I'm using this 'disclaimer' as the cover for my work. The ideas and plot belong to me but the characters belong to their respective owners, as do any references made about brand names or other things that clearly do not belong to me. I do not own Death Note or any of the songs that are mentioned. Got it? Me no own. Now here's hoping that having this in the opening chapter is enough to keep me from getting sued.

I recently went to Sydney and spent what little free time I had working on this fic, and the travel time back home getting the fic going enough so I could find the motivation to continue it at home. So this is for those who asked me for a sequel that at the time had been nothing more than the first 4 paragraphs in the first chapter. WARNING: SLIGHT DUB-CON IN CHAPTER 11. Thank you to Guest, angelanehwalker and cheeseandhamburger for the reviews on Bad Blood.

Get up, Get up, Get up,

I'm a show you everything I've got inside

I won't give up, give up,

Never backing down this is my fight

Every word you said had you thinking in your head

You'd leave me here for dead, but I'm alive.

Get up, Get up, Get up,

I'm a show you everything I've got inside

(My Fight: From Ashes to New)

28th August

Hands grabbed him and forcefully submerged him within the tub of freezing water, holding him down even as his lungs screamed for air and the cold bit at his skin. He was allowed up briefly, the gasp for air cutting off as he choked on water as his head was pushed back down into the water. He struggled to get free, black dots filling his sight even as his throat burned from the intake of water that slowly drowned him. He couldn't breathe! The hands didn't let up, even as he blindly grasped at the appendages. He was going to die. His sight slowly gave way to darkness even as strength fled his body, water filling his lungs even as his eyes slowly began to shut…

Light woke up gasping for air, heart pounding in his chest and sweat running down his brow even as panicked crimson eyes scanned unfamiliar forms within the bedroom. It took minutes of deep calming breathes before sense kicked in and he remembered that he was currently at Whammy's House and he was decidedly not drowning.

He shivered slightly and pulled the covers closer to him from where they'd been tangled during his sleep, noting the absent side of the bed that L usually slept on. L had left two months ago on a case and had refused to bring Light with him, it wouldn't have mattered much, but the number of times L had left him behind had grown since the arson case in Paris almost two years ago.

Light sighed heavily. He missed his apartment back in Japan. He missed his favorite haunts and villain buddies he used to run with. He missed the thrill of a heist and the satisfaction of a successful assassination as Kira. Whilst what he had with L had started off as a whirlwind of adventure, it had quickly spiraled into an occasional gust that barely left England. He was bored. It didn't help that in the times he and L were together he was reminded that they knew practically nothing about one another. Almost three years together and all they had to show for it was each other's abilities, names, family and cases. Considering that they only knew each other for less than a month during the Beyond Case in Japan, before they jumped into bed together, Light wasn't all that surprised that their relationship was built on sex. 'And even then it's not like that's been something on the menu lately.' It was kind of hard to fuck if one of the participants was hardly in the same country, much less the same room. Last he heard L and Watari were in Vegas on some murder case involving prostitutes.

'And he left me here alone with my nightmares.' Not that Light had mentioned his nightmares, L was barely around long enough for that conversation, and they mainly just spent their time in bed until L vanished the next morning without a word. And Light had been fine with it in the beginning, L was a detective and Light wasn't, but things grew old after the fourth time it happened and Light was growing restless. If he'd been younger, like pre-adolescent, Whammy's would have been a dream come true, high tech equipment, books and classes on every subject and students that were able to hold conversations that interested him. But Light was an adult, and he tired of dealing with the likes of Mello; Mihael Keehl, Near; Nate River, and Matt's; Mail Jeeves, childish competitions with one another.

He sighed, shifted around in his pillows before closing his eyes. He was just cresting upon sleep when phantom pain raced through his body causing him to jerk awake, heart pounding with adrenalin. 'Looks like I'm not getting any more sleep tonight.' He was used to it at this point, had a laptop on standby for the very reason.

Light filled the dark room as he skimmed though the world's news before alighting upon an article of interest from Sweden. He wasn't sure what it was that caught his attention, he didn't even read though it after opening it in a new tab. What he did know by the time the sun was rising across the orphanage was that he had accumulated twenty tabs of cases from different countries and cities with the same details. 'It's not as though there's any reason for me to stay here when L's off gallivanting across the earth.' He never even noticed the absent minded way his thumb rubbed over a diamond studded gothic 'L' that hung off a black felt collar.

/:/:/

L glared at the suspect seated across from the camera and cuffed to the table. All he needed was the man to tell him what he already knew, that he killed the prostitutes using his living red hair. The lab had found strands of hair containing DNA from the man currently on screen, and further searching proved that the suspect was a Level 3 Hairstrong; the same Power as Aizawa from Japan.

"We have enough evidence to arrest you for mass murder, whether or not you'll be executed or sentenced to a lesser sentence, is up to you. So I'll ask one last time, did you murder those women?" L watched as the officer holding the interview shuffled some papers around, eyes dropping from the suspects face as he prepared to leave, the criminal refusing to answer. "Very well then, remove him please." The silent officer standing by the door unchained the criminal and removed him from the room allowing the officer to turn to L. "You were right," He began to dismantle the computer setup. "I suppose this'll be the last time you'll be in contact?"

"Yes, Watari will be by to collect the equipment." L shut off his connection without another word, the screensaver on his personal laptop showing a picture of him and Light at the London Eye, the collar with L's name glinting in the sun around Light's throat where it'd hung for almost three years. 'Has it really been two months?' L hadn't taken notice of how much time had passed, far to absorb by the case he was on. Guilt rose within him when he recalled that he hadn't contacted Light once during the case, had barely spent a fleeting thought of the younger Power since the morning he'd left. 'We'll be flying back in a few hours, unless something comes up I'll spend at least a week with him before looking for a new case.' With his plan firmly in mind L got up from his chair and stretched as he headed for the table that'd been set up with his sweets. He'd just picked up a bowl of gummy bears when his phone signaled an incoming call. Sitting it down with a sigh he accepted the call without bothering to look at the caller I.D.

"L, I have some bad news. It appears as though William Collins has committed suicide. He was found dead in his cell just minutes ago, suffocation via his own hair. It appears as though he used his own powers against himself." Watari's voice was low and L could hear the hum of voiced in the background.

'Suicide? I didn't see him as someone who does take such a leap.' L scowled, all that work for nothing. He'd given two months of his time for this case and for this to happen felt as though he'd been cheated of a win. "Come back Watari, get the jet ready, I wish to return to Whammy's as soon as possible." He ordered instead, ending the call and crushing a gummy bear between his index and thumb.

/:/:/

Amelia Roberts stumbled in her heels with a high pitched, drunken laugh even as random bursts of flowers tumbled from her fingers to the wet pavement. The low level Level 4 Earth Power released another peal of laughter after running into a lamp post plastered in posters from a Hideki Ryuga concert she'd attended earlier that week.

"Probably shouldn't have drunken so much." She giggled, her path swerving from side to side as she continued her way home. "Always said that it'll be my last time…" The words were slurred as she slumped down upon a dripping bench, the smell of rain still in the night air despite the storm having passed. "But no matter what I do, it'll always be here to haunt me." She violently stabbed at the wooden bench and vines and small trees sprouted from the wood, earning a cross between a mad laugh and sob.

Amelia was so distressed that she didn't even notice the flickering of the streetlights or the sudden warmth in the air. She sprawled out upon the bench, arms wrapped around her waist and eyes firmly shut. Despite the fact that she was so drunk she could barely stand, the sudden warmth and screaming hatred that flooded her forced her body to jerk in shock. Thoughts and emotions that weren't her own corrupted her memories and thought patterns.

Sitting back up, clothing wet where she'd laid on the bench, green eyes narrowed in hatred landed upon a group of bar hoppers. 'They get to have normal lives. How dare they have fun when I'm struggling? They don't deserve the Norm life they were given.' She got to her feet and walked across the road toward the group, not a single remnant of her drunkenness in sight.

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