Chapter 4

Meeting in Nothingness


When I was young boy, I decided that I'd always wanted to be a detective and work alongside my Dad.

As I grew older, and as school grew harder (according to my peers at least) something opened my eyes, and changed my views on life.

The dream of being a detective. . .

It ran out dry the day I saw Haruhi Fukimoto on Channel News 4, arrogantly sauntering out of a court house and dancing arrogantly. When I'd witnessed his joyous, disgusting figure, Time seemed to trudge against molasses, and my breath had stopped entirely. I had been following the news of Haruhi Fukimoto partly, via my Father. I knew the basics. I knew that he was going to receive punishment. There were no possible ways to avoid multiple murder charges. But his…happy-self…was smiling. He took off his aviators, and took off his brand-named coat, swinging it over his shoulder. It saying, 'I'm a free man.' And then, he ducked into a black, official-looking Mercedes, driving off away from the cameras and the fuming crowd. Driving away from his rightful execution.

Yes. He was let free. All charges were lifted off his shoulders, and had dissipated into the thin air. He wasn't a criminal, by law. The thing I studied every day, like a sacrilegious child reading a bible, let a guilty man go. My law betrayed me. Later, after I'd come back from the trance-like day at school, I'd found out the only crime, according to the LAW committed under the name of Haruhi Fukimoto, was a DUI. When I figured that out, and let it finally sink in, angry tears fled my eyes and I screamed. That bastard had slaughtered children years younger than I, and the law did nothing. There was enough evidence for a definite death sentence.

So. Why was he allowed to go?

It took me days to find the solution after researching through books furiously and using the internet whenever it was available. With some trial and error, I found out he hadn't been the first to escape.

Like many others who committed equally heinous crimes, dare I say worse, Fukimoto shared similarities.

Haruhi Fukimoto had status. He had money. Truly, the only two things needed to escape laws' clutches.

Reality struck me across the cheek at only age 8. It leaving an invisible bruise behind. Reminding me that nothing on Earth was ever fair.

I stopped believing in equality.

For what was truly fair in a world that'd been constantly corrupted by dirtied human-nature?

Detectives? I factored them out as useless. Why are detectives needed when criminals can run away without punishment? When criminals can continue having their fun thoughtlessly?

But soon enough, the pursue of bloody challenges intrigued me once again, and I had resumed helping my Father like I had once innocently did as I naïve child with detective cases. Mainly due to pass the monotonous boredom. As I grew into a teen, I truth of Law still stuck with me. I knew that there were lies even in the judicial system. I knew that there were lies always brooding with detectives. I knew that I, myself, had too many lies. Lies stacked up like building blocks. Which got knocked over by a white-haired successor. Everyone had lies. Nothingness could also be a lie.

The person who stood in front me could be a lie also. A sick joke that Nothingness was pulling on me.

My eyes couldn't be mistaken though.

Standing, hunched over, and lending an outstretched hand to me, his body an epitome of light, L takes my own hand and tries to pull me up, grunting noiselessly in the process.

"You have to help me, you know?" He suggests in a slightly amused tone.

'Amused?' I wonder, but I'm unsure to reply. So instead, I react and swat away his hand and scurry backwards on the floor.

L frowns.

"I don't know how you ended up here, Yagami-San, but it'd be nice to hear your side of the story. It's been awfully lonely where ever we are." He frowns a bit deeper when he notices the knocked over table and disarray, but he looks at me and smiles once again. He smiles.

My eyebrows furrow deeply. Threatening wrinkles on my, perhaps, now immortal face. "Yo…You died. I..I died." I stumble out, still in shock of seeing L.

"Ahh… Has it been so long since you remember the World's Great Detective? I believe I've already deduced that. Now… If you can, please tell me, how long has it been?"

I deadpan. It was an easy enough question to answer, but I wasn't even too sure what the answer was. So, I go for the next best answer.

"I died in 2012." L whistles uncharacteristically.

"Assuming, Kira was not yet caught? Or…" A pause.

"Was Kira caught? Or a better possibility, is among us now?"

He speaks his thoughts, and for once, I quickly let my façade break through.

L reads it perfectly.

"Ahh…" He drags out.

Then he backs away a few steps, no longer offering his hand and takes a seat, setting it up straight.

"It seems I have lost the battle then, right?" He holds the chair and sits in it, only in the way he can.

I don't respond.

He whistles again.

"Congratulations on Winning…Light Yagami…Kira."

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A/N: Well… A better chapter will come up next. Can't say I'm really proud of this one. .

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