Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note
Author's Note: A bit of warning - this chapter is a little sad.
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Soichiro sighed as he reached the bottom of the Death Note's scratchy list of rules. How could such an innocuous-looking thing have taken so many lives? He flipped through the pages halfheartedly - pausing once to raise his eyebrows at Lind Taylor's angrily scrawled name - before setting it down on the coffee table.
He was so tired…
Soichiro drew a hand down his face. After a night like this one, he just wanted to take Light and go home, see his entire family, have a meal with them… Had Sachiko and Sayu already eaten another dinner without him and Light? He looked down at his watch–
Wait. Soichiro had given Light a watch upon his graduation from high school … one with a little hidden compartment … and the weapon Kira used was a notebook…
"Light!" Soichiro shot up and rushed towards his surprised son. "Show me your watch!"
"W-what?" Light stammered for the first time his father could remember. "Dad, are you alright?"
"Just show it to me!"
"I … I …" There was fear in Light's eyes, fear that somehow found its way into Soichiro's heart only to spread throughout his entire being. His son couldn't be Kira, could he? Not after all this time! But if he wasn't Kira … then why would he be afraid?
"What's wrong, Light?" L broke in, a gleam of interest in the genius detective's eyes. "Just show your watch to Mr. Yagami."
"…Fine," Light finally conceded, his expression veiled. He slipped the timepiece off his wrist and offered it to Soichiro who promptly snatched it up. He pulled the little knob four times and the disk popped out–
Holding a white scrap of paper bearing Higuchi's name in an ominous red ink.
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