"...The extinction of species has increased to an alarming rhythm the last 40 years..."
The teacher keep rambling on his broken English, as the student in the corner of the classroom blocked him. Normally global warming would be worrisome theme for Light Yagami, but no today. Besides she was already fluent in English, she didn't needed it. To entertainment herself, she started drawing the school yard, but eventually she lost interest in that too.It was a mind numbing day, where nothing couldn't grasp her attention.
It was such a shame that Japan had such rigid rules about grade skipping. At 12 she already knew the school's curriculum, she could have been able to graduate much earlier.
Her parents were aware of that, so they always tried to stimulate her body and intellect. At five, piano lessons with Miss Park, the Korean florist neighboor. At six, ballet lessons in the local academy. At 7, she started painting. Many other activities came after.
She wondered if her parents would allowed her to skip grades if it was possible. She snorted. Probably not. Her parents (well,mostly her mother) always insisted in the importance of being not just intellectually capable, but emotionally and socially too. And with her issues,she had to agree...
Yes, she had issues... Since she entered puberty, she started to change. It wasn't obvious and she had just recently noticed, but since a few years back, she felt trapped, with feelings of boredom and dispair, focusing in just the ugly aspects of life.
Not only that, but she always tended to look down at most people in disdain, and always adopted a patronizing actitude towards them.She knew this 'cause she remembered how happy she was interacting with others when she was younger. She tried to muster those feelings back, but she couldn't. She was aware of all this, and she felt disgusted by herself at being that kind of person, but she couldn't help it. None of them couldn't keep up with her intellect, so they couldn' t fully understand her, except him.
Probably it wasn't puberty that triggered her changes. Maybe was his dissapearance. She shocked her head to dispel such thoughts. It wasn't healthy to keep angsting over that, after two years...Onii-chan...
After many hours with her nose on psychology books and the Internet, she determinated she must have clinical depression and a certain level of Narcissism Disorder. Fortunately didn't seemed to be severe of her case, but it could reach a dangerous level if continued untreated for a long time.
She probably should open the subject to her parents. Or, she could just wait to be 18, move out from home and treat her problem discretely. She was loath to admit her weakness to anybody. Besides she didn't want to worry anybody.
Her musing was momentarily interrupted as her teacher asked her to translate a quote from Darwin. She read perfectly, with just a subtle accent. The teacher congratulated her, with a sly smile on his mouth. She shuddered, another reason why she didn't like him. She was always under the impression he was leering at her, under the disguise of "praising" her hard work.
Another thing that was the object of lust, awe or envy for most people: her great beauty. She was long limbed like a ballerina, with a lovely willowy frame strenghtened by years of physical exercise. She had luscious, warm chocolate brown hair, marking her oval face and matching her luminous olive skin and rust-colored lips. But her eyes definitely were her best characteristic: accompanied with straight-shaped brows and long, dark eyelashes, they were the color of amber gemstones: a vibrant mix of gold, orange and red.
She took care of her appearance, but tried to not let get on her head. Beauty was such a useful tool, but a very fickle one. Aging was all it took to dissapear. Besides she had heard comments about "how she is too pretty to be that smart" too many times. It was annoying.
It was in that moment her eyes caught a black thing falling in the school yard. Normally something like that wouldn't caught her attention, but that thing didn't fall from the terrace of the school, but higher. How? It was thrown from a helicopter or something?
As on cue, the bells ringed, signaling the end of school's day. Thank God.
What the hell was this?
She didn't know what she expected, but an emo, gothic notebook called "Death Note" sure wasn't.
1. The person whose name is written on this notebook shall die" This must be a hate notebook, where you write names of people you dislike. Like when you see messages about how "Said person is such a stealing boyfriend @/#%. Die bitch!" in the girls' restrooms?
"Oh well, at least I have a notebook for free"
Light's room wasn't like most people her age. It lacked the messiness typical of teenagers. Red, gold and white composed the color palette of the place. It had a mahogany desk next to her bed, a built-in wardrobe, and an antique trunk who served as closet/seat. Books were scattered across the room, on her night table and floating shelves on the walls, along a few paintings. It wasn't a luxurious room, but an extremely tasteful, tidy one. However, it had a touch of impersonality, like it was a hotel room instead of the regular bedroom of a young girl.
1. The person whose name is written in this notebook shall die
2. If the cause of death isn't specified in 40 seconds after the victim's name is written, the person is gonna die from a heart attack.
Yup, definitely a hate notebook.But why it was written in English instead of Japanese?
Meanwhile the news were passing a live transmission about a hostage situation in Shinjuku. The agressor's name was Kurou Otobarada, 42 years old, and his criminal record was rather minor.
"Just for the kicks" she thought while writing his name on her new notebook in elegant kanji. And after some thinking...Again, just for the kicks, she wrote "You pansy cocksucker, DIE!!! The kind of messages her classmates liked to write about others and giggle about.
She felt embarrassed at her own inmaturity as soon she finished writing that. Writing obscenities about others wasn't funny as her classmates seemed to think. She started erasing when the reporter announced that the hostages were coming out!
What? After some dialogue between the reporters, they announced the suspect was found dead. She felt a punch to the gut in that moment.
Dead? her eyes traveled to the page. She hadn't erased his name, just her embarrassing comment. Impossible. But then the reporter drop another bomb to her. The suspect suddendly collapsed.
Collapsed? As a heart attack? Before she could enter on full panic, her mother announced it was almost 6PM. Time for juku. She hastily grabbed her messenger bag, her laptop, and THE notebook, with the delicacy she could hold a newborn. Then she left to his father' study behind the kitchen, to grab another ítem she needed before her mother noticed.
"He collapsed? So? It could have been an aneurysm or an embolism. It's coincidence. It has to be. But what are the odds?... I have to test it again. Just in case"
Unbeknownst to her, a God of Death was watching her panicked moves and laughing at such quality entertainment.
What do you think? Good, Bad, Average? Leave kudos or/and comments.
This fic borrows elements of Alexythimia, one of the best GB fics I have read... (despite the fact it just has 3 chapters) and other fics I will name later, because I'm unoriginal like that :D The lack of GB fics on this fandom is what made write this.
I have just a vague idea of where this is going, so any suggestions are welcomed.
Poll for the audience: Should Light kill Lind L.Taylor or not? Not killing him would be more original (since it was such an obvious trap), but it would mean sacrifice my favorite DN moment. Tell me what you think in the comments.
*Sighs* Another extremely close to canon chapter. But that's expected given that nothing much can be changed in the first episode of DN. Hopefully next ones are going to be more of its own thing.
My question from the previous chapter is still up, so you can still give me your opinion in comments.
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Closing the toiled lid of the cleanest bathroom she could find, Light sat and opened her laptop. She wasn't in the nursing room, like she said to the teacher, but accesing to the NPA's files to find someone to test the Death Note. It had to be someone she could find name and face ( hence her searching in the NPA's archives) but unimportant enough in the great scale of things.
Her privileged memory filed away numerous names of criminals, she was going to write some of the names and test it already when Shiori, one of her classmates, started knocking and asking if she was sick or anything.
She made a bullshit excuse about a virus, all while cursing Shiori's terrible timing.
Behind her calm exterior, Light's mind was racing, and had been that way the entire class. She barely resisted the urge to grab her messenger bag and press it protectively against her chest, where the Death Note was hidden.
"Ryo, give me twenty. Now"
Sudou. She hated that guy. Such a slacker. He had harassed her through the whole middle school to date with him. It was until he learned her father was a cop that he finally backed off. He was held back a year, and juku was a way to level off himself, but he wasn't doing a good job at that. "I should write his name in the Death Note."
Ok, maybe not. Sudou may be a slacker, a bully and an asshole, but he wasn't really a bad person. She needed to give punishment to the ones who really deserved.
Finally, 10:00PM. She couldn't wait to test her theory. She faintly heard Shiori and few girls talking about unimportant stuff like parties and cute boys. While Ryo started complained about "his useless mother"
"Once you start looking around,you start wondering if you actually will be doing a favor to society be getting rid of these people." She surprised herself by such harsh thoughts, but these people were so self absorted, so dim witted. She was so much better than them!
"Narcissist much?" her inner voice inside her chuckled.
She groaned inwardly. According to one of her books, Narcissistic people may not be only aware of it, but embrace it too. Light, perfectionist as she was, couldn't do that. Everyone looked at her as a role model person. Being a narcissist wasn't perfection, it wasn't the image she wanted to have about herself. It just wasn't normal.
"Hi baby, have a little fun with us!"
Damn. She had gotten lost on her thoughts and didn't realize she was on a different route of her usual one. Now a creep was trailing her, and she accelerated her pace. It was until he catched her with his motocycle that she looked at his face.
He was accused of the killing of two children; and he was also suspected of the rape and sexual assault of at least 3 teenage girls, but he wasn't never found any proof. It was such a luck that his name was one of the ones she had seen in the NPA database earlier.
"Man, you really outdid yourself Takuo. You always pick pretty ones, but this one here is smoking as fuck." Double damn. Light was trained in both Aikido and Karate.* She could take Takuo in close distance, even if armed, but they were 4 of them.
Takuo grabbed her by behind, pressing a metal bar to her throat, much to her horror.
"Who goes first? You?" one of them asked signaling to Takuo.
"Nah, Utako. You may go first. I call dibs on this beauty's ass though!" he said palming Light's bottom. She was thankful she decided to wear jeans instead of her preferred skirts or dresses.
When "Utako" tried to pull down her jeans, she froze momentarily, everything feeling suddendly familiar.
Soft fingers trailed the surface of her prepubescent breast.
Soft whispering and licking on her ear shell.
"You're a good girl, aren't you?"
No. That was past. This is present, she decided staring hard at Utako fumbling with her belt. They were going to regret messing with her!
She grabbed both Utako's hands, and delivered a vicious kick to his face. The gurgling sound of him choking on his own blood was music to Light's ears. She surely broke his jaw.
They weren't expecting that, judging by their shocked expression. Even Takuo's hold on the metal bar loosened, and Light took the chance to headbutt him, untangle herself out of his hold, grab the metal bar and smashing it to the other goon's face. She felt pain on her side, a superficial knife slash made by the fourth one, but the adrenaline made her ignore it and just start running across the empty street.
Wait. She grabbed the Death Note out of her bag while running and started writing "Takuo Shibuimaru" and then, "traffic accident."
"Takuo, you okay?"
"What are you dicks doing? Grab the bitch! he said angered climbing to his motocycle.
"Takuo you're hurt!" He made a beeline for Light. "Dumb cunt doesn't even try to run away!"
The seconds tickled. Light moved her hand to the concealed weapon on her bag, the Springfield XDs. 45 from his father's study, in case the Death Note didn't really worked out (and man, wouldn't that be so dissapointing)
Out of the nowhere, a train passed and smashed Takuo with all its might. The impact was so great that his brains splattered in the pavement, and some blood even stained Light's face.
She didn't paid any mind to the blood on her face, not to the sorrowful cries of Takuo's men at seeing their leader's body destroyed across the street. She didn't cry, she didn't scream. Not even the fact they tried to rape her crossed her mind. Her only thought was:
"The Death Note is real!"
Sachiko pulled out a fresh batch of oat cookies and a steaming cup of hot cocoa to her eldest. She was such a good daughter. She always offered to pick her up from juku, but she always declined, argumenting she was almost a grown up. She still couldn't help but worry a little. And the smile on her face vanished when Light entered her house.
"My God, Light, what happened?
Light grimaced. After the incident earlier, she wandered on the streets, and the rain washed the blood for her. Her soaked dark t-shirt hid her wound too. Still, she must look a little worse for wear.
"I got...mugged." She didn't want to share what happened to her earlier. Her mother would just try to smother her. She was just fine, thank you very much. And more important, she wasn't going to give her any privacy, something she really need it now...
Thinking of her new toy made her smile.
"It's ok mum. They were creeps and all, but I get away from them in time. Here, the result of the national tests. I'm number one again."
Sachiko breathed in relief. Nothing serious could have happened if Light was sporting such a bright smile. Her test results must be having her in such high spirits.
Indeed, Light was on high spirits. She couldn't wait to get her hands on her notebook again.
"I feel a little tired mom. I'm gonna sleep, so don't bother me."
She missed the brief hurt that passed in the older's woman eyes at her cold dismissal.
"Okay, here." She said handing the cookies and mug to Light. Anything else honey? With these results, you can ask anything."
Sachiko was blessed again with another beautiful smile, the one that she hadn't see Light give in a long time. And her heart warmed at the sight.
I already have what I want.
It was near 5:00 AM and Light was still up, staring intently at her page with criminals' names on it.
"You seem to enjoy it. Hyuk Hyuk"
With the Takuo Shibuimaru incident only a few hours ago, her body reacted instinctively and she inmediately threw a spinning kick to the place where she heard the voice. But nothing was there.
"Woah, Calm down doll face." Said the Voice behind her, and she quickly turned.
The thing on her bedroom was around 7 ft tall, with a body anatomically impossible (impossible for humans, that's it). Hands were long and clawed, with a white chalky face twisted in a permanent, grotesque smile. Oh, and it wasn't an it, but a he called Ryuk. A Shinigami, a God of Death.
That, and he was shy around girls too.
She was repulsed when she heard the story about how Shinigami extended their own lifes by killing humans. That was the purpose of her species? Being killed to extend the lifespan of others?
On the bright side, the notebook was infinite and hers to do as she pleased.
"So, nothing is going to happen to me by using the notebook?"
"You are going to feel the fear that only Death Note users feel" Good thing she wasn't easily scared then.
"And you can't go to Heaven nor Hell for all eternity."
If anybody asked, she was going to deny to death, but in that moment, she feel a near uncontrolable need to cry. Not Heaven nor Hell? She was condemned to all eternity because this? She was prepared for that, after all, she originally thought that a Shinigami was going to take her soul, but to actually heard it, well...
But something on Ryuk's face ticked her off as he said that. She was good reading people, not Shinigami, but something was definitely off...
"It actually exist Heaven or Hell? Oh it's just a lie you made?" Probably she was just asking to console herself, after all the creature said...
Ryuk stared at her for a second, then started laughing. "Aren't you a smart one? Hyuk, hyuk! Well yes, you're right, I lied! All humans go to Mu when they die. Death is equal for everyone."
She didn't know if that was better or worse. She was happy that she could get to use the Death Note with no consequences, but she was angry at the fact that all deeds became inconsecuential in the afterlife.
"You have just gotten the notebook, in what, 12 hours? And you already have 6 names? Most people hesitate with just one."
"There was no reason to hesitate. They all deserved it. All of them were murderers and rapists." The names there were Takuo's men. After snooping, she found out that their names were also in the NPA database. They all died by gruesome "accidents". She smirked at the thought.
"Really. I already decided for what I need this notebook."
"They are dead. I killed them."
Rain poured her clothes and skin. But her mind was busy replaying both the deaths of Kurou Otobarada and Takuo Shibuimaru.
"Who do I think I am to impart judgement in others? To be judge, jury and executioner."
Holding herself against a nearby wall, she forced herself to calm down. All right, she killed them. Why she was so affected? She knew about the possibility of getting tangled with a criminal in her quest to test the Death Note, in fact she even brought a gun with her in the case that the Death Note wasn't real. She knew killing someone was a possibility, so there was no point on whining over that. And more important, they deserved it. One of them even tried to rape her!
"They deserved to die! Those people are the ones who make Earth a worse place to live every day..."
A metaphorical bulb iluminated her brain in that instant.
"... Yeah, that's it. On other people's hands, this power would be total madness. An instrument of mass destruction. I'm the ONLY one who can give it a proper use" "The world is slowly rotting. But with this notebook, I can fix that"
A tiny smile appeared on her lips, her backpack and clothes suddendly feeling much lighter that before.
"I'm going to start eliminating criminals across the globe. That way the world is finally going to start a change for the better. The path of humanity right now is a path which only leads to our own annihilation. But with the Death Note, I can change all that."
"And you want what? Became a god or queen for the masses or something?"
She frowned. She would be lying if that thought had crossed her mind in the past hours, exciting her. A Goddess of justice, but she dismissed it quickly. She need to keep her ego down. She was human, she wasn't omnipotent, her sore throat and slash to her side were proof of that. And if manga, literature and comics had teached her anything, was that people with God complexes never won.
Thank heavens for her awareness of her mental state.
"No. I'm going to a unbiased being of Justice. Anonymous, faceless, hidden on the shadows. A supernatural vigilante, if you will"
"I still don't get it. What's the point? What you gain from all this?"
"I was bored too" she admitted staring at the balcony. Sunlight from the dawn was starting to creep on her room, while a soft breeze was falling from the grey skyline. "But now I have a purpose and more power than any human has. You dropped the notebook to feel something more than boredom, didn't you? Well, with the Death Note, I feel something too. I feel a sense of accomplisment at doing something for the sake of mankind."
"Most people would use this notebook to personal gain. They wouldn't use for other people's wellbeing. Even if they have the right idea, most wouldn't have the intelligence, the drive and the guts to do what's necessary to change the world."
"But I do, I can, and I will"
Seeing her eyes flash in determination at her own words. Ryuk knew that the Death Note couldn't have been picked for a better person. So fun, So interesting.
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I always amused me how quickly Light started ranting about being God in the very first episode. Female narcissists tend to be less over-confident than male narcs, so Light here doesn't have the God complex that canon!Light, at least not yet. However, she still has a sense of superiority over others.
Narcissistic and depressed people can be aware or not of their mental state. It depends of the person. Most of the ones who are aware embrace it. Light doesn't because being narcissist doesn't fit her criteria of a perfect person, which is what she wants or believes herself to be.
*Canonically Light has to have some sort of fighting skill to keep up with Capoeira-trained L, don't you think?
Speaking of L, next chapter contains our favorite raccoon-eyed detective! Stay tuned!
A sweet-toothed detective enters the scene
Not a native English speaker, so feel free to point out any mistakes in the comment section.
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"Having finally made his dream a reality, he was overwhelmed by the sense of his own achievement and the joy it brought him"
"Absolutely flawless. But I'm not surprised of course. Very good."
No even her leering professor could ruin Light's good mood. Two weeks had passed since Light had gotten the Death Note.
The Death Note was now a pasted book with flowery, girlish details, discretely covering the pages containing the rules too. At simple view, appeared like nothing except a simple schoolgirl notebook. She keep writing names between classes and every chance she got. At two weeks, her body count was around 300 persons, all of them composed of the cruelest murderers, rapists and pedophiles around the world. All of them by heart attacks.
She also had became accostumed to the constant presence of Ryuk on her life, who followed her around like a ugly dog. Although the Shinigami was annoying with his addiction to apples, she liked to engage in conversations with him and when he wasn't annoying her with apples, he was sort of interesting too.
She politely rejected the offers to hang out after class and a boy that probably wanted to ask her out. She had something much more important to do right now.
Life was good.
9894.25 km* away, a heated discussion between all the Polices Forces in the World was taking place.
"Almost 140 death had happened last week, all of them were criminals" Started the US representative in Interpol, Michael O'Reilly.
"Most of these deaths were from criminals serving prison times. I think it's safe to say that there is surely a lot more deaths not accounted yet."
Soichiro Yagami, chief superintendent of the NPA and Matsuda Touta, a rookie detective on his division, watched the incensed room with attentive eyes.
Alejandro Santana, Colombia's representative on Interpol, was less enthusiastic about it "These criminals were ones of the worst the world has ever seen. Good riddance, I would say."
While many dangerous countries with high crimes' index seemed to shyly agree with that sentiment, most of them were less than pleased with Santana's statement.
"WHY IT SHOULD MATTER IF IT'S AN INNOCENT OR NOT! As long as I'm concerned, murder is still murder!"
"Still to early to say if it's a homicide." another one piped one.
"And how those criminals died from sudden heart attacks at the same time? That's not concidence, that's murder!
"Explain to me then how's that even possible"
"We believe this must be the work of a powerful, large organization."
"If it's a large organization. I'm sure I'm not the only suspecting the CIA or NSA. It's the USA, is always them, getting their noses in other's business"
"I DARE you to say that again!" O' Reilly furiously exclaimed.
"I see no way to solve this. If that's the case, we have not choice but to bring in L."
At the mention of "L" the room went almost eerily silent, most of them discussing in low whispers instead of the thunderous voices of before.
Matsuda Touta, the rookie detective of the NPA, asked to his superior "Chief, who's this L they are talkin about about?
Soichiro Yagami smiled tiredly "L is the greatest detective in the world. He has solved the greatest mysteries this world has ever known. We don't know his real name or face, he communicates throught his assistant Watari, but he is the best of the best. A last resort. A trump card"
"But we don't know how to contact him!"
The clacking sound of shoes resonated in the otherwise silent room. All eyes turned to see a dramatic figure clad in black from top to bottom, with a long trench coat, a hat and a stocking mask on his face.
"This is Watari. Please be silent, L is already on the move"
A chorus of muted whispers came when Watari placed a laptop on the podium, and large, gothic "L" appeared on the screen. A distorted voice followed soon after.
"Greetings to all of you in the ICPO. I am L"
Ryuk was always so stupid, withholding vital information until the most crucial moments.
She could barely stop herself from fidget everytime she felt Sayu get too close to the drawer containing the notebook.
"You seem distracted"
Light smiled. In the inside, she was seething. "I'm fine"
"Are you sure? It's not a boy it is? Sayu asked teasingly
Light sighed "You should pay less attention to my (nonexistent) love life and more to your studies."
Sayu smiled and keep working on her math exercises. Light was only paying half of attention. Her mind was busy thinking in the Death Note. She was sure that covering the death note and its rules was enough to hid it. But apparently, touching it made you able to look at Ryuk. She needed it to fix that.
"I already begun working on this case. I will not rest until the perpetrator or perpetrators of this crime are sentenced to justice. However, in order to achieve all this, I need that all the Police forces in this room make the compromise to support this investigation. And I also will require the direct colaboration of the NPA of Japan."
Chief Yagami decided to address the elephant on the room "Excuse me L, but why Japan?"
"I have reason to believe Kira is from Japan or someone residing in Japan"
"Japan? It was so sure it was the USA"
Yagami ignored those stray comments and focused in the gothic L in front of him.
"What it's all this based on ?" he asked bravely, his voice not betraying the nervousness growing inside him.
"Why Japan you say? I think I would be able to respond these questions with a direct confrontation.
"A direct confrontation? You mean we have to confront Kira directly?"
The internet was already filled with hundred of blogs and websites wondering about the unexplained deaths of criminals around the world.
Some people believed a large, extremist organization was behind it.
Others that the goverments around the world decided to get rid of criminals, in some sort of euthanasia project to get rid of "undesirable" people
But the most popular theory was that she was a divine being giving punishments to the evil doers. It was the theory with most sceptics, but the most popular at the same time.
They have named her "Kira"
"Hey Ryuk, look at this"
She almost laughed at the fanart that some people made, representing Kira as a tall being covered by a dark robe and holding a scythe.
"This is supposedly you?" asked Ryuk, laughing at the over-the-top pictures too.
"Yeah. I guess a young, academically minded woman isn't what people have on mind when they think of Kira. I can't say I'm flattered by those pictures, or the name itself. Kira as "killer" in english isn't what I would chose for a name per se, but they have taken a liking to it."
She feels very satisfied with herself, looking at their support. The guilty ones are hidden fearing her wrath, while the innocents, with nothing to fear, cheered her on. Probably not in public, but in private, where their opinions remains anonymous.
The Death Note is hidden is her fake drawer now, so she is now safe.
Lind L. Taylor was convicted by the murder and rape of her stepdaughter. He used to be an accountant.
He is tall and handsome. In his mid thirties. The perfect image of what most people would think L looks like.
If this charade works, he is going to be killed by Kira, but L promised him to ensure the financial security of his family. In the case that didn't happen, his execution would be postponed a year more.
Everything is ready.
I am Lind L Taylor, otherwise known as L.
The title resonates very vaguely on the corners of Light's memory but she ignores and keeps looking at the screen, wondering who is this guy. And why this announcement, worldwide no less, made by Interpol. She have never heard of something like that happening before!
"Criminals around the world are murdered by a serial killer. I consider this the most atrocious act of mass murder of history, with around 200 victims up to date. I will not rest until the person or people responsible for these crimes are put behind bars. Kira, I'm going to hunt you down. I will find you.
Ryuk snickered "He is so sure that he will catch you."
Light just smiled "I would love to see him try" she stared at her notebook and Ryuk "As long as the Police doesn't find this, I'm safe" And seriously, the probabilities of them suspecting that the weapon for the murders is just a simple notebook...
"I suspect what your motivations are, and I can guess and even understand what you are trying to do, but what you're doing is evil"
Light could felt her hands tremble and her pretty lips curve in a sneer. Her? Evil? Who the hell this guy thinks he is, judging her without even knowing her!
"How dare you! I'm just trying to make the world a better place!" she screamed furiously
Her hands reached towards her pencil-case and after picking a pen, she started scribbling his name. But someone started knocking in her door in that moment.
"WHAT?" She asked, not even bothering to hide the anger on her voice.
"You were screaming pretty loud,are you ok?"
She forced herself to calm down, and answered "I'm fine"
"Are you sure?" Sayu asked hesitantly
Damn it Sayu, just go away "Yes"
At the sound of her sister's retreating steps, she turns her attention back to the screen, when Lind L Taylor seems to be finishing his speech, and she returns to write his name down, but suddendly, she stopped.
The police had to be aware that she needed a face and a name to kill. Even if they weren't aware of that, they must know that Kira was capable of killing people without having any contact whatsoever with the victim, at differents parts of the world and at the same time.
So why this Lind L. Taylor was presenting himself to her, making very easy for her to kill him?
They probably were waiting for her to fall in panic, quit and give herself in. But still, present yourself that way, specially if you're as important as this Lind L.Taylor supposedly was... Too risky.
But it actually existed someone with so much influence to mobilize any police organization in the world? It was almost too good to be true. Unless this Lind L Taylor was a decoy, someone the police was using to scare her.
She was so sure that killing him would be the best move.It would be a way to scare off people and a show of power. But scaring off people was actually the best move?
A lot of them seemed to think of her a Godly being. While Light was aware that she wasn't god, feeding that belief would be beneficial.They thinking of her that way was enough to inject respect and fear, not need to scare them more.
And why would God or a Godly being react to the provocations of a mortal? Ryuk, the closest thing to a God she had ever meet, would certainly not react. He probably would just laugh. If she killed Taylor, it would seem as she was affected as any normal human would be after being called evil and mass murderer.
So she didn't wrote anything and waited for the best.
It didn't worked out. L didn't really know what to think.
Based on his profile of Kira, he seemed to be a killer who believed himself some kind of merciful being giving divine punishment to the criminals. He would take offense at being called evil, didn't he?
His musings were interrupted by the Interpol calling him.
"L,what do you think of the broadcast in Kanto?
L counted himself lucky that he hadn't explained his plan to them. They believed that his plan involved scare Kira off and than Kira started making mistakes or possibly give himself in.
They certainly didn't know that L's plan involved the live transmission of the death of a man. They would have objected at that, but L was confident that the provocation that he planned to do for Kira was going to be enough to satisfy them. Why Kira didn't fall on his trap?
"I was adequate" he answered vaguely.
"I'm sorry, but I was under the impression than that transmission was going to gives us some sort of lead towards Kira, but nothing happened. Are we even sure that he is in Japan? Soichiro Yagami asked.
He was smarter that he let on. He seemed to suspect that L's plan didn't go as planned.
But L was sure that Kira was in Japan.The very first killing was there. Probably Kira wasn't in Kanto as he suspected,but he definitely was in Japan.
"I didn't think that Kira was going to take action" That was a big, fat lie. Seemed like L had underestimated his opponent. "I mean, I hoped so, that's why I used a convict, but Kira has proved to be very sneaky and careful. However, I already made a profile on Kira. He is a very smart individual that..."
WHAT? Que? 何? Quoi?
Hearing the interruption, L asked them what was wrong.
"I'm sorry L, but you are actually telling us that Kira is individual, a single man?."
"Yes, I believe ..."
"A single person in possession of such powers! How we are going to stop this?
"I was sure that Kira was a organization as Al-Qaeda. But if Kira is a single..."
"May I continue speaking, gentlemen?" asked L in a no-nonsense tone of voice.
That did the trick and they calmed down. L could understand their fears, he really could. Kira represented the biggest threat to democracy since Alexander the Great, but god, they really needed to calm down and think logically about this.
"I'm going to send my profile inmediately. We will meet tomorrow and discuss our plan of action." L hang up.
He really needed a strawberry shortcake.
After the Lind L.Taylor incident. Light made some browsing in the internet.
Dozens of websites wondered about this Lind L.Taylor or "L" About how they now knew that Kira existed and that finally the Police had stopped disguising the deaths of criminals as mere coincidences."Kira and " L" seemed to be the most popular trends in Google in the last hours. Strangely enough, not much information about "L" seemed available to the public previously.
So Ligh decided to search on the Deep Web, where she found out that L was something of a myth. Apparently some believed that he was behind Cicada 3301* a few years ago and even that he was behind a conspiracy to iniciate WWIII. All those things smelled like mere conspiracy-nutjob theories to Light, but then again, the mere existence of "L" was just a conspiracy theory, until now. Probably that was the reason why the name seemed familiar to her.
"So this is the guy who is hunting you? Hyuk Hyuk. This seems very fun" Ryuk said "Although some seem to believe he is an organization and not a person."
If L really existed and wasn't just some invention from the Police, he was just one person, Light was sure of that. But L and Lind L. Taylor being the same person seemed false. Why L didn't just defied her without showing his face or name? In fact, a faceless, mysterious entity called "L" would be far more scary than a guy in a sharp suit called Lind L.Taylor. Unless...
Light couldn't help but laugh. Ryuk turned to her, asking her was what was so funny.
"I finally get it, Ryuk. Lind L. Taylor isn't really L , he is just a decoy. The real L is hidden in the shadows. He wanted me to kill Taylor." Reclining on her chair, she continued "What a ballsy move. Worthy of the world's greatest detective. But he is going to try a lot harder than that."
"That guy isn't going to leave you alone, right?"
"I can assure you this is just the beginning Ryuk"
"More fun for me!" Ryuk exclaimed delighted.
She threw him a apple.
When Light was descending from the steps, she spotted Sayu napping in the couch. She gently started to shake Sayu. She woke up and stared at her "Light what's wrong?"
With a sigh, Light sat down next her sister to the couch, she really needed to assure that her sister didn't spill anything about the incident earlier. The last thing Light needed was Sayu opening her big, fat mouth and telling their parents that she heard Light screaming like a deranged woman in her room.
"Sayu, about earlier...How much did you heard?
"Not much, really. I just heard "how dare you" Terrific.
"Well, this is embarrasing" Light looked directly to her sister's eyes "I want to tell you the reason I was screaming. It was about Yamamoto"
Yamamoto was Light's friend and their neighboor. He was also Light's ex-boyfriend, although the word "boyfriend" seemed too big for a guy she only dated a month.
"I saw some Facebook messages he left me, describing his new, "hot" girlfriend" she said in a broken voice, rubbing her eyes and cheeks, simulating being at the verge of tears.
"That's awful. What an asshole!"
"Don't insult him. I hate that" she protested weakly
"What? You shouldn't care about him anymore.He dumped you!"
In truth Light couldn't care less about that guy, in a romantic sense at least. And in reality, Light dumped him, no the other way around.
"I'm sorry. I know Yamamoto didn't mean ill, we are still friends, he is just excited and infatuated, but still... She broke off.
"Oh, Ane" Sayu gave her sister a hug, comforting her.
"You should just quit school and became an actress, Light-o. Hyuk Hyuk."
Now the moment of the truth "Sayu... you have to promise me that you are not going to tell anything about this, or about earlier to our parents. I don't want to worry them about a silly thing like this.
"My lips are sealed, Sis, don't worry" Light rewarded her with a smile.
Sayu's cellphone ringed. With some hesitation,she answered. Apparently their friends wanted to go with her to the mall.
She shot Light a look, and before she denied the invitation, Light shook her head and silently whispered "Go" making hushing gestures with her hands.
Sayu wouldn't never admit it, but she had always been jealous of her sister. She had always gotten excellent grades, she had a impeccable behavior and good manners. The only reasons she wasn't in college already was due to Japan being very strict in grade skipping. And Sayu was a pretty girl, but she was nothing compared to her drop dead gorgeous sister. But now, she could only feel guilty. She was always helping her with her homework and smiling,while hiding so much pain inside. And even hearthbroken, she was selfless enough to prefer Sayu to leave and have fun with her friends.
"Keiko, I will be there in 5. Bye" Sayu returned her attention to Light.
"Are you sure you are going to be okay Ane?
"I'm not gonna fall apart Sayu. Go and have fun. I will be ok." Before she closed the door, Sayu attempted to cheer her up "Light, I wanted to thank you, for the help in my homework"
"No, thanks to you Sayu. I'm convinced that I did the right thing not killing Lind L. Taylor, and if you didn't interrupted me and forced me to calm down, I would have made a big mistake" "No problem. Bye"
After Sayu closed the door. Ryuk said "My, she ate that up"
Light smiled. Sayu wouldn't say a thing to her parents. Nothing better to assure her silence than a sappy sob story of a broken heart.
She needed to keep her temper in check. And she really needed to stop screaming so loud within the house.
Three strawberry shortcakes, two slices of lemon pie and a custard later, and L had reached to three conclusions.
One, that he was going to keep using Lind L. Taylor as a decoy. If L showed himself in TV ( just his symbol of course, not his real face ) he would be admitting that his plan to trap Kira failed. So, as long as the public was concerned, Lind L. Taylor was L.
Two, this was the biggest case he had ever worked on, and solving it would be the pinnacle of his career.
Three, he really needed to know how Kira commited those murders. A biological weapon, maybe?
Drinking his second milkshake, L started thinking about how Kira could commit two or more murders in different location at the same time. If those murders happened at a distance that could be reached within a hour via flight, that could be reasonable.But when those murders occurred at a distance as long as Los Angeles and Sydney,one of the largest flights in the world*, he...hated to admit that, but he was at a loss of words.
And why the Lind L. Taylor gambit hadn't worked? Was because he wasn't a criminal? It was possible. Probably Kira didn't want to kill innocents. Or probably Kira felt confident in the idea that he was impossible to catch.
He needed to stretch his legs. A killer that only needed a name and a face to kill? Seemed impossible. As impossible as someone able to look at the people's real names with just looking at their faces...but...
His successors were too young and inexperienced to be any help on this case. And while L was confident that he could solve this alone, if his suspicions were true; he really needed to talk to someone about this case, someone who wasn't Watari or Interpol.
Seemed like he was going to pay a visit to his defective Backup.
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We are getting into AU territory now.
*9894.25 km is the distance between Tokyo and Lyon, the latter being the headquarters of Interpol.
*Cicada 3301 is a serie of puzzles. Nobody knows who are behind those puzzles. It has been called "the most elaborate and mysterious puzzle of the internet age" and is listed as one of the "top 5 eeriest, unsolved mysteries of the internet" by The Washington Post.
*The information about the flight distance between Los Angeles and Sydney was pulled out from Inception.
What was your favorite scene of this chapter? Mine was Light manipulating her sister.
Who is L going to visit next chapter?
Two alumnis of the same school have a talk.
What a boring chapter. The only good thing in this chapter must be Beyond Birthday 's introduction. The next chapter contains more action. I still hope you guys enjoy this.
Not a native English speaker, so feel free to point out any mistakes.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
"DAD!!!" exclaimed Sayu throwing herself in the arms on her father. They were in Haneda Airport waiting for the last hour or so for Soichiro to come back from his travel to France.
The less expressive Light just came to her father with a fond smile on her lips. "Hi father" while Sayu untangled herself from her father's embrace and Sachiko placed a chaste kiss on her husband. Her father reciprocated with a smile of his own.
"How was your flight, dear?"
"Tired"and his raspy voice let know that he was telling the true.
"France wasn't lovely as people say?"
"Maybe,I didn't really had time to explore so. Most of the time was spend cooped between conferences,reunions and my hotel" he said.
Light was absolutely sure that his father's travel had something to do with Kira. After all, he went just two weeks after she started her debut as Kira. It had been three days after the whole Lind L Taylor thing. No more announcements had been made. In fact, the reason why her father had gone was because Kitamura-san was recovering from a surgery and couldn't go himself. Meaning they just send the most important members of the Japanese Police to Lyon.
Her father,mother and Sayu spend the next hour or so speaking about meaningless things. Light was a reserved person by nature, so nobody questioned her for being quiet. She was thinking how approached her father for information. She had helped solve a few cases for the Police since she was ten, and when she was 14 she had solved the Takayuki Ohigashi* case by herself. So it wouldn't be inusual for her to take an interest in the Kira case.
But it was tricky business. Kira was unlike any...phenomenon that had ever existed (she refused to use the term criminal or mass murderer for herself, she wasn't going to.) and her father may get overprotective on her. Most of the cases he had let her help him solved were of white collared nature or petty ones. She had solved important one but let her finding for herself in order to not worry him. The only reason the Takayuki Ohigashi was because she already has solved on her own, and due to how important and wealthy Ohigashi was, the Police was under pressure by the Media.
She decided to just test the waters. After all, Kira and L was all people had been talking, and Kira was already public knowledge, so it like she knew something she shouldn't.
"So Dad, what was the conference about?" she said widening her eyes in order to appear innocent.
Her father turned to look at her with a strange expression on his face, like he didn't know if she shouldn't tell her or not. Her father knew she wasn't a big mouth, and he had let her on some on his work.
" Just some boring conference" A lie good enough for anyone except Light. She could see his eyes shifting. He wasn't used to lie to her.
That was even more interesting. Her father rarely let her help him, but even then, she usually told her the basic details of the case. If he was relunctant to even told her, was becuase the case was very secretive. Definitely the Kira case.
So she just pushed further. She waited until they were in the house to look at her cellphone, let a dramatic sigh and put it back in her purse. Her mother turned to look at her.
"Light was wrong?"
"Nothing mom. It was Eichii* bothering me" her mother chuckled. She was fond of him.
"What he was saying?" " Texting me about his dumb, nutjob thories about Kira. It's all he talks these days"
Now her father looked very interested in their conversation.
" That's what everyone talks these days! I thought you would be more interested on that Light! I mean, the whole message was broadcasted around the whole world! That shit scared me!"
"Sayu, language!" her mother scolded. Sayu promptly apologized.
"Of course I'm pretty interested in the Kira case! Just not on Eiichi's dumb theories" Light stated with a calculated roll of her eyes.
"Some people say that Kira is a god, of course I..." Sayu was interrupted by her father.
"Kira is not God. He is just a murderer" his father said with a ir of finality. Sayu looked sad and he picked that up. "Let's not talk about murders here. Enough of that. Let go to Shiba Tofuya."
Well, she wasn't going to get information from her father. But she was sure that he was involved in the Kira case. She could wait.
The chair was comfy. The chains on his wrist tying him to the chair, not so much. The face wasn't not longer disfigured, thanks to the best surgery the money could buy, but some scars still were present on his face, shoulder and arms. A small table with a laptop with a gothic L and a shadow behind it were the only things besides him in the room.
"Hello Beyond. I see your face has healed favorably"
"Hello Lawliet. May I ask what you are doing sitting in the shadows with your computer here on the table? I have already see your face. Or are you taking your cosplaying Batman's complex to the max?"
L's jaw tightened slighty at both the use on his name and his jive, but he didn't let it show. If he was being honest (and he usually never was), years of paranoia had made him do that. But Beyond had a point. He already knew his name and face, so what was the point of hiding?
"You should know one or two things about Cosplaying, don't you?" He said stepping onto the light and Beyond grinned " And you have a thing for dramatic entrances, or what?"
"As much as I would love to exchange jives, I had something much more important to discuss with you"
"It's that so?"
"You know about Kira?"
"Are you aware that people here limit my access to TV? Most of the time I spend watching Akazukin Chacha's reruns."
"On TV Tokyo?"
"It's strange then how you haven't heard about Kira. Kira is a criminal that kills people with heart attacks."
"My, I'm so flattered. Finally asking you Backup for help?"
L smiled humorlessly "Don't flatter yourself Beyond. I can solve this on my own, I just want a second opinion. This case is dangerous, so I wouldn't want to put my succesors at risk unless is absolutely neccesary" "You aren't worth enough to worry" were the unspoken words.
Beyond seemed taken aback by L's reply but he quickly recovered. Before he could speak again, L beat it to the punch.
"You should be thankful that you are on this prison specifically made by you"
"Really? So I should be thankful that I'm being your personal prisoner on a illegal prison? L felt satisfation at the fury in Beyond's words hidden under the flippant tones.
"I'm L. The world illegal does apply to everyone except me" Well, nobody ever said that L wasn't prone to arrogance. "Your crimes were enough to put in the electric hair. But I was talking about Kira, since he targets criminals such as yourself."
"So a vigilante?"
"You can call him that way, yes."
"Okay, thank you L, for saving me from big, bad Kira" Beyond in a sugarish tone that was anything but sincere. "And despite you saying that you don't need my help for this case. I'm gonna put my two cents anyways and say that Kira probably kills his victims with belladona*"
"No he doesn't"
"How do you know?"
"Because the murders occur in different location, at different parts in the world around the same time. Beyond wistled at that " Sounds rough. Are you even sure that he is just a single person and not an organization?" "If he wasn't a single person but an organization, they could already made some kind of annoucement. Large organizations such as Al-Quada, Euskadi Ta Askatasuna or FARC ususllly made some kind of statement about his intentions. Take for example ISIS. They already published his intention about making a worldwide caliphate goverment*. But Kira hasn't said a thing. The murders is all we have."
"Many people would assume that it's a vengeful God giving punishment to the evildoers"
"Don't be absurd"
"You don't believe in God? L didn't answer the question.
"It's Kira was God giving rightful judgement to the criminals, then you should have been the first one to drop dead"
"My, someone is cranky and I am the one behind bars. Getting lonely in the nights? It's only so much what your right hand can do for you" Beyond leered.
L ignored his leering and continued "Since Kira hasn't killed you or any criminals that happen to be free, its obvious that Kira has limitations."
"This all very interesting and all that jazz, but we are you here?
L stopped his pacing across the room and thumb-chewing to look at him with a questioning look.
Beyond shrugged. "I mean, I haven't told anything you haven't already deduced. So what's the deal?"
L sat in his trademark postion on the chair opposite to him, with a fareway look on his smoky eyes. "Kira is in Japan"
"You used to live there right?"
"Yes, and I believe you' a quarter Japanese or something. So?"
"Before the Kira case, your eyes are the biggest mysteries I have ever encountered"
Beyond's eyes widened in a mocking way. He had dark brown eyes with the smallest tint of red in them "Practicing your pick up lines on me Lawliet? Look at me. I'm swooning"he jeered making bouncing motions while still being seated on his chair.
"Letting behind the jocking aside, I have always wondered how you can see people's names with just looking at their faces? "
I believe that you always thought of that as me being crazy"
"You are crazy, and yes, I always thought that you were pulling my leg with that, but I'm willing to entertain a supernatural force for this case"
"Supernatural force? Are you Mr "Logic"
"Once you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth* At the beginning I thought Kira used some kind of biological weapon to commit these murders. But the autopsies didn't revel a single thing outside the norm. Watari send blood samples of every prisoner killed by Kira to a colleague, and again the results didn't revel anything. I already made exams in the prison guards. They didn't showed any shymptoms of having a contagious illness either. L said in a single breath, surprising his companion.
"Kira must be having your panties in a bunch" But he decided to have some "pity" on the insomniatic detective "Look, I don't know why I have these eyes or how Kira kills. I used to live in Japan, but I can't tell you anything else"
Beyond wasn't a sentimental person at the slightest, but even he could help feeling a pang of longingness remembering his life in Japan...
"I should have known that you couldn't help me..."
"Not reason to be so rude L Lawliet"
" Good night, Beyond Birthday"
Before L could step out the cell, Beyond stopped him "Lawliet, wait a sec"
To his surprise, L obeyed him " Why are so interested in the Kira case"
L turned to look at him like he was stupid. "You already know the answer to that question"
"Oh yes. You are justice, bla bla bla. Spare me. Let the bullshit for Interpol okay-ish?
Reclining on his chair, the serial killer continued " You never get involved in a case unless there were more than ten victims or a million dollars at stake. Not only Interpol must be paying the amount of money that could feed a small nation for a year in order to solve this case, but thousands of lives are at stake, even if those lives are criminals. Besides this a big mystery and you adore mysteries.
"You just answered you own question"
"Oh no, let me finish. What are you gonna do when you find Kira? L noticed Beyond using when and not if.
"Sentence him to death"
"But why? Because he is sentencing hundreds of criminals to death? You have done the same thing. You probably have a bigger body count that Kira does now."
"It's not the same thing. I only solve the cases after a meticulous investigation and the sentence of the convict is dictated accordingly to the laws of the country of said crime. I'm not playing judge, jury and executioner."
"Maybe, but that doesn't change the fact that Kira is just doing a bloodier version of what you do."
"I think you are afraid of Kira" Beyond declared with a smile of triumph on his slighty charred lips.
L didn't gave him the satisfaction to react "I'm only being cautious of a criminal that kill people without being in contact with them, that's all"
" Humans are inherently more difficult than numbers. I think Einstein had a quote about that. That's why you are a detective and not a scientist right? Because you like the umpredictbale nature of criminals." "This is why you are afraid of Kira. Not just because he can kill you, or because you are left with no job, you have more money than most people could dream anyways. But you're afraid than Kira could win and you are going to be left without a mean to calm your ever present boredom, with no criminal element to satisfy your morbid fascination."
L stayed quiet and didn't changed his expression at all. The only thing that betrayed his perfect fachade were the scratching of his feet, that were also the only sound in the suddendly still room.
"Are you done?" replied in a bored tone.
"So you are done. I wasn't thinking on made visits to you a habit. Goodbye"
L left the room feeling more irritable than usual. Talking to Beyond always had that effect on him. L was invisible, a force to be reckoned and someone with a near perfect control of his emotion. But unfortunately for him, that meant little for Beyond, since they had know each other since childhood, who knew his real name and part of his real history. It's was easy to be impenetrable when no one knew anyhting about you, so they couldn't hurt you or blackmail you. It was that way that L could be sure that the monsters could never reach him.
He dialled Watari's number.
"Watari, Call Interpol and let them know that I need Lind L. Taylor. We're going to made an announcement tomorrow"
"It's done. Anything else?"
"Yes, I need you to call the FBI to send at least a dozen of agents to Japan."
"I'm going to move the pawns first"
Covering herself in a pale pink bathrobe, Light quietly step down the stairs to the kitchen, where her father was sitting in the small round breakfast table with a cup of tea on his hand.
"It's almost midnight dad. Why are you still up?"
"Why are you still up?"
"I was watching a movie and I need to get a glass on water" Not exactly a lie, if you replace "Watching a movie" with "writing in the death Note" and "get a glass of water" for "get an apple for the Shinigami chanting about apples on my back"
"Dad, you look tired, Go to sleep." Her father chuckled "Well not all of us have the fortune to being 16 and having all the energies of the world."
She smiled and took the seat to his right "Dad, I believe that..."
"What?" her father usually wasn't so blunt with her.
"You are a smart girl Light. I know that you know that I'm working in a top- secret investigation. But It's too dangerous for you."
"No, let me finish. Light I know you want to be a detective but you're so bright, you could do anything else. I know that once you reach age of majority I'm not going to have any say in you decisions, but for now, I want you to stay out of trouble OK?
Things didn't came her way.
"I understand dad. My bad. You know I'm sucker for those cases." she amended with a apologetic smile that hid the fury she felt. She inmediately leave the room to think.
Soichiro watched her leave and regretted being so blunt with her with her but he didn't want her to be a cop. Soichiro wasn't sexist, but he knew how hard it was for women to work in the NPA, specially with Japan being such a patriarcal society. She could a scientist or a researcher, far less dangerous professions where she could get the recognition she deserved.
"What are you gonna do Light-o?" said Ryuk munching his apple. The shinigami had the nerve to look amused. Light sensed that he liked seeing thing not coming the way she wanted.
" I hate to admit but I can do anything but wait. L, whatever he or she is, needs to made a move first"
"He or she?" Ryuk questioned.
"Yes. How I can I be sure that L is a male? L can be female as far as I know. I assumed he was male with him using a male decoy, but that doesn't mean a thing. I'm sure the Police assumes Kira is male. Most of the pro Kira sites assumes me to be a male. I'm not gonna do the same mistake."
Light slipped between the covers of her bed to sleep, under her Shinigami's unblinking stare.
Miles away, a detective was eating jelly bears and staring at his computer, preparing for tomorrow.
Beyond Birthday was drinking a jar of strawberry ham, of the ones that Lawliet had left earlier that day. He was thinking about Kira
"Someone who can kill with just a name and a face "
"Has L's panties on a bunch"
"Kira is also in Japan"
"I wonder what Light thinks about Kira?"
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I think I'm better writing Beyond than writing L
*Takayuki Ohigashi was the president of the Osho Food Service, His murder has never been solved. More information can be found here: https://listverse.com/2015/06/16/10-unsettling-japanese-murders-that-have-never-been-solved/
*Belladonna is a plant used in medicine, but it can also cause Congestive Heart Failure (CHF)
* No one in the DN universe has the name Eichii. In the manga Light is show talking to a school friend called Yamamoto and another unnamed friend. Eichii is the name I decided to put on said unnamed character.
"Once you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth* is a famous quote from Sherlock Holmes.
In this fic Beyond Birthday is in a "private" prison (detail would be shared in later chapters) Never made much sense to me that L would just leave him in a regular prison with Beyond having so much information about him and Wammy House.