Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note, if I did, L wouldn't have died. I also do not own any tv shows, video games, books, or movies to which I will most likely make a reference to in this fic.


A/N - Alphabetical codenames that (to my knowledge) have not been used yet in any Death Note FanFic:

D

E

F (. . . not sure anyone will want to claim this . . . considering it's annotation and . . . well, if you watched the movie, the last guy who had this name . . . . died)

G

H

I (Oh, I would so love to see that! XP)

O

P ( . . . . THAT is an awkward codename! . . . ah, brother!)

Q

T ( . . . you can if you want, but for some reason it reminds me of Teru Mikami)

U

W ( . . . that is, if Watari hasn't already claimed that one, yet)

X (I suppose . . . but again, reminds me of Mikami)

Y (heheh . . .)

and, finally . . .

Z

. . . I think that last one could be a pretty cool codename! Well, anyway . . .


Vision 21: Execute

After I'd left Raye Penber, I soon started having misgivings about my plan.

Would it really work? Should I have explained myself better? Would Raye try to conduct an investigation on me? Would either he or I end up screwing over the foreseeable future (by "I just read this out of a comic book" standards) due to our actions caused by our meeting?

I believe Raye knew that I wouldn't kill him. I believe that Raye believed me when I said that I wasn't Kira . . . I wasn't sure if, right now, he was having second thoughts about that idea, but right now it was too late to go back and double check my work. I needed to make sure that I didn't arouse suspicion from Kira, or catch Ryuk's attention. For all I know, he'd probably tell Light that there was a weird kid (and by weird, I mean supernatural) hanging around Penber and that he should watch out for her . . . probably just to watch him squirm for his own amusement . . .

Maybe . . . UGH! Have I mentioned how much I hate waiting? There's too much time to think, too much time to worry, and definitely enough time to start spazzing!

Agh, anyway, for the next week I needed to make sure that I stayed below the radar until the time came to smuggle Raye Penber out from under the guillotine.

.*.*.*.

December 27, 2003

When the day arrived, I flew away from L's place and went over to Raye's apartment. I didn't know at what time Kira was going to commit his murder, so I had to keep a close watch on Raye until he arrived at the train station. I kept my distance, turning myself invisible when I needed to, so I could be sure that Raye never knew I was around.

A thought had occurred to me while I was trailing him: Maybe he decided to disregard my warning, maybe he thought that it might be a trick set up by Kira, perhaps he believed that he and the rest of the F. B. I. agents in Japan weren't going to die at all . . . I couldn't be sure that he actually thought this, and honestly, I really didn't feel like reading his mind to make sure, because in the end it really didn't matter. I'd make sure that my little pawn actor would say his lines like a good boy, begin my grand but subtle entrance, and get us both the heck out of there while no one was looking.

At last, the both of us entered the Shinjyakueki underground city. I alternated between blending in with the crowd around Raye and turning invisible as I continued to follow him. Minutes later, a young man in a hoodie came up behind Raye Penber and spoke to him, freezing him in his tracks with shock . . . and perhaps a bit of fear . . . with a dash of Death Note magic.

Raye, meet Kira. Kira, meet Raye. Let the game begin.

I stood a few feet away from the two, invisible, watching the scene unfold with hard, cold eyes, my hands in my pockets. I looked over to my right, and watched a man in glasses sweeping the entrance to some café double over and crumple to the ground. My clone came, invisible of course, pulled some reality bending voodoo and whisked the man away, leaving a dead, carbon copy of the man in his place.

". . . I don't mind if I have to sacrifice some people so I can prove to you that I am Kira."

'I do.' I thought as I glared at the back of his head.

"But, that man has been tried for several rapes, but he was never found guilty due to lack of evidence. I'm only purifying this world."

Whatever helps you sleep at night, Light. Whatever helps you sleep at night.

I watched him threaten Raye with the life of his fiancée, and after a minute, hand him a folder, and walk away. Raye stood there for a few moments, putting on the transmitter that Kira gave him and listening to his instructions. He walked over to a train on the Yamanotesen line. When he got on, I let out my wings and took to the air once the train started moving and followed him.

I flew over the train for a few moments, and then flew over to the side, parallel to the window across from the seat Raye was sitting in. I looked through that window, and saw Raye pull out several envelopes out of the folder Light had given him. At that moment, a chilling thought ran through my mind:

"The human who uses the notebook [Death Note] can neither go to Heaven nor Hell."

My mind was blank for a few moments, but I quickly managed to shake off the trepidation. If I had my way, that particular rule wouldn't apply to anyone . . . including Light.

Yeah, you heard me. He may be an ass, but I don't think anybody deserves an eternity of nothing . . . ugh, this is why I'm not cut out for law enforcement.

Indecisive, impulsive, and stubborn, with a need to analyze every move I made, trying to make sure that I did the right thing . . . a need to see the good in everyone, and see both sides of an issue . . . so that I didn't make an ass of myself in the end.

I closed my eyes for a moment, and then squeezed them tighter together, and turned my head off to the side. I stared off into space for a few seconds as I continued to follow the train, wondering . . . God, what am I doing?

Ah, whatever, this wasn't the time to start second-guessing myself. I'd made a decision, and I was going to follow through with it to the end.

I looked back through the window, and saw Raye writing on the pages of the Death Note. When he finished, he put the envelopes containing the pages back into the folder, along with the transmitter he'd been wearing. He put the folder on the rack over his seat, and then sat back down.

Alright, this is it . . . just thirty more minutes.

Both Raye and I continued the trip, on edge. He was tense, a little afraid, confused, worried, and wondering what the hell was going on (at least from what I could infer). I, on the other hand, was also tense, and worried, but fully determined. Kira wouldn't win. No matter what he did, he wouldn't win.

The train stopped, and I flew away a few feet, and hid behind a pillar. I looked around the pillar to see Raye stepping off of the train.

The moment both of his feet hit the ground, I spoke to him, telepathically:

'Raye, now!'

For the second time today, Raye froze where he stood. His body shook a little from the first tremors of the heart attack . . . but he felt no pain.

Losing my patience, without waiting for Raye to come out of his surprised stupor, I "yelled" in his ear:

'Now, you idiot! ACTION!'

He caught on, and then clutched at his chest as though he were really having a heart attack. After the first tremor, I'd stopped the heart attack completely . . . it was all on him, now . . .

He fell to his knees, supporting himself with one arm, his breath coming out in choked gasps, and then he fell over on his side. With an "effort" he forced himself to look back inside the train, trying to see the face of his "killer".

"Ya . . . Light Yagami!" He gasped.

Yup, Mr. Penber, there's your proof. Sweet little Light Yagami is Kira.

"Farewell, Raye Penber." Light told him coldly as the doors of the train closed. When they sealed shut, Raye let himself fully collapse on the floor in a sprawling heap.

Farewell, Raye Penber, farewell . . .

PSYCHE!

I ran out from behind the pillar, calling out "Oh my god! Sir, are you alright? Sir!" I shook him roughly by the shoulder, trying to "wake him up" as people started crowding around Raye's body.

"Sir? Sir!" I yelled, and then shakily put a hand to my mouth. "Oh . . . oh my god . . . oh god . . ."

"Somebody call an ambulance!" A man yelled.

Under all the hullabaloo, while I kept up the ruse as the mild-mannered, freaked out teenager, I worked a little magic on Raye and I, mentally reassuring him that everything was going to be alright, just stay calm and follow my lead. In a few minutes we ran away from the scene, invisible, with me dragging Raye along by the hand, and the corpse of his clone laying on the ground surrounded by so many people, along with my clone, who was slowly going into shock.

I looked over my shoulder at the crowd of people, "myself" and "Raye" . . . An ambulance would probably be arranged for my clone as well, but that wasn't really a big problem. If it came to that, then she would just go along with the movements and have herself checked out of a hospital later that day. If the doctors insisted she stay, then she'd pull some mind-warping voodoo on them and make them forget that she ever existed.

And so we ran. I didn't allow us to stop until we ran through the back entrance of a building somewhere, hopefully out of the way of any wandering eyes. We both bent over, panting, our hands on our knees. Raye looked up at me and asked:

"What . . . are . . . you?"

I glared back up at him, a little bit annoyed, and answered harshly:

"I'm the kid that saved your life."

I looked back down, panting a little more, and while waving my hand at him, continued:

"No more questions, please. The both of us have gotta figure out where we're going to put you for the next few days."

Raye didn't say anything . . . guess he was deciding to trust me once again. We spent the next few minutes catching our breath, and then sitting down and discussing housing arrangements.


Vision 22: Concert

I walked out onto the stage, a microphone in my left hand, and the bright lights shining in my face. I held my hand over my eyes, blocking out the light.

Ah, so it was nighttime.

I smiled. My audience came here for one thing, and one thing only: Entertainment. And I was going to give it to them.

It was simple: Shock, scare, seduce, and entice them . . . although, maybe not in that order. Lure them in, invite them to your world . . . and make them want to never ever leave.

I lifted my right hand, and waved it around in the air, yelling

"HELLO EVERYBODY, THIS IS SEN BOULIBASHI! IF YOU'RE HERE TONIGHT, THEN THAT MEANS YOU'RE A REBEL WITHOUT A CAUSE, A FORCE THAT CAN NOT AND WILL NOT BE DENIED, AND . . . ."

"You're most likely going to get pulled over by a cop later for reckless driving. Leave it to the pros, kids, leave it to the pros . . ." I said, letting my arm down and shaking my head while I walked back and forth across the stage.

"But enough about that!" I said, tilting my head to the right, a little mischievous smile on my face. I lifted my right hand back up, and snapped my fingers. Immediately, all the lights in the stadium went out . . . along with any electronical devices within a five mile radius. The air was dead silent. The people in the audience shivered a little in their coats . . . it was cold out tonight. A few people squirmed in their seats, anxious to see what was going to happen next.

They all waited . . . and waited . . .

Nothing. Silence.

People were beginning to get a little freaked out. The sudden inability to see, along with the fact that the whole world seemed to have decided to shut up for this precise moment, only sustained its' thrill for so long.

One person scratched at their arm, and then scratched it again. What the hell? Was that a mosquito?

There was some murmuring in the crowd:

"Hey, where are you!"

"Over here!"

"Hey, are you okay!"

"What the fuck, did she just leave us out here to dry?"

"I didn't pay for this!"

"Ow! That was my foot!"

"Where are you, I can't see!"

"Wait, here, I got a lighter . . ." Some dude flicked on his lighter and moved it in front of his face, looking for his friend. He found her, and the two of them locked eyes for a moment before their gaze dropped to the girl's shoulder, where a one-foot-long, two-inch wide centipede was currently resting, slowly climbing down her arm.

A piercing scream wrenched the air, and soon everybody else began to panic as slowly light filled the stadium again, this time from the moon.

There was vermin everywhere! Mosquitos, spiders and other bugs of many different kinds; rats, lizards, bats, and . . . oh, god, snakes . . .!

More people started screaming, a few attempting to kill some of the wildlife that crawled all around them. They pushed, each other, shoved each other, trying to run away. A few guys even hit each other. However, once they reached the doors, they discovered that they were locked in!

A bat perched itself on some chick's shoulder. The girl looked at it and cried out in fear, burrowing her face into her boyfriend's chest. The bat opened its' mouth, exposing its' teeth, and then closed it and flew away.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?"

"What in the world?"

Suddenly, their attention was drawn away from the insects and animals by a loud, crashing thud coming from the stage. The stage lights had turned back on, and they could see Sen crouched on top of a huge rectangular machine . . . part of the sound system, maybe?

Her left knee was bent out in front of her, while her right stretched out behind. Her arms reached out underhand behind her, palms spread. On her face was a devilish looking expression, with eyes that were narrowed into slits and a grin that could match the Joker's.

She threw her head back, along with the rest of her torso, threw her arms up out and open wide and yelled in a hoarse voice:

"ALL ABOOOOOAAAAAAARD! HAHAHAHA!"

With that, the opening chords of Ozzy Osbourne's "Crazy Train" began to play. Coming out of their shock for a split second, a good part of the audience noticed that all the vermin that had previously been terrorizing them mere moments ago had disappeared, leaving behind only a trail of smoke . . . right before their attention was brought back to the girl on the stage.

What . . .?

Da! Da!

Da! Da!

DUM! . . .

"Aye!" Sen crouched over, her figure suddenly turning shadowy, and then black, with white, glowing eyes and white razor sharp teeth. Her hands were curved in front of her, sort of claw-like, cat-like, animal like . . . a beast.

Then came the rattling sound. Sen pulled herself back upright. She stood up straight, with her head tilted to the left, as if she were wondering about something. She was slowly turning visible now, the color of her skin, coming into light, her eyes revealing their true color, and her teeth . . . they were normal.

She raised her fist in the air, which was engulfed in a white flame that had streaks of color coursing through it. She looked at it, and then back at the audience right before she grinned devilishly once more, and, in time with the beginning strums of the guitar, threw her fist behind her and smashed it into some sort of weird, rectangular, black machine that had blinking lights and a lot of buttons and switches.

The volume, after that, became incredibly loud. The notes of the song was pounding inside the heads of many in the audience . . . yet, it was almost enjoyable for some reason.

Sen looked up at them, smirking, and raised an eyebrow. Behind her, black, almost humanoid creatures emerged from the ground and made their way off the stage towards the audience.

By the time the more upbeat part of the song had began, everybody knew that they were safe, and that the fun had truly started.


Vision 23: Who Loves L?

Soichiro Yagami sat in his chair behind a large desk. His elbows were propped up on the wood, and the fingers of his hands laced together and shaped themselves in an arc which he held close to his face as he slouched a little in his seat. His brown eyes were sharp, clear, and strict. His voice reverberated inside the heads of the police officers participating in the Kira Investigation whom he was addressing.

"We now know that Kira doesn't just target criminals . . . he'll kill anyone who opposes him. It's quite possible that we may all be killed by Kira."

L and I were listening through the intercom. L sat in front of his computer while I clung to his back like a freaking baby koala.

"Think of your own lives, your families, and all the others you'd be living behind. If anyone wants to leave this investigation, now is the time. You won't be demoted if you choose not to stay. You have my word. But if you're not absolutely sure, then we don't need you. I've already left your reassignments up to the Vice-Director."

"But to whoever is willing to fight against him, and possibly even sacrifice everything I've mentioned to fight Kira . . . be here at five o'clock when I return from my meeting. That is all."

Spare no effort and hold nothing back . . . I doubted that there was one person sitting in that conference room who wasn't feeling the slightest bit anxious, nervous, scared . . . and more than likely just the slightest bit conflicted.

Mr. Yagami laid his hands on his desk, palms splayed out, and pulled himself up from his chair. Without looking back, wearing an expression that seemed to say that he was preparing himself for the worst, he exited the conference room, and closed the door shut behind him as a sea of soft, tense voices rose up behind him.

"So . . . what are you going to do?"

". . . I'm not sure."

.*.*.*.

When Soichiro Yagami returned, a grim look was engraved onto his face. He checked his watch for a moment, and then opened the door . . .

It was almost depressing to see how much the Kira Investigation members had dwindled . . . yet . . .

"Welcome back, Director." One of the men . . . soft, tussled hair, warm brown eyes, innocent smile (poor sap . . .)

. . . must be Matsuda.

"Only five men" Soichiro began, "No, five men who are willing to put their lives on the line to confront evil . . . I'm glad."

"But I wonder . . . how can we continue the investigation while we're this understaffed?"

"Director," Matsuda piped up "If you include L and Watari, that makes eight."

"The fact that you've chosen to stay means that you all have a strong sense of justice . . . it is only you, with your strong conviction that I trust." L said solemnly, his voice almost monotone.

I noticed some of the policemen tense up a little, and a couple of them looking at each other warily.

"Uh, h-hold on a second," one of the men spoke . . . a man with a sort of afro-like hairstyle . . . hm, Aizawa.

A dark, distrustful look was on his face as he continued "L said he's decided to trust us now, but we don't trust him!"

Possessively, I clutched L's body a little closer to me, my eyes narrowing slightly at Aizawa. Oh great, here it comes . . .

A man sitting behind Aizawa was next to speak. What was his name again . . .?

"Look L, all of us agreed to put our lives at risk to bring Kira to justice. So I hope you understand what this means: we're really sticking our necks out here! You of all people should know what it means to risk your life against Kira."

Aizawa took it up from there.

"And yet somehow you don't ever have to show your face, do you L? You just give the orders . . ."

I gritted my teeth. AIIIIIZAAAAWAAAAAAAAAA!

"I don't see how you expect us to work with you under those conditions!"

"We will pursue Kira," another man said . . . I think his name was Ukita. "But not with your assistance."

"And we're not the only ones. Many people doubt you or even oppose you."

WHAT?

Well, it kind of . . . ah, forget itWHAT?

"Definitely! Twelve members of the F. B. I. are dead because of you. You can't argue the circumstances."

"There are some criminal psychologists who are saying that "L is Kira." They claim that L has multiple personalities." Said Mr. Yagami, almost silently agreeing with them.

. . . . . . . . .

WHAAAAAAAAAAAAT?

How the fuck . . . how DARE they insult L like that! Urrrrrg! Damn it, I want to hit somebody . . . but, in a way, it kind of makes sense . . . kinda hard to trust somebody who's always working in the shadows . . . guess that's why some people had a hard time putting up with Batman . . . . but . . . still! URRRRRRRRGGGGGH!

Agh, calm down, calm down, calm down, it's not that bad, calm the fuck down before you hurt somebody!

"The one who ordered the F. B. I. to move was L" Mr. Yagami continued, "And the F. B. I. agents who came to Japan are now all dead."

. . . Kinda.

"L would have known who they were . . ."

. . . . I hate it when faulty accusations start to make sense . . .

"And that's not all" Three of the men in the Investigation started, "He may have staged everything up 'til now by himself! The fact that he's been able to solve any case without revealing himself adds weight to that theory."

HEY!

". . . L" Soichiro began again, gently "If all of us are going to work together on this investigation, and you truly meant what you said about trusting the six of us . . . if you're willing to join forces with us and help us catch Kira then I'm asking you to please come to headquarters so we can all meet in person."

"Yeah, if you showed your face and worked alongside us, it'd be easier to work with and trust you."

". . ."

". . . the thought had already crossed my mind." L responded nonchalantly. "Watari . . ."

Watari turned the laptop around on the desk, the screen now facing the remaining members of the Kira Investigation.

.*.*.*.

The two of us were in a brightly lit room, in the upper levels of the Teito hotel, which wasn't that far off in distance from the Kira Investigation Headquarters. I stood a few feet back from L, watching him as I always did.

He was thinking . . . calculating . . . devising . . . hell, maybe even plotting for all I knew. I walked up to him, reached my hands under his arms and crossed them in front of his chest in my usual hugging pose. I lay my head on his shoulder, staring out into the darkness of night for awhile . . .

My gaze drifted, and I saw L's hand clenched into a tight fist. Was he a little angry, perhaps? Or perhaps, determined? Dead set on facing his challenger head-on, like any warrior would.

My hands slid down from his shoulders, just barely grazed the shirt on his chest, and then finally stopped at his clenched fist. Gently, my hands embraced that fist, enclosing it with two soft palms, and two sets of long fingers. I watched myself do this though half-lidded, seemingly tired eyes.

Trying to comfort him, a little, I suppose . . . but maybe he didn't need comforting. I squeezed his hand a little, and didn't let go for awhile . . .

.*.*.*.

"Seems like they'll be here any second now . . ." I sighed softly, almost dreamily.

"Hm, really?" L replied, not taking his black eyes off the dark horizons before him, littered with tiny glittering "stars".

"Mmmmmm . . . yeeeeah." I smiled, and removed myself from his person. "Well, I'd better get going!"

L turned his head to see me walking away from him, towards a side door that opened onto a flight of stairs. I bet if I turned around right now, I'd see him actually raising an eyebrow at me.

"So you're not going to stay behind and watch?"

"Heheh, ah nah, I think it's best if I leave this part up to you . . . I mean, after all, I'd hate to steal the limelight away from you . . . L! Kun!" I turned my head around to the left to grin back at him.

"Besides, I got some stuff I gotta do . . . things to do, people to see, hell to raise . . . plus there's that pizza guy that I'd called about an hour ago . . . I wanna intercept him before he actually makes it to the room . . . ooooh boy, that'd be awkward, him running into the new headquarters of the Kira Investigation . . . Hmm hmmm . . ."

"But you know what?" I said, lifting my right index finger up in the air, my left hand holding my right elbow. "Before I gooooooo . . ."

I strode back across the room towards L. I gave him a big, wide, warm smile, and brushed the back of my first two right fingers along his cheek.

"I just want to say . . ."

I removed my hand, and lightly punched him in the arm, smirking.

"Knock 'em dead kid."

I grinned my little mischievous smile at him, and then walked out of the room. I walked down several flights of stairs . . . perhaps five . . . right before I stopped on a landing, turned on my left heel, my right leg up in the air at a ninety degree angle from my other leg, and turned myself invisible, and then more or less Apparating myself back up to L's room.

Heh, yeah, like I was actually going to miss this . . . besides, I wouldn't really have to worry about Naomi until the sun came up, and that wasn't going to be for another six hours . . .


A/N – Somehow I feel like this chapter has a lot of sorry attempts at trying to describe a person's physical actions . . . but then again I could just be paranoid.

Sen's Playlist:

Somebody Else – Vanessa Rojo

Crazy Train – Ozzy Osbourne

Misa no Uta – Death Note Soundtrack

Get Out Alive – Three Days Grace

Thanks for the Memories – Fall Out Boy

Topless – Breaking Benjamin