A Criminal of Justice

Light opened his eyes. A grey, damp-ridden wall greeted his vision. He blinked several times and sat up, groaning slightly. The bed was hard, everything ached and he couldn't remember how he got there. Rubbing his eyes slightly, he looked around curiously. The sight of stone walls and steel bars lay before him.

"W-what..." He stuttered, his eyes growing wider and his brow furrowing "I-it can't..."

"HEY BE QUIET IN THERE" a voice ordered from the direction of the only light source. Light turned towards it. There stood a door with a window-like section present, but metal bars obscuring what may have been outside. He stood and walked to the window. Outside showed a corridor with more doors. "So you're finally up, ey?"
A guard blocked the view out of the window, and they came face to face. Light swallowed and looked around nervously, his eyes adjusting to the newfound darkness caused by the guards' obstruction.

"Where am I?" He asked, his voice trembling. He knew the answer. He knew most things; he was a genius after all. But there was something unsettling about his conclusion that he refused to believe. The old man laughed, leaving Light standing there unsure at what had triggered the outburst.

"You're under the old lock an' key" he chuckled slightly, one that lingered in the air for too long, causing goosebumps to form on Lights neck "that's what happn's to criminals."

It all came back to him. He finally understood.

He gulped: his throat bone dry.
"B-but" he stammered, staggering backwards. His gaze falling to the ground with realisation. The guard frowned.
"Hmm? Regretting anything?"
His head darted up- making direct eye contact with the guard again. His brow furrowed.
"Don't mock me: don't you know who I am? I am not a criminal. I am ju-"
"QUIET YOU BAG OF DIRT." Light visibly deflated. "Know your place or your execution will be rescheduled to today."
The young man's eyes widened and his mouth gaped open. Execution he thought my execution... Afraid to make another sound, he closed his mouth and retreated back to his ancient bed.
"Thought so." The guard sniggered before also retreating from the small window.

The eerie silence that engulfed the cell enhanced the thoughts that ran through Lights mind. Conflicts on what he'd done wrong and how he could escape continuously strung through his head, crowding his sense of logic with frustration. There was little opportunity to escape from his position: alone, in the dark, with a guard for company. Anger clouded his vision. He brought his head to his hands, demanding the useless voice in his head to go away. But no such peace came.

His only hope was sleep.

"No. 23985." a voice drifted into his mind "... Mr Light Yagami?"
Lights eyes fluttered open. The room was lighter. So they do have lights in the rooms? He chuckled slightly. Remembering the voice and where he was, Light turned over in his bed to see the cell door opened slightly, a person standing in the opening. He sat up slightly to get a better view. Lights brows furrowed and he looked upon the visitor with confusion. Sensing this, the man continued.
"If you could follow me, I'd like to discuss something with you." Light remained cautious. If he wanted a chat, why not have it in here, it's not like there's anyone else here. He thought, not wanting to voice his opinion on the grounds of staying out of trouble. Reluctantly, he got up, his body aching once again. The guard from earlier opened the door wider, entering the cell whilst brandishing a set of handcuffs.

Light's face paled. Handcuffs...

Quickly, he turned around, allowing the officer to restrain his hands, before turning back around. The man at the door gestured for him to follow and stepped aside to allow space for his exit. Light walked out of the cell. The corridor resembled his current room: it was plain, angular and obviously not cared for.
Without saying a word, the man walked down the corridor, away from his cell. Light followed. He seemed to be wearing a white lab coat and appeared to be in his mid-50's, his age showing through the various wrinkles gracing his features. The man obviously meant business due to the ink staining his right hand. But this could also suggest his lack of experience in hand to hand combat due to the amount of paperwork he had to fill in. Smirking, Light weighed his options as he followed desk guy through the building. He clenched his fists, moving his hands around as to feel the extent to which he was restrained. The answer: not a lot. Taking a breath to brace himself for a quick attack, Light stumbled to a halt as desk guy suddenly stopped ahead of him. He unclenched his fists. Desk guy turned to face him, sighing slightly
"We're here," he gestured to a door and unlocked it with a card, causing it to open widely "after you". Light nodded and passed desk guy whilst entering the room.
"Don't try anything funny..." He heard him whisper. Lights eyes widened
Damn it had been so long since he'd had to read someone. I'm out of practise.

The room he entered was slightly more up kept than the rest of the building he had experienced. Up kept meaning: there wasn't any mould. In fact, there was even a frosted window to the outside... Which was obstructed by those same annoying metal bars. The room mainly held a desk of sorts with a couple of chairs, filing cabinets and a Sakura branch in a plant pot in the corner. Desk guy closed the door with a click and nodded towards the chair closest to Light
"Take a seat." He said, the remnants of a smile on his lips. Light reluctantly obeyed whilst the other guy walked around the desk and sat there instead. They sat there for a couple of seconds, not saying anything as Light studied desk guy, who studied the files in front of him. He looked up from the paper, his face devoid of expression yet somehow still warming.
"I'm Doctor Yurushi. And you're Light Yagami I believe?" Light nodded slowly "I know what you've been through, what you've done and why you're here. Of course you know too. My job however is to help you prepare for your final day, which L said he wanted you to redeem yourself a bit-"
"L?" Light interrupted in disbelief. It can't be. L's dead. I'm the one who killed him! Yurushi exhaled deeply and continued
"Yes, L." He leaned back slightly in his chair "In fact, although I was against it, he's made an appointment to speak to you tomorrow. If you're good that is,"

Light continued to stare at him, shock consuming his being. Stop believing him you idiot. He thought Of course it couldn't be L. This is probably just a test or something...
Feeling a sharp stab of pain under his handcuffs, Light winced, breaking his gaze on the doctor.
"Back onto topic then," the doctor proceeded, leaning forward and clasping his hands together "how are you feeling today, Light?"
The criminal looked up again, confused by the man's words. Tired of holding his tongue, he proceeded.
"Why would you care; you're going to kill me anyway."
The doctor raised his eyebrows
"That's a bit harsh now isn't it? It's my job and personal interest to know of your wellbeing, especially if there's anyway I can help you." Light let out a laugh.
"Help me? You could say that again..." He snapped "if your intentions were to help me then you should never have brought me here in the first place."
"Now Light," he began, his tone getting serious "if I wanted to argue with you, I would have chosen a more interesting topic. I'm here to support you. But, if you don't want that help then I suggest that you should be escorted back to your cell. "
He got out of his chair and walked towards the door.
"If you would fo-"
"Wait..." Light hesitated, visibly showing signs of him mentally punishing himself. The ageing man stopped and turned to face Light, his eyebrows raised in curiosity "my, uh... my hands hurt."
Yurushi smiled, taking a step towards him.
"Oh... Is that so?"

Light walked down the corridor back to his cell, his gaze at the floor. A security officer walked ahead and behind him. He assumed that earlier, the lack of security was present to provide him with a false sense of security, one that would encourage him to talk. Weirdly, it may have worked.
After complaining about his hands, Light hadn't said another word, ashamed at his weak tongue. Obviously Dr. Yurushi sensed this and stopped asking questions.

Light stepped inside his cell. The guard released his hands from the handcuffs and locked his door. Once again he was all alone. He looked down at the hands that had caused him so much trouble. Bandages lay intertwined across his tender skin. Bandages given to him by that sick man...
He wasn't lying when he said they hurt. In fact, his whole body hurt, but his hands were the one thing that came to mind first. That damn Matsuda. Why couldn't he have used his head for once and maybe I wouldn't be in this situation. Instead I'd still have his dignity, power and pride. The correct ideals would still be put into place and justice would be dealt. God. I was god. And now what...

Light clenched his fists, his breath quickening with the frustration of losing everything. He looked around quickly, the new light revealing what could be another chance. He had to escape. He had to become god once again.

But there was nothing there. There was about as much chance of escape from that cell as there was with Misa saying something intelligent. Yes, when they next released him from his cell, that's when he would make a run for it. His devout followers would just have to wait for him until then.

-a/n-

So I don't know what possessed me to write this, I guess I'm just in too deep.
There will be plenty of chapters to come, don't worry ;) and I have no idea where the plot's going to go, but I guess that's part of the fun