Asking for Help: Chapter 10.
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Light's point of view.
When L told me that he had a son I was a little shocked by this turn of events. I wanted a reasonable explanation. He sighed, then sat down in his chair in his usual method of sitting.
"I was fifteen years old and I had just come out as being gay to the others at the orphanage where I grew up. Watari, the one who raised me at this orphanage, wanted my bloodline to continue. So he approached me about having a son or daughter be conceived through a surrogate mother and a donor egg with the use of my sperm in a petri dish. This was be the only way that I would have biological children because of my sexual orientation. I thought over this matter very carefully before I made a decision. My decision was to take his advice and go forward with the procedure. Then, nine months later I did a son. I named him Near after my grandfather," he said.
I gaped open my mouth in shock due to his description of events in the timetable involved. But I understood his reasoning. It seemed very logical and methodical. Just like him and his personality, I thought. I somewhat smiled very shakily at him. But I was happy for him to have a family. This would also mean that I would have family as well because of my relationship with him. Then I thought I'd better clarify that with him before I assumed anything.
"Near will be my son as well, right?" I asked him. He smiled at my description of my feelings towards the boy in question.
"Of course you'll be his mother, Light, for all intents and purposes because you have the giving and caring nature. You also have an effeminate grace and personality that have done well in the past and gotten you out of tough scrapes. This is a good trait to pass along to the young individual in question," he stated to me.
I laughed with happiness and glee, knowing my place in this newfound family is secure. I was also happy with the role that L had put me in. I agreed with his statement about my personality. It was a very apt description, even though it ticked me off a little.
But over all it was a good conversation and not as explosive. As I would expect from the two of us and our temperaments at this point in time.
Roar's point of view.
I was watching the dynamic between these two owners of the death note. Humans are so fascinating, I thought. I can understand now why my husband finds them so fascinating as a species. Even to me, someone who is extremely cynical about the world around them can find their behavior fascinating and ought at times.
I found that the life expectancy for the one named L was different the one named Light. His numbers were increasing rather than decreasing. Which means there could be only one explanation: that L had some God of death blood in him somewhere in his family; most likely his biological father was the culprit. It has been known that happen in the past by Gods of death who break the rule about having sex with humans. The result is half human half God of death hybrids. Two things tend to happen to these children. One, be they go insane because they're born with the eyes of a death God. Or they are born geniuses with a high IQ but easily bored. These geniuses can become master criminals or great detectives. It depends on upbringing and background of the environment they raised in. It's quite fascinating to see living proof of the legend in action. Yet it can be very disconcerting at the same time.
The addition of extra years on his lifespan means that he started to use the death note that he is an owner of because of the death God blood running through his veins. He is getting the extra life expectancy from the death accused by the death note itself. Eventually, after 100 years or so, he'll turn into a full-fledged death God.
"Did I ever tell you? What happens to those who use the death note after they die?" I asked them.
They looked at me weird and they shook their heads no. I smiled with glee.
"Users become death gods after they die. From the use of death note, all the extra years go to them when they first become the death God," I said.
They both seem to be in shock over my description of the situation.
"But I thought you go to nothingness. At least, that's what Ryuk said," said Light.
I rolled my eyes in exasperation. Humans are so dense sometimes, I thought to myself.
"That is what the God of death realm is called, it's called nothingness because it looks like a barren desert sand landscape," I said.
Both of their mouths fell open in shock from this revelation. I laughed with glee. To pull one over on them and to know something that they did not. However, I know more stuff that I'm not going to tell them. But if I do, it's going to be even more shocking.
Just then Watari came in the room with a litter of kittens. He proceeded to give them to me. I was thrilled but suspicious, knowing that they wanted me to do something later on in the day.
L's point of view.
I was surprise by the information that is given to us by Roar. I was suspicious of her motive. But the information seem legitimate. So I texted Watari to get a litter of kittens for her for the exchange of information and small tasks that we may need her to do later on that day for the case in question.
"I may need to see you put surveillance cameras at a suspects' homes today. There are exactly three suspects for the copycat murders of Jack the Ripper that we're looking into in London England," I stated to her.
She narrowed her eyes at me but didn't say anything otherwise. She seemed to be thinking about my request. Then she nodded her head in agreement. She seemed to think it was a simple enough task.
"How many cameras are we talking about, L?" She questioned.
"About 450 or so." I said.
At this Light gave a little laugh, but otherwise didn't say anything else. He seems to think of my overbearing use of power as being hilarious. I personally don't see what he thinks is so funny. This is a very serious manner, I thought to myself. People are dying here and we need more information to determine who specifically is a criminal here, and then get the relative evidence with proper procedure in order to get the culprit behind bars to await trial where they both get proper deliberation underneath justice system. If I am very good in my job, which I am, the person will be found guilty.
My rate of conviction is 98%. Which means 98% of the time that I find the culprit, and that this culprit will end up behind bars for the rest of their lives. That leaves a 2% margin of error. That means 2% of all criminals will end up back on the street again.
I find this sometimes very disheartening in my mind sometimes. But other times it gives me motivation to work harder. Sometimes I have extreme nightmares about me not catching the right person for the crime at hand. These nightmares keep me up in the middle of the night. Thus, when I'm working on a case, I don't sleep well. Because of this my sleeping pattern can be disorganized.
This is why I sometimes suffer from extreme insomnia. It's not that I'm not emotional about a case. It's actually quite the opposite—sometimes I'm too emotional. But this is what makes me human, just like everyone else, even though sometimes others may not perceive this as such.
They see my drive and ambition as being robotic. But it is just my extreme determination at work. Sometimes, when I feel like, it I correct them and inform them of this little-known fact about me. But most the time I do not bother. For in my mind it is annoying to constantly explain yourself to others.
There was a knock at the front door, forcing me out of my contemplation. At that very moment, Watari went to go answer the door. He came back with a small boy. This boy had white hair and was about the age of nine years old. This was Near, my son. I was happy that I decided for him to live with us from now on.
Light introduced himself to him. Near did the same as well. They seem to get along well so far. I know eventually there'll be some yelling and arguing because my temperament is very close to Light's. Near has a similar temperament to me as well. Therefore, eventually there will be some fireworks in the house, with most likely emotional displays that aren't really like us.
But I look forward to it. Because it means that we're becoming a real family. That is the one thing I want most in my life to come to pass.