Author's Note: This story will not exactly follow everything in the story, so if you find fault with my story, I apologize in advance. Then again, why should I apologize if I'm the one writing this? This IS a fanfiction so I can write whatever the hell I want. If you have a problem, feel free to leave comments, review, etc… Enjoy my story if you made it past my author's note.
Why is that I feel like I want to drown myself in knowledge? I want to run from the emptiness in my heart. There is nothing that is filling that emptiness, and I expect too much from life. I want to find someone that could understand me, entertain me, keep me happy, and make me feel like I'm not empty. I want that person to make me feel like I'm not always alone. I know that there are people that love and care for me, but I want someone to be exclusively mine and only mine. I always do that with my friends, and it doesn't work out as I hoped. It never works the way I hope it to.
I drown myself in books always trying to escape reality. Pretending to understand the people inside these two dimensional walls. Pretending that I am them, and I have a mission in life. But when I come back, I'm just regular old me. I'm just someone that goes with the flow, not seen or heard. Even though I have friends, I feel like they don't understand me enough to actually cheer me up. I wear a mask every time I see them. The mask is something that always works. It lets them see what they want to see, but wearing the mask is strenuous. I have to convey what they want to hear, and tell my own opinions that they don't matter. I have to make it look like I'm somebody that actually cares about what happens to them.
Can I be saved? This darkness that I embrace every single day is growing. Will you be the light that blows the dark away? Would you become the one that fills this emptiness in my heart? Would you be the one that brings me back to normal? When can I see the light? Will that day even come? But for now I am me, and I can only do what I have been doing like always. Putting on a mask, smashing my own feelings into nothingness, and make myself seem happy for others. I sigh, waiting for that day to come. When will it happen? I hope it happens very soon. I'm not sure I can last till that day though. I just need some hope.
Raito typed this into his computer as he sighed. It was really a lonely life he led. It was his personal diary he kept stored in his computer. It had a pass code that was very hard to hack into, but somehow one person had happened to hack into it. He had his diary edited, but somehow that same person happened to read the ones before his quick editing. Now he didn't know what to do. This person that hacked into the computer was confusing him so much. What did this person want from him? And exactly what did it have to do in relation to his diary? He shut his diary, and he set up more locks knowing that same person would probably hack into it once more. At least the extra locks offered some peace of mind if not any. Raito shut down his computer, and he undressed to change into his sleeping apparel. He got into his bed with a gloom about him. He was upset to begin with, but the hacker made it amplified.
He woke up the next morning early and ready to go to the headquarters. Of course he didn't expect what today's events could have been.
He walked into the headquarters with no clue to what the confusion was about. There was a flurry of activity going, and there was a bit of arguing going on. His father was yelling at Ryuzaki for some reason, and he heard his name mentioned. He made his way over to them, and he tried to listen in to their conversation. "I will not have you lock my son up for investigation purposes!" L sighed exasperatedly and glanced at me.
"May I ask you opinion Raito?" He looked at me expectantly as if I would give in to his will. I didn't see what was wrong with it.
"I see no damage that could be done. After all, I'm not Kira." I smiled brilliantly at Ryuzaki, and his eyes showed some calculations going on.
"Raito, you don't have to listen to him. You don't have to do this! Listen to me son. I don't think it would be good for you at all. There's so much that can go wrong with your imprisonment. You're growing adult and locking you up for an extended period of time wouldn't be good for you health." My father shook me a little desperate. I considered saying no, but what fun would that be? This was a challenge that was waiting for me to unfold. Another game to play where I might not win, but it would be worth playing. Would I break or will he give up first?
"Father I see no harm. If I make it through, then it will prove my innocence. Don't worry about me. Don't you want me to be free from these false accusations so strongly forced upon me?" I could see my father's resolve crumbling under the weight of my words.
He rubbed the bridge of his nose as if he was gaining a headache. "I see then. I say it is safe to proceed with your word Raito." Ryuzaki smirked slightly at the end of our exchange.
"Follow me Raito." I did as he said and trailed behind him. Cameras were everywhere as we walked down the stair to what I presumed to be my soon to be imprisonment chamber. I was led to a white washed room where only a bed and a toilet were present. "Give me your hands," Ryuzaki instructed. I stuck my hands out in front of me as he pulled out some handcuffs, and they were clicked onto my wrists. I looked at him questioning, but there was no explanation. I was shoved into the chamber roughly, and I ended up stumbling in as the metal door grated shut. It was a solid steel door that had a small opening. Through that opening Ryuzaki's words floated in. "You will stay here until further notice. You will not need to worry about food and water for they will be provided periodically." The opening was shut off as Ryuzaki disappeared. I walked over to the bed and flopped down onto it. I wonder if I can last in here. There's nothing to do but sit or lie down on the bed. I chose to do the latter for fear of back aches later in the day. The bed surprisingly was softer than it had appeared in the stolid room. My thoughts wandered to yesterday's diary. What would the hacker gain from reading my diary? All he can get is a slot of time that I had experienced, and that is it. The hacker doesn't get any personal information, just my feelings. What good would that do for him? Nothing else would be revealed.
I soon grew bored of my thought process and decided to drift to sleep. At least I won't be bored in my dreams. I shut my eyes, and the world went black.