Love
December 24th, 2019
Winchester, England
"Matsuda-san," asked a young Key, "When might I visit Mother?"
Matsuda turned towards the small boy, pain clearly evident on his face. Smiling sadly, he patted Key on the head gently.
"I'm sorry, Key," he said gently, "I know it's hard to live apart from your mother, especially on Christmas, but not this year."
"But I want to see her now!" complained Key, tears forming at the corners of his eyes, "Is it because I'm a bad boy? Is it because Mother doesn't want to see me?"
"Your mother loves you very much," said Matsuda seriously, kneeling in front of the small boy and taking his hands, "She sends her regards. It's very hard for her to be so far from you too, but we have to do this. I'm very sorry, Key."
"No!" said Key, "You're all keeping Mother away from me on purpose! I want to see her! I want to see her right now!"
He ran to the large computer screen hanging on the wall of the office, banging his small fists on the Letter emblazoned across the screen.
"I know you're in there!" yelled Key furiously, tears not streaming unchecked down his cheeks, "Tell me! Why can't I see mother!"
"It's because of your eyes," a voice bubbled bluntly from the speakers, "We can't let you see her until we are sure you are completely safe, to yourself and others. If you continue to train quietly, you can see her someday, but now we know too little."
"Near!" protested Matsuda, "He's just four, you cant just—!"
"He asked," The voice replied simply, making it clear that the discussion was over.
"If you don't let me see Mother right now, I'll…" Key was still sobbing, pounding against the screen, "I'll tell everyone! I'll tell it to everyone and anyone! I want to see my mother, Nate! Please let me see my mother, Nate River!"
Matsuda grabbed the small child in a hug, patting his head while glaring into the camera mounted on the screen.
"Blackmail, huh?" said the voice, indifferent, "You are becoming more and more like him..."
"Who?" the little boy said, confused, still sniffling into Matsuda's shirt.
"Never mind," said the speaker, "Besides, it would be bad to waste your best trump card on something so trivial."
"That's what's you're worried about?" said Matsuda, still trying to calm the young boy, "He just misses his mother, that's all. Any child of his age would."
"I want to see mother…"said Key, resigned and calm in Matsuda's arms.
"Meh. At least you have a mother," said a new voice from the door, "Or at least one that you want to see."
"J?" Key looked over Matsuda's shoulder to see the thin form of the older boy, grinning and leaning on the doorframe.
"I, for one, don't see the obsession," said the young J, "Most of us are orphans, so you're one of the lucky ones. Enjoy it. Although I really shouldn't be talking I guess."
Walking calmly closer to the screen and grinning directly into the camera as if he could see into the other side, J considered the camera for a while before he spoke again.
"Hello Mother," he said without a trace of emotion, "Merry Christmas. Working late with L again, I assume?"
"Hello, son" and equally cold voice sounded from the speaker, no longer the L distorted voice, but a chilly female one, "Don't cause too much trouble for Mr. Rester over there."
"I would never~" said J dripping with false sweetness, "Go run back to your post now, mother. I understand that saving the world is far more important than being a single mother for your only son~!"
"If you behave, I will send more puzzles for you to solve," replied the female speaker coldly, "It's what you wanted for Christmas yes?"
"Of course," said J, smiling, "Did you bring down the gang with the tip I sent you?"
"Who do you think I am?" the voice replied arrogantly through the speaker, "Really, your sexism is even worse than your father's used to be."
"Bye now~" said J smiling into the camera. He walked calmly away from the screen, pausing right before he reached the door, glancing back at Key who was still a tear streaked mess in Matsuda's arms, "Get yourself cleaned up, kid. There is no such thing as motherly love at Wammy's. Merry Christmas."
September 1st, 2029
Winchester, England
Isa and Hato stared at each other quietly for a beat before Isa grinned and put away her note, flopping down on Hato's bed.
"So, how did you figure it out?" she asked, looking at Hato below lowered lashes, "Something similar to what we're doing, right?
"Nothing so archaic," said Hato, his face still blank, "I have surveillance everywhere. It's so cute how you two still believe in privacy."
"Well, you got me there," said Isa, giggling, "Well since you know everything, I assume that you also know that both of us aren't Kira and about Key's eyes?"
"Well," said Hato, "There's still the possibility that one of you two is still Kira, the murder did off Isaac without my cameras catching after all. Plus, Key even knows all of our real names. That makes him even a bigger suspect. But then again, I've known about his eyes for years."
"Have you?" said Isa, "Dang it! And I was hoping that I knew him the best~!"
"It's simply really," said Hato, scrolling through some files on his hover screen, "He's the only member of Wammy's who has living relatives other than J. J makes sense since his only living relative is a close aide to L and therefore has no time to raise him. But, Key's relatives are all civilians. The closest I can tie him to L or even law enforcement in general is some of his older relatives were retired police force. But that's it. Meaning that Key himself has some ability that ties him incredibly close to L. Considering his Letter, his rank and his obsession with Kira and BB cases, it's not a huge leap."
"You're a bit too much sometimes~" complained Isa, "Hacker characters really have all the cheats~! What convenient lives your type must lead~~!"
"Convenient enough to have several bounties on my head from various countries," replied Hato in a monotone, "Including several very annoyed Triads after my blood."
"Exactly~" agreed Isa, "Everyone cares about you. Must be nice~"
"You're one strange kid," Hato said, still staring, unblinking at the screen, "So I suppose you're here to kill me now?"
"What makes you think that?" said Isa, sitting up and looking at him with a smile.
"Well, first of all, I know that you two have Death Notes and told no one about it," listed Hato, seeming a bit bored, "I could easily accuse you two of being Kira and get brownie points from L. Second, I know that you've been planting cameras in everyone's rooms, meaning that you have some plan in the works that I can mess up. Thirdly, you already said that you'd do anything for Key, meaning that because I know too much, I already pose a potential threat to you both. And finally, and certainly not least, I know your real name. I'm very good at finding names, and, you have no guarantee that I'm not the Kira that killed Isaac. Killing me here has all pros and no cons. You can even pin it on the other Kira as his second killing."
"Well geez, Hato," said Isa grinning at him, "I didn't know you were so eager to die."
"Just stating the facts," said Hato, blandly, "I would, however prefer to live. But dying by Death Note would be quite interesting."
"Well, as much as I would like to kill you," said Isa, her eyes gleaming with a strange light, "I don't know your name. And more importantly, it would make my Key very sad if I asked him for your name and you wound up dead."
"Then what are you doing here?" asked Hato, still not looking up from his screen, "To bother me?"
"I'm here to plant a camera in your room, remember?" said Isa happily, placing the tiny device on the head of Hato's bed, "And to tell you. That if you even think about touching Key, I will end you like I ended Alice White."
"So you don't care about yourself?" asked Hato, finally looking up at Isa, examining her face.
"No. I don't. Just don't hurt Key," said firmly, before smiling politely and flouncing out the door.
Hato watched as the door closed behind her and sighed. Waving vaguely over to a different hover screen he pressed a few buttons and stared at the interface.
"See?" he said, "I told you, nothing to worry about. Now that we know where some of the Death Notes are, we can begin the research."
Isa lingered outside the door that just closed behind her. Grabbing handfuls of her hair in her hands she slid down to sit on the floor, talking to herself, her eyes wide with uncertainty and fear.
"I did the right thing, right Key?" she muttered, her eyes wide, "I did it for you, will you love me now? I did the right thing because it's all for your sake. I did the right thing. I did the right thing."
The fear faded from her eyes, replaced by a manic glint and a wide smile.
"I did the right thing because I love you, Key~!"
Key headed back to the library. That was where J, today, Jack was lingering before the murder. Sure enough, he was still sitting on the same table Key had left him on, now with the open Kira file on his lap, talking fast into a cell phone.
How ironic, Key thought as he walked up to Jack who was glancing down at the mostly empty file on his lap, Our roles were reversed just this morning. Time passes so slowly, I feel like that happened weeks ago…
"I get it, old hag," Jack was saying irritably into the phone, "I know L destroyed all the files but there has to be a copy somewhere. Years of investigation don't just disappear. Plus, you were there personally. So was Father. Can't you just tell me yourself?"
Key drew back a bit. Jack was clearly arguing with his mother on the phone.
"What do you me you can't tell me?" said Jack, getting more and more annoyed, "It's very important! Kira is here at Wammy's right now and I need all the information I can find. What do you mean you're not allowed to tell me? Yes, It does involve me too? Or are you forgetting that my biological father died during this case before I was even born? Don't I ever get to know how he died? Or who killed him?"
Jack eyebrow twitched in annoyance as the person on the other end clearly hung up on him. He noticed Key, hesitating a few meters away, wondering if it was fine for him to approach. He waved Key over.
"Mothers, huh?" said Jack, smiling and shrugging, "has more love for L than her own son, not that I blame her. Says that I shouldn't call back until I have something else to say besides complaining."
"Finally looking into the missing Kira reports?" said Key, peering into the familiar binder, catching a glimpse of an underlined name before Jack snapped it shut. Yagami.
"I get it," said Jack grinning into Key's face, "There is a point to reviewing the Kira cases. Sadly I have no leads. Everyone who was involved is either dead or sworn into some kind of secrecy by L. Strange."
"Yes," said Key, moving his glasses, "Strange."
"So what did you want?" asked Jack, tapping Key with the Kira binder, "Where you looking to read your favorite file or were you looking for me?"
Key stepped back a bit, nervous and adjusted his glasses again. Jack really had no sense of personal space.
"The file," said Key, holding a hand out for the binder.
"Aww, don't be shy, kiddo~" teased Jack, grabbing back the binder, "I'm pretty sure you've memorized this entire thing. It's my turn to obsess."
"So you're looking for this Kira then?" asked Key innocently as he pretended to brush off a spot of dirt, planting the camera onto Jack's shoulder.
"Yes," Jack's eyes began to glow with excitement and competitiveness, "Once I dig out this bastard Kira, I'll bring his head to L on a silver platter and prove to everyone that I'm still number one."
"I see," said Key, turning to walk away, "Good luck then."
Jack reached out lazily and snagged Key's arm, dragging him back to stare into his eyes.
"I'm only saying this once, so listen up Last-Place," said Jack, looking deadly serious, smiles gone, "I don't trust anyone in this house, but you don't seem like the type to be Kira and I do enjoy you. Stay away from the other Letters. They're all very fishy. Any one of them can be Kira and kill without batting an eye. Trust no one, especially that bitch Isa. I'll admit that she's smart, but that girl is crazy in so many ways, you have no idea. So, you better stay out of the way or you'll get caught in between this whole mess, and you're not going to come out alive."
Key looked into Jack's dark and unreadable eyes and nodded once. Jack grinned again and let go of Key's arm, turning back to the file. Key stumbled back a bit and began to walk away.
"I guess we're gonna have to call a rain check on that name game, Key," called Jack cheerfully over his shoulder, "Cuz the real deal is starting right around the corner!"
Key walked faster out of the library.
Thank you, Jack for worrying about me. But I was born already tangled in this Kira mess. Just like you, Jorn Keehl.
Key walked back to his room and was hit by a flying figure as soon as he entered the door.
"KEEEEYY~~~" screamed Isa as she hugged him, "OH~ How I've missed you! I was so bored I started to watch SakuraTV~"
"I've only been gone for about 30 minutes." Key said, flustered by Isa's energy, "Did you plant the camera?"
"Uh huh~" nodded Isa eagerly, "How about you? Jack wasn't in his room."
"I planted it on his shoulder," said Key, "I'm really surprised he didn't notice."
"Ah well~" Isa flapped her hands dismissively, "have you seen the size of clothing he wears? I doubt he'd notice if we stuffed a cat down there while he was asleep~!"
"Um, Hello…guys?" said Grimm, who had been floating behind Key the whole time, "I'm feeling horribly ignored. Did the author forget to give me lines or something?"
"Grimm," Key sighed, "You know we can't talk to you publically, other people can't see you."
"That doesn't stop about 10 other kids we passed talking to thin air," said Grimm, "Seriously, is this place a mental institute or an orphanage?"
"Sometimes, I ask myself that exact same question…" muttered Key dourly, "Everyday…"
"Enough about that~" said Isa, "Now that phase 1 of the plan has been completed, we can start with pha—"
Isa stopped mid-sentence as the corner of eye caught an unusual flicker on the TV screen, still tuned to the gossipy new channel, SakuraTV. Slowly they all turned to the TV as if entranced by the simple 4 letters that were now floating on a white-noise filled background. Key reached over silently as turned up the volume.
"We at SakuraTV were threatened to show this video to the world."
"It's happening again," said Key, his eyes wide, "Just like in the Kira file."
The letters KIRA written in calligraphic characters were floating on a mostly white background, as if they were taunting the people who were watching, glued to the screen.
"Hello World," said a computerized and distorted voice, not so different from L's own speaker voice, "I'm Kira. And I have returned to reign as God of the New World."
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I feel like my new goal every chapter is to be able to write a totally random, but vaguely meaningful flashback at the beginning and "DUN DUN DUUUUUNNNNN" at the end…
All the Wammy's House peeps are getting crazier by the moment. But hey, as Obha says, progression of character is awesome~ Introduce them normally then slowly filter in the cray cray….
Also Grimm is feeling abandoned by me…(I'm sorry I actually did forget about him for the first half of this but then had no way to insert him into the rest of it….)
AND YES J IS THE LOVE CHILD OF HALLE LIDNER AND MELLO OK? COME ON WAS I THE ONLY ONE THINKING THAT THEY WERE TOTALLY GETTING IT ON IN THAR IN DAT SHOWER? Oh wait. Right. Death Note fandom here. Het is Ew. Unless its with a Mary Sue self-insert OC….jkjk love you peeps (I was guilty of the Sueishness once too) :3
Some people are saying my fic summery is kinda boring? Misleading? Not very interesting? Man I suck at summaries….HEY~ Wanna come up with some cool ones in the reviews as readers? Pretty please? *sparkle sparkle*
Read and Review moar~
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