AN: Remember, "Normal Type" is speaking Japanese, "Bold Italic" is speaking English, and 'italic' is thinking. Please enjoy!
CH. 1 Invasion
Click. Whhhhhhiiiir…
Matsuda opened his eyes and blinked. He lay for several seconds in the soft bed, rubbing his eyes wearily. He pondered for moment what had in fact awoken him, but came up empty-handed. He rolled over. Rain drummed the tinted plate-glass window relentlessly. It had only let up the day before, for Ryuzaki's… funeral. It pained Matsuda to even think about the death of the detective. Somehow it made him feel like if Ryuzaki – if L – had really and truly failed – died, been murdered… lost – then there was absolutely no way to stop Kira, and absolutely no point whatsoever to this relentless game.
Thinking of the raven-haired detective made Matsuda's eyes brim with tears. He could almost imagine that his death had been nothing but a dream… or a nightmare. That even now the quiet whir of the computers was due to the insomniac's relentless search for justice, and tomorrow when Matsuda padded softly into the work area, yawning, Ryuzaki would be there, already on the case.
Wait.
The computers?
Matsuda frowned. If he focused on it he could just barely hear the metallic whir of the state of the art computers that had sat, for the past few days, unused by anyone, over the soft drum of rain.
Matsuda sat up. He strained his ears over the rain, listening intently. He could hear an almost constant tapping… someone typing on the computers. It was probably Light, he thought, and felt his heart soften slightly. 'He must not be able to sleep, so he's working…' Matsuda smiled. Maybe it would be nice to pay him a visit? He thought of Light, staring at the computer through grief-filled eyes. How brave he was, to dedicate himself so fully to the capture of Kira even after what had happened to L! Someone like that deserved something nice… maybe a cup of coffee. Matsuda pictured the grateful expression on the teenager's face as he handed him a cup of steaming hot coffee. 'Thank you Matsuda… You know, you really do work hard, and even if no one else sees it, I do.'
Well, maybe thatwas a bit of an exaggeration… but no matter.
With a yawn Matsuda lifted himself off of the mattress and stretched, reaching his arms high up above his head. He tiptoed out the door and down the hall. It wasn't actually that far to the main work area from Matsuda's room, which was probably why he'd been able to hear the computers. As he walked down the hallway the tapping grew louder. Matsuda wondered how anyone could type that fast… it almost seemed to be one constant noise, not hundreds of smaller ones. The bluey-white glow from the screens was also getting brighter, and Matsuda had to blink several times when he peered around the corner.
"Light-kun?" he called, and the tapping stopped abruptly. Matsuda could see the screen now… well, screens actually. There was three, and as the person sitting in front of them shifted, Matsuda got a glimpse of what was on them.
The one in the center was black, white writing typing itself steadily across it at a pace that made Matsuda dizzy to look at. This one was the only computer that Matsuda recognized. He frowned. The other two were laptops, one showed a screen full of what looked like files, and the other what appeared to be some kind of first-person shooter game, paused.
"…Light?" He said again, more hesitantly. The person sitting in front of the computers turned slightly, and Matsuda started. At first he thought it was an alien, and yelped. The alien looked slightly startled, but otherwise watched him calmly, taking a drag off of its cigarette.
"ALIENS!" Matsuda shouted. "HELP!"
The alien turned back to its computers as Matsuda ran away down the hall, smirking.
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Light's eyes snapped open. Someone had just screamed…
There it was again, louder. Hurried footsteps, a furious pounding on the door.
"Light-kun! Something strange is in here!"
Light sat up and rubbed his eyes. "Matsuda?" he called, his voice still filled with sleep.
"Yes! Please open the door Light-kun! I think an alien broke in!"
Light frowned. Was the poor idiot having nightmares again? Wearily he heaved himself out of bed and walked over to unlock the door. Matsuda's frantic face was the first thing that met his eyes.
"Do you know what time it is, Matsuda?" he asked angrily.
"Light! Quick, hurry! Something's in here on the computers!"
Light sighed, massaging his temples. When he looked up the faces of the two other taskforce members staying in the building greeted him as well.
"What going on?" Mogi asked evenly, and Light shook his head.
"I have no idea. Matsuda said something about aliens."
"It's true! Really!!" His voice was nothing more than a frightened whisper, and he kept glancing over his shoulder and down the hall nervously, as if expecting something to come after them.
The chief frowned, lowering his voice as well. "What are you talking about, Matsuda? Why in God's name would there be an alien in this building at this time of night?"
Matsuda flushed. "W-well… It looked like an alien… with huge shiny eyes, sitting in front of the computers!"
Light and Soichiro exchanged glances, immediately tense. They all turned to face the end of the hallway, and, listening intently, Light could definitely hear the same sound that Matsuda had: a furious, constant tapping. Mogi looked at Light, who nodded. After being woken by Matsuda's racket, Mogi had grabbed the handgun lying on the end table near his bed, and now he took it out, cocking the hammer and taking the safety off. Soichiro looked nervously at his son, who didn't seem to notice.
With Mogi leading the way, all four men padded silently down the hall. Light could feel his pulse quickening, but he kept his head calm and collected. Why would someone sneak into their building? And, more importantly, how? Unless it was Aizawa, of course, but that wouldn't fit at all. The detective had jumped at the chance to spend even a few days with his family, and besides, he was the type of person to call before just dropping in…
They reached the corner of the hallway, and with a nod from Light, Mogi jumped out, the ready gun pointed at whoever was seated in front of the computers.
"Freeze!" he yelled. "Hands where I can see them!"
Soichiro had flicked on the light switch at the same time Mogi had jumped out, and the person cringed visibly.
Making a little 'tsk tsk' noise, he raised his hands and swiveled around in his chair to face Mogi. Now Light could understand why Matsuda had mistaken him for an alien: he wore some kind of glasses, driving goggles perhaps, that covered his entire eye up to the eyebrow, and reflected the light like a fly's.
Light, Soichiro and Matsuda stepped out warily, until all four men were surrounding the one in front of the three computers.
Behind the intruder, the black screen continued to type onto itself.
"Who are you?" demanded Soichiro. "How did you get in?"
"Jesus Christ, what's all the fucking noise about?"
The four taskforce members whipped around to face the boy who had just walked in, and Light felt an electric jolt in the bottom of his stomach. He was dressed completely in black, save for the red glass cross that hung around his neck. His hair was long; shoulder length, and straw coloured, and when he saw Light he flashed the same eerie grin he had in the cemetery.
"Good evening…" he said in English, then corrected himself. "Good evening? Better? Ah, well…I suppose we didn't really think this through, eh Matty?" he turned to the boy with the goggles, who shrugged. "Are you almost done?" the blonde asked, and the other boy shrugged once more.
"Excuse me, but what is the meaning of this?" Light asked, forcing his voice to remain even.
"Well seeing as we own this joint and all…ahem,seeing as we own this joint and all, we figured we better take a look around before we moved in, hm?" the blonde said loftily.
"Excuse me?"
"Yeah, well, we own this building. It belongs to us, you know."
"I'm afraid I don't know, actually," Light replied through gritted teeth. The goggled boy had turned back to the computers several minutes earlier to resume his incessant typing, and now the letters and numbers flashed across the screen quicker than ever.
"Oh." The blonde brought his hand up to his face and began to examine his nails. "Well, that's too bad, I guess. But whatever. Are you done yet?"
The boy in front of the computers waved his hand dismissively.
"What are you doing?" This time it was Soichiro who spoke, directing his words at the boy in front of the computers. "I hope you know that you are trespassing on private property, and I'm positive whatever you're doing right now is not legal!"
The goggled boy ignored him completely, and the blonde just laughed.
"Yeah yeah, that's nice and all… Jesus, would you hurry the fuck up?"
Mogi, who was still poised with the handgun pointed at the blonde boy, clenched his jaw. "You do know that we will be calling the police, and you will both be arrested?"
The blonde's smirked instantly changed into an cold frown. "Well, good for you, but I think Yagami-san will want to speak with us when we come back tomorrow, so…" He glanced toward the other boy, who had stopped typing and was gathering up all of the computer equipment he had brought, "…better not, then."
Light watched with masked fury as the boy in front of the computer stretched his arms and stood up, keeping a firm grip on the backpack that he had put all of his computers in. The blonde didn't even bother looking at him for confirmation before he turned on his heel and walked briskly out the door, the goggled boy struggling to keep up at his heels.
"Stop!" Mogi called, hesitating to run after the two intruders and instead looking at Light for the okay. Light clenched his fists, but did not acknowledge the other detective.
"Light, their getting away…" Soichiro whispered, but Light simply stood, still as stone.
Who were they? How had they broken in? These questions did not matter.
At that moment in time, the only thought that surfaced in Light Yagami's brain, was 'How dare they.'
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AN: Heh heh, I love Matsuda. Anyhoo… there you have it. Next chapter will be up soon. Personally I like the next chapter better than this one, so please stick around! (at least for a little while!) Now, I command you to REVIEW!! D:
Oh, and I almost forgot: a big thanks to my Mello, forevertwilightvampire, for reading this over and giving me some helpful suggestions.
