The rest of the day and night dragged. There was nothing to do and no one to talk to. The same blank four walls greeted him each time he awoke after accidentally falling asleep. The only variation to the day was the lights suddenly turning off: the only indication of what time of day it could be.

When the lights next turned on, Light was already awake. His stomach was growling and he realised he hadn't eaten. The damn jail said they wanted to help him but they cou-
"23985." Light's head snapped up. The door had opened, revealing the guard, handcuffs in hand. "Get up."
Light stood, stretching his back then wincing. He'd forgotten how much everything ached. The guard approached him, chaining his hands in front of him this time. He then cuffed his ankles together. Light winced, this is new. He then walked out of the cell, leaving Light to follow. He shuffled down the corridor, the cuffs making movement difficult and causing him to stumble a couple of times. Another guard followed from behind when they started making their way down the corridor, resting a hand on Light's shoulder which reminded him of his presence.

"Ah, there you are," Dr Yurushi joined them enroute "Listen, I thought this'd be for the best so be good okay?" He disappeared into a room, leaving Light very confused as he followed the guards. He looked around to see where they were going but a baton nudged with his face, forcing him to keep his eyes forward. They approached a door. The first guard glanced at Light and then the other escort, before opening it with the click of a security card.

Lights eyes widened. Inside lay table upon table, some of which had people sat around it... eating.

That's when Light fully realized what he was wearing. The other inmates donned blue, orange and yellow jumpsuits. The mass murderer looked down at his own jumpsuit and saw brown. Brown. The hell does this mean?!

"Hey, do you-" he started to inquire, then looked up, only to notice that the guard wasn't paying attention to him and was instead at a serving station. This consisted of a metal gauze with a hole only big enough for the exchange of plastic trays holding his much awaited food. The escort picked up a tray and walked to the nearest table, dumping the tray down and stared at Light. Light met his eyes and walked towards him, sitting at the table with the not-quite-food in front of him.

Light picked up the chopsticks from the tray, holding both hands next to each other due to his restricted mobility from the handcuffs. On his tray sat the remnants of regurgitated pasta, made and eaten by a five-year-old. Grimacing, he took a bite of the 'food' and let its sour presence contaminate his mouth. Yes, it was abnormal. Yes, it made him shudder slightly. But it was edible, and he was hungry. Not wanting to concentrate on the pile of vomit on his tray, Light looked up, away from the food.

That's when he noticed it: the many pairs of eyes that followed his every move.

Freezing slightly, Light stared ahead, startled by the sudden attention. Lowering his gaze, he went back to eating his food, heat rising to his face from the unwanted attention. Although he tried to mask his actions, his movements were slightly jerky and rigid with the knowledge of the attention on him.
"Hey you." A voice interrupted his thoughts "I haven't seen you around here before. You new?"
Light glanced up in-between bites. A young man stood on the opposite side to the table. Thinking better than to ignore him, Light stared as his food again, intimidated by the inmates piercing stare.

"Looks like it" he said, chewing on some green stick-shaped thing. That's when he fully comprehended the silence that engulf the entire hall. The young man leaned on the table, looking intently at the unfamiliar face of the new inmate.
"You've got some guts to be locked up when Kira's around..." Light slowed and looked up again. Of course, everyone knew about Kira. But there was no way of telling he was Kira… right? Well, maybe L and Near figured it out, but surely no one else... right? Not wanting to look startled and to avoid suspicions, he lowered his gaze to stare at the table, and put his chopsticks down. He was going for the oh shit, you're right: I'm going to die mask. The criminal sat down opposite him.
"So, what's your name?" He asked. Light mentally frowned, keeping his placid mask firmly in place. Should I give him an alias? He thought ... no. That would only raise suspicions if they found out. I doubt they've got access to the news, so I don't think they'll work out that my arrest is classified. Also if they spread my name as a criminal, Kira won't kill me.

"Light Yagami." He answered. He looked up to make eye contact with the blonde man. He didn't recognize him, meaning that he'd either appeared in the news since his own arrest, or he was letting Mikami do more of Kira's job than he realized. "What's yours?"
The blonde smiled and extended a hand towards him.
"Yuto Gohara, it's a pleasure" his voice brimmed with sarcasm. Light internally cringed I cant bloody shake your hand can I?! Fucking get me out of these handcuffs if you want to actually do something helpful for once. The inmates gaze transferred beyond Lights face, where his smile and hand dropped. Light looked at him, confused. Did I say that out loud?
Suddenly a hand clasped Light's shoulder causing him to wince.
"C'mon, let's go." He stole a glace behind himself to see one of the guards looking down at him. Sighing, Light got up and make eye contact with Yuto before following the guard out of the cafeteria door.


Dr Yurushi's office had a strange smell to it.

It bugged Raito. He could see the air freshener placed slap-hazardly upon the doctor's barren desk and it annoyed him. The scent, although fresh, was so artificial it tugged at his lips, threatening him to cringe in its presence. Maybe that was the doctor's intentions, to force his patients to complain, thus starting a conversation. No, that's too planned, too clever… he was probably just self-conscious of the stench that radiated from his dead cube. It was so lifeless; he wouldn't be surprised if something was rotting away in there.

"So, how did it go?" The doctor asked, smiling slightly at the mass murderer.
"It went how any lunch should go." Light answered. A moment passed between them. Light continued to stare ahead, emotion devoid on his features. The doctor probably expected him to elaborate a bit, or describe the many thoughts and feelings that graced his mind as he numbly chewed on processed junk. Dr Yurushi contemplated his position then stood.

"Say Light," he said, causing Light to watch his every move "if you'd care to follow me."
Light paled "I'm not going back there am I?" The doctor hesitated.
"Well, yes." The criminal's eyes widened slightly, before his gaze lowered again, his face growing dark. He stood, following Yurushi out of his office and towards the cell. He unlocked his handcuffs and closed the door, leaving Light alone in the cell again.


"Yagami Raito" The jumbled voice made him shiver, made his breath hitch. He'd recognize that voice anywhere. It was the voice of the one who should be dead. Light turned around, startled, but no one was there.

Maybe I'm going crazy; maybe it's just in my head. Then he noticed it, the camera in the corner of the ceiling. How long has that been there? He rolled his eyes slightly at the invasion of his privacy. I guess it's protocol.
"I trust that Dr Yurushi notified you of my visit?" The voice continued, penetrating the silence that blanketed the room. Light lowered his gaze and slumped to the ground, ignoring the detective. It's not a visit though, is it? He brought his hands to his wrists, tracing where the handcuffs had once been. The bandages still lay on them and his hands, covering his wounds. The handcuffs had irritated the delicate skin under them.

"Raito, I know you can hear me." The voice persisted.

Light gave a frustrated sigh and his arms fell to his sides. His head snapped up; glaring at the camera. "Honestly, there's no need for that attitude, but I guess it's justified considering the circumstances."

Light grimaced, willing the voice to piss off and leave him alone.

"Light. How are you settling in?" Light suppressed a groan, seriously not in the mood for small talk with people who he was meant to have killed. This definitely wasn't L. L would have gotten straight to the point. Or at least made successful small talk- successful at making him either humiliated or frustrated. This was neither. This was void of any emotion, so Light replicated that in his response; a response void of anything at all.

"Hmm…" The voice continued "Not very talkative today are we?" The machine although monotonous, sounded mildly annoyed.
"Never mind," Light felt a smile threaten his flawless blank expression. Whoever it was, they deserved it. He was winning. "Just thought I'd let you know I'm burning the notebooks." Kira's eyes widened, his mouth falling apart slightly. His façade had broken, but it didn't matter.

"You what?!" He spat out, clenching his fists.

"Oh, so you can talk…" The voice stated. Light growled, wanting to scream, to thrash, to show the camera pure hell, but he had a reputation to keep up and he didn't want to allow them to see the pain caused by this threat. "You won't be needing the notebook anymore, and neither will I. Some say you're smart, so I guess you've already considered this outcome."

Kira settled with a more restrained non-physical approach of retaliation.
"Fuck you"

"…Well Light," The voice continued. "I thank you for your time; although it may seem as though you haven't got much left." Light growled, that was crossing a line.

"I'll notify you of my next visit when the time comes, until then," And just like that Light was left with silence once again.

-a/n-

Well, sorry for the wait :s but I've officially finished my end of year exams, so I'll be free for a while (*celebrates*) I bet my teachers thought I'd be doing something productive with this extended time off... yeah right xD
Anyway, I have a feeling of what I want in the next chapter, so that should be underway soon. And if I don't get distracted by art, it should be up next week some time c:

In other news I have (and have had for a while) a Death Note Spotify playlist, and the song which I think illustrates this pretty nicely is 'Piano Wire Number 12' by SHONE. It has character, I recommend it ;)
As for the playlist, since FF hates links, just search 'Death Note' or 'Mutated-Mushroom' (that's my username) if you want to listen to it