A/N: no clue where this is headed. expect the next chapter sometime in the next one hundred years

The first thing I heard when I woke up was a frantic, "Are you alright?!"

Damn, you're really loud dude... my head is aching... What was I doing last? And where am I, exactly? Feels like concrete...

It's so loud out here...

"–-about fourteen, fifteen, maybe? He's just a kid... MY PLACE?! Nononono, I can't, what with the investigation and all... Day off? B-but, I mean, without everyone there-!"

Dude sounds like he's having problems. I'll leave him to it.

I manage to open my eyes, despite having found my eyelids to feel really heavy. I glance around to see a man on his cellphone crouching down in front of me. I see a car a little bit behind him- I'm guessing it's his- and it seems that we're on the side of a freeway. I see a sign that seems to have what looks like Japanese characters. I must be in Japan. I'm confused as to why we are here, and who this man is, but before I can question it any further, I am engulfed in darkness.

The first thing I noticed when I woke up was the softness of whatever it was I was laying on.

Geez, where am I now?

Unlike before, I'm able to open my eyes with ease. I feel much better than I did prior to waking up in this room, so I sit up and examine the place. A TV playing the news sat in the center of the room, a plant in the corner, a table covered in various objects next to the couch, and the couch itself, that which I am sitting on.

Dull place. How the hell did I get here?

I glance down at myself. I have bruises all over my arms and legs, and a bandage wrapped around my torso. It seems I have a band aid on my cheek, too.

Huh. Wonder where all those injuries came from... Eheheh, you're looking kinda scrawny, aren't you? ...?

As if I were a member of a clichéd drama where someone gets amnesia, I realize that I cannot remember my name. Just then, almost as per the script, the door creaked open, presumably the character who'll ask me if I remember anything that's happened the past few weeks and if I recall the fact that I'm the one who actually killed everyone. Mwahahah.

I look up and gaze at the newcomer. He looks like an average, young guy: he's wearing basic business clothes, he seems to be about standard height, and he has brown eyes and black hair that almost reached his shoulders.

"Ah, you're up! You've been out for about three hours. A-ah, are you feeling alright?"

I simply stare at the man.

"...u-uh, ah, uh, I'm sorry! Let me introduce myself first. My name's Matsuda Touta. Mind telling me yours?"

Again, I stare at him for a few seconds before shaking my head.

"Eh? Why not?" he says, tilting his head slightly.

I shrug.

"Huh? Does your throat hurt? Want me to get you a drink? Or are you not allowed to talk to strangers? Ahahah, my mom was always strict about that stuff... Oh, but hey! Don't get the wrong idea here! You walked into the middle of the street and just passed out, you see, and I almost ran you-"

"-I can't remember," I said, cutting the guy off before he went much further. My voice is really hoarse.

"Eh? Like, amnesia? That's no good! Can you remember anything at all? And how about that drink?"

I shake my head. "Nothing personal. I'd like that drink, please."

He thinks about what I said for a few moments before replying with a, "Hm... Well, let me go get a cup of water real fast," before he left the room to do just that.

I glance around the room again, as if expecting to see that something has changed. Nothing did. I look at the TV, to see it was still playing the news.

...Guess I can read Japanese... I was speaking it too, wasn't I? It came out so naturally. Yet, my thoughts are in English. I assume I'm bilingual, with English being my first language. Wonder if I can speak in any other language, like French or something... 'bonjour' and 'oui oui' and whatnot...

Anyway, who's this Kira person they're going on about?

Throughly intrigued, I continue to watch as the TV displays the number of criminals who've all died the past two weeks due to heart attacks.

...Shit.

...That's a lot.

As I look on, confused as to how one guy could kill this many people, with heart attacks, no less, the guy, Matsuda, comes back in with a glass of water and sets it on the table. He follows my confused gaze and says, "You haven't heard about Kira?"

I shake my head. I reach over for the cup, take a sip, and hum at how pleasant the cool water felt going down my throat. "So? How's he doin' it?"

"The killings? We don't know. That's what we're trying to find out."

Looking at the TV, I mutter, "Must be something different, huh?"

Matsuda looks at me with a questioning look.

"He must have an unorthodox method of mass murder," I go on, "like, drugs or poison or something."

He shakes his head. "No, the autopsies of all the victims have shown that there were no traces in any of their bodies."

...What.

I look up with wide eyes. "No poison?"

He shook his head. "Not like poison would do much. Kira can kill a person the moment they appear on TV, as long as both their name and face are shown. We think that he can control how he kills to some extent, and the time of death."

...What?

"How is that... ngg..." I clamped my hands over my ringing ears.

"Ah! Are you alright?!" Matsuda asks, concerned.

The pain subsides as quickly as it came. I stay in the same position for a moment as I think about the word that came to my mind alongside the ringing: 'Supernatural.' I lower my hands.

A supernatural way of killing? I must be crazy. I'm sure there's a more logical way as to how this freak kills.

I shake myself out of my thoughts, choosing not to voice this ridiculous idea, and I reply with a short, "I'm fine."

Matsuda looks as though he doesn't really believe me, but answers with an, "Okay. But tell me if you start to feel bad."

I nod and give him a slight smile.

"Soooooo," Matsuda says, trying to strike up conversation again, "you, uh, seem to be real interested in the Kira case. I mean, that's not bad or anything! Everyone's got their eyes on Kira! Just that," he laughs, "it's kinda funny that an amnesiac would just wake up and also become as focused on the case as everyone else!"

I hadn't noticed, but it seems I really have been fixated on what the news had been saying.

"Hm, I am," I say, mostly to myself. "It's unusual."

And, I mean, come on! It really is! I suppose I must like- liked puzzles, but really! How exactly IS this guy killing all these people with HEART ATTACKS? Why does he need a name and a face to kill? And why is he only killing criminals? I suppose Kira must have a strong sense of justice. Almost too strong. Kinda like a kid, almost. Y'know, most kids are raised thinking that 'bad people deserve bad punishments.' This usually turns into 'bad people should die' at some point, doesn't it... Most people lose that train of thought once they get in the real world, but...

Thinking this idea wasn't as stupid, I decide to say something. "Hey, wouldn't that be funny if some high schooler was doing all these killings?" I joke.

Matsuda stared at me and laughed. "That's weird! L thought the same thing! He sent FBI agents out to tail a bunch of high school students, too! You wouldn't know this, but he thought Kira was the kid of one of the Japanese police because it seemed like he had access to criminal files. Even after we proved all of the students innocent, he still believes Kira is Light! As if he would go around killing people!"

Half of that flew over my head.

"L? As in, the detective?"

Matsuda's expression held a mixture of shock and amusement. "You remember L, but you didn't know Kira?"

...Strange, they never mentioned L on the news. How did I know he's a detective?

"I guess I can remember certain things," I lie. "Who's Light?"

"Oh, Light's our chief's son. He just graduated high school, and he'll be going to college real soon. He's a really good kid, and he's helped the police with a bunch of cases in the past! No clue why L would think Light would be Kira..."

"He helped the police a bunch, huh? He must be real smart."

He nods. "Oh, yeah. Top in his class [NEED MORE RESEARCH HERE] 👈👈👈👈👈👀 🔷🔶🔷

Intelligent. Student. Probably has access to criminal files. I can see where L is getting at. Course, I don't know the guy, but I'd say someone like this could be the killer in this case, if they had the motive, means, and the capability.

"So you must work for L, right?" I ask.

He blanched.

"Uh, w-well, shoot, uh, ah, I can't, I'm not allowed to-" He's cut off by a buzz.

"Ah, uh, sorry, I gotta get this," Matsuda says, standing up and taking a cell phone out of his pocket. He answers with a, "Hello?" before walking out into another room.

I sigh as the news cuts off and moves onto a reality show.

Alone again.

I stare up at the ceiling. Time to get things straight.

I walk into the middle of a road and pass out. Matsuda, nearly running me over, gets out and takes me to his place. He wraps up all my injuries, which must have been there before I even walked out on to that street. We talk a bunch and I learn about this whole Kira business. Hmm, didn't accomplish a lot.

Let's see, now about me.

I have amnesia. I'm male. I'm... somewhere in my teens, as far as I can remember. I'm really skinny. I cannot recall my name, birthday, or where I live. I'm enthralled by the Kira case, so I can only assume that I must have had a huge love of solving puzzles and reading crime novels or something. I'm bilingual, and I seem quite fluent in Japanese with English being my first language. One would naturally think I'm from America. If that's the case, how did I end up in Japan? Seriously, how did I end up with amnesia in the first place? Where did all these wounds come from?

I am literally the fucking epitome of all things clichéd.

Cuff me now, because I bet two thousand American dollars that after failing an attempt to blow up the world, I jumped down into a waterfall, smashed my head on a rock, and lost all memories of the fact that I am the number one most wanted criminal in twelve small African countries.

At least, that's how the books go.

...Something tells me that I had no life and got all my dating advice from sappy romance movies.

Matsuda slides back into the room. I cock my head and raise an eyebrow.

"Sorry about that. Call from work. Chief says you should stay with me until we can locate any sort of missing persons notices with a picture of you. Until then," he pauses, "um, enjoy your stay?" he says unsurely with a tinge of pink on his face.

I smirk. "Take care of me, Matsuda-san."

He becomes as red as a tomato and flails his arms around. "H-hey! Don't say it like that, i-it sounds weird!" I laugh maniacally.

Might as well make the most of my stay here while I wait for someone to come look for me.

If anyone will, that is.

"Um, are you allowed to talk to me about the case?" I ask. "The stuff you were talking about wasn't mentioned on the news. Plus, I don't feel... authorized, to, eh, ah, I mean, L is, like, a real famous detective, you know? He's got a lot of power. And you work for him? That's impressive, and, uh... Plus, early when I asked if you worked for him, you started to say something about not being 'allowed to' do something..." I look at my lap. "I don't wanna get you in trouble or anything..."

He smiles. "Aw, geez, at least someone cares about me. I think it's fine. I mean, you got amnesia, and plus, it's nice to talk without someone cutting in all the time." He got quiet at that last part.

I nod. "Oh, good."

He continues. "Plus, you seem to be really into this! Maybe you can even help with the Kira case!" he laughs loudly.

"Eheh, ya think?" I scratch the back of my neck. That'd be kinda cool, actually. Helping to solve an extremely complex genocide case.

...I'm 100% positive that I had planned to become a detective when I graduated college.

"Anyway," Matsuda says, "looks like you'll be here for a while. How about we come up with a nickname for you until you remember your real name?"

A nickname...

Hm...