Urgh…I finally got this up. My computer doesn't like cooperating with me much, but I've managed. If anybody decides to ask me, I don't truly know what point in the story this story starts in. All I know is that the beginning is set during the Winter, or at least in England it's Winter, and everybody is older. Pretend L never died, Light never met Near and Mello, Matt wasn't killed, and all that stuff that should've normally happened during the Kira case. In other words, just think of it as the Kira case, but everybody got older and nobody ever died.

The Kira investigation had gone on for long enough. Years of searching and not a single clue to further the search for the ever elusive serial killer. Frankly, the investigation team was sick of it. They worked day in and day out, under the strict rule of the world's three best detectives, L. During the Winter of 2009, Light decided to finally make a stand. After three years, he finally decided to stand up for himself and his investigation team. How wonderful. Shooting up from his seat, Light towered above the crouched detective, who was trying to enjoy his strawberry shortcake.

"Ryuzaki, I have had enough!" All eyes were on the Yagami family son as L did not even turn his chair.

"Whatever do you mean, Light?"

"Ryuzaki, we've been working on this case for three years! Three years! We haven't had a break ever since! I think that we should take the next year of investigating off. It would be good on all of our systems." The task force quietly murmured their agreement, causing Light to smirk ever so slightly.

"Light, if we were to take a year off from this case, more people will die while we are off taking a break." The shortcake was slowly being devoured as whipped cream was topped higher on it with every chunk bitten off. It was so amazingly sweet, it was disgusting.

"But we've got no leads! Nothing to work off of! There hasn't been anything new on this case for years, Ryuzaki! And the killings have obviously minimized since last year, which means even if we were to sit here all day for the next few months working on this case, the killings won't stop. I think it would be reasonable to take a well deserved rest from this case. It really is driving everyone up the wall."

"In order to gain a lead, we must work towards it. If by a slim chance of point five seven percent we were to gain a lead from a witness of the death of a suspect, we would be able to work off from that lead and be one step closer to catching the criminal. Once the killings cease completely, we may all take a well deserved rest where the rest is correctly due."

"But, Ryuzaki—!" Suddenly, the screens on all of the monitors switched to a glowing white screen with the Old English Five font 'W' appeared.

"Yes, Watari? What is it?" L asked to the monitor, licking off the remainder of the whip cream on his plate. The plate was shiny with the detective's saliva as all of the cake had been wiped clean from the plate.



"If I may, Ryuzaki, I would like to speak with you in private."

"Very well. I will be there in a moment." Ryuzaki changed the monitors back to normal as he stood from his crouched position and trudged out of the doors, leaving the Task Force to themselves for an unknown period of time.

"Hey, it's lunch time!" Someone announced, but nobody moved. They all waited in the room as, after a few minutes, L returned, his face telling nothing as usual.

"Well, Light. It seems as though your vacation away from the Kira case will be rewarded to you." This alone made the Task Force want to jump in joy. Light shot up from his seat, leaving his forgotten rolling chair to spin in slow, unbounded circles.

"That's great! Where are we going? When?" Light was obviously very excited as he had had enough of his lack of hygienic disability and his lack of REM sleep.

"Watari has scheduled a trip to Winchester, England, tomorrow morning at 6 AM sharp. Watari has done the liberty of purchasing eleven plane tickets. However, these tickets are not for the Task Force alone. Watari wanted these exact persons to attend the trip: The Yagami family, Matsuda, Aizawa, Misa Amane, Kiyomi Takada, Mikami Teru, myself, and Watari. You are expected to be ready by at least 5:50 AM tomorrow and be at the airport before the plane departs. The rest of the investigation team will, however, be allowed to spend their time on anything they wish to do within Japan. That is all." Several of the people in the room nearly jumped for joy as they all rushed out of the room, Light somehow being first out. The news spread rather quickly and soon, it was the next morning.

The eleven people scheduled to take the flight were currently established sitting in their seats as they awaited the arrival of the plane. They were fifteen minutes early and the plane was starting to allow their passengers aboard.

"Ryuzaki, tell me why you bought us Economy class tickets when you could clearly afford First Class?" Light asked, hoping that it had been a mistake and they had really been allowed on first class.

"Watari purchased the tickets, which means I had no say in what tickets he would purchase. If it truly bothers Light that much, would you rather the tickets be switched?"

"That would be—"

"Sir, the tickets cannot be switched as of now. That would be a hassle for the airport."

"Watari has spoken Light. You cannot change the tickets, therefore, you will be staying in Economy class."

"That's…great."

The plane boarded not long afterwards as they were all assigned seats practically next to each other. The other passengers seemed to stop and stare at L as he was crouched in this plane seat, which 

was a rather tight squeeze, no matter how lanky he was. A flight attendee passed by and glanced at him oddly, but passed by without word. As more passengers boarded, L began to grow bored and began to stack his boxes of Pocky, which he had claimed to be a present for someone. People stopped to gaze, but were quickly pushed by others to keep moving. As everybody was getting comfortable, Light gazed around to see if everybody was alright with the seating arrangements. Takada, Mikami, and Misa were all in one row, and across from them was Soichiro, Watari, and Sachiko. In the row right between both rows sat Aizawa, Matsuda, and Sayu. Light, L and an older businessman sat in the row in front of Takada's row. Light didn't really trust this seating arrangement, but L had said that it would work out.

Almost immediately, Light realized trouble a-brewing as Misa's voice could be heard behind him.

"You! There's no way that MY Light would ever go out with you!" Light could've sworn he could hear Takada smirking. He didn't even know how that conversation even came up.

"Misa, if you would please, the people sitting around us will hear your voice and it is probably distracting them greatly." At least somebody had common sense!

"I will NOT lower my voice! You're being a prissy little bitch who wants to steal my Light!" The nearby sitters gasped at her language as Mikami stood between them, thinking of a great plan to stop their arguing AND impress God.

"Ladies, please—" but poor Mikami was cut off before he even got to proclaim his great negotiation.

"Don't 'Ladies, please' us! What do you think you are, a Ladies Man?! As if!" Misa complained as Mikami turned a shade of pink at the attention he was receiving from passerbys and onlookers.

"Mikami has yet to do anything wrong, Misa. He was simply trying to keep us from disturbing other passengers. Am I right, Mikami?"

"Oh, trying to sound all smart and professional, huh?! Well, you know what? I'm just going to beat up that smarty pants professional attitude of yours!"

"If you could please quiet dow—"

"You shut up, random person! This doesn't concern you!" Misa yelled angrily at the bystander, who quickly scurried away in fear of being pounced on.

"Guys, the plane hasn't even left yet!" Matsuda called from his row, taking his eyes off of Sayu for a few seconds.

"As if you're one to talk, Matsuda! You've been ogling Sayu this whole time! I don't know what you call that, but I call it visual harassment!" Aizawa yelled to the officer sitting a seat away from him, causing the two Yagami parents to grow angrier at the cop.



"Matsuda, stop looking at my daughter in such vile ways!" Soichiro growled at the officer, who just nodded feebly and cowered back into his seat. Aizawa sat proudly, until his silence was once again broken.

"Light, you have rather great authority of the three sitting behind me. It seems that your superiority complex just raises your Kira percentage up."

"What?! I thought you abandoned that statement a long time ago! And I bet you don't even know what percentage I'm at anymore!"

"Your ploys to try and derail me of my thought train is rather Kira-like of you, Light."

"Ugh, I don't even know why I'm working under you!"

"Because you are trying to cover suspicion of you being Kira."

"Stop it! I'm just going to ignore you from now on!"

"Very well. However, I must insist that you stop denying that youa re Kira."

"Lalala, I'm not listening!" The plane announcement on safety had started up, but nobody was listening as the blabbering continued.

"Ah, Light, your pant zipper is unzipped."

"It i—I mean, I'm not listening!"

"Alright then, let me get it for you."

"No! I'll get it myself!"

"But I clearly remember you telling me that you were no longer listening to me."

"Ugh, you know what?! You deserve a fist in the face right now!"

"If you wish to send your fist into me, then do so."

"Then I will!"

"I'm waiting."

"I will! Just give me a second!"

"I am still awaiting that punch."

"Agh!" And the aforementioned fist came flying straight into L's face as he slid across the rows, stopping when his head came in contact with a metal bar underneath Soichiro's seat, causing him to jump slightly. L's nose was bleeding from such a hard impact, and the businessman was about to snap next to him.



"What did you do that for?!" Matsuda yelled as they all stared down at the bleeding detective.

"I don't know! I was panicking! I needed to buy some time!"

"For WHAT?!" Aizawa yelled, staring at the Yagami with wild eyes.

"To panic!" Light yelled back, running up to L to check if he was okay. The moment his body was within vicinity, L sent a flying kick right into Light's gut as he went flying right into the porthole shaped window, making a loud clang sound and a crack to appear on the window. L's bleeding had stopped miraculously as he was up and ready to fight. Light stood up, his headache worsening as he wiped his nose, only to find it wasn't bleeding. With a short breath of relief, he charged at L, crying a yell of rage. His fist made contact with L's foot as they both stood in place, blood dripping from both impacted body parts. They recoiled and made contact once more, somehow switching positions to L's fist making contact with Light's foot. Their fighting continued as one by one they each flew to another part of the plane. The businessman suddenly stood up and ran to the lavatory, his migraine growing ten times the size of Mt. Rushmore. Inside, the man yelled in utmost rage as all sounds outside ceased to listen on the man's yells of utter gibberish.

"What the…"

"I do not believe we should ask."

"Agreed."

The two fighters both took to their seats as the man came back, frazzled but still very professional looking. He sat down quickly and limped in his seat. As the plane began to jerk forward, the man, and everybody else for that matter, knew this plane ride was going to be extremely long.

And so it is finished! It isn't as long as the beginning chapter for my other story, which isn't in this archive in case you're wondering, but I figured it'd be fine since nobody really cares. Which reminds me, I need to update my other story soon. My trip to Catalina Island kind of threw me off, and it used up most of the day.