Death Note: Forever Note.
Chapter One; The Case

Kira is finished. I have eradicated him from the world. Well, not me personally. It was not me who had written 'Light Yagami' in the Shinigami Ryuk's Death Note. But perhaps I drove the Shinigami to write his name. Perhaps not. By the sound of it, Ryuk the Shinigami said something that provoked me to think that, in the end, he would have written 'Light Yagami' himself anyway. But to the main point. With Kira now eradicated and the fear of the 'divine judgment' slowly returning to normal the biggest, hardest case of my life so far has ended. And, although I am glad to see it end, it has left me with a lot of time on my hands. Other cases don't compare. So it was because of this reason that I decided to return to Mello. By that I mean start a separate and private investigation, not top myself.

It was then that I discovered the notes that Mello had left behind. Originally, the investigation was to find out what Mello had been doing for all those years away, as soon as he'd left Wammy's. Although he may have hated me, thought of me as big-headed and unemotional, it did not mean I shared the same resentment. I loved Mello. He was like the big brother I never had at Wammy's. Although he may have said he hated me, "No one else could bully the Albino but him." To put it in to Mello's words. I hoped that he, underneath it all, had at least a little love for his younger 'brother'.

So, during my investigation into the notes that Mello had left behind, I stumbled upon the letter 'L' printed on the front of one. I didn't think it was a coincidence, maybe point five percent. I was sure it had something to do with our idol. So in curiousity, I read that file first. That was where I learned about the LABB murder cases. That was where almost everything in this following report finally made one hundred percent sense to me. Why Naomi Misora was contacted again by L. About the secret that Beyond had kept to himself. About why Beyond had given his own notes on the case to L which are now in my possession. About another case of cold-blooded murders. While I have Mr Aiziwa and Mr Matsuda out of out HQ and on the trail of the drug deal gone wrong case I have just a little time to write these notes. Where as Mello only had the first half, I, Nate River, have the second. And once again, as me and Miheal stand together, we can make a whole. One hundred percent. So for this story, the unwritten second half, I shall be your narrator, your navigator, your storyteller. I am the first successor. I am the one who caught Kira. I am Nate River, also know as Near. Happy Readings.

CHAPTER ONE

Greg Walker sighed as he entered the lobby of the posh apartment building he lived at. He had been at work all day, and at the age of twenty nine, he had lost all excitment of his job.

"Hey Mr Walker." The pretty receptionist greeted Greg as he strode past to enter the lift.

"Hey there Mag." He grinned and winked as the elevator doors slid shut.

Oh she so fancies me. Huh, I guess I'll take her out on a date tomorrow. No need to tell Nancy about it.

Greg examined himself in the shiny surface of the lift doors, admiring his silky blonde hair, his brilliant white teeth, the spotless complextion...

Bing! Floor Eight.

The lift doors slid open and Greg exited the elevator to stroll down to his apartment. The whole building was tall and wide resulting in two apartments on one floor, each quite big. Whistling, Greg unlocked the door to his apartment thinking about the beautiful brunette downstairs, about where to take her an what excuse to tell Nancy. Entering his large, open living room/kitchen, Greg dumped his bag and flicked the light switch.

Nothing happened.

He checked the bathrooms switch.

Again nothing.

Again! That's twice in one week that the electrics have gone off.

Angrily, Greg turned to go and complain when he suddenly heard a noise and stopped in his tracks.

A soft little thump. Coming from his bedroom.

Slowly, Greg advanced towards the bedroom.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Pushing on the wood of the door warily, he peered into his room. The curtains were wide open, allowing the moon light to trickle into the bedroom, illuminating... a foot? The foot swung forward, then gently lowered and hit the bed frame making a subtle sound.

Thump.

"Ah, glad to see I finally got your attention." A voice spoke, not too far away from the foot. But the person's face and upper body were hidden by the shadow from the canopy. Greg stood up to his full hieght and marched fully into the room.

"Look pal, I dunno who you are but-"

"Now, now, Mr walker. Let's just have a little chat, shall we?" The person cut over him.

"Hey... how d'you know my name? How d'you get in here!" Greg demanded, his pulse quickening at the sound of the person's calm patronizing voice.

Said shadowed person then sighed. "Let's just calm things down now shall we?" they asked again, their shadow of an arm moving slightly.

A flash of silver.

"Yes... let's just calm things right down..."

THE CASE. CHAPTER ONE.

The young detective pushed his finger against the button labelled 'W' the same icon appearing on the high tech laptop currently sat on his knee.

"Yes Watari? What is it?" he spoke into the mike attached to the top of the laptop.

"Forgive me, I know you're very busy, but I would like to know if you would take another case?" The man named Watari answered.

"Well..." The young detective had to consider if he had the time to concentrate on yet another case. Neglection to a case was bad. Very bad.

"There has been a murder and the police have no leads. You don't think...?" The voice floated from the laptop.

Murder. The young detective's fist curled. Even with the amount of murder cases he'd solved, it still didn't make it any easier to accept that it happens. And today was the day that he was released... could it have been...?

"Watari, let me get back to you. I need to see if I can get myself another pawn so to speak. I already have someone in mind. I hope she is awake. In the mean time, dig up all the information you can involving this case."

"Done." And although the young detective couldn't see it, the elder man smiled.

Pushing the button labelled 'W' again to disconnect the call, the young detective named L began to hack his pawns computer to leave her a message.

Just as he had done once before.


Boy does it feel good to be free!

The wind in my hair, blowing gently across my face...

Fresh air!

The only thing that would make this better would be...

Rain.

How refreshing that would be. Still, the night air is almost good enough. People strolling... I still had to get used to people. Big crowds of them daunted me, but I was sure I'd get used to it. Even now though, the onslaught of names and numbers threw me a little. I was surprised so many people were out and about during the night. The reason I'd come out here at this time is because I thought there wouldn't be an abundance of people. I'd have to make my brain adjust. It wasn't accustomed yet as there were way less people in prison. To keep my mind at ease a little, I turned into an alley. No floating numbers. No names.

I sighed and relaxed. And wouldn't you know it - it started to rain! Nothing could spoil this.

"Hey!"

Nothing but a ten ton man walking smack into me.

"Watch where you're going punk!" The man growled at me. He was big, bald, and pug faced. Also, he seemed to have a short fuse... Torue Adi. Well I'm not putting up with him.

"Excuse me?" It was my first day out of prison too. Oh well.

"I said watch it! No one messes with Big T." He grunted.

Big T! Please tell me he's joking. I snickered which seemed to displease him.

"What do you think you're laughing at!"

"Big T? Oh please."

"That's it!"

The thug went to punch me but before his fist connected with my face, his designated area, I blocked him by enveloping my hand over his fist, then proceeded to twist his arm up his back.

"Hey! What do you think you're doing!"

"Twisting your arm."

"Let go, now!"

I twisted it and pulled it further up his back. He screamed in agony.

"Say please." I spat. He winced. I gave his arm another tug. For good measure.

"P-please!"

"Please what?"

"Please let go of my arm!"

"Good boy." I said and released his arm, then continued to walk down the alley way to my shared flat, happy to have released some anger.

"Psycho-path..."

I stopped and looked back over my shoulder at the guy, currently rubbing his arm. The big, over confident thug... May as well have a little fun with him.

"Oh by the way Adi, I'd watch out for the fourth of next month if I were you." I told him, a little grin forming on my lips. I, of course, knew why he should watch his step. Although it wasn't like he could prevent it from happening anyway.

"Hey how do you know my... wait are you threatening me! What are you talking about!" I could tell that he was shook up and panicked, yet he tried to act tough, glaring at me through hate filled eyes.

Oh join the club would you? Like I hadn't seen them before.

"Oh nothing..." I resumed my steady pace away from the bald man and continued down the alley. "I just heard the Grim Reaper was in town..."

B.B you sure do amaze yourself. What a way to make him panic.

"What are you...Grim Reaper? What the hell! Get back here so I can pound your face in you... freak!"

I easily ignored the comment. Once again, it wasn't anything I hadn't heard before.

"Hey freak show! Get back here damn it!"

And with his panicked, scared, 'yet I'm trying to cover it up' voice ringing from behind me, I peacefully turned the corner onto my street, his echos now fading. I grinned to myself.

What a way to start my freedom.


"B-Beyond! Beyond!"

"What?" I mumbled groggily, my eyes fluttering open. I was on the couch of my shared apartment. Rubbing my eyes, I turned to face one of the friends I had made in prison. It was mostly his apartment as he had been released first, but he promised I could share an apartment with him when I got out too. For good behaviour. Would you have guessed? I was lucky - very lucky - I didn't get life.

It was only a small flat, mostly open area, with two smallish bed rooms and a toilet being the only things not open. It wasn't anything like the great big L.A Plaza Apartments down the road from us with their lobby and great big apartments. But it was good enough for me. I liked my room the way it was. Come to think of it, what was I doing on the couch? Well, I had been sleeping heavily a lot lately. My insomnia seemed to have disappeared.

"L-look Beyond! F-front page!" my prison friend, Ben Baterson, re-claimed my attention and threw my the newspaper he had been reading moments ago. I caught it no problem. Yes by the way, I know the irony. Ben Baterson. B.B. But no, I didn't have an impulse/reason to kill him and yes, I had put my murdering past behind me. I had changed a bit while in prison.

My attention turned to the front page where a blown up photo of a guy with long sandy hair and impossibly white teeth had been placed. I couldn't see his life span. The headline read; MURDER STRIKES IN L.A PLAZA APARTMENTS.

"Dude, what's this for? I've just gotten out of prison I didn't do it. Besides, he's not a B.B or a q.q..." I joked. Ben didn't laugh. He was right, it wasn't funny.

"J-just read it."

I glanced at the report.

Last night Greg Walker aged 29 was murdered in his own house. He had been stabbed fourtey four times in his chest and face. Poor Greg's body was discovered shortly after the attack as his cleaner had entered his house for her nightly job, and told the police the body had still been warm. Police are questioning members of the family and neighbours of the victim but so far nothing has turned up. Officer Micheal's said that the case seemed to be almost evidence proof, not even a single finger print had been left behind.

I stopped reading.

"Mate, what's this for?"

"Look at the c-corner picture."

I did as he said. The photo had been taken today, this morning in fact, outside of the building of apartments. Apparently that's as far as the pushy paps could get. People had already gathered around the lot to see.

News travels fast. Hold on... !

My eyes clapped onto a figure of a man that was barely visible within the vast crowd of people. Cleverly hidden. He was wearing a long black rain coat and a black hat pulled down low over his face so it was impossible to tell the identity of this man. To the unknown. But to those people in the know...those people like me... I wasn't sure but this man looked like...

"Wammy..." I breathed. Or at least, dressed as his alias 'Watari'.

"He s-sounds like that guy you d-described."

"He certainly does. But I'm not one hundred percent sure... more like eighty."

There was a high chance that this could be Watari. If in fact my eighty percent is right, then the only reason Watari would be there is because of L...

The one letter plunged me back into my obsessiveness. My craving to beat L. Ben knew why I had gone to prison. He knew about this obsession, that was how he knew what Watari looked like. He was the only person I told Ben what they ooked like though. I didn't want to go into details about her... and I felt that L was... personal to me. Ben understood. But now it seems that by telling Ben about Watari's appearance has worked in my favour as we had come up with and idea to help me over come L. A less extreme idea than mine, though this one would take longer.

You see, if L was on this case and so were B, then it would automatically become a race between the two. The winner would be the one who solved it first. Victorious. And if B were to continuously win, then slowly but surely he would become better than L. He would have beaten him. And live to see the end of it as well. People would forget the 'mighty' L, and the Back-up would have surpassed the original.

"Baterson, this is an interesting case."

He nodded enthusiastically.

"Which I shall accept."

"I knew it!" Ben clapped my back. I grinned slightly in anticipation. L won't even know I'm running against him yet... Oh how I love the element of surprise.

"Okay, let's find out what we can so far, then wait. L won't move untill the police won't be there I'm sure. And then, we can get to it." I stood up determinedly.

"I-I'm with you a-all the way B!"


Thanks for reading! Reviews will make the update xD Stay with me, it'll get better, this one was just the warm up chapter! Re introducting the LABB characters and some new ones. Again, thanks for reading you awsome people! :)