A/N: So I got this idea a couple of weeks ago, so I'm finally writing it! I'm not abandoning my Avengers fic, but I'll be developing this one a bit more right now.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Death Note. Only plot is mine. :)
WARNING: This is rated M for later chapters, swearing, mentions of rape, and graphic violence.
Ping!
Deputy Director Soichiro Yagami sighed as he received yet another email. He stopped typing and opened his inbox. He had to get to some of these emails by the end of the day, anyways. Soichiro leaned forward in interest at one of the emails. He clicked the short note and began to read.
FROM: blocked
RE: stay away
Hello, Mr. Yagami. You would do well to follow my advice and stay away from 3789 Machiro Road if you value your sanity.
Sincerely,
K
Soichiro quickly typed in the address to Google Maps. There were three location in Japan with that address-a sushi restaurant, an office building, and a warehouse. Of the three, the warehouse seemed the most viable option-the most likely to lead to results. Soichiro leapt up from the seat and grabbed his jacket, dialing Matsuda's number as he began walking to his car.
"Perfect," growled a man in a mask as he finished typing the email. He clicked send and turned to his victim. The man held out a piece of paper and a pen to his hostage- a teenage boy with auburn hair and hard burgundy eyes, mouth duct taped and ankles tied to a chair, wrists linked in handcuffs. The man threw the paper and pen to the boy.
"Now, you will write, Light Yagami," the main said in a deep voice rich with gravel,"a suicide note." The boy's eyes widened as the man pulled out a long knife. He dragged it down Light's forearm, drawing droplets of scarlet. Light shakily picked up the pen as the man began cutting his bare chest. Light winced, but kept a stony expression on his face as he wrote. A few minutes later, Light gestured to the man that he was done writing. The man ceased his clawing of Light's chest and scanned the paper. He smiled grotesquely. The man dipped a finger into a cut on Light's arm and smeared blood onto the paper. He turned to Light and ripped off the duct tape.
"I want to hear that pretty mouth of yours scream," he whispered harshly into Light's ear as he began unbuckling his pants. Light tried to fight against him, but the man didn't care. He took what he wanted from Light and then wiped his hands clean of the cum as Light whimpered weakly, blood flowing freely from his ass. The knife was nothing to him- he would've been cut a thousand times rather than be forced to endure that again. The man leered down at Light as he retrieved a black notebook from his pocket.
"Shame that I'll have to kill such a pretty pet, but you've seen too much," The man said, writing something in the notebook and then snapping it shut. He walked away as Light was still sitting in the hard wooden chair. Light stared in confusion as he was left with the suicide note. Then suddenly his chest tightened up and he stopped breathing. Light choked for air as he heard the loud chuckles of the retreating figure. The man swung the metal door shut as Light's vision began to blur. Then everything went white, and Light Yagami was moving no more.
Soichiro Yagami eased open the heavy metal door, gun in hand, and then signaled for the others to follow him. Matsuda, Aizawa, and Mogi crept along in silence behind him, each with a gun, each just as careful as the one before him. Behind the door was a massive warehouse, completely empty except for abandoned construction vehicles. Aizawa, Soichiro, and Mogi stayed along the sides of the building while Matsuda snuck along the interior. Matsuda walked for a few minutes, seeing nothing, until he came to a clearing with no machines and let out a gasp. In the center of the clearing, sprawled out on his back, arms and legs spread like a star, was Light Yagami. And on his chest was a bloody note in sloppy handwriting, but it was unmistakenly Light Yagami's handwriting.
I'm writing in blood
And the lights are going dim
My heartbeat starts to slow
And my ears are filled with him
A distorted voice through speakers
And a chilling voice that kills
Chains of steel surround me
My heart is growing ill
My vision tinges red
My pulse is growing weak
My fingers start to shake
Cold metal to my cheek
A smile that does not reach his eyes
Lines a mask of hate and spite
And to this world I bid adieu
Sincerely, Yagami Light.
Matsuda began to shake as he checked for a pulse, yelling for the others to call 911. Soichiro dashed over, face a mask of pure terror as he saw his son laying on the floor. He let out a blood-curtling shriek and fell to his knees as Matsuda released Light, eyes fearful, and proceeded to tell him that there was no pulse. Soichiro pressed his cheek to his son's chest, hoping to hear a heartbeat, but finding none. Minutes passed and the paramedics and the rest of the police force came and went, but Soichiro did not leave his son's side. Not even when the paramedics had to strip Light down to look if he had been raped, which was confirmed by a close-to-tears woman. Matsuda had taken the liberty to call Sayu and Sachiko about the news. About an hour after Matsuda had first discovered Light, the head paramedic stood up with a grave air. At 11:49 PM, Light Yagami, 17, was pronounced dead by heart attack. And at 11:50 PM, Soichiro Yagami swore that he would take whatever measures necessary to kill Kira. At 11:51 a pale man with dark gray eyes and wild ebony hair boarded a plane on the way to Japan. And 12 hours later, Soichiro had been acquainted with the pale man. The greatest detective in the world-L.