Author's note: I'm sorry for not updating sooner. Before I wasn't busy enough, now I'm TOO busy. I haven't checked my e-mail in days. Very bad. When I got to looking it was flooded. I really need to get a second account.
To those of you who wanted to see L last chapter he's here in this one, last chapter was getting pretty long compared to my others so I had to shorten it up. Again, I need to be slightly less verbose maybe that would make updating faster.
Thank you to reviewers and readers you make my heart burst with happiness. HEART ATTACK! (keels over)
Disclaimer: I can't say I've ever owned death note. I can't say I ever will.
Naomi reached out a hand to stroke the grey stone that encased the large chamber. The air tasted damp and smelled like mold. Beside her the spirit sighed and shook his head.
"Is this it?" She asked. He looked at her and cocked his head, arching a single eyebrow.
After their flight through the woods he had shed his bird form for the brown haired youth he had been earlier. The youth had lead her through winding tunnels and cold passageways, after what seemed an eternity they had entered a dark room only lit by a small ball of light floating just below the ceiling.
It was just enough light to see the mess of papers scattered about the floor. Millions of sheets were stacked in small mountains. And now the two of them stood there staring at the impossible task that Naomi had placed upon herself.
The boy's expression seemed almost bored as he surveyed the scene in front of them.
"You wanted to look for his paper work, well here it is! Somewhere… in this huge pile… that no one's touched for five thousand years…" He winced and pulled a hand through his hair. A tanned foot reached out and poked a stack causing the entire thing to collapse sideways.
Feeling pressured she snapped at the boy, "And do you have to be that little boy again, is that the only thing you can do?!"
He turned and stared at her, he blinked once, twice. Then he looked back down at himself.
"You don't like this form?" he asked in an all too innocent voice. Naomi groaned in exasperation.
"No it's just the same boy as last time!" Her words came out sharp and loud echoing throughout the vast corridors.
"So?"
"Can't you do anything else more original?!" Her words actually had some affect this time. His expression changed immediately to match Naomi's angered glare.
"Of course I can, don't be ridiculous. It takes less time if I turn into something I recently do, less thinking involved. Besides I'm sure you'd love to have a conversation with Godzilla." His hair immediately grew thinner falling to one side of his face while his skin grew paler in the light. Naomi looked back to the papers, somewhere in there it would say if her husband had indeed entered heaven.
"I thought you said it was organized." She fell to her knees and picked up a paper with unintelligible scribble all over it. "I can't even read it."
The boy stopped his metamorphoses and glanced over her shoulder at the dark print.
"It is organized, chronological order. Front is the latest stuff the back is… no one's ever made it to the back." He deepened his voice in an attempt to sound eerie. Naomi just glared at the sheet of paper.
"That's nice to hear." Her voice sounded far too heavy with sarcasm; hopefully Raye wouldn't be in the back…
"Oh don't worry there are dates on the pages, we're not that much of slobs. So just find the date of your death and work from there." He smiled at her picking up a sheet of paper.
"Don't spirits ever look at these papers; I mean why else would you keep them?" She motioned towards the great void of flimsy white sheets.
"Oh same thing as usual, we made a promise and now we have to keep it. This is our version of a loophole; we'd prefer to be in a pigsty than to be slaves to our own bargains." His voice deepened sounding almost mournful to Naomi, she shook her head. What did she know of spirit's emotions?
"Still, does it have to be this messy?" She honestly didn't understand these creatures. Besides spirits the only other non-human beings she had heard of were shinigami, and even they weren't so hard to understand.
"We don't have free will often, when we do we exercise it to our full advantage. That's why it's a little weird for you to make a bargain so easily with a spirit; you too are held to more than just your word now." They looked at each other. Naomi sighed and picked up a paper making out the scribble of a date and moving on to the next one.
For hours she toiled in paper work accumulated over thousands of years, all the while the brown eyed boy watched her tapping his fingers slowly against the stone work. Once in a while she would ask a question which he would answer cryptically. But overall the room remained silent until Naomi reached the final point.
"This is impossible." Her bangs stuck to her forehead, dripping with sweat. The boy started by the wall.
"What is it now?" He groaned and trudged over to her position on the floor holding a thin piece of paper.
"There has to be some mistake!" She waved the white paper in front of the boy's face.
"We don't make mistakes unless we mean it; it's not quite our style. What are you accusing us of now human?" She dropped the paper and tore off of the near by piles searching frantically for the name.
"I can't find him, the date is right but he's not anywhere!" The panic swelled up inside of her bubbling to the surface. She couldn't have come all this way for nothing! Spend what seemed like an eternity with a bipolar ghost with pedophiliac tendencies for absolutely nothing!
"Oh you mean lover boy, you know I feel kinda bad for him. Must be hell to be married to you, so demanding, and loud. And the anger, mustn't forget the fiery temper." He shuddered but Naomi ignored him still sifting wildly through the piles of papers.
His head snapped down towards her suddenly, "Your husband's name, it wasn't Light was it?" His eyes blazed with a cold emotion Naomi couldn't place.
Naomi's hand froze above a collapsed mound, her breath caught inside of her throat. She turned to stare at the boy, consumed by the ominous foreboding that was beginning to rise in her mind.
"No… His name was Raye." He didn't look relieved by the truth. He grunted in acceptance, his hair turned darker and the skin grew a sickly blue.
"Good, if it was Yagami I might have had to break my word. I'm afraid I haven't been entirely honest; another clause in our almost perfect nature, we lie. There is one other fate that can befall humans, you might not like it though." He turned away from her now, growing thinner by the second shadows swirled around him.
"So it's true then, you have told me nothing! You are an asshole, a bipolar asshole, if you could control your emotions for one moment maybe you could have thought to tell me all this earlier!" Now she knew why people were driven to murder, if it would have done any good she would have shot the inhuman bastard a long time ago.
"Follow me." He turned on his heel and strutted out the room, not waiting for Naomi to get up from the floor. Whether it was her insults or some other factor the spirit was now quiet and distant for which she was eternally greatful. Small wonder no one came to them for help.
She scrambled up from the floor running to catch up with the deity before she lost him, she sprinted through the corridors following the trail of shadows left in his wake. She wasn't paying attention to her surroundings so she was surprised when she tripped and fell onto the dark eyed boy.
"Watch your step." He pulled roughly on her wrist dragging her to her feet. Her knees stung with the impact she had made with the floor. He looked away walking towards a table in the center of the new room.
The cavern looked surprisingly similar to the one she had been in, except instead of papers the floors were littered with books. The boy moved and picked one especially thick volume labeled with strange symbols.
"What's that?" She asked, he looked up a scowl still masking most of his features.
"The history of half-spirits. Halflings as I call them." He turned a yellowing page in the book, "You may call them something else, been called just about everything over the years. Demons, vampires, wraiths, gods, super-models been just about everything you can think of."
"Raye is not a super-model, is there a point to this little section of our tour is this another useless stack of papers." Naomi clenched her fist nervously around the tail of her shirt, she didn't like the sour tone in the spirit's voice.
"Hey this is a book! Very different from the date of entries into the realms of heaven and hell. This while has a lot of names and dates is a record of what Halflings are like while they prowl around the earth." He gave out a harsh laugh, the pages continued to fly.
"What is a half-spirit anyways?" He stopped turning the pages, his eyes lifted up to hers. He glared at her his eyes burning with a passionate anger.
"Exactly that, half spirits. Humans who have forsaken their humanity to be a spirit. Selfish creatures, to low even to bow to dust." Flames danced around his ankles, licking his legs as they climbed towards his eyes.
"There are several ways in which a half spirit is born. One way is the obvious, spirit and human hook up and well I'm sure you can guess the rest. Not very pretty I assure you. The other way is for a human to use an object possessed by a spirit or to become possessed by a spirit themselves. Whatever the cause they're not welcome here, and I'll make sure they never are." His teeth ground together in the venom he must feel towards whatever these people were.
"And you think Raye is…" She droned off, her sentence didn't need to be finished.
"Smart girl." He laughed cruelly and flipped a final page, "Here we are now, Raye Pember: Exterminated. Personally I think it's an achievement, he'd have been a disgrace anyways." He slammed the book shut, and dropped it on another stack of books. He stomped past Naomi clearly meaning to leave her behind in the labyrinth.
"Exterminated?! What are you talking about?! Did you kill my fiancé you little devil-child!" She had never really liked this guy but if he had killed Raye forget all politeness she might have to try to stuff him in a bottle.
"What no! I didn't kill him, I mean too messy, death is disgusting, ew so many decomposing bodies. No it's just a technical term for when spirits go… nuts and have to be taken care of... It means he is nothing, never was, never is, never will be. The scientific name for the place is Mu, but you wouldn't know that. After a while half spirits can get a little rowdy, all the more reason to get rid of them. They're almost all gone now, all except Light Yagami the sly little demon. And as you can see everyone has issues getting rid of him." The spirit gritted his teeth while saying the name and once more began to change shape from the depressed looking child to a mocking image of Light Yagami.
"Well, if Raye is 'dead' why is it so hard to get rid of him?" Said Naomi in an equally dispassionate voice, her teeth also clenched together in rage.
"Hey we've tried, but he's insane proof or something. I don't know, but nobody can get to that guy. Every time we try nothing happens, nothing. I'd like to see you try sister, go ahead and try." The fake Light Yagami stuck out his tounge at Naomi, but her mind was on a completely different track.
"Well why don't I? After all it is his fault that Raye is dead. That I am dead; his fault that thousands of people are dead. In fact I'd rather like seeing him get what he deserves, to rot in an unmarked grave." She couldn't get Raye back, from what the bipolar-demon said but perhaps she could still get revenge. It was too late to get Kira in jail but it wasn't too late to get him off the streets.
"Wait, what did you say? You want to get rid of… You know that's impossible right? He'll have you back here within a month I guarantee it, he has that place so tightly wired… You aren't listening. Hello, crazy lady!" The spirit waved his hands about wildly then sighed in defeat when she wasn't listening. "Fine, whatever, ruin your life why don't you? Just when you get down there remember that I told you it was a bad idea. And make sure to bring back Yagami's head."
"I suppose you aren't completely useless after all."
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Practically skipping out of the room Raito smiled to himself. He patted his pocket which stowed both the tapes and the envelope and whistled a tune. Things were turning out better than he'd hoped. Now that he'd dealt with Demegawa Ukita would survive and he'd have successfully saved his life. One more down and about a thousand or so more to go.
Still, things could have been worse. Ukita could have actually injured him when he hit him with the car. While he could feel the bruises forming on his leg he knew they wouldn't really start hurting until the next day. And soon the tapes would be out of his and Demegawa's reach, he'd give them to Ukita who would no doubt hand them over to L. Sure L was a paranoid asshole but he dealt with evidence efficiently enough, and besides it wasn't like Raito had any use for those tapes.
Turning a corner in a hallway he looked outside through the unbroken glass doors. Now all he had to do was cover his face and walk out the door, easy as pie. Or at least that's how it should have been.
If Soichiro hadn't crashed into the same doors with an armored truck nearly running over a security guard and running into Raito. The second car-hits-pedestrian-accident he had been involved in that day, hell same hour!
"Why the hell does this always happen to me?! Am I really that evil? Do I deserve all this pain?" Raito pretended not to notice the ominous answer to his thoughts that yes, most people deemed he did.
Soichiro walked out of the car with some sort of jacket on his head panting from effort, well it had to be said getting up after a heart attack was not the easiest thing in the world. Raito would know, but then again Soichiro hadn't been shot.
"Where are they airing the Kira tapes!" Soichiro's voice was hoarse with the stress he was no doubt feeling. Raito grimaced, he knew he felt worse. Had Soichiro been run over by two cars recently? Let's see…. No.
"Hey old man, you're too late if they haven't been destroyed by your senile-style driving then I got them." Raito weakly raised a hand while pulling out the folder from his coat pocket. Soichiro's head whipped over to Raito instantly. His face fell as soon as he saw him.
"Lawilett-san?! You have the tapes" asked the stunned police officer. Well what did he expect, the Dali lama?
"Not so loud, I have ears you know. Those flappy things on the side of your head tend to be sensitive when you're young. I know you're old and senile but please, feel a young man's pain." Raito attempted to prop himself up on his sore arms, armored trucks hurt much more than your normal car. Young may have been stretching it, after all two thousand years was a long time. But Soichiro didn't know that.
"What are you doing here?" Did his father always ask such stupid questions or was this a new thing? He couldn't remember at the moment.
"See, this is what I mean. You don't even acknowledge my previous sentence and instead start a conversation that clearly is irrelevant and redundant as I already told you why I was here. What about you Yagami-san? Shouldn't you be recovering in the hospital?" Raito watched as Soichiro's face changed from shock, to confusion, to a rather defensive expression. The joys of talking to humans were few and far between, the only one he had exercised lately was messing with their thick heads.
"I am not old! And I don't need to go to the hospital! What about you? Shouldn't you be in the hospital?" Soichiro's left eye twitched. Well at least he knew he should be recovering. Raito had done the same thing lots of times, like the time he had accidently jumped off a building. Strangely enough he had survived that, it had just led to complications when he actually had to get up and walk. He had never crawled so much in his life.
"Hospitals are for the senile, and I while I am elderly I am far from being decrepit and mindless. But all that aside I have to go, you know places to be people to see. So on and so on. Besides I'd just be in the way." Too right he would be. The last thing Raito wanted was the nosy-detective to decide to play twenty questions.
As Raito attempted to stand up he put his weight on his left leg and cried out in pain. The second wreck must have done it, he probably broke something. Judging by how fast the bullet wounds healed it would take at least a day for it to go back to normal. He wouldn't be running anywhere on his own for at least twenty-four hours. Dammit there went his getaway plan. Being dead and accident prone screwed everything up! Not to mention nothing made sense anymore.
"Where do you think you're going? You can't even walk!" Soichiro the moral detective glanced at him concern. It was true the man thought he was weird but he must not want to see him in pain. How sweet.
"Hey at least I don't have arthritis you old fool! I can crawl wherever I want, I can limp wherever I want, and I don't have to take any medication for aches and pains! And besides that I would rather drag my way through an iron maiden then once again be forced into a hospital and deemed criminally insane. So eat that old man, eat it. I went there, I went there. I went there, went back and bought a time share in Mexico. And I did it without going to the hospital!" While going on this rant, Raito had the peculiar feeling that he had lost the police chief three sentences ago.
True to his insight Soichiro didn't appear too enlightened by these bouts of complaints nor did he seem entirely interested. The man instead walked over to Raito, who had fallen back onto the ground during his speech, and helped to lift him up from his bent over position against the crushed armored crush.
"This means nothing. And if you take me to the hospital I'll say you're my abusive uncle." Muttered Raito while leaning heavily on the older man's shoulder. Soichiro nodded, and then looked back outside. He probably didn't hear a word Raito said, being too busy keeping on his feet. It probably wasn't too good to use the man as a crutch considering both of them were falling over Raito figured he needed it more.
"There's no way we can go back out that way now." Soichiro observing the armored truck with a furrowed brow. The crushed vehicle looked more like a stack of deformed pancakes then the iron safe it had been before, where before the crash it had looked as if it could withstand an atom bomb now it looked like it would fall apart if a fly landed on it.
"Sure we can, the car's not that bad. I've driven worse." Raito nodded towards the crumpled vehicle. Soichiro had no idea he was dealing with an expert getaway driver. When the going gets tough Raito gets going in the opposite direction.
The police chief just looked at him in an exhausted disbelief, and then looked over at the squashed armored truck which was starting to give off smoke. Well, even Raito had to admit that it would be one hell of a ride in that beast. But it was still plausible. Slightly.
Soichiro sighed in frustration, glaring at Raito he reached into his pocket and pulled out a cellphone. Obviously he still hadn't gotten over being roomies in the hospital.
"You aren't calling him are you? Really you don't have to call him, I mean he's probably very busy… doing…. god knows what…."
Soichiro merely ignored him before waiting for the person on the other end of the line to answer.
"Fine, call him why don't you? Just don't tell him I'm here, take the glory for yourself. I don't mind, in fact I'd rather not get the credit." Raito held his breath as he waited for L to answer, hopefully Soichiro would be selfish for once and listen to Raito's advice.
"Ryuzaki, I've gotten the tapes." Soichiro sounded triumphant and slightly spent. So far so good, sounded like Raito would get no credit at all. After all Soichiro was still under the impression that he was a psychotic beggar with a bad heart.
"Well, to be honest, it wasn't me. Do you remember Nathanial?" Soichiro looked at Raito briefly. Another pause.
"Tell him all about me! I'm begging you! This is not reverse psychology! Tell him it was all my doing!"
"Are you sure?" Soichiro blinked, then passed over the phone to Raito with a slight hint of wariness. Raito cursed the man before reluctantly raising the device to his ear.
"Damn you old man!"
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L couldn't believe his luck. He had sworn that his second suspect had flown off the face of the map laughing at L's attempts to find him. Though the boy was barely considered a suspect, he hardly fit the profile for Kira. The only thing that may have matched was the genius but Nathanial was far too…. Unorthodox to be Kira. Besides judging from the way he spoke about Kira he thought of him as an idiot. (Of course he had referred to L as an idiot too but that was beside the point)
In fact of all the people L had ever met Nathanial was probably the least and most likely to commit mass homicide. Because of all people L had met Nathanial was the only one who seemed to be a walking contradiction. He looked young, hardly older than seventeen but he spoke and looked with eyes well beyond his supposed years. He both avoided and invited L to stalk him. He was annoying, he was interesting; he was infuriating, he was exciting. Nathanial was like watching a car crash, it's bloody messy and there seems no way to stop it but you just can't look away. But despite being a living disaster Nathanial wasn't the living disaster he was looking for.
The one thing that possibly pointed to him being Kira was his ability to appear out of nowhere, and his unheeded knowledge of things that were supposed to be kept secret. Even if the man was not Kira L would need to find where he could possibly have found the information. His name. If one person knew his name who's to say more did not. No, even if he wasn't Kira it was still in his best interests to interrogate him.
"Hello Nathanial-san, why did you retrieve the Kira tapes. Surely you knew that the police would take care of the situation." L spoke in his normal monotone trying to make it seem as if he was sick of Nathanial meddling in his business. The truth was the exact opposite. Besides L suspected the boy (man?) couldn't help himself.
"Listen asshole, if you have any complaints about me saving you a hell of a lot of trouble you can keep them to yourself. I work hard at what I do! And I don't need any complaints from lazy-detectives-who-are-too-damn-paranoid-to-look-out-the-window." The red-haired man sounded irritated but there was more to that, underlying the frustration was exhaustion. No doubt it was left over from the heart attack and blood loss he had suffered only days prior. How he had managed to walk out of the hospital alive was beyond L's comprehension.
"I believe I have a right to say my opinions."
"When pigs fly and hell freezes over."
L decided it was time to change the subject, clearly bickering was not going to get him any new information. And with Nathanial it always led to some eerie one sided conversation that he appeared to be having with his own conscience that L just happened to overhear.
"Ukita arrived back at headquarters a few minutes ago." Stated L in a matter of fact tone. He looked over at the head strong police man who was staring blankly at the carpet.
"Really?" Nathanial sounded genuinely surprised.
"Well didn't you tell him that the situation was being taken care of?"
"Well yes but I honestly thought that he'd just ignore me and get himself killed." Nathanial sounded pleased at this outcome, relief coloring his tone. L tried to stop himself from hesitating, but to his dismay had to take two seconds pause before he continued.
"Your lack of faith in my men is flattering, you think of us so highly." L rocked back onto his heels thinking on what Ukita had said when he got back. "He says you participate in grand theft auto." L honestly didn't expect an answer so he was surprised when he heard laughing on the other end of the line.
"Yeah, I did, I was bored. Not much else to do at the time. Of course it just about killed me every time, but still, it was worth it." The young man continued to chuckle as L analyzed this statement. L automatically assumed that he was lying his ass off, but with Nathanial you could never really tell.
"He also said this occurred of five-hundred years ago." L waited.
Nathanial stopped laughing, a cold silence passed through the phone lines.
"Now what on earth can that mean? I'll leave this to you to figure out. Why spoil the fun?"
"You call messing with my task force's heads fun?" Not that L could disagree with him but still. The manipulative bastard.
"You're saying that to me? You are the biggest hypocrite I know, you mess with people's minds way more often than I do. Look in a mirror you delusional bastard. Compared to you I am the god of mercy and virtue."
L blinked before attempting to resume the conversation but he was cut off by the red-haired suspect.
"Anyways I'll just give the tapes I picked up to Yagami-san and we can officially say I'm free and out of debt."
"Debt? Do you owe me money." asked L once again confused just by talking to the man.
"Money, ha, that would have made my life so much easier. No, I don't owe you money. Just yours and a couple thousand other lives that I some how managed to screw over in my belief that I was a god. So I figure that by getting you the tapes today you might have an epiphany that will somehow manage to save yours and thousand of other lives. Meaning I'm FREE!"
"Nathanial-san, I'm sure on some other planet that would have made perfect sense, but unfortunately this is earth. As a result I have no idea what Nathanial-kun is trying to convey. Besides I would have gotten the tapes anyways." L felt his eye twitch, the worst part about interrogating victims is when they spent hours telling you absolutely nothing.
A silence followed on the other line before he spoke, "Ryuga, you are killing my buzz."
"Hold on I have the deputy police chief on the other line." L used the excuse to get out of the conversation before he lost his temper and really began to argue with the boy.
"Holding up two conversations simultaneously? Don't you find that a bit rude? Not that I should talk of course, but still… I feel snubbed."
L mentally rolled his eyes. And began to arrange how to get Soichiro and Nathanial out of the studio before Kira killed both of them. Although he was starting to get feeling that it would take more than a heart attack to kill off his gothic suspect; just a hunch of course.
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Raito was not happy. Not happy at all. That second car hit must have taken a lot more out of him than he expected, as a result he had to be half dragged into L's head quarters (which happened to be a fancy hotel room at the moment). And if he had been able to walk out of the room he would have, hell he would have crawled. It's not that he didn't respect L or admire him in a grudging way it's just, he couldn't talk to the man without being reminded of his death.
And when he was reminded of L's death he was reminded of his own death, and then everyone else's death as well. Death, dying, and dead it was all that left of Raito's life. Not that he ever had much of a life besides death.
Typical summery of seventeen year old Light Yagami's day is as follows,
Get up,
Kill those evil rapists,
Take a shower,
Brush teeth,
Kill those evil murderers,
Take another shower (just to make sure),
Go to school,
And it went on and on and on and on. In fact that's probably why Raito was bored out of his mind now; he had nothing to do except watch a narcissist teenager kill people which can get incredibly dull after a while. What had Ryuk ever seen in him? If Raito was in Ryuk's place he'd have killed Light out of sheer boredom. Entertaining his ass. It wasn't even graphic murders where you had the entertainment of watching someone fall apart. It was just… scribbling in a notebook. Goddamn how had he lived like that?
But now it all was slammed back in his face as he was dragged into the suite by a rather grumpy Soichiro who no doubt thought he needed another trip to the hospital or to the nearest padded room.
That was of course the plan, convince all of L's task force that he was out of his mind. Not only was it good sport it also got him out a lot of awkward conversations. The problem was the boss himself, no chance he could convince L he was insane. The best he could hope for was paranoid-eccentric who had a habit of lying about anything and everything.
"You really should go to the hospital Lawilett-kun." Said the middle aged officer setting Raito down onto the carpet.
"Nathanial, I might not respond to that use of the name. Besides I really did overdo the creative license." Raito grimaced thinking of his purposeful butchering of L's last name, he just wasn't fond of being called 'Lawliet' so he had settled for the next best thing. A horrible mispronunciation.
"You aren't thinking properly Lawilett-kun, go to the hospital." Soichiro must have thought he was delusional due to being hit by a car. That was the least of the factors that went into his insanity.
"Why don't you go to the hospital?"
"I feel fine dammit!"
"You don't look fine, you look old. Older than me and I'm ancient."
Both of them were being helped into the hotel room by Watari who was having a hell of a time getting both of their crippled bodies into the room at once. That's what they got for relying on a reckless driver to save their asses. People got hurt.
"I am not old! And I will go to the hospital later, you should go right now!"
"Why bother? I'll just be back in as soon as I get out. I don't know if you've noticed but I'm rather accident prone…" Especially recently, whatever was throwing off his sense of balance didn't look as if it was going to magically disappear any time soon.
Soichiro was about to answer again before interrupt being interrupted by Watari who happily dumped the two on the floor in front of L who looked bizarrely happy by the turn of events. Raito's panic alert went onto instant high, L was never happy unless he was planning something extremely dangerous.
"Ryuzaki, the tapes are in this bag, along with the copies and the original envelope." Raito's worn out father handed the bag over to L in a rather exhausted manner. The shopping bag was from the Japanese equivalent of Victoria's Secret; they were short on time and couldn't find anything else to place it in. How Soichiro got the bag Raito wasn't sure he wanted to know.
"Thank-you Yagami-san. That was a very brave thing you did." L stared at the bag in concentration, Raito rolled his eyes mentally, he never changed. He was purposefully ignoring Raito at the moment and was pretending to actually concentrate on the case. That, or, he was completely heterosexual and was really hoping they brought him porn. Either way he was going to be disappointed.
"I need to go lie down for a while…" sighed out the chief, staking out the couch for the rest of the night. And since they had conveniently forgotten the ex-megalomaniac it seemed like the light was green for his escape plan. Run like hell (or in his broken/sprained leg case crawl like hell)
Of course this is Raito's world so nothing goes according to plan. That would be too easy. L's head snapped up from the Victoria's secret bag and he glared at Raito's all-too-obvious attempt to clamber over towards the door.
"Is Nathanial-kun leaving so soon?" asked the insomniac detective. He set down the bag of tapes and handed it off to Watari muttering a few instructions.
"Yes?" Well Raito hoped he was, but right now it wasn't seeming like a likely option. Especially since L had suddenly become obsessed with him, honestly Raito was not that exciting. Besides it was vaguely stalker like.
"But he just got here, and besides he is after all a main suspect of mass homicide."
"That makes me want to stay how?" Raito looked back towards the door in desperation, maybe if he could half limp over there he could make it before the rest of the team decided to act.
"We have coffee." That of course was the last thing Raito wanted to hear, for one it started a sterotype that he was dependent on coffee and secondly it would mean that he would have to stay just for that damn coffee!
"Damn you and your caffeine to hell!" Sighing in defeat Raito sat down on the floor and placed one hand under his chin turning to look at the detective in disapproval. "It better be a good brand."
The detective smiled motioning for Watari to bring in the coffee, "Oh don't worry it is. Watari I'm going to need the hand cuffs." His dark eyes seemed to widen as he looked at Raito, taking in every miniscule detail for analysis.
Raito blinked slowly, "What part of coffee do I need hand cuffs for?" the feeling of dread spread from his stomach all the way to his throat. Was the caffeine worth it?
"You don't need them, but I do. Would Nathanial-kun like to play a little game of interrogation? I'll be the detective and you can be the criminal." L smiled slowly placing aside the tapes and reaching for the hand cuffs Watari brought him.
"Not really, how about I be the detective and you can be the criminal?" Raito had to admit it, the man was good, Raito had no chance of running when the cold metal rings snapped shut around his wrists.
"Uh Ryuzaki, shouldn't we be analyzing the tapes now?" asked the ever eager Matsuda whom Raito still had revenge planned for. L turned away from his newest prisoner and looked a Matsuda with a degrading expression.
"Matsuda-san, please don't interrupt me on my unofficial interrogation or else I might have to torture the poor man." L turned back to Raito whose eyes widened at the word torture and used his good leg to push himself away from the detective.
"I don't regret it, I thought I did but I changed my mind." Raito stared at L's face slowly taking in the epiphany in full force.
"What?" the detective cocked his head staring back at the murderer.
"L the Kira tapes please!"
L reluctantly turned away from Raito and towards the television placing in the first cassette delicately. With relief Raito realized that L still had no idea what he was saying, but eventually he would lose that luxury for it seemed that L was not likely to dub him insane so easily.
Author's note:
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