh my god, that’s him.” It was him, it
was Light, and there was no mistaking it. Matsuda had never
confronted someone as unique looking and exquisitely put together as
Light and even in death that had not changed. He fought back the
swell of tears that flooded his eyes and remembered this was the path
Light had chosen. Light chose to betray everyone, to become a
murderer, to lose all of what he was, but still it hadn’t taken
away the hurt and the pain, the loss the young NPA investigator was
feeling at the moment. He wanted Light to be alive, sure the kid
would have to spend a lifetime in jail but wouldn’t that be
better than being dead? He didn’t want Sayu or Mrs. Yagami to
have to deal with the deaths of both Mr. Yagami and young Light. His
heart ached and all he wanted to do was fall to the floor and cry and
scream. Why? Why did Light have to be so selfish, why did this
have to happen? Why didn’t they just listen to L from the
beginning if they had done that maybe they would have been able to
prevent this tragedy. To save Light.

“We could step outside if this is too much for you.”
Bianna suggested but Matsuda turned away and a few seconds later he
shook his head.

“I have one more question.”

“Sure.”

“I talked to someone earlier a week or so ago and they told
me this body had not been confirmed as Light’s and was not a
match. They even sent me paperwork-”

“That’s strange.” She moved to stand in front of
him as she rubbed a hand against her cheek in thought. “Did
they give you a name?”

“Yes she said her name was Lyhte.”

“I’m sorry detective we don’t have anyone with
that name employed here, in fact I am currently the only female
working on this floor of forensics.”

“Could she have possibly been from another floor then?”
Bianna adjusted her glasses and crossed her arms looking slightly
perplexed.

“It’s possible but there is no way she would have
access to files without my or Georg’s permission.”

“May I speak to Georg?”

“He’s on leave, has been for two weeks now. He’ll
be back on Wednesday.”

“Alright is it possible for me to get a list of everyone who
is employed on this floor?”

“Sure. I’ll print one up for you, one moment.”
She sprinted over to her computer and began inelegantly bashing keys
and he instantly thought of L and how she communicated with
technology was nothing like the pale detective who did it so fluidly
as if it was just another part of him, a limb or something. Of course
thinking of L made him think of Light and he glanced behind him
seeing that Bianna had politely covered Light’s body back up
which he realized he was very grateful for. Knowing that Light was
truly dead was-

“Here you are.” She said handing him the papers
successfully interrupting his dreary train of thought.

“Thank-you.” Matsuda folded the thin sheets of paper
and placed them in his pocket. “I’ll be in touch.”

“Do you need anything else?”

“No, not right now. I can’t think of anything but if I
do I’ll call.” He turned to walk out but stopped at the
door. “Would you call me if anything strange happens or you see
anyone you do not recognize down here.”

“I will.”

“Good. Good. Okay then, thanks for all your help.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Bye.”

-o-

Matsuda pushed his chair back and threw his coat over it. “Hey
man, where have you been?”

He looked up to see Aizawa staring curiously at him rubbing a hand
over his still too short hair as he waited for an explanation.

“Uh… out, lunch break?” The younger one
answered nervously. He wasn’t really supposed to be working
this case alone or at all. After the DNA confirmation the NPA pretty
much declared it closed and Kira deceased they were not even aware
the FBI was doing further investigation on the case.

“So where is the lunch?”

“Ate it?” Aizawa raised an eyebrow at this.

“You’re not sure if you ate it or what?“

“Ha ha of course I ate it.” He didn’t know what
the hell he was even talking about anymore as he was typing, seeing
if he could find any information on this Lyhte person. Why did
someone feel the need to tell him Light was alive and conjure up fake
documents to ‘prove’ it? He needed answers. He also
needed better alibis. Aizawa rolled his eyes disregarding Matsuda’s
strangeness as he spoke.

“That agent that has been helping us with the Pollux case
was asking about you…”

“Agent Eronel?”

“Is there some other agent insane enough to hang around here
to talk to you?” Aizawa asked sarcastically.

“What did she say?”

“Not much she just wanted to know if I knew when you’d
be back. I said no, she said she be in touch.”

-o-

“There you are. Do you have any idea what time it is?”
She said eyeing the man as he walked out of the building.

Matsuda looked at his watch that read 2:45 am and then looked at
Eronel with a half smile. “I really need to find a break in
this case.” He doubted he worked this hard in all his life but
he wanted to uncover the truth and in order to do that he was going
to have to sacrifice some sleep and free time.

“Cops, always want to break something.” She smiled
softly and the moonlight seemed to illuminate her pale features
making her glisten as if she was made of something shiny and
breakable.

“Aizawa said you were looking for me earlier.”

“I was.” She pursed her lips as if to keep herself
from saying anything more. He often had moments like this with her
and it vaguely reminded him of someone but he wasn’t sure who.
Her dark hair was tucked into her coat and her large even darker eyes
regarded him with sudden curiosity as if it was his turn to speak.

“So, whatsup?”

“As you know L is under suspicion-”

“For supposedly harboring a criminal?”

“Yes and for-.”

“I gotta tell you that story isn’t looking so good. I
went down to the hospital today and they confirmed to me that it was
Light’s body. Kira is dead. And guess what, I saw the body. It
was him.”

“You believe everything you see?”

“Uh, yes…”

“You shouldn’t and regardless if Light is dead or not
where is L and more importantly where is the Death Note? L has still
failed to hand that over so technically Kira isn’t dead. As
long as that book is at large so is the mass murderer.”

“It isn’t at large. L has it.”

“You trust him very much don‘t you?”

“You know I do. I don’t see why you guys need to
investigate him.” Which was true, L would take his own life
before he did the things she was accusing him of.

“L’s methods of investigation are highly unusual and
unorthodox. The FBI has little leniency for this but because he is L
he is allowed a certain freedom about the law. But this, this has
gone to far. Behind every agent is another agent and behind that
agent is a shadow. There is always someone watching, except where it
concerns L. In his case no one is watching, he refuses to let anyone
and it’s okay for him to get away with it because he delivers
what he says he’ll deliver.”

“So I’m not seeing the problem….”

“The problem is he is keeping something from us, mainly the
Death Note.”

“What if I told you he destroyed it.”

“I would need proof.”

“He incinerated it, there is no proof.” He could not
believe he just thought of that, he was extremely proud of himself
and he tried not to smile in a blinding manner.

“He told you this?”

“Yes, I spoke to him just last week.”

“You know I have the power to retrieve these phone records
your speaking of.”

“I guess but it won’t do you much good if L was on a
secure line or something like that…right?”

“Hmm.”

“Just believe me okay? That is what he told me and look
around you have any criminals died of heart attacks lately?”

“We still need to contact him.”

“I’ll tell him.”

“You do that.”

TBC…

A/N: OMG ah! -explodes- I HATE where I ended this.

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