Here's a new chapter just for you! Also I'd like tothank my friend for filling Izzy's blog with internet jokes. Also I'd like to apologize for messing up one of the joke's instead of: 'Yagami san is a pretty cool guy. He gives me rides home, and isn't afraid of anything.' It should have been 'doesn't afraid of anything'. Sorry.
I don't own DN.
"You seem preoccupied Mr.Ericson. I suppose much of that video must have come as a surprise to you," Rem quietly said to the prosecutor.
She received a noncommittal grunt in reply, and assumed he was still mulling things over. Rem had never been especially assertive, but she needed to do this now, before her grandfather whisked her away. As he reached for the doorknob, she stopped him again.
"You have expressed your confusion over my existence and don't seem to understand exactly how my fathers' relationship came about. I have no doubt that the word 'shinigami' or death god, as it was most likely translated, also gave you pause. I imagine that a confession, while extremely helpful, is a difficult thing on which to build an entire case."
"Why are you talking to me about this?" Ericson asked raising an eyebrow at her.
"Because I know how I would like to run my case, and I think the format could actually benefit you, but mainly benefit the truth." She stopped and waited to see his reaction. He was quiet. "I want my daddy to tell the whole story in his words. It will take a great many days, however, what he says will help you prove his guilt. I don't intend to prove his innocence simply that he has changed and deserves to live. Will you give me time for his story as well as supplemental stories from others?"
He looked at her closely, as if trying to figure out precisely what she was thinking. Finding his powers of perception falling short, he simply asked his question.
"Why would you spend all that time proving your own 'clients' guilt?"
"Because I simply want to give everyone the chance to make an informed decision. It is my Justice, Sir."
"Your justice?"
She nodded then added, "I would like that video to remain hidden until the very end. Do you except these terms?" She held out her little hand, and he had to bend slightly to shake it. "I suppose we should sign something and get a witness."
Ericson sighed and took a piece of paper out of his briefcase. He began to draw up a little contract. She peered over his shoulder, before leaving the room to fetch someone to serve as witness. She returned with her brother.
"Are you even sure that thing counts as a contract?" the boy said in Japanese as he leaned over the prosecutor.
"Well, it's undeniable truth that we agreed on it," Rem answered.
"I suppose, even if it isn't legally binding, he'd look pretty terrible for betraying the trust of a four-year-old kid," Hikari said with a smirk.
Ericson, who was feeling uncomfortable from the conversation he could not understand, signed his name to the contract. The siblings signed as well and Prosecutor Ericson began to wonder what he'd gotten himself into.
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"Is it any good?" asked Marius wrinkling his nose at the meal in front of him.
"It's great, Mari. You're a wonderful cook," Matsuda told his son. The two of them were sitting in front of the television with plates of pasta set on their knees. They were watching the news, a relatively new pastime at the Matsuda household. Currently a panel of commentators were picking apart Hikari's impromptu press conference from that afternoon.
"What is that kid thinking? I've been avoiding the paparazzi with all my might," Matsuda grumbled into a fork load of noodles.
"Knowing Hikari he probably has something planned," Marius said picking moodily at his food. Matsuda watched him out of the corner of his eye and planned his words carefully.
"Marius, you and Hikari are both having difficult times right now. This little fight is only making everything worse. You guys should make up. You really need each other right now."
"No! I'm not talking to him until he apologizes to me. He shouted at me. He called me names. I'm not at fault here at all!" Marius shouted angrily. He was trying to look tough, but there were tears in his eyes. "He's so mean!"
Marius got up and ran to his room. Matsuda heard the door slam upstairs. He felt very much alone in the house; he missed Misa. He did, however, have something good to tell her. She had nothing to worry about; Marius was in no danger of being pushed around or used as she had been. The kid had a backbone.
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Ryuk had been bored for weeks. Nothing had happened since Rem had returned from her meeting. Everything had gone to vote and all the arguing and discussing had dragged out for a great deal of time. The children had grown anxious waiting for the results. They did nothing all day but sit in front of the television waiting for breaking news. Light had been even more boring. He was growing lethargic in jail. He barely even spoke to his shinigami. Bored, Ryuk had taken to frightening Chiro by making his robots fly whenever he visited his grandparents. Even that, however, grew old fast.
As the sun rose over city, Ryuk perched on the balcony of Light's old room with a new feeling of excitement. It was, at last, the first morning of the trial, and his thirst for entertainment could at last be quenched. Behind him the alarm clock went off and Hikari's hand swung out and hit the snooze button. Ryuk watched him for a second before, as expected, Hikari sat straight up in bed.
"Shit!" he exclaimed, "The trial!"
In a moment he was at the closet struggling to take off his pajamas. He dressed in a suit, a style that never quite seemed to fit him, and then struggled with his hair. With an anguished cry he threw his comb to the floor and hurried into the hallway. Ryuk followed him to Sayu's old room where Rem was sleeping.
When Hikari opened the door, however, he found his sister already dressed and sitting on her bed. She smiled when she saw her brother and the shinigami, and she came over to greet them.
"How did you get ready so fast, Rem? I thought you wanted me to wake you up," Hikari questioned his sister.
"I didn't really sleep last night," the girl told him taking his hand. "We should get there early. Come along Ryuk."
The siblings held onto one another's hands tightly as they went to wake their grandfather. The largest endeavor of their lives was about to begin.
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"I'm not going to the trial, Daddy," Marius told his father.
"But Mari!" Matsuda begged. Unfortunately whining proved to be an ineffective parenting tool.
"Goodbye. I'm going to school." Matsuda was left alone in his house. He sighed and went about locking everything up. The key shook in his hand as he shut his front door. He had somehow hoped that the trial would never actually start.
It was far from ideal, but he had grown used to visiting Misa in jail every day. It wasn't so bad, he got to see her and he knew she was safe. With everything moving forward nothing was guaranteed. If the trial never started Misa would never be killed. Matsuda let out a wavering sigh and began to walk away from his house. He didn't feel like driving.
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"I WANNA GO TO THE TRIAL!" Izador had tried a number of tactics already. He had tried arguing that it was historical, he had tried arguing that he would stop blogging if they let him go, he had even tried giving his papa all the chocolate in his possession. None of it had worked, so now he was trying to win with volume.
"Izador Keehl, you are not going to that trial and that is final!" Mello shouted at his son. He took Izzy's shoulders and turned him so that he could look him in the eye. "Do you understand me, young man?"
Izador let his knees give way and collapsed to the floor like some sort of doll. Mello tried to pull him up by the arm, but the kid grabbed onto the foot of the couch and wouldn't budge. Mello looked up at Matt to get some help, but discovered his husband was gawking at him.
"What is it!?" He asked in annoyance.
"You sounded just like Roger," Matt told him. Mello stared at his hands in horror as though he had killed someone.
"Get up Izador," he said standing, "We're going to the trial."
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Sayu, Near, and Chiro were walking up the steps to the courthouse where the trial was to be held. The two adults held their heads low and tried to ignore the paparazzi that surrounded them. Near was especially uncomfortable, and he squeezed his wife's hand in fear. She pulled him closer and sped up her assent. She was yanked back, however, when Chiro, who held her other hand, stopped dead.
"Come on. Let's get inside," Sayu said to him. He looked up at her quite innocently, and she found it off putting. He never made faces like that.
"Mommy? Will uncle Light be alright?" He asked.
" I don't know, Chiro. Now come on." She tried to pull him up but he started to cry.
"I don't want anyone to hurt Uncle Light!" the child wailed. The sound of camera shutters filled the air and she bent forward to pick up her son. He screamed the entire way into the courthouse.
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Misa and Light sat side by side in the back of a police car waiting to arrive at the courthouse. Neither of them spoke much; they had too much on their minds. Aizawa and Mogi sat in the front, and didn't look at them, even through the rear view mirrors.
They both looked nice. They had been allowed to dress up for court, to shave or put on make-up, although they had been watched. Yet even in their new outfits it didn't seem so different from the last time they had both been in the back of a car driving away from captivity.
Light would have given anything at the moment to have a gun pointed at his head if it meant he would be told it was all a big joke. More than that, however, he would have given anything to have L's voice come over a closed circuit radio just so he could hear it again before he was condemned to death.
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So there is your short somewhat boring transition chapter! The trial will start soon bringing the story to the next step. So be there next episode folks!