Disclaimer- I am not Japanese. I have no ownership over Deathnote or Yu-Gi-Oh. This is just for kicks. And giggles.

Warnings: Its Yu-Gi-Oh and deathnote people. That means sadness and death. And maybe yaoi. Who knows. I'll leave more specific warnings before the relevant chapters.

Crap you should know: This fic is purely for my enjoyment. That means I might scrap it at any time. It is mostly a "Must Kill Plot Bunny" so I can work on some of my other stuff. I'm feeling a bit writer's blocked right now.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy. Review if you want. I'll try to respond if you do.

Soichiro Yagami pushed up his glasses, rubbing the bridge of his nose. It didn't help relieve any of his tension, nor did ease the now semi-permanent headache he had been suffering from since the rise of Kira. Still he tried to hold onto hope. Maybe the killings would stop. Maybe L would get back to them. Maybe he would ride a unicorn to work tomorrow.

"Are you all right, Mr. Yagami?" The polite question drew him back to the situation at hand. There were a million things that he could neither control nor affect.

This was not one of them.

"I'm fine, Mr. Mutou." He gave the young man across the table a tired smile. The expression reached his eyes when he saw the young man fidget, obviously not believing his pronouncement but respecting his privacy nonetheless.

Under different circumstances Soichiro would have laughed. He probably would have rubbed the boy's wild hair and told him what a remarkable young man his grandfather had raised. He would have smiled and offered the boy tea and easy conversation.

But those were things you couldn't do to a blood splattered suspect in a murder investigation.

"Um…"the boy shifted again, his short legs not touching the ground in the high, steel back chair.

"Yes, Mr. Mutou?"

"Could I have some new clothes? This is…" His deep purple eyes clouded over with unshed tears.

Soichiro felt his heart stir in sympathy. "I'll see what I can do, but," he gave Yugi a considering look, "We'll need to keep the ones you are wearing. Do you understand?" Yugi blushed brightly but nodded.

"Now, Mr. Mutou, I need you to tell me what happened." The detective felt a wave of guilt as a damaged look slid into the boy's eye, but he ruthlessly suppressed it. As much as he was coming to like Yugi life had taught him that even the vilest of spirits could wear the most innocent of faces. He truly wished that this wasn't one of those instances.

Yugi inhaled a shuddering breath.

//Do you need me to do this, aibou?//

/No, Yami, I can handle it. And if you tell the story there is no way they will believe we're innocent./

//How can you say that?//

/Because you aren't.//

//Ah.//

/Yes, 'Ah.'/

"Mr. Mutou?"

"Sorry," Yugi exhaled with a shudder, "I just need to compose myself." He took in a few more breaths before he felt comfortable speaking. Finally he nodded.

"My friend Ryou and I were walking. We had been to Tokyo University. Ryou really wants to go there and I promised him that I would check it out with him." Yugi chewed on his lip. "We've never been to Tokyo before, and it's a lot bigger than Domino. We decided to see some of the sights. We ended up eating at a restaurant. It was nice. Seafood. Not as good as hamburgers but-" Yugi cut himself off, knowing full well he was stalling.

When he started again it was in a quiet voice. "We were jumped." That one phrase was enough to bring it all back.

YGD

"The campus was huge!" Yugi exclaimed in self-defense.

Ryou giggle. "I still can't believe you got lost going to the washroom."

Yugi grumbled good-naturedly. "Well, as long as you don't tell Jonouchi about it."

Ryou tapped a lip, pretending to consider the idea. "Well…"

Yugi sniffed. "Tell him and I'll never wash your dishes again."

"Oh no!" exclaimed Ryou in mock horror. He clutched dramatically at his chest. "What ever will I do? My life is flashing before my very eyes!"

The sound of the two boys giggling was cut off by a shout.

Yugi blinked to clear the stars out of his vision when he couldn't use his hands to help rub them out. Though even before his vision cleared he knew they were in trouble.

Again.

"Ah, fuck." A bitter voice filled the alley they had been wrenched into. "Dammit guys, she's a he!" Ryou whimpered as a hand groped him for gender verification.

"Leave him alone," shouted Yugi, struggling hard against the hands that held him. Another blow to the head had him tasting blood.

"Shut up you stupid brat!" The gangster wiped his hands, as though disgusted by having to touch Yugi. His five companions laughed unpleasantly. "There is nothing you can do here!"

Yugi spat on the man, his shy nature in the face of danger having been melted away by too many trials by fire.

The gangster took one long swipe at the fluid. The in the same deliberate manner he reached into his pocket, pulling out a small pistol. Pressing it almost gently against Yugi's temple he moved slowly, stepping in close to speak in Yugi's ear, whispering just loudly enough for everyone to hear. "Just for that I might fuck your little friend. You can watch just to see how it goes. Then my friends here can have a little taste of you."

Ryou laughed a little hysterically. The man shouldn't have done that. He so shouldn't have done that. //I agree.// The pain of being held so roughly disappeared. //Go to sleep, Landlord. We will handle this.//

The man holding Ryou didn't notice a change as the person in his grip became someone else. Both the men holding onto the teenagers were blissfully unaware that their lives were forfeit.

Yami laughed.

It was a dark, hollow sound, yet still it seemed to fill the night, echoing up to the heavens and down to hell.

The gangster snarled. "What's so funny?"

Yami grinned. "This."

YGD

Yugi could feel a pair of invisible arms around him as he shuddered. He still hated violence. Understanding the need for it was not the same as accepting as it as something that was okay.

Still he choked out a plausible explanation, knowing that Bakura and Ryou would tell the same story.

"The man… the one who threatened to…," Yugi shook his head, hoping the detective understood. "He just started shooting. He started shooting at everyone." Things like that did tend to happen when Yami played penalty games, though this had not been one of Yami's brighter ideas. Ryou had been grazed in the same place Bakura had stabbed him. It would make for a more interesting scar but Bakura was going to have Words when they finally made it somewhere safe.

But that could happen later. "Then he ran. He shot everyone and he ran. There was a car and it…."

Soichiro nodded in understanding. He had heard about the scene. The first people to arrive had thought that both Mr. Mutou and his friend were not going to make it. Fortunately most of the blood on the pair had belonged to other people. Still, since Yugi had been the only person alive and uninjured he had automatically been blamed by some new hotshot detective that was taking out his frustrations on Kira on a victim.

The rest of those involved were dead. Five succumbed to gunshot wounds and one was smeared across the pavement.

Soichiro sighed, but it was more one of relief. It appeared as though the young man before him truly was innocent of any wrongdoing. Maybe things really would look up.

"Okay Mr. Mutou. Thank you for your time. You will be allowed to leave as soon as we have your clothes. After that we would only ask that you stay in Tokyo for a while in case we have any other questions." Yugi nodded, his features relaxing slightly.

They tensed again as he thought about how he would tell this to his grandfather.