Breaking Death Note.

Chapter 1

The man stood at the edge of a dimly lit room. He nervously ran his hands across his brown suit as he awaited a guest, a very special guest, one he looked forward to for the money but at the same time, more than ever, dreaded. He groaned as he heard the familiar heavy footsteps approach. As the door swung open with a violent fervor, the man grinned falsely.

The person at the door bellowed: "Saul."

"Oh, hey there, Walt. The word 'hello' beneath you now?" Saul replied with a sarcastic drawl, his arms spread out dubiously.

"You know exactly why I'm here," Walter grumbled. His wrinkled, bald-headed face was deadly serious as he slammed the door and motioned forward.

Saul shrugged and retreated behind his desk. "Okay, okay. You're right. I figured it couldn't be—you know—just a friendly stopover to bring me a fruit basket or anything like that. It's usually something more important. What is it this time? The roof cave in?" Saul snapped his fingers and pointed. "Is it the wife? No, huh? Well, we know Gus is out of the way so that's not it. Oh! Pinkman, right?" Saul grinned impishly. "Did I guess right?"

Walt gave him his usual narrow-eyed look of condescension, before shaking his head.

"No, it's not any of that. Look, my brother-in-law's onto me. He's just moments away from unraveling, maybe...literally everything."

Saul rolled his eyes."Oh right. That asshole."

"We need to do something about it," Walt hissed.

"We?" Saul half-chuckled. By now he was just messing with him. He had to admit there was some odd, sadistic delight in seeing Walt become unhinged.

"Yes! He's going to catch on he's—he's getting so close! I know it. He's got a ton of information right now and I'm in trouble and I need your help, Saul."

"Nothing new there," Saul sighed, stuffing his hands into his pants pockets. "Okay, well I'm on it right now. I think I have something that might help you but this is—I'm talking last resort here. This stuff is the kind of stuff you really can't mess around with…but you sound desperate so..."

"You know I can't do things the old-fashioned way. We've got people investigating—they've got people looking around. There is no way I can do this and, you know, have people not notice."

Saul waved his hands. "Will you just calm down? Right, so yeah like I was trying to say before you went on your crazy-person rant there...I've got something for you." Saul bent over, pulling open a desk drawer. He reached in and retrieved a large brown packing envelope and dropped it onto his desk.

Walt threw down his arms. "No, Saul! If it's a gun, I won't do it. I told you—it has to be subtle! Efficient! No traces back to me." Walt inched in towards him, his hands balling into fists and his face pink with agitation. For an old guy, Walt was certainly intimidating. "Is there something you're not understanding here?"

Saul glared, finally snatching up the envelope in frustration and thrusting it into his arms. "Would you just shut up and take this? Right here in this packet is your solution."

Walt stared for a while, his eyes narrowed with judging caution and careful consideration before roughly peeling away at the envelope.

Saul flailed his arms.

"For the love of—don't open that here! It's my place of business, geez. Deal with it at home, preferably in a private place with no one around. Maybe try not to scream like a little girl when you see it."

Walt gritted his teeth. "See what? What the hell is this exactly?"

Saul smirked, folding his arms across his chest. "It's a solution. That's what you wanted, right? Anyway instructions are in there. You'll be able to figure out the rest."

Note: My first and only DN or BB fanfic! So this is an idea I came up with out of the blue because I wondered who was a bigger megalomaniac, Kira or Walt. First, I wanted to draw a fanart for this until other ideas came to mind. Then I couldn't decide whether to make the fanart or the fanfic, so I went with the latter. I haven't actually watched Death Note in a long time so I'll try to be…somewhat accurate. But I suspect some rules will be thrown out the window.

Sorry diehard DN fans! -'

Also I'm not one of the amazing, genius writers of either series, so I will do my best to make a half-decent plot. -_- I'll see how far I can take this. Wish me luck!