The Two Lights | By : Hilda211 Category: Death Note > General Views: 1844 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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“You were trapped in a disused lavatory?!”
“Yes sir, but only since this morning sir,
thought I’d wash up before breakfast, forgot I didn’t have my card with me, so
I couldn’t open the door again to get back out. I thought I’d try to get out
through the ventilation shaft or something, like they did in that movie. That
one with all the explosions and helicopters… but then the tap came off the sink
and water was going everywhere and all the stuff came off the ceiling, then the
paper towel dispenser went crazy… and well … sorry sir.”
It had taken the whole team half an hour to
locate the missing detective. With Watari scouring the cameras, the police team
checked the bedrooms, and Light, as the youngest (and therefore fittest member
of the team) was nominated to climb the staircases, leaving L ‘overseeing
things’ in the main work room. They had all grown quite worried with the
ominous discovery of Matsuda’s key card found lying in the centre of the second
floor staircase, partially covered in what looked like blood but turned out to
be source from the previous night’s dinner.
“I can’t believe you just licked that
Ryuzaki! What if it had been blood?!”
“I can’t believe you freaked out that much
Yagami-kun. Or really want to be a detective, surely you must know that at no
point of oxidation does blood ever reach that particular shade or consistency.
But then again, I doubt Kira ever sees real blood, don’t you agree?”
Their search had continued until Watari
spotted water leaking from one of the 20th floor bathrooms. Mogi and Aizawa
with guns drawn, kicked in the door and ran in. Then promptly slipped over on
the soggy paper towels, skidding across the floor, knocking Matsuda off the
sink he was balancing on, causing him to crash to the floor bringing down the
rest of the ceiling tiles with him. The chief, who had just arrived stood over
the damp, dusty and swearing pile of what he’d only yesterday considered
Tokyo’s finest and sighed loudly.
“I’ll tell Ryuzaki we’ll be down in 10
minutes.”
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“An impromptu wet t-shirt competition?
Gentlemen this is the Kira case! Can’t you take things a bit more seriously!”
They were back in the control room, dryer and less dusty, but no less angry.
“With all respects Ryuzaki, this wouldn’t
have happened if Matsuda hadn’t been pissing about again.”
“I wasn’t … I just got a bit lost… my key
card…” The damp detective looked pretty pathetic and strangely older with
plaster board in his hair.
“You mean this one?” Light held up the card,
now wiped free of curry sauce.
“Thanks Light…” As Matsuda reached forward L
snatched the card out of Lights hand.
“I’m not giving it back to you Matsuda,
you’ve proved far too irresponsible to be trusted with your own safety.
Instead, Watari!” Watari held out a wide plastic bracelet similar to the one
currently on Light’s wrist.
“Ohhh... not good.”
“Now we’ll know where you are at all times,
and to be doubly sure, you will need to be accompanied where ever you go by
someone with a key card if you ever want to get anywhere.”
“I’m sorry everyone” he said as the bracelet
was snapped shut over his wrist. This was so embarrassing - he now had less
privileges than L’s main suspects. “Ummm... Do I still get to be Misa-Misa’s
manager?”
“I can safely say you are the only man for
the job” L muttered, the unsaid ‘because nobody else would want it’ going over
Matsuda's head
“Well, shall we finally get on with catching Kira?”
The team dispersed and went to their
workstations.
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“Watari, I thought we only ordered two
wristbands.”
“Me too, but there must have been an extra
one made, I found it in a box of odds and ends under the main console.”
“Well thanks for nothing Yagami-kun!”
“huh?”
Light and Ryuzaki could only stare at one
another in the wake of Matsuda’s baffling statement.
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“Mogi-san, your preliminary report if you
please.”
After working diligently for several hours L
had announced his desire to see what the team had come up with so far. Mogi
stood up.
“You gave me the task of finding out whether
the present Kira had the same capabilities as he did during the Sakura
Television incident and weather he is using them now. All I can say is it’s
inconclusive: most criminals who appear on the news subsequently die, usually
very soon after their first appearance. However some, and I checked with
Matsuda-kun and Yagami-kun on this, die a few days later. I mention this
because the ones that die later are typically gangsters, Yakuza or serial
criminals…”
“Exactly the type of person who might use an
alias… very interesting.” Commented L.
“Yes but we know from Sakura TV” continued
Mogi, “that his ‘special ability’ to kill with out a name doesn’t take that much longer. Kira was able to kill
those cops and Ukita within minutes of them getting out of their cars.”
“Odd, very odd, now why would that be?” L
paused thinking hard.
“Tell me Mogi-san, do they all die several
days later?”
“What are you thinking Yagami-kun?”
“No, not all of them do. Like last week, the
leader of one of the largest triads was caught in Ginza but he’s still alive.”
“I’m just wondering Ryuzaki, if some
people’s real names are harder to find than others.”
“Well done Light-kun! Kira can’t kill people
with out their names – he has to do research, that’s why it takes him so long,
and why some aren’t killed – he couldn’t find their names.” His father was
pleased and so was… Ryuzaki. They smiled at one another and then looked away
hurriedly.
“Though if he can kill people so easily, why
isn’t he now?” Questioned Matsuda.
“Did he lose the ability?”
“No Aizawa-san I don’t think that’s what
happened, I think she stopped being
Kira and someone else took her place!”
Light hated Ryuzaki! Any opportunity to
increase the suspicion.
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“…in what some are describing as another of
Kira’s Miracles, in Stuttgart today a young woman was saved when her attacker
collapsed in front of her and she was able to escape unharmed. Otto Mustermann,
44, a convicted rapist who escaped from police custody last month was holding
Miss Müller captive in his flat when he suddenly grabbed his chest and fell to
the ground. Erika Müller, a 19 year old arts student from Bremen, has been
reunited with her family and is said to be ‘very thankful’ to Kira for his
timely intervention…”
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“Yagami-san and Aizawa-san would you care to
tell us what you’ve been working on?”
Aizawa stood up first “We’ve been trying to
identify what sort of people Kira will kill, the sort of people Kira thinks
needs punishing, his ‘moral code’ as Ryuzaki said. Well, it’s been pretty
tricky so far.”
“It seems as though, as Mogi said, almost
all criminals who appear on the news these days are targeted. And people who
aren’t ‘really’ criminals, the sort of people who before Kira wouldn’t touch
and even the sort who are obviously wrongfully accused. For example, last week
a battered housewife was ‘punished’ for pushing her abusive husband down the
stairs, but as you’ll notice from this spreadsheet, in a very similar case last
November the woman is still alive.” said his father who was looking distinctly
worried about something.
“Kira also just killed a man who was
arrested for attempting suicide by jumping off an office block in Osaka. What
ever happened to only punishing those ‘who’d shown cruelty to the weak’?”
“Yes, what indeed? Yagami-san, Kira’s change
in habits, when abouts would you say this started?” Ryuzaki knew the answer,
Light was sure, which could only mean…
“We haven’t built up a complete profile yet…
so its hard to say…”
“An estimate then, go with your gut
instincts. When did the pattern change?”
His father sighed “That would be … during my
son’s …confinement Ryuzaki.” The whole room was tense and silent. “But of
course we’ve only just started our work, so it’s possible that…”
“Of course Yagami-san, I await your findings
with bated breath.”
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“The trial of the Devon Strangler collapsed
today after the accused, 38 year old taxi driver Joe Bloggs was found dead in
his cell at Plymouth police station. Although it is yet to be confirmed, this
is suspected to be yet another victim of the mass ‘psychic’ serial killer,
Kira. A spokesperson for the victims’ families outside of court today described
how they ‘felt cheated out of justice’ as we are now very unlikely to ever find
out what happened to their daughters during those terrible months last summer.
Whilst there were no other suspects, irregularities in the DNA evidence and
inconsistencies in Bloggs’ statement, his defence stated today….”
“Fucking Kira! I’ve been following that case
for months and now he’s gone and ruined it.”
“But you always thought it was the uncle,
Mello.”
“It is! You saw his previous record, drugs,
assault, molestation, and now he’s going to get away with it and probably kill
more girls!”
“But not only did he have a solid alibi, he
is also left handed, bald and a non-smoker, and as such could not possibly be
the murderer. You need to reexamine the evidence before you start making bets,
50 quid, I believe it was.”
“Fucking Near!”
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“And now I think we’d all like to hear about
what Matsuda-san and Yagami-kun have been doing.”
Matsuda stood up “You told us to look at the
times, and so far we don’t have any strong results, mostly we’ve been stuck in
the data processing side of things. It’s because most TODs haven’t been
converted to GMT and are in local time so we’ve had to find out the time
differences and correct them. Then some countries have changed to GMT but
haven’t noted it down anywhere, then some say it is in GMT, but Yagami-kun
doesn’t think they really have…”
Light remained seated. “And there’s a lot of
inaccuracies in the data, that, or people in Brazil only die exactly on the
hour. Frankly I’m tempted to discount all the odd ones but that would only introduce
more inaccuracies in our results. Ryuzaki, perhaps you could contact the ICPO
and ask them to sort this out, we can’t keep emailing prisons hoping they can
give their exact longitude.”
“Of course, Watari will prepare something
appropriate. But have you discovered anything useful?”
“Yagami-kun set up this graph and I’ve been
entering more data into it. We converted from GMT to Japan time then plotted
deaths over a twenty four hour day and then a seven day week. If we only look
at recent Kira trends then, as you can see here, almost 80 percent of deaths
occur between 6pm and 3 am. Over the week deaths are more even, but just over
40 percent occur on Fridays and Saturdays.”
“Hmmm 80 percent of deaths occur during 42
percent of the day, and right after the 6 o’clock news too… and 40 percent are
killed during 30 percent of the week, this signifies nothing! In fact I’m
surprised, 40 percent is really very low, considering the weekends have always
had higher crime rates.”
“Your right Ryuzaki, we haven’t at all
considered the numbers of announced criminals. In its current state this data
tells us nothing about Kira and everything about crime habits around the
world.”
“In its current state?”
“I think this data could tell us everything
we could ever want to know, if we were able to process it properly. I mean half
the staff we’re all trying to do would be a lot easier if we had the results
from everyone else’s projects first. If I knew the different victim patterns I
could split the data up between the different Kiras, but they can’t tell me
what ‘Kira’s law’ is until I tell them who killed who.”
“I understand, it’s very difficult now other
Kiras have emerged and convoluted things. Could we not work from the theory
that from Kurou Otoharada until Sakura TV all victims are those of Kira-
Original, build up a picture of him and see if it still fits with the current
death trends.”
“Possibly, but I don’t think you really
understand Ryuzaki – I certainly don’t. I mean… I’ve got ideas of things to try
and have had a look online… but the…maths is a little beyond what I did in
school. If I had a degree in statistics I bet this would be easy, but I don’t,
high school maths doesn’t go anywhere near far enough.”
‘Admitting there’s something he can’t do,
that must have cost a lot of pride, I’m impressed’ thought L and he said
“Of course Yagami-kun, I’ll see what I can
arrange.”
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“I’m worried!”
“Your always worried Shimura-san.”
“He’s right to be worried Takahashi-san, the
situation has changed.”
“Kira is no longer profitable to Yotsuba.
With all the chaos thrown up by the increased rate of deaths, economies around
the world are shifting into recession.”
“People are two scared to spend money and
buy stuff and if they're not buying stuff they're not buying Yotsuba’s stuff.”
“I think we might all know what a recession
is Higuchi. Kira was good for us, our stocks rose, as did our salaries and
bonuses, but now all stocks are going down and in her present condition Yotsuba
will fail. Gentlemen, even we will not survive a recession unscathed.”
“But what can we do?”
“We’ll just have to ‘contact’ the original
Kira.”
“Oh? That sort of ‘contact’ huh, Ooi.”
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“Want us to get you two anything? Coffee? A
sandwich?”
“No, thank you Matsuda-san.” The team had
decided to take a coffee break whilst waiting for the Chief to get back from
his daily meeting with the director.
Light had spent the remainder of the morning
designing a new data system whilst Matsuda attempted to find Moldova on a timezone
map. After a light lunch of salad and coffee and another round of ‘not looking
at Ryuzaki’ it was back to work or in Light’s case, a statistics degree in one
afternoon. What L arranged turned out to be a massive pile of large,
brick-thick text books. Such riveting titles as “Advanced Integral Calculus”,
“Research Methods and Statistical Understanding” and “Computational Methods –
for intelligent people.” glared at him from the coffee table.
He sat down with a sigh, pulled the nearest
toward him and proceeded to disengage his brain from real life and enter the
curious and bizarre world of mathematics, the only place anyone would think to
assume a cow is spherical in order to make the numbers easier.
The room was quiet, just the sounds of Light
turning pages and L continuing to do whatever he’d been doing all day, which as
far as Light could make out was; nothing.
L was in fact thinking, not something that
caused an outward change in his appearance, so was often mistaken for
‘nothing’. That, and answering emails. Even with Watari filtering all
communications, his in-box still needed emptying every few days. Mostly they
were messages from foreign leaders, diplomats or police chiefs offering him new
cases, although nowadays they more often contained desperate pleas for
information or a list of the latest Kira victims. Some emails came from the
other great private detectives; seeking advice, sharing information and the
usual industry related jokes. ‘Did you ever hear that one about three private
detectives who walk into a bar…’
‘Heh, that was a good one’ and like with any
good joke it left an itching fever, demanding to be retold, to spread and
infect others, which even L couldn’t resist. The only other occupant of the
room was Light, still immersed in his text books. ‘Damn Yagami-kun has no sense
of humour.’ He shuffled over there anyway and climbed onto the sofa next to the
younger man.
“Yagami-kun.” Light had been concentrating
hard on the complicated theory so hadn’t noticed the detective creep up,
alarming as that was, what was worse was that L was far too close. ‘no idea
about personal space…why’s he smiling like that?’
“…yes Ryuzaki?” The detective leaned in a
little more, rearranging his legs in the preferred style. ‘any closer and
he’ll…’
“I was just wondering if Yagami-kun has
ever…”
“Ever What?” ‘what was that pervert going to
say now? Another daft Kira theory?’
‘What’s up with him? he’s suddenly very
defensive.’ L looked Light straight in the eyes trying to decipher his odd
reactions.
‘Why’s he staring at me like that?’ and
Light felt another blush on his cheeks, and in response on L’s face a similar
reaction was taking place. ‘Is he too?’ Between them the disregarded book
balanced on Light’s knee began to slip. He quickly moved his hand in order to impede
its fall but found another in the way.
“ohI’msorry” as he jerked his hand away.
An impulse broke through the indecision and
he once again placed his hand on Ryuzaki’s.
Who, after a moment’s pause slowly turned it
over and laced their fingers together.
Light swallowed, his heart was thumping hard
in his chest, Ryuzaki could probably feel his pulse racing, hear it even it was
so loud to his ears. The book slipped to the floor and neither noticed.
Ryuzaki gave a little squeeze. “Light-kun?”
‘Light get a grip of yourself, you’re just
sitting here holding hands, you are not going to faint, ok, now, break away or
take the initiative just stop staring at the floor! Make a decision! You’re the
super sexy sex god, take charge, do it!’ He turned and with great effort raised
his eyes to look L in the face. There it was, the slight twitch that gave it
away, Ryuzaki’s gaze flicked from his eyes to his mouth and back.
‘OK’ contnued his mental coach ‘we’ve done
this many times before, now lean forward!’ Hesitantly the detective mimics his
action. They were so close now. ‘shut eyes, tilt slightly’ Ryuzaki’s breath
played against his lips and there… a gentle touch of warmth and pressure… the
tiniest bit of moisture…DING.
‘mmm…ding?... ELEVATOR!’
“Hey Yagami-kun you have to see this, it’s
soooo cool!”
“Shut up Matsuda, he has better things to do
than listen… are you two alright?” said Aizawa as his gaze fell upon the
suspect and the detective who were sitting as far apart as was physically
possible whilst still sitting on the same sofa. Light looked like he was about
to topple off the end, and although L always looked pretty precarious what was
odd was their matching guilty expression and a huge pile of haphazardly
discarded books between them. “You two haven’t been fighting again have you?”
honestly they were worse than his kids…but oddly …relieved?
“Yes.” Said Ryuzaki.
“NO!” gasped Light. Looking quickly at L.
“Umm I meant yes…”
“Well not really, I guess.”
Mogi and Aizawa raised their eyebrows and
watched in disbelief as the two geniuses attempted to sort their story out.
“What Ryuzaki means is…”
“I was attempting to tell Li-Yagami-kun a
joke…”
“You were?... I mean, yes that’s what
happened,”
“And then…a book…”
“Books went flying everywhere…because…”
“Yagami-kun tripped on the coffee table.”
“It was a… very funny joke” Light finished
lamely.
“Right, a joke, makes complete sense” ‘what
was it about?’ was on Aizawa’s lips but didn’t think he could bare to watch
them dig themselves deeper, whatever had happened was none of his business,
he’d tell Yagami-san and leave it at that, he got enough of this crap from his
own kids and a certain idiot to warrant anymore.
“So Matsuda-san.” started Light with far too
much cheeriness “What was the really cool thing you wanted to show me?”
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“Yagami, are you and your men making any
progress whatsoever?”
“I’m sorry sir, but it’s very difficult.”
“It’s been 9 months since Kira emerged and
you haven’t made a single arrest, in fact you don’t seem to be achieving anything!
Japan is being turned into a world laughing stock!”
“With all due respect sir with the resources
Japan’s putting into this case it’s a miracle we get anything done! Four men
Kitamura! If only the world knew the ‘great efforts’ we were going through to
protect them and stop this killer, they certainly wouldn’t be laughing. They’d
be angry, and rightly so! How many victims are we going to damn with our
incompetence, our lies and our cowardice?! So before you dare to criticise my
team have the honour to admit to your own inadequacies!”
“You’re way out of line Yagami, we’re giving
you everything you need…”
“Humph except the one thing we actually
want, more people, L provides everything else. Well I don’t expect you to
understand. All you need to know is my team and L are working diligently,
assiduously and tirelessly without rest, and without fear of our lives with the
one and only purpose of catching Kira.”
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“What? Don’t look at me like that
Yagami-kun, it came free when I ordered the machine.”
“It’s the silliest thing I’ve ever seen… I
mean why?” They were crowded round the thing still clutched in Matsuda’s hands.
“Why not? I thought it looked cool and
professional. I’ve got the laptops, the office paper and the jet, so I thought
what the hell, and it does pay to advertise.”
“I’m speechless, I really am. What happened
to being concerned about your identity? This is hardly inconspicuous.”
“No one knows my identity.”
“The guy who made your coffee machine does!”
In Matsuda’s hands was a cappuccino, and
their emblazoned on the milky throff was the familiar Gothic ‘L’ marked out in
chocolate powder.
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“We’re now joined from our Calais studio by
the Prisons minister Pierre Untel. Monsieur Untel, wouldn’t you agree that last
nights events at the Calais Prison are a disgraceful and unmitigated disaster?”
“It is a terrible and most regretful
tragedy, the cause of which will be found quickly, a police enquiry is already
underway. Those found responsible will be held accountable for their actions.”
“Do you or the wardens have any idea how the
prison visitors list found its way onto a pro-Kira website, where they were
labelled as criminals themselves?”
“I can not speculate but the enquiry will be
thorough and systematic, the police are-”
“35 completely innocent people, mostly the
wives and children of inmates, some as young as 6 years old have been killed
minister. What are you doing to protect us? How are you going to prevent this
from happening again?”
“Data security has been stepped up in all
government facilities …and we will find the people responsible… but what can be
done to prevent the mislabelling of innocent citizens as criminals, or to
protect criminals … or anyone from that monster… I do not know. All we can pray
is that Kira is caught soon and that others have the decency not to take
advantage of him whilst he is still at large.”
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L wasn’t paying attention. This was bad,
supposing some of Yagami-san’s rant held vital clues or inspiration. But as it
was, he couldn’t even focus from one sentence to the next. He was…giddy almost,
‘happy’ no confused yes, curious. He needed to speak with Light, or at least be
alone with him, they could speak, perhaps. Or carry on, whatever Light preferred
of course… but they could ‘carry on’.
“So then I said to him ‘With all due
respect…” ‘gah! Why might Light and I need to disappear upstairs?’
“That’s telling him chief! What did he say
next?” ‘Now! I need a reason!’ Their eyes met and Light sent him a shy smile.
“Sorry Dad, you carry on, I’m just popping
to the …bathroom.” An email appeared on his screen. 3rd floor - meeting room. He
smiled. ‘Quick’
He waited a few moments before getting up.
“Huh, Ryuzaki where are you going? I was just getting to the good bit.”
“Cake. I’m out of cake.”
“Whats that by that blue file?” a full slice
of rich chocolate cake with cream sat a few inches from his mouse pad.
“Oh, not that sort of cake.” He shuffled
away quickly in order to prevent any more questions.
Upstairs he quickly moved toward the first
of the meeting rooms, anticipation making his heart beat loudly in his ears.
There he was, standing by the window, the sunlight shining in his hair,
looking…gorgeous, a warm smile gracing his lips.
“Hey, Ryuzaki.”
“Light-kun” he whispered as he approached.
“Ryuzaki, this is something I’ve wanted …to
do for a … long time.”
“I know, I can barely stop thinking about
it.” And with that he wrapped his arms around the younger man’s waist and
kissed him with all the passion he could muster. It was a wonderful moment, the
smell and the warmth of the perfect, if oddly stiff, boy’s body. But then,
pain?
“WHAT THE FREAKING HELL RYUZAKI!!” He flew
backwards hitting the opposite wall, it felt like there was a fist shaped hole
in his stomach. L looked up into a face of pure fury. “You …little…freak!”
‘What the?’ Had he misread the entire
situation? Light stormed from the room slamming the door behind him. L sat
there cradling his abused abdomen. ‘what happened?... I thought he…
…he’s back?’
The detective was surprised to see Light
walk back into the room, where he stood over him with a curious look on his
face.
“Where did you go? I was looking for you
everywhere. …What are you doing down there Ryuzaki?” he said with genuine
concern etched in his voice.
‘What am I doing down here?! That little
bastard! How dare he lead me on downstairs then act like it’s my fault!’
“One for one, Yagami-kun” and with that he
launched upward with a cruel and powerful kick to Light’s surprised face.
“WHAT THE FREAKING HELL RYUZAKI!!” Hands
clutched over his face, blood already flowing vigorously from his nose, Light
could only stare in shock as Ryuzaki carefully made his way to his feet and
crouched in to a fighting stance.
‘What the hell? I thought we were going to
make out. That bastard! He could have said he didn’t want to – this is some
rejection!’
“You little shit!” and with that he launched
himself at the detective fists raised.
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‘What. The. Hell. Was. That?’ Kira was back
in his control room having run the whole way. His hand found its way to his
lips. ‘Why? He’s a freak, but really that’s a bit much. This timeline is so
fucked up!’
“Hyuk Hyuk you weren’t expecting that now
were you?” Ryuk was enjoying this, he hadn’t had this much fun in a long time.
The look on his buddy’s face when L draped himself on him and tried to
mouth-rape him was so hysterically funny.
“Didn’t realise L had the hots for you
Light. Hyuk Hyuk did you see the look on his face when you punched him? RE-JECTED!
He looked like he was gonna cry! Aww Light you broke his widdle heart. Hyuk
Hyuk.”
“SHUT UP RYUK!” That blasted shinigami was
enjoying this way too much, and his laughter was grating even at the best of
times. ‘But why?’
After surviving last night with Matsuda and
planting that spare wristband he’d taken a good look at himself in the mirror
and realised just how little he’d changed in 5 years. A little taller, a little
stronger maybe but with the right clothes he doubted that even his father would
be able to tell them apart. So a rummage through his younger self’s clothes and
a shopping trip later, he was ready to test his theory.
He started carefully of course, casually
wondering past Mogi on his way to lunch, then he said ‘hi’ to Aizawa on his way
back from the bathroom, when his father asked him to pass the milk in the break
room he knew he was perfect, the only thing that was left was the most
difficult challenge of all. L. The detective was unusually perceptive, it would
be a wild leap of creative imagination if he worked out what was wrong but if
Kira made a mistake L would add it to his suspicions.
However concerned he was, Kira needed to do
this, he needed to look his once fallen enemy in the face and remind himself of
his true goals, stand tall and proud, like the god he is, and then knee L in
the groin just like he’d always dreamt of doing.
So he’d manufactured an email from ‘himself’
the moment he saw young Light leave the room and waited, ready with some story
about a new Kira theory to entice L closer…but then his plan went wrong…
horribly, horribly wrong
‘yuck’ He had to wash his mouth out. He was
going to get the detective for this.
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“Those two have been rather a long time
haven’t they? I wonder what there up to. Matsuda go fetch them wont you.” It
was 15 minutes since his son left, ostentatiously on a bathroom break and 10
minutes since Ryuzaki wondered off in his high speed amble, not worrying by
itself, for they were always off together, usually arguing, but with Aizawa’s
concerning reports of their behaviour whilst he was away Soichiro didn’t want
to leave them alone for too long.
“I can’t chief … Ryuzaki took away my key
card.”
“Fine, Mogi can you turn on the camera
system, see if we can find them that way.”
“Hey!” said Matsuda when he realised he’d
only just been ranked slightly less incompetent than the chief’s pet hate,
complicated computer systems.
A thump followed by crashing and banging
could suddenly be heard from the ceiling. Then a yelp and a string of muffled
swear words that the chief was very embarrassed to realise his son knew, came
next.
“Cancel that. Well lets go sort this out
before they do some real damage.” He sighed, it seemed boys will be boys even
if they’re both geniuses.
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