Warnings: Adult language, Adult content, Phychological nudity(Heard that somewhere and decided to keep it)

Disclaimer: Don't even own self, what do you think the chances are of ownin this story, or death note?

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It was Raye Pember who inadvertently roused Naomi Misoura from her brief and restive retirement: Pember, a seasoned American F.B.I agent and the fiancée of the above-mentioned woman, who, in a moment of uncharacteristic carelessness, forgot that the Japanese, like the English before them, drive on the right side of the road.

The backdrop of his demise was a wind-swept December evening in the uppercrust residential area known as the Shirokanedai district of Minato, Tokyo. The occasion was the final day of his stalking of one Light Yagami, after which he would meet with Watari, the great L's intermediary and discuss the information(or apparent lack thereof) he had gathered on the only son of the Yagami household. The investigation, which had been launched earlier that week amid great excitement and fanfare. But by the end of the day, he had realized this was just another dead-ender. The two headed for Space Land at ten, sitting close to each other as young couples and honeymooners are wont to do.

A man attempted hijacking of the bus had brought some excitement, but that had helped him come to the conclusion that, no, the Yagami-boy was not Kira, otherwise the criminal would no be dead of a heart attack and not the victim of some freak car accident, it had only been the severity of his training, or brainwashing as he often joked with his soon-to-be-wife, that he had even redoubled back and continued his curtsey surveillance of the teenage couple. The two went on rides, posed for pictures and did a lot of cutesy cuddling; he wouldn't mind it so much if the girl hadn't reminded him of his fiancée and what he wanted to do to her when the damn government gave him time.

At lunchtime the two had a debate over something relating with the rights of women in Saudi Arabia, which dissolved in to a battle of the sexes which ended with the young woman dashing away her cheeks reddened, her face flustered.

Light Yagami, Japan's number one scorer and soon-to-be graduate of the prestigious male private school, Azabu High, was the last to rise. Hardly surprising his peers might have said for amoung the incentous arena of high school studies, Light had the reputation of one rarely relinquished the ground once he had planted his roots.

The two caught a bus and upon departure,Light made a series of turns, right then left, and then right again. At an intersection, Raye reajized they were haed toward's the Yagami household. Mission accomplished. He smiled to himself then headed toard the Shirokanedai Station of the Toei Mita Line, thinking of the woman who anxiously awaited his arrival.

He looked to his left, saw empty asphalt, and stepped off the curb.

The groan of the lorry horn was the last sound Raye Pember ever heard, at impact his briefcase, containing a treasure trove of information; Personnel, Bank accounts, surveillance photographs, communication links, broke free of him. It took flight, turning over several times as it hovered over the road, then landed on the street with a solid thud. A man in a long black trenchcoat barely had to break stride as he bent down and snared it by its strap. He slipped it neatly over his shoulder, and headed towards Shirokanedai Station.

By three, the man and the briefcase were heading towards a quiet leafy, gothic abode Centered in Winchester England. There the late F.B.I agent's personal effects were hastily inspected, while the laptop was subjected to a sustained assault by a team of technical wizards, one of whom complaining to anyone who would listen that the info unearthed was dumber than the Nintendo Wii, although dissent was immediatly voiced, many secretly agreed. By 5 pm the first packet of intelligence had been forwarded to Robert S. Mueller, III Director of the Federal Bureau of Investigation's office.

Then a manila folder containing the discovered information and the same man were seen departing the Paris CDG via the London LHR at about 11:25pm and Arrived at the NRT at 7 pm. And by 7:35 it was being carried down a lush office block in Nishi Shinjuku, Shinjuku-ku Tokyo, Japan. The armored Peugeot Limousine parked in the reserve mark for the Oakwood Apartments, a man, the same man, although, now clothed in more traditional dress, walked out eyeing both sides of the road before entering through the lobby, glanced at the mailbox, noticing the lack of nameplate then sighed to himself, punching the button to the elevator to the third landing. Where he stopped in front of a door, unhooked a separate key and pushed it open soundlessly.

A hotel designer with an impeccable taste for fashion had meticulously decorated the flat. Now, the paintings and much of the furniture was gone replaced in the occupants desire to be freed from the junk of others in favor of creating his own junk.

He walked up behind a huddled figure in a white tank-top, and faded baggy jeans who was contentedly humming to himself stacking sugar cubes in what appeared to be an amazingly accurate likeness of the real-life structure for Architectural designs of the Hydropolis Hotel.

"We need to talk."

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yeah it's not all that long but I SWEAR it'll get better.