A/N: I won't put notes at the beginning of each chapter through this story to try to explain everything to you.

I want to let you enjoy it and have it unfold naturally, without any preconceived ideas or 'warnings' from me. You are reading a story rated M for Mature...I figure you know what you're getting into with that. If not, please go read the documentation on ratings provided by FF website.

As a heads up though, I'm going to do a quick overview of possible references/themes that may pop up here at the beginning. After that, you're on your own to decide if you want to skip ahead at any point in the story past parts that are "too sexy" or "too violent". Just like any other story or book you might pick up and read. So here we go...

This story may include references to or inclusion of the following themes: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Non-Con/Attempted Rape, Violence, Murder, Sex

Oh, and I'll get the OBLIGATORY DISCLAIMER out of the way right now as well: I don't own any rights to Death Note or anything even related to it. I just love writing fan fiction about it :)

Cheers!

"Hey Ryuk. Damn it's cold out tonight." The young man shivered as he walked up to the blue and black haired security guard manning the employees only door in the back alley. He's bundled from head to toe in a long black jacket, but that doesn't stop the wind from biting right through it on a night like this.

"Hey Light. You really shouldn't be walking by yourself with all that's been going down around here lately, ya know?"

The Omega rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I know I'll keep it in mind."

"By the way, I think Gigi was looking for you, something about the theme for tonight." Light cringed. Every day the girl was coming up with something different to help build excitement around the club and since Light was the number one dancer at Black Book, he was unfortunately expected to lead the charge and fully participate.

"Thanks Ryuk." Light said to the Beta as he made his way inside the dimly lit back area of the club and headed towards his dressing room. Being the headliner did have it's perks, he didn't have to dress with the rest of the dancers in the main dressing room, which afforded him a bit of privacy. He'd decided he wouldn't settle for anything less when he'd committed to doing this. He never did anything half assed.

This work was the best way he could find to help pay for Sayu's school and their living expenses after mom and dad were killed by a hit and run driver about a year ago. His college was on scholarship, so he didn't need to worry about that and since he was 18, he was old enough to legally be Sayu's guardian, so she lived with him still. He'd had to fight tooth and nail, since he had only just turned 18, but they had finally agreed to it, after hearing testimony from so many people regarding Light's reputation, academic standing and character. Sending her to a foster home was out of the questions.

Part of Light had died the day his parent did as well. The part of him that trusted the people he cared about would always be there, the part that would've been too prideful to do what was necessary to survive. Light was much more a realist now than the idealist he used to be. There were bills to pays and that was the cold, hard truth. He'd always been mature for his age, but he'd grown up in ways he didn't expect overnight.

There was no family to help out and any of their parent's friends or colleagues gradually started moving on with their own lives and problems after a few months. All the while Light worried about how they were barely scraping by. At the time when they probably needed the most support, everyone disappeared. Sayu did still have her school friends that she could count on and Light was not going to let her lose that, so he made sure she could stay enrolled at the same private school.

They also continued to live in the same home at her insistence, because it made her happy and comforted her to remain there. For Light however, it felt like living in a tomb with sad reminders of their lost parents on a daily basis. Light tried to avoid being home whenever possible, using school or work to keep him busy. He was there often enough to have dinners with Sayu and help her with homework occasionally, but otherwise let her focus on her friends, clubs and social activities. On nights when he worked, he always texted her on the way to the club to make sure she had made it home ok and had everything she needed.

Sure, there had been some life insurance money to help out at first, but apparently their parents had debts that needed to be paid and a large portion of that money settled those accounts. Before too long, Light knew they'd needed a stream of income for living expenses.

About 8 months ago, he found out how much Omega's could make stripping when he was talking with one of his college classmates who used to date one. In disbelief, he decided to do some more research into the subject.

Apparently, since they were much more likely to attract both girls and boys, and were a relative rarity, male Omegas were highly desirable as employees of these establishments. It was considered a bit of a kink to some more straightlaced Betas, but it was generally an acceptable ideal that Alphas might dress up their Omegas in sexy frilly things at home, regardless of their gender.

It didn't bother Light at all, he liked pretty things, though he might've preferred to keep that private. But an Omega's got to do what an Omega's got to do, right? The strip club just put it out there in public for all to see, catering to their demand. The male Omegas tended to be the top earners at every club for a reason and they raked in the money easily.

Light had always kept it pretty quiet that he was an Omega in the past, given that only about 5% of the population are male Omegas. But if it meant taking care of Sayu, he had been ready to turn what he'd always seen as a weakness into a strength.

So first, he went to other clubs and saw how "it" was done by experienced dancers, then practiced on his own until he was sure he was ready. After that it was simply a matter of finding the most promising of the new clubs. One where he could make the biggest impact. Nearly overnight word spread through the other Omega clubs about the new, hot, young stripper over at Black Book.

Didn't matter their dynamic or gender, everyone wanted to come see him. Other clubs even tried to recruit him to leave Black Book, but Light stayed loyal. He wouldn't betray the trust of the place that had given him a chance and they did treat him well there.

Thankfully the club isn't close to the University either. Not that anyone from there would recognize him anyways.

Most people don't really want to put two and two together. It would overwhelm their minds to think that the top student in the first year class at To-Oh could also be a stripper. Light snickered to himself as he threw down his bag next to his dressing table.

Over the last couple of months, he'd started to appreciate, even enjoy being on stage at the club. The power over everyone beneath him, it was a huge rush. They could look, but they couldn't touch...unless he let them. The control over so many others, especially the cocksure Alphas of the world, made him a little giddy. Light's ego was thoroughly fed onstage every night that he danced

It was like he was a God to the mere mortals below him. He could let out that sensual Omega side of himself that he normally kept tightly reined in. He let all of his desire pour out when he was on stage and let the crowds breathe it in, taking it with them like a sweet poison that brought them back to see him again and again.

He looked at the costume sitting on his dressing table. "You've got to be kidding me, Gigi..." Light picked up the note on the costume that read "Here's your outfit for tonight's theme! Please don't kill me :) kisses! G"

Light crumpled up the note and tossed it in the trash with disgust. I knew letting her see that picture of me in my school uniform would come back to bite me in the ass. Ok, I'll make this work. I can make anything work... Light smiled despite himself. He had to admit, the girl knew what she was doing, the audience was going to eat this up.

He took off his clothes and folded them away for later, then proceeded to rub lotion that had a slight sheen to it all over his body so his lightly tanned skin looked smooth as silk. First he put on the fitted white uniform shirt and buttoned it up over his slim, but firmly muscled torso, a byproduct of his years of tennis combined with the physical demands of his most recent occupation. Thank god she bought one with stretch to it or I wouldn't be able to move in this top. He put on a red g-string and then over it he put on the stretchy beige short shorts, which he tucked the white shirt into, finally he inserted the leather belt through the loops and buckled it.

He looked in the mirror examining the outfit so far. His long, tan and toned slim legs looked like they went on for miles with shorts like these and his ass was perfection. Next he added the red tie and as the finishing touch, he put on the plaid thigh high socks and heeled patent leather black knee high boots.

Light approved of the boots Gigi had chosen. They had a nice heel that would elongate his legs further, but they had enough grip on the soles so he would be able to move without worrying about slipping. The boots clung to his calves just right as he zipped them up to his knees. Light stood up and gave himself a long, fierce look in the mirror and cocked one hip.

Yes, I'm your naughty little Omega school boy, punish me. Light laughed out loud at the thought. What a cliche. He shook his head, continually amazed at what got these Alphas off.

"OMG! You look so good!" Light heard a squeal from the doorway behind him.

"Jeez, Gigi, learn how to knock." He said in exasperation to the girl. She clearly had no boundaries.

"And thank you, I know, right?" He winked at her. He was never really able to stay mad at the petite redheaded Beta for long.

"Alright, you're on in 20, ok? Make it rain baby!" She closed the door behind her.

Light turned back to the mirror, picking up some gold eyeliner that would make his caramel colored eyes pop even more. "Bitch please, I'm gonna make it pour." He murmured with a smile to himself.

xxx

72 hours earlier.

"Someone is killing Omegas in the Kanto Region. Brutally murdering them, all seem to have one thing in common at first glance besides being Omegas. They are all dancers, strippers if you will." The synthesized voice said from the computer that displayed the letter L.

"Who cares about a couple of freaking strippers..." An Alpha in the back of the room full of police officers at the NPA muttered to himself. "...probably had it coming, sluts."

"Watari, could you please put me up on the large screen in the front of the room." The computer voice requested. The man clad in black proceeded to do so.

"Officer Nakajuru?" The computer said.

The man who had been muttering in the back sat up straight upon hearing his name. "Uh, yes, L? How can I help you?"

"Do you really think any one of these people had THIS coming?" L projected several images up on the screen of the crime scenes, displaying the graphic brutality that had been inflicted on the victims. One officer ran from the room wretching.

Officer Nakajuru swallowed hard, "No L."

"Good, I'm glad we're all on the same page." He took the images down and returned to the gothic L picture. "I have taken an interest in this case and have decided to assist in bringing the criminal to justice. I will be in contact with the NPA and will require assistance as needed in Japan when apprehension of the suspect is necessary." Murmurs were heard all around.

"I am already in Japan and in the process of setting up a base of operation, in the meantime, I would ask that the NPA research the victims for any other commonalities. Where they worked, who they socialized with, who were their regulars, what lives did they have outside of the club, etc."

"Detective Aizawa will lead up the task force on gathering this intel." said the Chief Director. "Please reach out to him as your main contact as necessary."

"Thank you Chief Director. I will be in contact again soon."

"L, is there a reason you didn't mention the other pattern of killings to the officers?" Watari inquired upon returning to the penthouse apartment they maintained in Tokyo for this kind of international case.

"I would rather not bias their perspective." The raven haired man said from his crouched position on the chair in front of the laptop, not turning around to answer the man. "They should be able to figure it out themselves. But perhaps they will provide some new ideas as well...it is doubtful, but always a possibility." He turned his head slightly and stopped typing. "As you know I may be slightly biased myself in thinking this may be related to him or a copycat at the least."

"Yes, but it is unlikely. The alphabetical nature of killings, the fact that they're Omegas like his mother, the way the bodies were..." Watari's voice trailed off. "We should've destroyed any trace of those archived files about his parents years ago...How he managed to get into the building and steal them out of storage I'll never know."

"B is incredibly resourceful, Watari."

"I just wish he'd never would've found out where his mom was coming back from that night she died in the train crash..."

"There was no sense of urgency to dispose of the files Watari. We thought we'd stopped him in L.A." L ran his hand through his hair. "When we were told he'd died in the asylum I knew it was too good to be true." He smiled sadly back at Watari. "We should've demanded to see the body."

L sighed, rubbing his hands over the dark circles under his eyes. "It just never seems to end with B. He's a cat with nine lives." And now he's taking his mommy issues out on Omega strippers...or using them as an excuse to committ these crimes at the very least.

"What letter do we believe the killer is up to now, regardless of whether it's B or not?" Watari inquired of the Alpha detective.

"Taking into account the bodies the police have discovered so far, the time estimated between killings once the bodies were autopsied and the length of time since we found the last one, I would guess he is probably on letter...H." L mused, popping a gummy bear in his mouth.

"I would suggest we focus on identifying well known strippers in the Tokyo area with stage names that begin with the letters I, J, or K and have surveillance started on them. Have Aiber do some leg work in the clubs, it seems right up his alley to have some Omegas grinding up on him." L said dismissively.

"Aiber is in Germany and won't be available for the next two weeks at least."

"Isn't there someone who we can send? We need this information..." L picked up a candy out of a nearby bowl and unwrapped it, popping it in his mouth.

"I agree, that's why you'll have to do it." Watari said firmly to the young man.

L gave a sullen look at the man. "Fine. Just assist me in finding the most likely targets, alright? I don't have time to visit every club in Tokyo. Let's narrow this down to a couple Omegas. Either B or this copycat is not being subtle, they are flashy and going for the big kill. These aren't no name strippers that no one's heard of, they're the headliners or at the least the top acts at the clubs. Ugh, this just screams of B crying for attention...my attention." L returned to focusing on his laptop.

"Within 48-72 hours we need to start reaching out to these Omegas or it's just going to mean even more bodies on the floor. Let's work on getting those names together Watari." L said quietly.