Wow! What a good chapter! Okay I like this one best so far. I hope you guys like it too. ^^

Okay just another reminder: Those who did not start this story from the beginning and skipped to this chapter, *hit's these people upside the head* GO READ THE FIRST CHAPTER!!!

Yep. *nods head* and for those of you who started this from the beginning the first time you get a cookie.

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It's Hard to be a Fallen Angel

Chapter 4- Someone Mental and Someone Invisible

L glared at his boss, Soichiro Yagami was flapping his jaws unnecessarily and it was really getting on L's nerves. "Sir?" L said; his voice was soft but audible in the small office. The chief broke off mid sentence. "What is it L?" Soichiro's voice was rough, and having listened to it for the past hour, L was about ready to tear the man's voice box from his throat. "Will you shut up?" L asked, between gritted teeth. "No L, I will not 'shut up'." L bristled, "fine! Now spit out what you want to say, so I can go back home and enjoy my day off!"

Soichiro was stunned, L never yelled at him like this unless he was on a case. "L?" he asked; "are you working on a case that you haven't been assigned to?" L was fuming. So now Soichiro wanted to know if L was working on a case?! What in the Hell?! The stupid officer had been talking about his problematic daughter and now he was wondering if L was on a case. Well, to hell with him. "Yes, Soichiro, I'm working on a case from thirteen years ago, okay!" "L, are you talking about the one with the missing four year old?" The older man was pale and looked as though he was about to be sick, and L's sudden anger melted away. L hesitated, then sighed in defeat "Yes, Soichiro, I am."

"Sir? Are you all right?" L asked Soichiro, the older man not only looked like he was about to be sick but also looked like he was on the verge of tears. "No, L, I am not all right." The man answered. L couldn't figure out what had happened, the man in front of him had been fine until he'd found out about the case L was working on. "Soichiro, what's wrong?" "L, the boy, he was my son."

Softwire Enterprises

Light stared at his hands, fidgeting slightly, what happened? What did I do? How come they didn't see me? Thoughts like these raged through his mind, unstoppable, uncontrollable and loud. He sighed and looked the wall, studying the cracks and grime, rather bored and confused all at once, then a sudden thought came to him. Can I…Can I disappear? Light lowered his eyes to study his hands again, only to find… that they weren't there. Light's breathing suddenly hitched, he raised his hands to his face, trying to see them, lowering his face toward the general direction of where his hands had been, a piece of hair feel in front of his eyes, and even though he couldn't see it, he could feel it.

Automatically, Light reached up to brush away the offending lock, and he felt his hair slide through his hands as it had done all his life. Light understood now. So I can turn invisible? Is that it? Well that would have been more helpful the day that they came for me. Light scowled at the floor, turning visible almost instantly.

That's when he heard the door open; he looked up from the floor of the cell, somewhat interested. Like always the footsteps stopped at his cell, but instead of the mob of men there were only two, one of them he recognized almost instantly as the man that had 13 years ago kidnapped him from the steps of North Star Orphanage, Lucian Decca. The other was the singing man that tormented every day until now.

"You idiot!" Shouted Decca. "The Kid's right there!" Lucian yelled as he swatted the other man upside the head. "Sorry, boss! Sorry!" "Saratibo, sorry is no excuse for a lousy, son of a bitch like yourself!" Decca screeched.

Light stifled a chuckle; it was hard not to laugh at the two squabbling at each other like a married couple.

The Office

L was as confused as a dog expected to read a road map. "Light? He...Light was your son?" "Yes L, you sound... so surprised." "But, sir, everything here says that he's an orphan..." "L, that boy was my son... we...that is me and my wife...we were afraid of him..." "Sir, how were you afraid of a four year old child?" Asked L surprised at this news.

"L, this topic is much more complicated than that... L," Soichiro sighed; "that boy could talk when he was just a mouth old... he could form sentences, speak words that a high school student would know. L, he was more than a genius, and it scared us, just like it would scare anyone else. And after just four years he was gone in a flash, we grieved that day but forced ourselves to stop, we... we decided that we would forget about Light, L, that we would forget about him so... so he wouldn't hurt us anymore..."

L looked at the man a soft anger and hatred seemed to burn in the pit of his stomach. "Soichiro, is that why he was classified as an orphan? Is that why we closed the case? Even when we had everything in the palms of our hands to save him from these monsters? Because you were afraid?"

"L, what do you mean we had everything to save him?! We had nothing! No clues, no evidence no case, and we weren't even sure where or if the kidnapping even took place! The child could have just wanted attention, and do you know what? He got it!"

"Soichiro-" Soichiro cut him off.

"I mean, news papers, helicopters, police cars, and websites! The boy got everything he could have possibly wanted! He got enough attention!"

"Soichiro-" L was cut off again and was really starting to get angry

"L, we had nothing, we found nothing, that's all it was a whole lot of nothing!"

"Damn it, Soichiro Would you just listen to me!" L was furious and his patients had run to its end. "You're wrong! We have evidence, we have clues, we have a case, and god damn it all, we have a kidnapping!" And as if he could emphasize his point he pulled out the case file, and slammed it onto the desk. "So, you know what?! You can take your 'we were afraid' and shove it somewhere else, because damn it, I don't want to hear it! And god forbid, even if you didn't want to admit he was your son, the least you could have done for him was possibly save his life!" Finishing his speech, L walked to the door opened it and slammed it behind him, leaving the chief of police with a stunned look on his face. Leaving the building, L drove to the one place the boy could possibly be: Softwire Enterprises.

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Me: Wow L, when you get mad, all hell breaks loose.

L: ... You can just shut your yap and start writing the next chapter

Me:?

L:*Walks away*

Me & Light: *exchange glances**Stare after L*

Me: (sheepishly) Umm? 2 you guys, me 1?