Disclaimer: I do NOT own Death Note or its characters.
Disclaimer#2: My knowledge on Italy is not 100% accurate, so I apologize for these inaccuracies.
April 24th, 1999.
Spidery fingers worked on laptop keys, creating their respective letters on the digital screen. The time shown was 4:14 AM, a time where many still slept, or would be waking soon, yet the dimly illuminated face displayed signs of a much more prolonged time without this vital bodily function.
A mess of thick raven hair, too-thin body and gangly limbs were hunched over the screen; dark eyes wide, focused and were becoming dry and itchy, much to the annoyance of the individual. With a sigh that gave him away as male, he paused in his work to put in more eyedrops, his 5th since settling into a pricey motel in Venice, Italy just one day ago.
He wasn't here on vacation, however. He was on a job that had taken him away from some very important people in his life, namely one who had captured his heart many years ago. The same individual whose written words were stored away safely in his suitcase.
He looked back to the screen displaying his initial report on his targets. They were members of a crime syndicate with connections to several crime families in and out of Italy. The Italian Mafia, as with any syndicate with dark dealings were not unpredictable, but they were dangerous if alerted.
Thankfully, he'd taken every precaution necessary to ensure his current identity would remain under the radar. It was a process that had kept him more than safe thus far.
The report was nearing completion now and he had high confidence the syndicate under his watch would be apprehended within 3 months. It was his goal before he'd go back to his loved ones.
April 29th, 1999
The initial report had gone without a hitch. The raven haired man was sitting on the edge of the bed, his body hunched over as he plotted his next course of action. He nibbled on sweet confectioneries purchased from local stores, allowing him to think more clearly.
A knock at his door drew him from his thoughts. His most trusted colleague Watari wasn't far off from him and as his sole mentor and assistant, he thought it wise to answer the aging gentleman. After all, he'd been sent off an hour ago to fetch food for them. His arrival now would be expected.
He took the necessary precautions regardless and logged off before locking the system. It was a defense that he took pride in; keeping out anyone that wasn't him or the elderly male. He stood on the floor and walked to the door, opening the lock and the wooden barrier to the other side. This would be his first and only mistake as the last thing he'd see was a suited gentleman with shades aiming a gun at him and hearing a gunshot. Darkness overtook him in moments and he collapsed to the ground.
