A/N: Good day to you all! I have been a dedicated fan of the emotional roller coaster that is Death Note, and decided the time was right for making my own little story for it! (Even though I should probably be updating my other story…) Just to let everyone know, this takes place during the Yotsuba Arc, so Light+Misa are still memory free. If you have not read Death Note Another Note: The Los Angeles BB Murder Cases, then you'll probably be a bit confused. Now enough with this note, moving along…
Disclaimer: Hmm, alright, I do not own any of these wonderful, and sometimes aggravating characters, or the series, or anything Death Note in general (except that lovely t-shirt I bought the other day, had L's face all over it :3).
The Kira case was coming to a dead end. L knew that the third Kira in the Yotsuba group was merely a pawn, a distraction if you will, orchestrated by the original Kira, who, L thought bitterly, they were still no closer to identifying. Kira had covered his tracks very well; however nothing was ever perfect. They just needed to find that one crack in his cover, and then Kira could be brought to justice.
L nibbled his thumb thoughtfully, and contemplated the little spark of an idea that had wormed its way into his mind the other night. It was risky, he knew, but wouldn't the possibility of success be worth it? L knew that any risks would be irrelevant if it could help solve the Kira case. However, he was only 15% certain that his plan would work without any difficulties.
L gazed at the small group of men working before him. It was definite that they needed a new lead, and quickly. While there was a 9% chance that Light Yagami was indeed Kira, there was absolutely no condemning evidence against him, at least, none that would hold in a court. L still couldn't shake that bad feeling he had whenever he glanced at the teenager.
No, they needed the assistance, much as it frustrated L to admit. It may come at a cost, but he would deal with the consequences later. If he was going to bring his backup plan into place, he would need to prepare immediately. There must be as little chance as possible for anything to wrong or they would be hunting not one, but two separate murderers.
L pulled out his phone quite suddenly, startling everyone else.
"Watari" L said, ignoring the looks of curiosity being sent towards him "I need you to contact the residence of our friend in L.A".
There was a brief pause on the other end of the line before Watari replied, "Of course L. May I ask why?"
"I believe that having a new perspective on the Kira investigation will assist us greatly. We can no longer afford to keep following empty leads." L said.
Light, who had been listening carefully to what Ryuzaki was saying, frowned. He suspected that last sentence was aimed towards him, and that Ryuzaki was still bitter over Lights supposed unproven guiltiness.
"L, are you certain that you wish to involve him? It may prove to be dangerous, and you know what will happen should he break loose" Watari asked. He couldn't stop that worry he felt, for the man he looked upon as a son of sorts.
"I have calculated the risks; however I am certain he will agree to work with us." L continued, "I wish to have him sent here as quickly as possible. There is no time to waste, and I would prefer to give him little opportunity to escape en route".
"If you are absolutely certain, then I will commence preparations immediately" Watari responded and ended the call.
"What was that all about Ryuzaki?" asked Matsuda.
L turned his deadpan stare from the computer he had been at to the young man.
"You will see".
On the other side of the world, in a maximum security prison near Los Angeles, a guard glanced nervously at the cell he was passing by.
Everyone in the prison knew that cell held one of the most frightening, and dangerous, prisoners, one Beyond Birthday, who had committed the Wara Ningyo Murders a couple of years before. Since Beyond Birthdays arrival at the prison, he had been kept on 24 hour surveillance, in near total isolation.
As the guard stole a look into the low lit cell, he could make out a shadowy figure in the far corner, barely visible, however the eyes glowed slightly, an ominous red against the dark.
The eyes narrowed, in amusement, and the prisoner stepped forward to the front of the cell. The guard tried not to think of the prisoner, or that there was only a thin line of bars separating himself from Beyond Birthday.
"Terence DeLouis" Beyond Birthday grinned "I haven't seen you in a while". His eyes flickered to a spot just above Terence's head. "Shorter and shorter by the second. Such a pity" he cackled.
Terence wanted to just walk away, but it felt as though he were almost hypnotized, frozen to the spot.
Suddenly the prisoners eyes bugged out and his hands flew to his chest. Beyond Birthdays breaths became raspy, and he collapsed.
Terence stared at Beyond for a moment, then snapped out of it.
"Sir, we have a situation, possible heart attack in 24502. Requesting a medic team" he spoke quickly into the walkie talkie he had grabbed from his pocket.
"Another heart attack? Hold on, we'll be right there".
Terence placed the device back into his pocket, and carefully made his way over to the collapsed man, who was lying very still on the ground.
He crouched down, cautiously moving towards the cell bars.
"Hey," he said "you still awake?"
There was nothing but silence from Beyond Birthday. Terence was getting very nervous; had he just witnessed another victim of the now infamous Kira?
Suddenly, the sound of voices, and pounding footsteps from down the hall made him stand again, and turn his head away from the cell.
By doing that though, he missed the small smirk that flashed across Beyonds face.
"Down here!" Terence called out, glancing at Beyond.
The guards and medics rushed towards them, the guards standing by in the event Beyond Birthday awoke.
Terence opened the cell door, and the medics moved into the cell. What none of them were expecting however, was that the moment one of the men bent down to check for a pulse, Beyond reached up and slammed his hand against the man's forehead, instantly knocking him out.
Beyond gave a wicked smirk as he escaped the confined space, moving like lightning into the hall where the 3 guards were only just drawing their guns.
"Beyond Birthday, move back into your cell or we will be forced to-" one of the men started to shout, but he was cut off by Beyond, who had kicked his legs out from under him, causing the man to fall heavily to the ground.
Beyond took this opportunity to relieve the man of his gun, and shot the other two in the legs, thus insuring they would no longer hinder his breakout.
"You are very lucky, I don't believe in breaking clocks that have lots of time to tick" Beyond cackled.
Terence had been watching the horrific scene before him begin and end faster than he could blink. He numbly watched the killer laughing madly as it finally registered that he still had a gun, and began to draw it.
Before he could begin to lift it however, another crack rang through the hallway, and Terence looked down at the red stain that was blooming across his chest. He took one moment to look up at Beyond Birthday, who was mockingly waving good-bye to him.
"I warned you your numbers were almost up" Beyond shook his head grinning as the man took his final breath, and finally died.
Beyond knew that the shouting, not to mention the sound of gunshots, would quickly draw more guards to his location, further ceasing any possibility of his escape. He looked back at the conscious medics still cowering in the cell, and then at the one he had knocked out earlier, tilting his head thoughtfully.
Beyond quickly moved down the hallway in his new medic's uniform, thinking nothing of the now unconscious men in the relocked cell.
Make a left, then a right, and then another right, he thought absentmindedly directing himself, while focusing more on keeping an eye out for any more guards. He had a very useful knack for memorizing directions, even though he had not been out of his cell for quite some time.
Keeping his head low, murmuring "Good evening" in response to the greeting he received, it did not take him long to reach the front entrance.
"Hey! Where do you think you're going?" one guard called out, jogging over to Beyond, who had covered quite some ground and was almost to the front gates of the prison.
"Just finished work for the day sir" Beyond responded in a cheerful voice. Seeing the man didn't look convinced, he rolled his eyes and bolted for the gates, pulling out his gun and blowing the man's hand apart as he ran.
Shouts erupted all around him, and guards were suddenly pouring out from nowhere. Unfortunately for them, Beyond had just 'taken care of' the men at the gates, which were now automatically closing behind him, and disappeared into the darkness.
Gah, short chapter I know, I'm sorry-fear not, the next one shall be longer! Yes, I know most prisons probably don't have bars, but let's just ignore that fact, hmm? (And as you can plainly tell, I'm not much of a fight scene writer -.-) Do not forget to make sure you let me know what you think, whether it's a compliment, correction, or any other thoughts :)