~The Misadventures of Light Yagami~
Light Yagami, also known as Kira, was finally caught. Near, Mogi, Matsuda, Gevanni and everyone else of the SPK had won. After years of work, losing L, the police chief, Light's own father and countless others from the FBI and specialized task forces… It was over. After so long… Kira was caught.
Light sat in his cell. The handcuffs dug into his wrists but with his flexibility and experience with handcuffs he was able to maneuver his wrists in a way so he could reduce the pain. He was still unable to discern if it was night or day due to his blindfold and because of his arms and legs being chained there was nothing he could do to remedy that. Light sighed as he thought things over again.
As soon as news had gotten out that Kira had been captured supporters of his rallied together in a futile attempt to get him released. The only ones that were aware of Light being Kira were the Task Forces, Kiyomi Takada and Teru Mikami. Kiyomi was taken in and shown that 'Kira' was in custody, she promptly confessed to everything she knew of; Mikami was a Kira, Misa-Misa was once one as well, Light had admitted to her that he was, in fact, Kira and that she, herself, had passed judgment on criminals under the order of Light. On Near's orders Mikami was already being questioned while Kiyomi confessed. In captivity he proudly stated that the God Kira had chosen him for a brief period of time to 'delete criminals of the world'. Kiyomi's sentence was lessened to four life terms thanks to her confession; Mikami's was five life sentences. Misa Amane was once again brought in for questioning and, again, she had no memories of anything. After days of questioning Light was interrogated as to why she couldn't recollect anything. He explained hesitantly about Notebook Ownership and why Misa couldn't and wouldn't remember. Light hoped that Misa would somehow get a hold of a notebook and continue judgment since she was free for some time but under strict surgery.
Back in his cell Light heard the door open and a soft shuffle of a person walked in.
"Light?" it was Matsuda. Light lifted his head slightly to show he was listening, "I'm not sure if this- she- meant much to you but… Misa-Misa's…killed herself."
Matsuda's voice was shaky and stuffy as if he had been crying.
After a moment of silence Light spoke.
"H-how did sh-she-?" sadness broke his voice, not sadness for Misa but for himself, she was his last hope.
"She threw herself from her hotel room balcony…"Matsuda trailed off before clearing his throat then leaving with a heavy sound of the door closing and a loud click of the lock. Light's hoped were dashed.
'How did it come to this?! Why-'
His thoughts were interrupted by a cackling- familiar cackling. Ryuk.
"Ryuk? It's you, isn't it?" Light spoke softly.
"This is a fine mess, how are you going to get out of this one, Light? Any ideas?" Ryuk cackled as if to taunt him.
Light could imagine Ryuk hanging over him, with that smirk on his face with his pointed teeth bared.
"No. I'm stuck. Misa's gone, Takeda and Mikami are in jail and I'm possible on death row." Light said truthfully.
Ryuk sighed and let out a few grumbles, "Well, now I'll have to go back home"
The word 'home' resounded throughout Light's head. He thought quickly.
"Ryuk! You want to keep being amused, right? You can travel to other places, right? Get me out of her, take me anywhere and I promise to entertain you until I die." Light said quickly.
There was a silence at first followed by cackling.
"Light, as much as you humans entertain me, I can't interfere with your death" Ryuk said
"True, but you know when I'll die so before I do just bring me back here, to this place."
More silence, this time broken by loud, sinister laughter. Light smiled knowing he'd won again. It felt like killing L all over.
"Alright, hold on then, this may hurt, I wouldn't know, I don't feel it."
Soon after, Light felt a quick, sharp tugging inside of him. Not on his organs, but somehow deeper, his very core. Pain flooded him as the tugging feeling increased to a violent, heaving game of tug-o-war. Without realizing his mouth was open Light felt the air leaving his lungs in the form of a scream. The cry of anguish was long and drawn out and cut off only when he sat up violently in a soft bed . . .