Chapter one
DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING
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Light blinked slowly. After two years in a mental hospital, he had paled considerably. Almost to the same shade as L.
L.
Light hadn't seen hide nor hair of the detective since he'd been admitted though the young boy - now nineteen years old - figured his doctor had something to do with it.
L had been played and Light had a feeling the detective had no idea. Taking a breath and holding it for a beat before letting it go, Light slowly trudged back towards his small bed and sat on the edge of it. Waiting.
It had become a sort of ritual. He got up, took a shower, tried to avoid the mirror if at all possible, then wait for Dr. Laurence.
Then the tests began.
For the first year, Dr. Laurence had fought over getting Light to vocally admit that he was Kira and then surrender himself to become a soldier for the doctor.
In an attempt to get Light to believe him, Dr. Laurence had insisted that he was being given orders by L himself and that was why he had to do all the things he did.
When that didn't work, Dr. Laurence began to believe that perhaps Light was L and that was why the boy didn't believe him whenever Laurence said L had given him the orders.
Light had never felt so much pain in his life. In the end, he had grown to despise L, because if it weren't for the detective, Light Yagami would still be free, skin scarless.
If it weren't for L, Light would be God.
Light shuddered. Every since Lawrence had begun interrogating Light to find out if he was L or not, Light had begun wondering what his life would be like if he had succeeded in his mission to become God.
It wasn't a pretty picture so he chose to block it out as soon as it started coming to light.
Light sat up straighter when he heard the multiple locks to his room (more like cell) click open.
A second later, Dr. Laurence walked in, dressed as always in all black save for his white lab coat that was stained with old blood.
Light's blood.
"As you know, L," Dr. Laurence began. He had started calling Light 'L' about four months previous and Light was too tired and weak to correct him. "Today is the last day of your confinement. Please remember that I could always lie and say you need more time, but where's the fun in that? You're the world's greatest detective and I doubt you'll break anytime soon."
"So you're letting me go?" Light asked, frowning. His voice was hoarse from not speaking very often and the fact that screaming was the only sound he ever made.
Dr. Laurence gave a short nod. "Yes. Ryuzaki - the man who brought you in here two years ago - is waiting in the lobby. Here are some clothes and a pair of scissors if you wish to cut your hair as it's grown past your shoulders."
Light took the clothes but left the scissors. His hands were shaking from slight malnutrition and he didn't dare bring a sharp object to his face. He quickly dressed in the bathroom before returning. Two years prior, he would have shown some form of excitement when it came to leaving, but after all he'd been through, Light didn't particularly care anymore.
Nodding, Dr. Laurence led Light out of the room, down the hall, and into the waiting room where the real L stood.
He still wore the same clothes, though his hair seemed longer and posture seemed slightly better.
Something about that sent warning bells off in Light's head, though he had long since started ignoring them. They never helped him anyway.
"He's cleared," Dr. Laurence said to L. "If there's any relapse, don't hesitate to bring him into me for an evaluation."
Light knew the doctor's real meaning behind the words, but L/Ryuzaki didn't and so the detective nodded and left without a word, Light trailing close behind.
It was only when they both slid into the front of the car - L in the driver's seat, Light in passenger - that Light knew something was wrong.
"You never drive," he pointed out, wincing at his voice. "Come to think of it, you haven't said a word to me."
"No, I haven't," L confirmed. His voice seemed different. A little smoother and less monotone. Light frowned, suddenly very very uneasy as 'L' began driving off.
"Who are you?" Light demanded, fighting against fear. If he got worked up, he would end up thinking irrationally and something bad would happen.
The fake L gave him a sad smile. "No, I'm not Lawliet," he confirmed softly. "But I can assure you that I hate him just as much as you do. And I can help you get the revenge you so desperately want."
The car was quiet for a long time, neither looking at the other. The only sound was Light's slightly loud breathing and fake L's soft laughter under his breath.
Finally, Light took a shuddering breath and spoke.
"How?"
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L was normally a calm person, though as Watari drove him towards the hospital to pick up Light, he was finding nerves in his heart.
Every time he had attempted to visit Light, the doctor had always turned him away saying that Light was unable to see visitors at the moment on account of being in a therapy session or something else like that.
It made L suspicious but he knew he couldn't do anything without risking his identity. He took a slow breath and forced himself to calm down as Watari pulled into the front parking lot which was empty save for a black car like his own pulling away at a rather high rate.
"Shouldn't take long," L told Watari as he got out of the car and trudged up the stairs in his typical slouch.
He walked up to the desk and was just about to sign in when he noted whose name was last.
Ryuzaki picking up Light Yagami.
L frowned, warning bells going off in his mind. Something was very very wrong.
"Oh, you're back," the lady at the desk said when she looked up from her computer. "Is everything alright? You seem a little pale."
L narrowed his eyes. Something was very wrong.
"You said I'm back," he said, fighting to remain calm, cool, and collected. "But I haven't been here for two years."
The lady frowned, clearly confused. "You were just here a moment ago, picking up one of the patients."
Impossible. L thought, placing his thumb between his lips and staring through the woman. I haven't been here for two years. Unless...no. that's impossible, he's in prison. Maximum security, there's no way he could have escaped. Still...if he did, why come here for Light? Why not come straight to me as always?
"I apologize," L said, turning and walking away. He offered no other explanation as he slid into the car.
"Watari, head back to Whammy's, we have a problem," he declared. "It seems he's escaped and taken Light."
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Hey guys! I didn't think I'd get the sequel up so quickly!
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