Yet another chapter to this strange fanfiction!
I do not own Death Note!
Soichio Yagami stared at his hands, noticing that they were shaking violently. He was sitting in a dimly lit room, the only light coming from several TVs, and had only two people for company. Well, he guessed only one, because the other one seemed too busy to acknowledge him.
Matsuda, a fellow police man of Soichio, sat in the far corner on a small chair. He was gazing into his memory, searching for any that had Sayu in it. He came up with one with her bright, smiling face that warmed his heart. He could not believe she was dead. Matsuda used to have feelings for her. No, wait, what was he thinking? He still had feeling for her.
He stared at Sayu's caring face for a few seconds longer. Suddenly, a different picture popped into his mind. It was of a handsome face ruined by a smile that was like a cats. The scowling face was covered in beads of sweat, and the mouth moved to form a confession.
Matsuda opened his eyes. He did not want to remember that.
Soichio clenched his fists and grumbled how he would get revenge on this man, luckily they were too quiet for Matsuda to hear, because if he did he would be scarred for life. The anger boiled over in the chief's mind, ready to burst at any given moment,
"When I find the bastard who killed my daughter I'll—"
Soichio's thoughts were cut short as Watari held a silver tray with a small teacup and a few sugar cubes on it.
"Would you like some tea, Yagami-san?"
Soichio angrily flung an arm and bashed it into the underside of the silver platter, which flew out of a surprised Watari's arms and smashed against the wall, leaving tea, sugar, and broken china on the floor and wall.
Matsuda, just being Matsuda, covered his head with his hands as if God himself would strike him with a lightning bolt.
L sat calmly in his scrunched up position, twiddling his toes and slightly knawing a lollipop, which he recovered from his mountains of sugary sweets that were laid on his desk.
"I can understand that you are mad, Yagami-san, but please do not take it out on my china," L said, his eyes glowing from the light of the several TV screens.
"Understand? How can you begin to understand how I feel, Ryuzaki?"
L took a lollipop and began to stir his tea with it. "It may be true, Yagami-san, that I may show no emotions, but that does not mean I have none. I have no children, so it is true that I have not let learned the loss of a child. But I do know loss, Yagami-san." L stuck the lollipop in his mouth.
Soichio stared at L's back for a moment. He began to calm down and allowed his muscles to relax. "I am sorry, Ryuzaki. My emotions seem to take the better of me now-a-days . . . but," –tears began to flood his eyes—"two children. I have lost two children. First Light, now, Sayu. Maybe my family truly is cursed."
"I am not a man to fear ghosts, but yes, you seem to be very unlucky," L said this without realizing the damage of his words.
Soichio stood up harshly.
Matsuda decided to interfere: "Chief, I think you should go home and rest. Your wife must be lonely."
Soichio nodded. "I think you are right. Goodbye, Matsuda, Watari . . . Ryuzaki."
"Mmm, yes. Goodbye, Yagami-san," L mumbled. "Oh, Yagami-san, I would like to tell you that these things that have been happening are not your fault. Light chose his own course, albeit even if that course was to become God. Sayu was just being herself. You can not expect children to always stay locked up forever."
Soichio's eyes widened. These words were almost exactly the same as the man who had answered Sayu's phone that one dreadful night.
"Chief?" Matsuda mumbled.
"L can you promise me something—"
L was already one step ahead. "Yes, Yagami-san, I promise I will find Sayu's murderer."
Soichio nodded and stood up, gathering his things and slowly walking towards the door, he stopped short, turned to L and mumbled.
"Sorry about you tea cup, I apologize." L did not turn to look at, just waved him off in a forgiving manner. Soichio quickly left to tend to his wife's broken heart.
The ride home for Yagami-san was painful and lonesome, and the memories of driving his children around when they were younger, light, a bright, happy child, turned out to be a sadistic mass murderer, and his baby girl, with her random fits of giggles and arguing with her brother, was now cold and lifeless. He wanted to believe all was a dream; all is as it should be. That Light was still in College, getting his major in criminology, and Sayu, just finishing High School. His eyes teared up so much, it made driving impossible so he had to stop on the side of the road and regain his composure. Once the car was safely stopped, Soichio slumped himself over the steering wheel and began to sob. People say crying makes you feel better, that it gets all the sad out. This was true in Soichio case, but it was happiness or feelings of comfort.
All that was left was cold, blind hatred.
We should like win some award for this story; it is so amazing!
I'm kidding, but the parts that NoahsArkCircus wrote are really amazing!
Believe it or not, trading the computer back and forth in the middle of the night and writing a fanfiction is quite hard. We both have different ideas on how we wanted to continue with the story, but i think it came out pretty good.
Want to argue with me on that? Go right ahead!
Review and flame me for all the mistakes i did!
Oh, and that reminds me of another thing. I did not take the time to proof read this, so i am terribly story for any mistakes!
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