Glancing down to his wristwatch, a brunette let out a sigh while crossing his legs, as the waiting room full of people began to slowly empty. A grand room clad in marbled pillars and up scale leather furniture. Glass office spaces surrounded the exterior of the cathedral like space. A thin framed blonde woman stood in front of her glass office and held a clipboard in front of her. "Raito Yagami?"

The brunette stood at dizzying speeds before taking long strides towards the uniformed woman, he already knew all the information she was about to tell him. Wearing a standard black suit with a brilliant green name embroidered on her blazer pocket, the blonde smiled happily. GIN Corp. Global Information Networking. With aggressive business tactics, political savvy and a promise for a brighter future they had taken the world by storm with a brilliant technology to save people time and resources. Biometrics. They scan your fingerprints, take blood samples as well as an iris scan, take all this information and code it into a computer chip. Then… the part Light dreaded, imbed it into your hand.

Though, it wasn't without usefulness. The technology far surpassed anyone's expectations. The chip is coded with all of your medical, financial, and background information. As well as a most curious networking ability. Through various psychological evaluations, brain mapping and other questionable tests, they are able to generate a list of people within a certain radius that is compatible with you. They are ranked in five percentiles through one hundred percent. Anything beneath the fiftieth percentile wasn't worth your time, in any sense of the manner. It works well for newly "aged up" individuals, a nice term for adulthood; to help build a network of like minded people to aid you in your endeavors of the future… or so they say.

With technological advancements with the World Wide Web; it was easy to see why people leaped at the idea of finding people closer to home, verified identities, with a reliable source of information that could not be falsified. Employers quickly lateraled to the system, purchasing the chip readers. The government took an interest in it as well. However, when any government gets involved, it gets real invasive. GIN refused to display overly person information, such as sexual orientation and religion. Things the CEO clearly stated was, 'no one's business other than to create unjustified prejudices.'

Citizenship, credibility, reliability, and fiscal responsibility were all added once the government got involved. Suddenly, these chips had access to tax forms, bank accounts, credit reports. In short, these chips became the identity of its host. All of the information is calculated into was called a INS. Or, Individual Numerical Score. If you're single and unmarried, your INS is everything. Once you match with someone your combined scores come together and help you access loftier realms of financial loans, access to credit and even scholarships. Controversially, another interesting accountable calculation remained. Should you chose a partner and your MAC score was high enough, there wasn't much the two of you couldn't get. MAC is, 'Mate Accumulated Compatibility.' The ideal was, if people were matched with someone they were compatible with, they would have an easier time in life. Overall less arguments, less drama and above all; someone whom was compatible with your brainwaves, emotional responses, and similar personality.

Though, MAC is initially calculated with your immediate region, it is possible to expand the search, so even if your near perfect match isn't in your area, they'll find someone in the country, continent or even world. So, if searching for your soulmate is your life goal. GIN made it easy. The higher the compatibility score, the more likely banks are to invest in you. Generally, with a high combined score and a high compatibility rate it's possible for an entire degree to be paid for. With government backed funded programs, who wouldn't at least consider it a bit?

Light flashed a charming smile as the receptionist completed the coding to his chip. "And your current academic goal?"

The brunette leaned over the nameplate. 'Jessica.' "Ah. Law school. I'd like to be a prosecutor one day."

Jessica nodded happily. "Ho! Ho! Hopefully, you come from a rich family, or get you a high enough compatibility score. The nearest university for that wants a INS of at least 78% AND a MAC of at minimum 75%.

Light could feel the pit of his stomach drop. "Ah. Oh." His honeyed eyes departed the back of the computer screen. 'There it goes. My hope for a scholarship. Right out the door with my independence. I could try saving up money and trying to pay cash…'

Jessica turned her computer screen towards Light. "Let's have a look shall we? Let me know if you see ANYTHING that is incorrect. Not that they can be reprogrammed, but only a GIN specialist can do that."

The screen displayed Light's information:

Raito Yagami

Age: 20

Height: 175 cm/ 5'9"

Weight: 54 kg/ 120 lbs

Academic Focus: Law Studies

The consultant smiled. "Everyone within the sixtieth percentile and above can see this information should they match with you. Employers with the chip readers can also see this information. But, will not be able to see any information beyond that." She clicked her mouse and the next screen flashed.

Blood type: A negative

Birthdate: February 28th

Current Credit Score: 702

Jessica sighed happily as Light nodded to the screen. "And only the seventieth percentile and above can see this information." She clicked her mouse a couple more times. "Now I have to ask, because it plays into your future MAC scoring and placements. Do you identify as any other gender than male?" Light shook his head quietly, still mulling over the information he'd received about the university. "Alright. Do you have any preference in the gender of your future partner or partners?"

The young man gave her a confused stare. "I guess not? I've never even had any romantic attachments."

The blonde nodded knowingly. "It's not uncommon. It's in fact wiser to distance yourself from any kind of romance until you can settle in with a potential MAC partner. People who marry those with a lower compatibility score… well, let's just say the world isn't quite at their beckoning. Do you yourself identify as heterosexual, homosexual, bisexual or undecided?"

Light crinkled his nose before curling his upper lip into a slight snarl. "Are you kidding me?! What does this have to do with me going to university now?! Or getting into a career path now?!"

Flinching slightly at the outburst Jessica narrowed her eyes and scoffed while typing silently.

Gender alignment: Male

Gender preference: None

Sexual orientation: Undecided

She flipped the screen towards herself. "Only people within the eightieth percentile and higher can see this information. And anyone in the ninetieth percentile can see your psychological reports, religion and wellness charts."

Twitching an eyebrow upwards in annoyance. "And how many freaks get to see that?"

Sighing contently Jessica smirked. "In my four years here, I personally have only ever seen one person score in the nineties. And in this facility as a whole we've only ever seen fourteen in the twelve years this building has been serving the public." She continued to type quickly. "Now we'll jut upload the finalizing information, do a radius scan…. Did my computer just freeze?" She clicked her mouse a couple of times over exaggeratedly before the computer chimed and began scanning. "And off we go. Look, let me level with you. You'll probably get a couple in the seventies, maybe one in the eighties. But the likelihood of…" Her computer let out two higher pitched tones as her emerald eyes flew to the screen. "No. No. There must have been a mistake…"

Light rolled his caramel eyes while he started scanning the office that was near barren in decoration. A single white orchid sat on her desk near a photo of presumably her family. "Guess the system isn't as great as everyone says it is."

"There's no way. Why did it scan globally?!" Her frightened eyes landed on the brunette before lifting her phone. "I have a situation in registration office 1132."

Trying to peek around the computer screen, Light was quickly startled back into his seat when three suited guards entered the office. The waiting room outside quieted down to a deafening silence. The clicking sound of a single pair of heels approached the room they were in. A stiff woman with an icy stare and long straight chocolate hair entered the room. Her hostile gaze landed on Light before approaching the terminal at Jessica's desk. Her deep voice purred out. "Oh my…" Her eyes landed on the brunette once again. "What a lucky little thing you are." She smirked and turned the computer screen towards the young man. "Not one. But two in the ninety-fifth percentile. My dear child, do you understand how rare this is?"

Light took a sharp breath in and shook his head quickly. Earning him a menacing laugh as the words fell from her lips. "You're the first in the twenty years this company has operated."

Jessica nervously chuckled. "I've never seen a MAC percentage that high!"

Landing his caramel eyes onto the screen he felt the pit of his stomach drop to what felt like the floor. '98.7' both matches deadlocked at 98.7. The older woman nodded and ordered the guards around "Get the press on the line."

Snapping his attention to the woman Light could feel a burning rage at the back of his throat. "And what am I supposed to do with this information?! I'm not talking to the press! And BOTH of them live in England! If you think I'm going to uproot myself to meet a complete stranger, you're dead wrong!"

The blonde smirked as the computer generated message sent from their system. "They've been notified."

Light pulled at his hair and shouted in irritation. "What?!"


London, England, United Kingdom:

A cellphone lit up in a dark room. A singular laptop being the only other light source. A head of disheveled onyx tresses turned slightly. A deep hum resounded from the haunched man. "Hmm." A spindly hand made its way to a pale face. A singular index finger rested on his bottom lip.

'Congratulations, Mr. L Lawliet! You've received a match! Open this message to view!'

-x-

Across town:

Only taps on a keyboard resounded throughout a lab. Machines hummed harmoniously. A computer chimed loudly. "Someone get that. I'm in the middle of something!" A harsh masculine voice called from the computer.

A young woman happily hopped towards the computer while swirling a beaker full of colored liquid. She sung out, "I goooot iiiiit!" She sighed happily as she tapped in the password with a single hand.

Gasping out she dropped the beaker. "Uuuhhh. Sir? You need to see this…."

A loud growl was heard before a gruff. "I've almost finished this sequence, can't it wait?"

"Doctor Birthday! That can wait! This… This can't…."

"Just fucking tell me!"

"It's from GIN! Is that enough for you?!" The student called to the scientist before muttering to herself. "Arrogant prick."

"Did you just say GIN?!" A small explosion was heard followed by labored coughing. "Ah! For fuck's sake! Now I have to start over!"