Prologue
Disclaimer: I do not own "Death Note". The first 17 lines of this story are simply the first minute of "Death Note – Episode 37 – New World", which I have written in this FanFiction with my own words, although the remarks and dialogs are taken out of the episode. After these 17 lines, it is all my imagination. I do not reserve any rights for myself regarding the first 17 lines.
Author's Note: Sorry for the whole lawyer-speech, I just can't afford do get sued :-). This is my first fanfic ever, so please bare with me, I have done it as well as I could. Please review, I'm very excited to hear what you all think.
"How many seconds has it been since you wrote down the first name?" Light asked the man in the doorway of the warehouse. The light from the world outside was a strange contrast to the man's black appearance. The stranger turned his eyes down to his wristwatch, expectantly and eagerly looking in a childish way. His coat was flapping rapidly around his athletic body. His shoulder long hair flatter then it used to be in the strong wind. He usually wore glasses.
"Thirty-five," the intruder answered slowly, focusing his entire attention on the watch. The Japanese Task Force and the SPK members all looked at him, some terrified, others insecure in what to do, only Near and Light did not seem to be affected by the count.
"Thirty-six." The intruders voice grew steadily, more and more eager with every second he counted, until he was yelling all over the Yellow Box.
"Thirty-eight. Thirty-nine!"
Near looked at Light expressionlessly. Light turned his eyes to meet Nears with a smile of twisted joy growing slowly across his face.
"Well, Near, looks like I win," he said lowly.
"FORTY!"
The sun broke through the clouds. It fell into the warehouse and colored the suits of the people inside.
Then it happened. Rester clutched his chest and made a last, desperate rattle of death. Then his eyeballs rolled and turned white before he collapsed on the floor. Dead.
They only had time to turn their heads to look at him, before Matsuda gasped and fell as well. Then Lidner, Aizawa, Ide and Gevanni. Now it was only Near, Light and the black stranger in the Yellow Box.
Near stared at Light. Then he got it. His black eyes slowly widened in fear as he realized that he had lost.
"You have done very well, Mikami," Light said, not taking his eyes off the white haired boy. The smile grew wider.
"God," Mikami whispered, falling to his knees, his face obscured in gratitude and tears of happiness trickling down his cheeks. "Thank you, God."
Nears mouth fell open.
Light couldn't hold it in any longer. This was priceless. The first giggle escaped his lips. It was low, suppressed, following in the tail of his breaths. He couldn't stop, this was too amusing. The giggles grew and grew with every second. He was like a bottle of water someone was holding horizontally, jerking it irregularly, with every jerk water would sprout from it. Never in his life had he felt so happy. He had won. He had won again. Then the bottle was turned upside-down, all the water pouring out of it. He leaned backwards, staring up the ceiling, laughing uncontrollably towards the sky.
Then he finally stopped, slowly the insane noises faded away and was replaced by deep breaths.
Light once again turned his head to look at Near, smiling broadly. "Are you scared… Near?"
The boy didn't answer. But it didn't matter to Light. His expression was enough.
"You're just a stupid little kid," Light said, straightening his back. "Stupid and naive."
Slowly he walked across the room, bowed down, and picked up the Death Note which Aizawa had carried.
"Come, Mikami." The little light there was in the warehouse flickered wickedly in Lights eyes.
"Yes, God." The black haired man began crawling on his knees to Light.
"Give me your Death Note."
Mikami lifted his hands up to God, who took the notebook, his very own Death Note.
Light smiled. "I will provide you with the pages you need." Mikami was nothing but a slave. A slave willing to sacrifice everything for his master, perhaps, but nothing more than a slave. And Light did not trust mere slaves.
"God," Mikami breathed, looking worshipfully up at Light.
"Mikami, I need to you to tell me," Light said, opening Aizawas Death Note, stuffing the other in under his jacket.
Mikami lifted his head expectantly.
"What is the name of this boy?" He nodded down at Near, who was paralyzed with fear. His jaw trembled.
"Nate River, God."
Light nodded. Then he drew a pen out of his pocket and set it to the paper. Nate River.
Something snapped inside Near. Whatever little dignity he had left vanished with blow. He screamed and staggered to his feet, turning his back on Light and Mikami, running panicky towards the exit. His black eyes wide with fear.
Mikami made a movement to catch the boy, but Light held up his hand to stop him. "Let him go, Mikami."
The man fell onto the floor. The pen of God was scratching soothingly over the page of the Death Note.
Nate River. Traffic accident. Returns to the warehouse known as the Yellow Box from which he fled, setting fire to everything in there, including the six corpses, so that they can never be identified. Then runs in blind panic to the nearest high way and gets hit by the first car to arrive. Dies instantly.
"Death Note – Episode 37 – New World".
Author's Note: As said above, please review because this is my first fanfic ever - all criticism will be well received! And also, please forgive grammar mistakes and misspelling - again, I have have done it as well as I could.
