me no own, you no buy, they no sue

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L tapped away on his computer in the black depths of night while hidden in the large attic suite bedroom Of Wammy's, where he had first began as a detective at the age of seven. It was his sanctuary though sometimes it felt more like a prison as he looked around at the tapering walls of the roof.

He knew his poor posture was attributed to the sloping walls as he sat on the bed for hours solving case after case. His head leant forward due to the incline of the wall.

He had a perfectly fine desk and every time Wammy saw The now grown man sitting like that, He reprimanded him. He stubbornly refused to listen to reason when it came to his own health. Eventually Wammy gave up and chalked this kind of behavior up to L's need for complete control of his surroundings.

So when L heard a knock on his bedroom door, L quickly straightened his legs and scooted forward enough to sit at least a little straighter.

"Come in." Watari came in holding a cell phone. But not just any cell phone. It was his Japan Line. His eyes widened.

"It's Chief Yagami." Watari said a little perturbed looking. L nodded and held out his hand.

"Hello again Soichiro san. What can I do for you." L asked in Japanese while closing the folder of the case he was currently working on.

"Hello L, I'm calling in regards to my son."

"Ah yes, Young Yagami Light. I have heard he has graduated and has taken a job with the international police. You must be very proud." L tapped a few keys on the computer keyboard as he listened intently.

"I… L I need your help." L winced as the chief's tone took on a pleading aspect. Something was wrong and with Raito kun. "Light was undercover in Beijing investigating a drug ring for Interpol. He has gone missing." L froze.

"Missing? Surely Interpol has some idea of what has happened." L's heart started pounding.

"That's just it. They have no idea and they only have 2 people investigating his where-a bouts. I was on the case but they took me off because of conflict of interest. But the gentlemen investigating have been keeping me updated. There is absolutely no clue where he may be.

"Only two agents?"

"There were more but Interpol believes that Light is dead…" Soichiro took a shuddering breath "and so, they have scaled down the investigation to a two man unit. I know my son is not dead. He had been keeping me updated as to his findings before he went missing. He believed he had stumbled onto something far bigger than anyone at Interpol had anticipated. I haven't heard from him since."

L was furiously typing on his computer to bring up the case involving Yagami Light. He pulled up the files as he listened further.

"How long has he been missing?"

"a month and four days." L took a sharp intake of breath and straightened his back. Eyes lifting from the screen in shock. A month? Light was more than likely dead then. L clenched his fist. He saw then that Wammy was seated at L's unoccupied desk listening in on the conversation.

"You have my assurance Yagami san that Light's case is now my top priority."

"Oh thank you L!"

"He is my best friend Yagami san. I will find him." L paused as he heard the older gentleman on the other line choke up. It was obvious he was under a lot of stress for an extended period of time.

"I'm in Beijing so I can do the leg work for you. I have taken a leave of absence."

"No need, I will be flying there shortly." L said as he scrawled on a notepad that had lain at his side and held up the pad of paper for Watari to see. 'Beijing' Watari nodded grimly and left to make the arrangements. "I look forward to working with you again chief. I wish it was under other circumstances."

"Thank you so much L."

L's mind was running faster than it had in a long while. Normally he wouldn't have taken this case but Light Yagami was an exception. The two had become fast friends and rivals whilst L had worked on a particularly difficult case in Japan with the Japanese police and one of the investigators offspring.

Light had been seventeen at the time, but for a while L had suspected Light to be the culprit or somehow related to the murderer known as Kira. Despite this they became close. Light was the first person to see past L's title and see him not only as a human being but an equal. It was refreshing actually to not have someone kowtow before him.

Now he was missing in Beijing and the odds for him still being alive were slim. L would still find him, he wasn't 100% sure about friend etiquette but he was pretty sure that one of the bases of friendship was that if one of them needed help, then the other should help them.

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Light was brutally backhanded as he sat on the uncomfortable metal chair. He would have toppled over if he wasn't handcuffed to the back legs and the legs bolted to the floor. He dazedly spit out the blood onto the gritty cement before he slowly raised his head to stare at his captors. Two men in their late thirties. Medium tall build, dark brown hair, Asian in descent.

They were more than likely underlings as neither of them had said a single word when they entered the room. They were just doing their job. Light decided that he must be held by someone high up the Lóng drug ring due to the fact that both men wore suits and sported fairly expensive watches and shoes.

Protocol dictated an initiating of conversation in these types of situations but he knew already that these men were the tenderizers for the big guns that would undoubtedly be coming in shortly. They would never say anything but one word answers.

He had taken more intense interrogations than this anyway.

"That's enough. Wait outside." Light of course was right, as a large man entered. He held tout over these thugs. Will he try to play the good guy or bad guy, Light wondered." The man retrieved a white handkerchief out of his pocket and dabbed at the blood oozing at the corner of Lights mouth.

"You have no idea what you have gotten yourself into, have you?"

"hmm… does large company supporting terrorists by purchasing large shipments of opium from Afghanistan, to turn into heroin, ring any bells… ?" the broad shouldered man's eyes danced with mirth.

"yes it does. But that's just a little of what is going on here…" The man straitened and looked down at Light as he rummaged around in his inside jacket pocket. 'Here comes the wild card' thought Light "You'll see the rest soon I suppose. Especially with that face. I don't want to give it away and ruin your chances of using your excellent observational and reasoning skills, detective." the man walked over to the sill of the barred and papered over window where he pulled a wallet sized black lacquered wooden box out of his jacket.

The long haired man opened the box and pulled out a small candle and set it on the sill before lighting it with a match. 'Oh no' Light's thoughts raced as he watched the man pull out a metal spoon and dropped a few chunks of white powder into the spoon. As he continued to prepare the heroin Light pulled harshly against his bindings. He wrenched forward and the chair made some loud protests but the man was finished quickly and Light's wrists were now bloody and raw..

He approached Light with the needle uncapped and filled with toxic junk. Light struggled more but the man was just too powerful. He was built like an ox with the strength of one too. He wrenched Light's arm forward as far as it would go with the cuffs holding it to the chair. Light hissed as the man tore off his thin cotton sleeve of his shirt and let the material pool at Lights wrist to help soak up some of the blood that began running down Lights clenched fist

He tied a previously hidden rubber tube around Lights upper arm.

"Now you will be doing this on your own pretty soon so make sure to clench and unclench your fist a few times to make the vein rise." The man said in an instructing tone that made Light's skin crawl. the man began tapping the inside of lights elbow and they both watched as the blue vein became visible.

Light cringed and looked away as the man inserted the needle and slowly injected its contents into the young detectives blood stream. Within seconds Lights head rolled back and his eyes, copied. His fists became unclenched and he began to sag on the chair.

"Enjoy it Yagami Light san. The first time is the best." the man said as he walked to the sill to pack up his supplies. Light had lifted his head by the time he was finished and as the man stepped towards him again Light could only stare at him with half lidded eyes.

"If Interpol has more like you, they are welcome here anytime." The man placed his hand on Light's head and ruffled his hair before walking out. Light had no idea what the man had meant by that, all he cared about right now was the fact that he had no pain and even though he was sitting in an uncomfortable chair it felt like he was reclined on the softest white cloud. There was a wet dripping noise that made Light's head turn.

dripdrip drip drip drip.

'what is that?" light was scared at the sound off his own voice. He leaned over to see that the sound was his blood dripping down off of his fingers to join a small pool of blood on the cold concrete. He drifted into unconsciousness before he could even sit up in his seat.

Concrit would be lovely xD