Thanks to all who reviewed! So, now that I'm on the second chapter, I'm thinking, "Wouldn't it be even more suspenseful if the readers saw the title of the chapter, and wondered, 'What's gonna happen?'" My answer: No. I'm too lazy to name chapters. Sorry for my laziness.
Disclaimer: Don't own Death Note.
Chapter 2
Near stared closely at the block as he placed it on top of the tower he had been building. He took another block and reached up. As much as he tried to reach, there was no way he would be able to reach while laying on his stomach. Near slid around to a sitting position with his knees brought up to his chest. Finally, he placed the block in his hand on the top of the tower.
He went to reach for another block when his hand stopped before he set it in place. Near just gazed at the block like it would answer his questions. Sighing, Near put it next to him and turned towards Gevanni. "What is Light Yagami's condition?"
Gevanni glanced back at the monitor before facing Near. "Light is still sleeping." His face suddenly became concerned. "He has been sleeping for eighteen hours. Should we wake him?"
Shaking his head, Near's eyes traveled to the monitor. "He stayed up for four days straight. They were all very stressful for him. He should be up soon but let him rest while he can."
Right on cue, Gevanni saw Light's head raise as he woke up. "I guess it is a little too late to let him keep sleeping." He chuckled nervously.
Near nodded. He went to turn around to continue his block tower when he noticed Halle looking at him. "Is there something wrong?" He questioned the female. Her face was blank but it soon began to look disgusted.
"Sir, I hate to argue but it seems like you are giving that murderer sympathy." She spoke, her hands were clenched together. "You know what he did. You can't feel sorry for him."
Near blankly stared at Halle as she spoke. He waited for her to stop before defending himself. "There is no way I would ever feel bad for him." Near took a block and stuck it on the one he had in his hand. "I am just making sure that he is not trying to damage himself. Knowing him, he will try to keep himself awake until he passes out from exhaustion again. He might get sick if he continues to do that." Near said. He found himself watching the monitors again. He began to wonder if Light was going to do anything. Not anything, as in moving, but anything to retaliate.
Light groaned loudly as he raised his head off the table. He hated the fact that he had to sleep in the uncomfortable chair. Plus, his only choices for his head were either letting it lay on his shoulder or the table. He was sure there was probably a large red mark on his face. Light reached up to scratch where his head had been on the table.
A small gasp escaped his mouth. They had untied his hands. Light glanced down to see that he was completely free from the chair. Had they really trusted him enough to untie him? He also felt a little stupid. He wished they had untied his hands before he had gone to sleep. Resting his head on his arms would have been a lot more comfortable than the hard plastic. But he was a still sleeper and he tended to not move while he slept.
Almost as if it amazed him, Light moved his arms around in front of him. They were stiff from being in the same position for three days. This was the first time that Light had noticed that he had been stripped of his suit jacked that he wore to the warehouse the other days. Now, he just sat in his white dress shirt and black pants. Light began to wonder what he had been thinking about for the past three days that distracted him enough to make him forget that he had been wearing the same clothes for a while now.
Light reached up and took off his tie. He threw it on the floor, not caring about it at the moment. Glancing at the camera in the corner of the room, Light now began to wonder what he was supposed to do.
Everything now seemed so... boring. For the past three days, all Light could think about was that either Near was going to give him the death penalty, or sometime now, he would die from his name being written in the death note. Now that he knew he wasn't going to die, for at least a while, Light did not know what to do. To put it simply, he was bored.
Light stood up, only to discover that his legs were weak from almost no use in the past few days. Now that Light thought about it, even if he had been able to stand up when he jumped up at Near, he probably would have fallen down. Light leaned on the table, trying to readjust his legs to his weight.
He then walked around the small room, which was basically one lap around the table. It made Light realized something. They had not placed him in a normal cell. Hell, it was not even a cell. They put him in a interrogation room. It was a small one, but it was defiantly an interrogation room. The table was nailed to the ground, there was enough room for just enough people to talk and a camera to watch.
Was it because they were going to make him work so he at least needed a table. Light would have actually preferred a cell. At least they had bed. Who knew, maybe it was another way to torture him.
Hearing the door click, Light's head flew around to look at it. Slowly, the white door opened and Near walked in, carrying a manila folder and a large bag. Light only noticed for a second before watching Near again. Near took a seat in the chair across from Light, bringing his knees up to his chest. He placed the folder on the table while he dropped the bag next to him.
"What's this?" Light asked, talking the folder and opening it. Inside we several records from, what Light assumed to be, criminal records.
"I'm sure you can tell that they are records and profiles." As Near spoke, Light began to search through the folder. Sure, he may have been Kira, but he was still part of the police and these things still interested him. "You need to go through them, organize them by crime, then name. Some still need their punishment decided. And that does not mean all death penalty." Near and Light both watched each other. They were looking into each others eyes, trying to see what the other was thinking. "They mainly need a determined time in a correctional facility. Since you are the one who has person experience with your career, I'll leave it all up to you."
Light sighed and nodded before looking down at the records. He spread them all out in front of him. There was about fourty files. Most of them were murder charges. Others were charged for rape, theft, or assult. Reading, Light noticed that there were a few who were in the same facility as him.
Something suddenly passed through his vision that broke Light out of his thoughts. Glancing up, Light saw the toy car that had passed by him. Near was driving a remote control car on the table while he was trying to work. He couldn't really be serious.
"What are you doing?"
"Driving my car, obviously." Near said, making the car raise on it's back two tires and begin spinning in place.
Now that his hands were free, Light wanted to punch Near for playing while Light had to do work. Of course, that would end in being tasered, tied back up and being put in solitary confinement for a long time. Instead, Light ignored him and continued organizing the files.
Light first did all the files of the people that were arrested for murder. When he had finished, he found that he had finished at least half of his files. Organizing by last name was hard for over twenty people but Light did it. He hoped that the other sections would be easier since they were smaller. It's not that this task was challenging, it was just that Light did not want to do it. He was being handed work that the fat cops that worked in the offices were too lazy to do. Then again, Near probably asked them for their work.
The toy car that kept zooming past Light with it's little buzzing sound was beginning to make Light angry. It was a small table so Near could not go very with the car. When he got bored of driving back and forth, he began to do tricks with it. A child would have been amused but Light could not stand it.
Finally, when the car passed by him, Light snatched it off the table. He was about to throw it across the room when Rester entered the room. "Mr. Yagami. Please give Near his toy back." Now he was being talked to like he was a child? It tempted Light to throw it even more. He knew no twenty five year old man should never act like that but Light no longer cared. He was going nuts.
Light tried to calm down, taking deep breaths. Light quickly clicked the switch under the car to the 'off' position before placing it back on the table. He couldn't help but feel a little bit of satisfaction when Near moved the joysticks back and forth and got no response. It was short lived, because Near soon figured out the problem, but it still made Light a little happier.
He began to think why Rester knew exactly when to come in. It couldn't have been a coincidence, since the man had already the room. So, Near was there for surveillance and Rester was there for Near's security. Light growled softly.
Calming down again, Light took a deep breath. Breathing in through his nose, Light noticed a sour smell. Suddenly, a bright blush crossed his face. He remembered that he hadn't taken a shower for four days and had been in same clothes for that period of time. Light was happy there wasn't a mirror anywhere around. He'd hate to see what he looked like.
Near seemed to see that Light was uncomfortable with something. "What is it, Light?"
Light laughed nervously. He wasn't worried when he asked to use the restroom but why was he nervous to ask to take a shower? Light sighed, wondering why he was being so weird. "Near, I wondering I would be able to take a shower. I feel kind of... gross."
Near took a few seconds to think. He then nodded his head and smirked slightly. He stood up from his chair. "I will have Gevanni lead you to the shower room in a few minutes. We will bring you a change of clothes." He told Light before leaving the room.
Waiting patiently, Light stood up and leaned on the wall next to the door. Minutes later, the door slowly opened. "Follow me, Mr. Yagami."
Light opened the door more and walked out. The man named Gevanni was someone Light had only seen once, which was at the warehouse. If Light could remember correctly, Near had said that he was the man who had switched the notebooks. He chuckled quietly, he was just another one of Near's lackeys.
Gevanni led Light through many halls. Light tried to remember the place but it felt like they were going in circles. Then again, the man could have been leading him in circles on purpose to make him lose his place. Finally, Gevanni opened a door and Light followed.
The room was a locker room. Though, all of the lockers were abandoned and empty. All except one, which had clothes in it. "A towel is by the opening of the showers. Clothes are in there. I'll be waiting outside the door." Gevanni turned on his heel to leave but stopped. "Near wanted me to tell you to take as long as you want." With that, the man left the room.
Light drifted over to the showers. It was an area seperated by the locker room by a wall with an open space to walk in. Several shower heads poked through the walls. The blue tile walls were cracked and dirty and the floor was even worse. Still, Light had to be happy that he was at least able to shower.
He quickly removed his clothes and placed them outside of the shower. Staring down at his hand, Light frowned at the bandages. Matsuda had shot him in the hand multiple times. As he removed the bandaging, he was disgusted by the hideous marks left from the bullets. He placed the bandages on top of his clothes and walked into the shower.
The floor was cold on his bare feet and the cold air gave him goosebumps. Light twisted on one of the faucets. It took a few seconds for the water to come out and when it did, Light jumped back, avoiding the cold water. Sighing, he waited for the water to warm.
Once it was warm, the water felt good on Light's skin. He was beginning to feel much cleaner. As his eyes searched the room, Light noticed a bar of soap and a bottle of shampoo. Both had no scent at all but it was better than nothing. After shampooing and while Light was cleaning himself with the soap, Light began to look around to see if there was anything else that was odd.
In one of the corners, there was what appeared to be mold. Light grimaced at the sight of the fungi. There was nothing that seemed weird. There were leak marks on the ceiling and in one of the corners, there was a small black circle that seemed to be floating. At once, Light's eyes went wide. It couldn't be...
"Near!" Light shouted, keeping a close eye on the circle.
"Yes, Light?" Light felt his mind shatter at that moment. The man had planted a camera in the shower! In the freaking shower! He understood that there were ways that Light could attempt to escape or contact someone if he was alone but he needed his privacy. Light turned around, trying to cover himself. "It is a little too late for that, Light. Sorry for interrupting you."
The team watched Light slowly sink down to his knees, then to a sitting position. "Is he alright?" Rester asked, watching the monitor with Near. "He kind of looks like he's-"
"He appears to be stressed." Near said monotonously. "My guess is that he never expected to be under watch 24/7 and it is starting to break him down. Though, breaking him down is just what we want." His eyes stayed glued to the monitors as he played with a piece of his hair. After a minute, Near spun in his chair over to where Halle was staring at the monitors that watched over Light's containment room. "There is nothing happening in there. Light is in the showers."
"I know that." Halle said, keeping her head low.
"It would be much more helpful if you were over here."
"You and Rester are already watching him." Her voice was quiet. "I'll just wait over here."
Near shrugged. "Whatever you prefer."
Light laughed happily as he walked down the streets. There was nothing in front of him but an open road. Nothing in his way. Light glanced over his shoulder to see thousands, no millions, following him. They were all crying out for him. Everyone had happy, smiling faces as they followed him. Among the people who were closely following him were Misa and Mikami.
The massive group continued to follow Light up a large mountain. Once Light had reached the top, he looked down at all of his followers. They were all watching him, calling for him, worshiping him. Below him, but above the others, Misa and Mikami watched the group. He laughed loudly and raised his hands. The people cheered even louder. Light had won. He was God.
Suddenly, the mountain began to fall apart. The millions of people disappeared along with the stone. Light began to panic as he looked around. Where did everyone go? Not even Mikami or Misa were around. He went to look down to see that there was nothing but white below him. He had no where to go.
Turning around to check behind him, Light was suddenly sent backwards. He thought he was going to fall off the mountain when he discovered there were barriers stoping him from falling.
Light looked up in the sky to see a giant eye was watching him. Then, Light realized it. The barriers were not to help him from falling. They were to keep him in place. The mountain had disappeared from under him.
He had already fallen.
"Light."
Light's eyes snapped open as he woke with a soft gasp. He raised his head off his arms to see Near standing at the doorway with another folder.
"Light, are you up?"
Even though Light couldn't tell, he had a pained look in his eyes. He stood up and Near took a step back, afraid he might do something. Meanwhile, Light stretched in placed. He looked down at his clothes. He was wearing the white t-shirt and the black sweatpants they had given him to wear a few days ago. They were somewhat comfortable but he was a little cold. "I'm up." He said quietly before sitting back down.
"Good." Near said cautiously as he set the folder on the desk. "I have your work." He took a seat in his normal chair. Light just nodded and took the folder, starting his work with a word or any protest.
Near watched the brunette with confusion. What was that sad look he had seen in his eyes as he woke up? The apathy? The quiet voice? Near began to clench his fists until his knuckles were white. This couldn't be. He expected Light to be much more stronger. But if he were as strong as Near had thought he had been, why was he showing signs of giving up?
N/A: Yes, Near is much as a spying perv as L. XD
Thus ends my story! I'm kidding! (Don't kill me! It was a joke!) I should have an update up about every week... So sorry I'm not as fast as most people.
And sorry this chapter was so uneventful. I guess I needed a small filler for the time being. Don't worry! More things will happen in future chapters so don't give up on me!
Until next time!
