A soft breeze swirled around the capital building, it was aptly named the White House for that was exactly what it was... a house that was white; though throughout history the White House hadn't always been white nor had the capital always been Washington D.C. It seemed a normal day, people were bustling about as usual. Secretaries of various senators, of the president, and others were rushing about to finish tasks. At nearly every door near the oval office, and the doors to the room itself, were men and women in black suits with small headphones that acted as their communication system. A woman in black approached the oval office. She didn't look at anyone as she hustled forward to the room; the secret service guards didn't pay her any attention. She was one of them and they knew her on sight; that she carried a large white envelope didn't concern them one bit. The woman's heels clicked softly against the floor as she opened the doors and went inside where the president was sitting behind the oak desk that was near the window. A set of white sofas sat at angles ahead of the desk, but she didn't pay them any attention as she moved forward towards the desk, past the national seal that was on the floor and right up to the desk to a black, middle aged man who was looking over a document. He looked up at her approach.

"Mr. President, I think you should take a look at this."

"What is it?"

"An important document."

"Who sent it?"

"You just need to read it." She insisted. The president looked at her funny but nodded and took the envelope from her. He opened it up and pulled out a couple sheets of paper. He looked at the first, crisp note that simply read:

It's not over. Kira's rein is just beginning.

President Obama blinked in surprise. He hadn't been president when this had all first happened nearly three years ago and had ended just before he'd become president.. or so everyone had hoped. He nearly dropped the sheet as a cold chill swept through him and he looked at the page that came with it. There were several names printed very neatly on the lined paper. One of which was the woman in front of him. He saw that beneath her name was a small paragraph that read: 10:20 am Goes into President's office to hand him an envelope Insists that it is important and he must read it. 10:35 am Drops dead of a stroke. The president glanced at a nearby watch and saw the minute hand move. 10:35, he then glanced over to the secret service woman who dropped to the floor like a rock.

"Security!" He yelled, panic was beginning to set in now but he was doing his best to remain calm outwardly even as the other secret service agents rushed in. In a matter of minutes a medic was at the scene and pronounced dead due to a stroke. The medic was then ushered out by security while other members of the secret service were going from room to room to check on the senators on the list. All were dead of either a stroke or heart attack. The White House was in an uproar, though the public was, currently, completely oblivious as to the cause. Hours later, while the public was being calmly informed of the deaths, the president was in the oval office, alone, dialing a number he'd hoped he'd never have to. "W here." A man's voice answered.

"This is the president of the United States."

"Code."

"Alpha75913."

"I'll patch you into L Mr. President." A young boy with disheveled white hair stood looking out over the city. An older man came in, he was a former FBI and one of the few left from those who had been slaughtered during his fight against Light Yagami, who had been parading as L and had been Kira for years. The youth had very nearly ruled the world.

"The president of the United States is on the line."

"Very well, thank you Rester." L replied and moved over to a panel where there was a small headset that would work well, it was set to distort his voice so that he couldn't be identified.

"What can I do for you Mr. President?" He asked calmly.

"Kira's back." It was the last thing L expected to hear and he wondered how it was possible. The strain in the president's voice told him though that there had been clear evidence to support what the man had said.

"Tell me what happened." L replied calmly, he couldn't afford to appear shaken; he pushed aside his own emotions and listened to what the president had to say.

"I'll send someone to collect the pages. I'll find the person responsible Mr. President, don't worry." With that, L ended the phone call.

"I'll send a team to get the pages. Any thing else?"

"No, that will be all Rester." The agent left and L moved over to peer out the window once more. Things had been too quiet and now this. I knew peace wouldn't last... never does... who could it be? Who could take the place of Light? Thinking about Light made him feel angry all over again. Light had killed his idol, the original L and he had hunted Light down ruthlessly. It had been a close one, but his plan had triumphed over Light's if only just. It seemed that the fight was to begin again. He wondered, fleetingly, if this new opponent would be anything like Light or if they would blunder and be easily caught. L dismissed the lather. It wasn't likely, one could hope, but he wasn't going to pin his hopes on something like that just yet. He knew nothing of his opponent, but he didn't think the reverse would be entirely true. He hoped that whoever had taken Light's place didn't have the youth's resources. Somehow, though, he was certain that they had to have something similar as not just anyone could find out who worked for the secret service. That right there was a blatant statement in itself.