Yeah, a new story! As some of you may know, this story is a lot like the one done by another author, so to let you know, NO I AM NOT STEALING HER WORK. She has given me her permission to continue and/or redo the story how ever I like.
And as others may know, for a short time, I had up 'Innocence redone', but got writers block on the story. Which, for me, never happens unless I no longer have ideas for the story. But in this case, I do have ideas.
So, I am simply starting over.
So, enjoy!

Light was sitting in his cell, his hands bound behind his back and his feet connected by a long chain, as so he could still walk around, but not so comfortably, since the raven on the receiving end of the camera didn't want him to move to much, but knew the younger one needed to do so sometimes, as not to get bed sores. The room itself was white all over, a very boring color, Light thought to himself. He was just waiting for Ryuzaki, Ryuga, L, or what ever his name was, to strike up a conversation, or at least say something. If he had to, he'd start the conversation himself.

Why? Because he was waiting for just the right moment to say the simple phrase 'give it up', so that Ryuk would know that he no longer wanted ownership of the Death Note. But what Light didn't know was that what Ryuk had said about giving up the Death Note was in itself both truth and a lie. It was truth because not one thing he said about giving up the Death Note was a lie, and it was a lie because he didn't explain all the side effects, so it was a lie by not stating everything.

What Ryuk forgot, or simply, refused to mention, was that, yes, the Death Note does corrupt people and turn them evil, since 99.9% of the time, the power goes to said person's head, but when all memory is given up about the Death Note, as much evil as you have gained while using it, you get an equal amount of innocence added to your mental health. Ryuk, for lack of explanation, simply thought that leaving out this key detail that could, in the end, help convict Light as Kira, was just more entertainment for him. Because it would get oh-so boring when Light loses his memories.

And not by any mean is Ryuk a patient Death God, and it would be oh-so tragic if it got boring, and Light just happened to die by maybe... a heart attack. For Ryuk did not care in any way what happened to said human, emotional attachments, like the one Rem had with Misa, were trouble to his health, and could lead to his untimely death. And if there was one rule that Ryuk followed, no matter how many others he did not, it was that he kept him self alive at all costs. Light was just a play thing to him, and nothing more, and for all he was worth, he would keep it that way.

So, sitting some few feet away from Light, Ryuk watched in boredom as Light just sat there, with his head down in a dramatic, yet realistic way. It was almost as dramatic as that potato chip seen that he pulled when under servalience, but not quite as fun to watch. 'Oh no' Ryuk thought as he got a weird sensation in his body, 'Not the withdraw symptoms.' This was the part that he ultimately feared, the withdraw symptoms were the worse, he stood up and instantly his body started to twist in weird shapes.

Light, seeing the movement out of the corner of his eye, tried not to stare in that direction, as to not draw attention to himself. But he could not help himself, so moving his hair further in front of his face by moving his face further down, he watched in amazement as Ryuk's body twisted in all kinds of directions, and said Death God hoped on one foot. Light couldn't help the smirk that crossed his face, full aware that the camera would not pick up on. Sitting in this boring cell for days and days on end, he secretly awaited for this to happen, knowing that it would be his only form of entertainment.

'That little shit' Ryuk thought to himself, seeing the smirk upon Light's face and the amusement in his eyes. 'He's enjoying watching me suffer. Well, so enough the tables will turn, and I will have plenty of blackmail for Light once he gets his memories back. Though i'm sure the kid will have a lot to say about me not telling him about it, but he should have seen something like this coming, and I really don't care.'

It was around that moment that the moment that Light was waiting for happened. L's voice sounded over the microphone suddenly, "Light, you've only been here for one week, but I'm sure it can't be easy, are you feeling all right?" Looking up, Light replied, "Yea, I know I must look pretty bad in here, but this useless pride, I suppose i'll have to get rid of it." Ryuk, getting the secret message in Light's words, undid himself from his uncomfortable position next to Light's bed and took off.

(Note that the last paragraph is straight from the anime, except Ryuk says something, but I left that part out for disclamer issues, btw I do not own death note.)

Instantly, Light lost his memories, and the unspoken effects took place. Looking around, Light noticed that this was not his painted blue room with dinosaurs on the walls. None of his stuffed animals were on his bed, and on that matter, his bed was no longer there. All of his toys were gone, and his sky green door was replaced with cell bars, and his blue walls with gray boring ones. Trying to move, he soon discovered that for some reason, his hands were bound behind his back.

His feet could still move, but soon he saw a chain that connected his ankles and restricted most of his movements. After a moment, his honey colored eyes swelled up with tears that not to long after, fell to earth. "Daddy?" Looking around he saw no one. "Mommy? Daddy? MOMMY MOOOOOMMMMY DAAAAADY WAAAAAAH W-WAAAAHHHH MOMMY, DADDY, WHERE ARE YOU, WAAAH WAAAAH."

His calls for his parents and his cries did not go unnoticed by the room full of people, who were steadily watching feedback from the cameras. "What is going on?" Aizawa asked, feeling the parental pain in his heart, remembering his own daughters cries from not but a few years ago. Currently, the only people in the room was Ryuzaki, Matsuda, Aizawa, and Mogi, Mr. Yagami wasn't there, since he had long before asked to be put into solitary confinment, just like his son, from fear that he might do something irrational out of worry for his son.

"I don't know." Ryuzaki simply said. Matsuda was the first one to speak after the uncomfortable silence that followed soon after. "Do you think he... finally snapped?" Aizawa was about to yell and tell his how stupid he was when he stopped for a moment and said over Light's loud screams for his parents and cries, to which they could still hear over the microphone, and said, "That might not be too off the mark, I mean for a kid to be suddenly put under this kind of stress after being accused of being a mass serial killer, it wouldn't be too hard to believe that he just suddenly lost it."

"I don't think that that is what we are witnessing here, since that kind of stuff happens over a long period of time, and it would have started off small, and then grown." Ryuzaki said. Grabbing his cellphone from his back pocket, he dialed Wateri's number. "Please bring Mr. Yagami in here." Turning to the Task force, he said "I am going to send in there, and over the milcrophone I will conduct an interview with Light, and see if I can tell whether this is an act or real. I believe that the only way to get Light to answer any of my questions, if this is real, then Mr. Yagami will need to get him to understand what is going on."

Before long, a tired and exhausted MR. Yagami came into the room, and was met with the concerned faces of the Task Force and the wails of his son.

Whoa, this took forever to write. I am able to usually get a chapter done in a night, but I had to stop and then pick back up on it later.

Please R&R, and if there's any sences that you would like to see, then just tell me.