Fire's turn! ^^

-cracks knuckles and shakes out hands- Here's your first chapter with the amazing Gevanni! I'm going to assume most people know his real name is Stephen Loud, and considering this is before the Kira case he is going to be referred to as such. Awkward, I know, but its the way it must be. Fire knows its awkward, but we'll live.

This is Fire's first fanfic in a while, so please don't kill her as she weeds out all her horrible bad habits and gets back into the swing of things... And finds her Gevanni-muse. Yeah...

With that said, please enjoy this chapter brought to you by me and expect to see more coming soon! ^^

DISCLAIMER: Fire does not own Death Note, Gevanni, or Chicago, though she wishes she did. Sadly, it is not so... But she shall persevere anyhow!



August 22, 2003

Yes, while an emotionally scarred FBI agent was being given the orders to start a new case, another soul to be affected by this was far off in Chicago. That was a whole four to five hours away on a plane if you were lucky, and even longer by other methods of transportation. It also entailed a time difference of about two hours. So… while the morning was just starting for said FBI agent in Los Angeles and work was just beginning to get into swing, people in Chicago were already well into their daily routine. So the subject of the conversation between Misora and her boss was already on the move yet again.

This date, while bearing relative importance to some people (namely said FBI agent who has been mentioned numerous times before), it did not mean much to the young man by the name of Stephen Loud. August 22nd, the day that he should have started, well, could have started, his sophomore year in college. Well, seeing as he was nowhere near the college he had attended for a brief year, and that he was dressed in attire not befitting your average college student on their way to classes, it was obvious that he would not be attending said college. Which would be the truth, as the young man had other things on his mind at the current moment, and his agenda for the day did not include going anywhere near a school. In fact, the young Stephen Loud was the perpetrator of the string of unusual robberies that Naomi Misora would soon be investigating.

So the young man, walking casually down the street of a business district in one of Chicago's nicer neighborhoods, was in fact beginning another day as one of the many low lives in the windy city. His action plan for the day would only fit to confirm this role, and as he walked down the street wearing the navy blue suit he had secured for these purposes he was reviewing the schedule and the various events that needed to be completed flawlessly in order for this to work. After all, robbing business offices during the day when said places had state-of-the-art security systems was not an easy task, and one mistake could get him in a lot of trouble… It was not as if he hadn't skirted the lines many times before, failed and almost gotten caught in the machinations of his plans. It was just a fortunate thing he was a quick learner with a bit of a lucky streak. Those were two very helpful skills when trying to make it big in matters of questionable legality, especially in a place such as Chicago. Big cities always did tend to be harder to pull of such things, and Chicago certainly was no exception. In fact, the events of the 1920s and the mob probably made it even more difficult because people expected such things.

So the trick for today (and many other days, for that matter) was to make it look like he belonged among the crowd of people going about their business in the field of the businesses in the area. Confidence and the attire he wore would certainly be a helpful aide in this. Besides, most people were so busy going to or from their various business meetings and talking to associates on their cell phones that they weren't likely to take more than a second or two's notice of the young man, and even that would be a stretch. The most that they'd be likely to note was that he was a bit young to be working in a corporation and should probably still be in school (which was true, but he didn't work for a corporation so it wasn't like they could complain). No one, unless they were far too perceptive for their own good would peg him as a thief right off the bat. People involved in their own business were just too involved to give a rat's ass about someone else…

The building in question, his target for today, was coming up, its sliding glass doors currently open as a group of people passed inside, before shutting behind them. No company would want their doors wide open all the time, for that was far too inviting to vagabonds, and during the summer months it caused the great washes of heat to go through the lobby, making it uncomfortable. Which he supposed if they walked around in suits all the time it must already be a certain degree of uncomfortable, as he hated wearing the suit he had forced himself into for the job greatly. It was hot, and stuffy, involved a choke collar of a tie, and limited movement greatly. However, it was the only way he'd get anywhere near his target without being noticed.

It became apparent now that Stephen was not simply going to walk into the company and expect not to be noticed. There was another man a few paces in front of him to whom his pace matched exactly, making sure he was just close enough his entrance into the building would seem common place, not out of the ordinary. Entering directly behind the man would take away from his entrance, not to mention would take him where he wanted to go. You didn't decide to rob a corporation on a whim, and so planning had gone into this. This most certainly was not the first time Stephen Loud had ever entered the building. On the contrary, he had been her several times before. Heists from corporations took time and careful planning after all.

Approaching the door with a sense of finality he made sure to make a final check over his supplies. Sliding a hand inside his suit jacket his fingers grazed the handles of his choice lock picks, the ones that should grant him access to the safes and locks that he was sure to encounter. This corporation wasn't technologically savvy enough for him to have to worry about breaking any electric locks. This just made the job all the more easier for him. If he hadn't been so set in his persona, his guise as an employee of the business he would have allowed a slight chuckle at how easy this was going to be. The glass doors slid open and he walked in, following his tail into the building and making his way into the recesses of the corporation…

And about half an hour later, Stephen Loud slipped out of the corporate office through the same sliding glass doors, with the same controlled and business-like expression on his face, only there was a slight sense of smugness. A smoothly completed operation which had left the perpetrator quite a bit richer and on his way away from the corporation undetected. And thanks to disabling the cameras, he should be safe from any detection by the authorities. In other words, it had gone perfectly. The heist finished, it was time to head home… As much as his current box of an apartment could be considered home.

This was what was going on in Chicago, which would give Misora yet another file on her desk before leaving and the promise of a more interesting case. And left the man who would one day help solve the Kira case with the smug feeling of a job well done.


Apologies for its shortness!

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