Title: Death Note: Apprentice Glass

Pairing: OC X L

Summary: Follow the story of Death Note from the point of view of a surprising new character.

Disclaimer: Death Note belongs to Obata and Ohba; Kyon belongs to me.

Author's note: Here is the first chapter. Enjoy.


December 4, 2003

Journal Entry # 358:

The sun is warm and bright, unlike the past few days. This is day 31 in the mysterious Bishop Murder case. I've been for a month now working on this case alone. As I explained in earlier entries, a young child named Eli Bishop was murdered in his home, believed to have been beaten up and strangled to death. The people found in the scene of the crime were his mother and his two sisters. After seeing their brother killed in front of them, the sisters have gone in a state of shock. This shock has caused them to have repressed memories of the event. Naturally, the main suspect is Eli's mother. She has taken a vow of silence, which makes her more suspicious. Witnesses have been hard to find. This case has dragged on for three years.

It is the commemorate day of the child's death. The case has become known almost world wide. This country is mourning poor Eli Bishop. The public are assuming that the mother is the killer. She has no custody of her two daughters because of this. However, there was a large lack of evidence. This is mostly because the witnesses are scarce, but this ends today. I have the evidence to put the child's soul in peace at last.

~K


"Miss Bishop, please have a seat..."

The woman nodded and sat nervously on the chair, laying her trembling hands on the table. I sit down on the chair across from hers, locking my legs together by my ankles. Guilt hid behind her light brown eyes. There was no doubt about it. This case was as good as done. I place a small tape recorder on the table, ready to record our conversation. After I press the record button, I adjust my sunglasses that hide my eyes before looking up at the woman.

"Miss Bishop, do you know why you're back in for questioning?" I start asking, placing my hands neatly on my lap.

"No, I got a court order to keep the police from questioning me anymore. I can't take it. I have my limits." She replied.

I picked up a small desperation in her voice. I hum softly to myself in thought. I was hoping to do this in a nice way.

"Miss, you cannot sue me for questioning you. I do not work for the police."

Slight wrinkles start crinkling on her forehead. She knows that I have her trapped.

"Then, who are you?" She asks strongly.

I roll my eyes under my glasses before I place a strand of my brown hair behind my ear.

"My name is none of your concern, Miss. Can we focus on what we're here for?"

"But, you look so young. You're barely a young woman. What could you be doing here?"

"I am here because you murdered your own son." I said bluntly.

That got her attention. Her eyes widened at my accusation.

"I-I did not! How dare you accuse me of that? You have no proof!"

"In fact, I do. I have the word of two eye witnesses, your eldest daughters. They were questioned separately and their stories match. You were the one who beat up and strangled your son in a fit of rage..."

"What? No. My daughters couldn't remember what happened..."

"I know. I worked with them. Your daughters had repressed memories of the event from the shock of seeing their brother murdered right in front of them. I managed to study with them and I brought back their memories."

"You, you're a psychologist then. You're not allowed to work with my daughters. The court approved my request of keeping psychologists from working with them. Most psychological methods could drive patients to insanity by regaining their memories."

A single sigh escaped from my mouth.

"Miss, please. Don't underestimate me. I do not hold the title of psychologist, but I have a permit that allows me to practice psychological methods."

Her face had darkened, taking notice of the trap. I had tricked my way around her barriers. It took a long while, but I had her. This case was done.

"I used harmless methods on your daughters. I played memory games with them, testing them. Using these games for about a month managed to make their brain more active. In the end, it caused them to recount the memories of the night in question. I have their proof. You killed your son. After 3 years, your son's death will finally see justice..."

I curse in my mind. It seems my teacher's obsession with justice has rubbed off on me.

"Then, then… why are you questioning me?"

I nearly jumped at her outburst. Her mask was crumbling right before my eyes, her guilt finally shining through. Tears were falling down her cheeks. For years, she's been labeled as a horrible mother in the eyes of the public. Because of her vow of silence, this was further considered. The guilt has finally reached its peak. I did not like using this method. I continue pushing until I get a confession. I learned this from the detective himself. I get uneasy when I use it. It feels wrong, messing with someone's mentality. I decided that she has had enough.

"I'm here to give you an offer for your court sentence. If you plead guilty to the crime, I can offer you a sentence of 5 years in jail instead of the usual 10 years for murder of the 1st degree. Also, I can use a gag order to restrain the press from publishing anything about your trial. That way, you can escape public humiliation of being despised by the public. The guilt of killing your own child alone should be enough punishment."

Her tear filled eyes stared back at me in deep thought. She was considering the offer, I could see it. I knew that by breaking her down was the only way to get her to accept, but it doesn't feel good to do it.

"F-fine. I, I will plead guilty..." She says softly.

I nod at her response, turning off the tape recorder.

"Thank you, Miss Bishop. You had a strong case. You're free from questioning." I say, placing the recorder in my coat pocket.

"Wait, before you go. If you aren't from the police or a psychologist, then what are you?" The woman asks, curiously.

I merely stood up from my seat, turning my back to her.

"That is for me to know and for you to never find out, Miss. Good bye."

I walk out of the questioning room to find a member of the police force waiting outside.

"Is it a done deal?" The policeman asks.

"Yes, she accepted the offer and the proof is in this tape. I've already sent the evidence of the Miss Bishop being guilty to the judge. The case is done." I explain, handing over the tape.

"I see. I was watching the questioning over the tinted windows and I must say I'm impressed. The local police and detectives had been struggling with this case for 3 years before you came in. You solved the case in one month. I've never seen anything like it. Keep up the good work."

I was caught off guard. I almost smiled.

"Really? Thank you."

"Although, I'm not sure why I'm surprised by your success. Can we expect anything less from the partner of the most top rated detective in the world?"

I held back a frown at this. I was only seen as L's partner. After so long, I was getting sick of it.

"I don't think so. Anyway, I must take my leave. Good afternoon." I say politely, walking past the policeman.

I walked down the hall as my heels clicked into the hard floor. Other members of the police walked past me as I reached for the front door. I tried to ignore them, but I could easily hear their soft murmurs.

"That's her, isn't she?"

"Yes, that's detective K."

"That's K? The great L's partner?"

"I hear this is her first case alone."

"I heard that this is the first time she's come out of hiding."

"Is it true that she'll succeed L one day?"

I felt relieved when I found a familiar cloaked figure waiting for me by the door.

"Hello Watari-san. It's been some time." I say happily, stopping in front of him.

"It has, Miss Kyon. Is the case solved?" His voice was polite yet firm.

"Yes, my work here is done. Before we leave, have all the police members been sworn to secrecy of my appearance here?"

"Yes, I have all under control. Now, shall we go?"

"Yes. I have a request, though. When we get back, can I have some of my favorite chocolate chip cookies?" I smile at Watari.

He laughs at my attempt of feigning innocence.


"You messed up."

"Good to see you too, Eru-san (L)."

Only a person like him would give me such a warm welcome. I was back in the room with no sunlight, just barely lit lamps. I walked into the apartment while taking off my sunglasses. I place them on the counter while taking off my coat. I sigh happily in the silk dress I wore underneath. Watari had already snuck into the kitchen, probably to make some sweets. I brushed a few hairs from my eyes to look for L. The raven haired male sat on the living room floor, leaning over his laptop.

"Kyon, you showed mercy to the criminal." He was fixated on the bright screen, not sparing me a glance.

I walk over to look over his shoulder at his laptop. On the screen was a recording of my earlier interrogation. I see. No wonder Watari was so early to pick me up. He must have installed spy cameras in the room for L. I focused on the recording of myself and realized that Miss Bishop was right. I did look younger than I should be. This makes it easy to hide my age.

"Eru-san, I can explain..." I started as polite as possible.

"No excuses, Kyon. You showed mercy to Miss Bishop by lowering her punishment. You must learn to give a criminal what they deserve. Show your malice..." He explains.

"I understand, but it was my first case alone."

His eyes finally leave the bright screen to settle on me.

"Sometimes I believe that you hold no malice. There's no hint of it on your face. This is your only weakness..."

I take his comments to heart. I did show guilt to Miss Bishop. I practice an unbreakable face when dealing with cases, but I need to perfect it. L is capable of persecuting anyone with a straight face. His concern of my good nature has grown about a year ago during a case in L.A. I need to work harder at it.

"I will show less mercy on my next case."

"Speaking of which, I already have another one. I have decided to take on the recent Kira case." He mentions, looking away from me.

My green eyes widened.

"Th-the Kira case?"

While I was out, I learned about this particular case from a couple of police officers. There's quite a list of criminals have been found dead out of heart attacks. Only criminals are dying. The public has their own opinion, thinking that there is someone out there killing these sinners. They have dubbed this person as Kira, the mispronunciation of Killer. The suppose killings have been happening in Japan. It's curious. To achieve something like that, could it be possible for some supernatural force to be involved in this?

"Yes, I've already announced our investigation in the ICPO meeting on how to deal with the Kira incidents. However, I can't do this alone. I will need your help." L says, looking up at me from his laptop again.

"Do I have a choice?"

"No. I've already announced that you're going to assist me."

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes.

"Alright, Eru-san. I will help."

"Then, I'll need for you to join me in a video conference with the children at Wammy's House. We're going to announce to them about our involvement with the Kira case."

I smile at the mention of my old home.


"Children, please gather around. L requests a video conference with all of you."

That caught the attention of most of the kids. The elderly man named Roger was placing a laptop on the wooden table as the kids were circling around it. Only two children stood away from the crowd. A white haired orphan wearing pajamas stayed on his spot, working on a puzzle. An older orphan leaned by the window, eating a bar of chocolate. Roger turned on the laptop as an Old English text L appeared on the screen. A voice came from it, a distortion making it hard to decipher.

"Everyone, I have some important news to give. I have decided to take on a challenging case. I will now be working on the Kira case."

"The case in Japan?" A red headed orphan asked, looking at the screen.

"Yes, we have reasons to believe that they are murders."

"Wait, we?" replied the same orphan.

"Oh, yes. Joining me on the case will be a fellow orphan from Wammy's House, Kyon."

The white haired child looked up at that statement. The distant blond pays attention as well, putting down the chocolate bar. The symbol L disappeared from the screen as it changes to a green Celtic K symbol. A softer voice came from the laptop.

"Hello everyone. Nice talking to you again. What L has said is true. I will be assisting him on the Kira case."

A perky black haired girl spoke up:

"Is it true that you just solved the Bishop Murder case by yourself?"

A small chuckle comes from the female.

"It seems Roger keeps you all in the loop. Yes, it is correct."

"You better have solved that case, Kyon-chan. Don't slip up or else I'll catch up to you." The blond finally speak up, smirking.

The children turn over to look at him. They were not surprised. Mello and Kyon were the closest of friends, but they have a healthy rivalry between them.

"Good luck with that, Mello-kun. Are there any more questions?" The apprentice replies with the same smug tone as the blond.

Everyone shifts back to the monitor, excitedly trying to ask Kyon more questions. The white haired child merely twirled his hair, looking back down at his puzzle. The Kira case seemed interesting.