Chapter 1

"The Kira case? Why? I thought that you didn't want to get involved with that one." John responded. Sherlock had strictly said that he didn't want to get involved with the Kira case because of all the hype. In all honesty, John privately thought that Sherlock was stumped by the case and just passed it off as disinterest.

"I changed my mind, that's all." Were the only words John received.

John got up and stood over Sherlock who was still on the couch, "Oh no, there's something that you're not telling me here. You don't just change your mind like that with cases. What was written in that letter? Who are L Lawliet and Watari?"

With a sigh Sherlock merely said, "It's a long and complicated tale."

"Well I've got time."

"It's not like that Jo-."

"Tell me what the hell was on that letter and who the bloody hell L Lawliet and Watari are Sherlock." John demanded.

Sherlock saw that he wasn't going to get anywhere with this. "I'll tell you."

John took his usual seat. He crossed his legs and gave Sherlock a look that read, "Alright, go ahead."

Sherlock took a deep breath. "You've heard of the detective L correct? Of course you have. He's dead. So is his caretaker, Watari. They were working the Kira case over in Japan. L was working with a task force made of former police officers and the former police chief's son. Now, L believed that the son is Kira. However, the task force are strongly opposed to this view. So, now L has asked me to take the case from the shadows and to continue off of his data. That's what was on the letter."

"But how did you know L? And why are you so willing to take the case after one little letter? You seem pretty occupied with the current murder case."

"The Kira case looks more fun."

"That's bullshit Sherlock. The Kira case has been around for a long time now, yet you never bothered to touch it. Not even glance at it. So why now?"

Sherlock took a few seconds to formulate an excuse, while John kept asking him questions going on and on like a parrot who was only ever taught one word or phrase. Sherlock was running out of nicotine patches to stimulate his thoughts, so what he said next was rather dull for him, "He was a colleague of mine, we worked a few cases together, and we both believe that I would be most competent to continue the Kira case."

John gave a half-hearted chuckle, "Ah, of course you are."

"Precisely." Sherlock said as he sat up on the sofa. He ran his long pale fingers through his raggedy hair.

After waiting for a while John asked yet another question, "So what are we going to do at the moment, hm? Are we just going to fly over to Japan and charge in declaring whom is Kira and who isn't? Because that seems to be your style at the moment."

"Well it did occur to try that but perhaps it wouldn't be the wisest thing to do. Here."

"No shit."

Sherlock tossed the flash drive to John, who fumbled it for a split second. "Look over the files on this and tell me what you think is of significance and what we can scrap."

"Wouldn't the majority of the things on here be of significance? I have a feeling that the great L wouldn't have written anything he didn't feel to be important."

Sherlock shook his head. "No, you've never met him so you don't know how he writes things. He always wrote like he was talking to someone like he was telling a story or giving a report for school. He used to beat around the bush a lot, trying to build suspense or something of the sorts. Sometimes slightly cryptic. Quite annoying when one is trying to get information. So, I want you to comb through these first and tell me your thoughts and then I'll look through them and see what's really going on."

John said sarcastically, "Wow Sherry, way to have faith in me."

"But of course, John, my friend." Was the snarky response accompanied by an earnest half smile.

Hours went by as John read through all the files that had been presented. Good Lord, how did this tiny memory stick hold all of this information? Sherlock was remaining sedentary on the couch, save for the few times where he had to go grab something. He laid there twirling a folding blade between his index fingers. Occasionally he would call to John, "Are you done yet?" To which John would reply either one or a combination of the following: "No.", "Shut up Sherlock.", "Go make some tea or something.", "Leave me alone.", etc…

The afternoon had turned into the light of dawn by the time John finished viewing all the files. Sherlock hadn't slept at all, per usual.

John turned around his chair to face Sherlock. He reported, "Well, for starters your colleague here takes far too many risks at once. But, that's probably why he got so far in the case. He even went so far as to handcuff himself to the prime suspect, Light Yagami, to observe everything that happened. He talked about these supernatural beings called shinigami, gods of death, that came with the murder weapon. You could only see them if you touched the weapon though. They never did much and didn't like to talk to L and the task force. He classified them as neutral and did not trust them. However, they did teach him about how the notebook worked and its restrictions. Its called the 'Death Note'. Kind of tacky if you ask me. But anyway, through a lot of experimentation L basically decided that there was no doubt in his mind that Mr. Yagami is in fact Kira. However, because he could not properly explain his reasons to the task force they did not believe him. It doesn't help that Light's father, Soichiro Yagami, is one of the leaders of the task force. I believe that it's safe to say that after L's death, the task force completely disregarded L's accusation of Light Yagami and L thought that Light would actually in fact become the new L. By L's recommendation in fact. Which I don't understand. But that's about it."

Sherlock just nodded and replied, "Alright, let me look at the files." And he did. It took a little less time than it took John, but it still took hours to read through it all.

Closing the laptop and removing the memory stick, Sherlock called John over. "Well John, looks like the game is on." Sherlock looked like he was a child with a brand new toy to play with. In a sense he was.

"Alright then." John yawned.

Sherlock pointed at him, "One more thing. Don't tell Scotland Yard. I don't want them involved."

"Fair enough."

SS: Apologies! It's been far too long! I had stopped writing fanfiction and just in general a long time ago but, seeing all of you asking for me to continue this and following/favoriting it I got motivated to start again. So thank you! This is the first actual chapter of the story. Hope you liked it.