Death Note Alternate Reality- Welsh Edition

Chapter 11- Dining and Wining Cthulhu

47 Belmont Road, Bangor, Gwynedd, two days later, four-thirty post-meridian

Felicity Granger was giggling to herself, her mental age seeming to decrease by the minute. She was currently adding several powders, concealers, and anti-ageing moisturisers to her face.

"Hee hee! Tonight's the night! I get to meet with the first killer! This should be fun!" Felicity bragged to Ryuk, "It's amazing that I managed to get him to meet me just by my good looks! I never thought I'd be this suave!"

Ryuk rolled his eyes, "Don't you think it's a little odd that he's so interested? What if he's an investigator for the police? And if he is the first owner of the notebook, don't you think he knows who you are? He might be using this as an opportunity to find out your name!"

Felicity stopped working on her face, and looked at Ryuk via her mirror, "What is it? Do you know something I don't?"

Ryuk looked away from her, and muttered, "Well, it's just that I'd prefer it if you continued killing for a while, and wouldn't want you to completely throw your pitiful life away."

Felicity turned around and faced Ryuk properly, and hugged the grotesque creature, before saying, "You're... you're worried about me, aren't you, Ryuk? You care for me, right?"

Ryuk fidgeted a little under the grasp of the woman. What was this feeling? Was it... guilt? Was Ryuk beginning to care for a human? No, the thought was absurd. Gelus, a particularly foolish Shinigami, had disappeared mysteriously after he took up a habit of observing a human woman from above. Rem, another Shinigami, claimed she knew what had happened to Gelus, but seemed reluctant to talk about it. Whatever it was, Ryuk knew that he hadn't seen or heard of Gelus since. He even swore that he saw Rem carrying Gelus' notebook around...

"No. I just don't want you to stop your entertainment of me. And the apples you buy me are too nice to pass up. Not like the sour ones the first human got me." Ryuk answered, "I have my own reasons for helping you out."

Felicity turned her head away, then let go of Ryuk, and continued to apply make-up, "So, you wouldn't mind if I were to get with this first killer?"

Ryuk shook his head, "Of course not. We Shinigami see you humans as nothing more than animals. Any feelings like that would be considered bestiality. On a cosmic scale, heh heh."

Felicity smiled with a sweetness unfitting of a woman her age, "Well, in that case, I guess I'm like your beloved pet, aren't I?"

Ryuk couldn't believe he was having this discussion with a human. Suddenly, all feelings of guilt had been banished from his mind, "Strike the 'beloved' part."

Felicity rolled her eyes, "Whatever you say, Ryuk, honey. I like you, just so you know..."

Suddenly the feelings of guilt returned to Ryuk. What was this? Ryuk was no human. Feelings like this shouldn't have come to him... was this what prolonged exposure to humans did? Make you more like them? It was like something out of a badly-made zombie apocalypse movie.

Ryuk decided, just then, that he wouldn't play on Matt's side. From now on, he'd do what he had intended to do from the start- stay neutral. However, neutrality did not mean he wouldn't be a vital part of this play. Oh yes, Ryuk would be anything but passive. Although Ryuk was probably going to regret it, he soon found himself asking Felicity a bizarre question.

"Hey, Felicity. Would it be out of the question for me to come along to this 'little date'? I just want to see what happens, that's all..." Ryuk muttered.

Felicity cocked her head, "But wouldn't that give me away? I thought you didn't want me to get caught. He clearly saw you before, so I don't want him putting two and two together..."

Ryuk cackled to himself, "Oh, don't worry, I won't be following you. I'll just be in the general area. I'll be watching from a distance."

"Oh... I see." Felicity replied, and finally finished putting on her make-up, "...well, how do I look?"

Ryuk looked the woman over. She was wearing a red dress that didn't exactly leave much to the imagination up top, but left plenty to the imagination at the bottom. She had braided her hair on either side, and looked rather precocious despite her age.

Finally, the Shinigami said, "You look like a human engaging in mating rituals."

"Shut up! We're not just dumb animals, you know!" Felicity replied.

"No, no, you're completely different from the other animals in this world... you're the only ones we Shinigami can harvest life from." Ryuk dryly replied, "Anyway, given your erratic use of the Death Note, I'd say you need to learn the so-called value of human life yourself!"

"But you said I have to kill one criminal a day yourself..." Felicity pointed out.

"One. You kill anywhere between five and twenty humans in a single day. I must admit, you are a worthy Shinigami." Ryuk mused, "But, you are still a human. If you do something reckless, I'm not going to step in and help out."

Felicity folded her arms, "I understand. Well, in that case, I'll give you something to do. I want you to wait in the men's toilets of the restaurant I'll be going to with Meeheil, or whatever his name is. Then, when he goes for a break, ambush him, and tell him that you'll kill him if he doesn't shout his true name out. Once he does as you say, then you can keep watching, from a distance."

Ryuk chuckled to himself, "Well, isn't that smart. You're getting around my constraints just like I did. So, what do I get in return for doing this for you?"

"How about..." Felicity scratched her head, "...well, I'm pretty rich at the moment. Why don't I buy an apple plantation, just for you. I'll pay the workers a full wage for growing the apples, and then, when its time for them to get shipped, they get loaded into a truck, and there you can eat them! How about that?"

Ryuk's eyes lit up bright red with the prospect. A whole plantation to himself... the temptation was rather great. Ryuk smirked to himself. Although this would reduce the excitement levels somewhat as a major piece would be removed from the chessboard, he would be literally swimming in apples... but then a little piece of his mind seemed to click, and suddenly, Ryuk realised that he could indeed have his cake and eat it...

"I like the way you think. It's a deal, Felicity. And we Shinigami... we never break our deals..." Ryuk lied.

Mello's Room, Enlli Building, Ffriddoedd Site, Bangor, around the same time

Mello was preparing himself for his 'big date' that had been planned for the whole of two days. While he wasn't meant to meet the woman until seven, he had been busy applying various concealable wire-taps and button-cameras to his his body and clothes. He also had an earphone which was directly connected to one of his wire-taps, which was disguised as a hearing aide.

He had put on a relatively suave-looking suit, one which he himself would never have chosen. Matt had chosen it, being the only one out of he, Near, and Mello that actually dressed somewhat normally. It was a mostly black, three-piece suit, with a white shirt. His tie was black, with a purple streak down it, giving off a feeling of refinement that didn't suit Mello one bit.

Walking out of his room, Mello walked to the next room along his hallway and knocked. Near opened the door, and instantly asked, "Are you prepared?"

Mello nodded, "Yes, I am."

Near smirked, "Good. Well, in that case, go and tell Matthew to come here..."

"In this suit?" Mello asked.

"Yes. In that suit." Near replied, his smile seeming to be one of sadistic enjoyment at Mello's discomfort.

Mello began to walk towards the exit of his flat, but then his common sense finally kicked in, "Hold on, you meant calling him, didn't you?"

Near didn't move from the partially opened door, and his voice mumbled, "Yes. You're still doing it in that suit, though."

Mello grunted at Near's bizarre attempt at a joke, and walked back into his room. Picking up his mobile phone, he highlighted a contact labelled 'Matt Dave', right under a certain other Matt's number, and pressed the green 'call' button.

After a short wait, he said, "Hey. It's Mike."

"Hi there, Mike!" Matt replied, his cheery-sounding voice an indicator that he was probably in a public place.

"Nathan said he wants you over at his place asap." Mello bluntly replied, "I hope that isn't an issue..."

"Not at all." Matt instantly replied, "So, right now? I thought this thing started at seven."

"Well, I decided to get ready early." Mello explained, "You know, just in case."

"I... don't know, but that's fine with me. I'll get going now." Matt concluded, and with that, the phone call ended.

Within a few minutes, Mello's phone began to buzz in his hand, prompting him to answer it, "What is it?"

"I'm waiting outside your flat. Let me in, will ya?" Matt asked.

"One minute." Mello replied, and hung up. He put his phone in his jacket's side-pocket, and walked out of his room.

Getting to his flat's exit, he opened the door, and let Matt in, "Right. You know where his room is. Just knock, and I'll get going."

Matt cocked his head, "Seriously, you're going already? It's, like, two hours too early."

"Well, I thought that given how dark the nights have been getting recently, I would go meet her a little earlier. We found out her home address, and so I can just knock on her door and we'll start our 'date' early." Mello mused.

Matt looked at Mello, as if trying to figure something out, "...hm. Wouldn't that draw attention? That you already know where she lives?"

Mello laughed to himself, "The woman's a vapid idiot. She thinks I'm crazy, and gets off on that very idea. She would love it if I turned out to be a stalker."

"Well, it's just that if I were a woman, I'd be scared, not turned on, by a stalker." Matt mused.

"Well, you're not an attention-seeking idiot, like her." Mello replied, "I know her type. Anyway, I'll see you later. Nathan will be waiting..."

Matt nodded, and left as Mello shut his flat's door shut. Matt knocked on the door labelled 'A110', and waited for the short, white-haired resident of the room to open it. Once he did, he walked in, no words being exchanged between the two.

Near crouched on his revolving chair, and mumbled, "Please, use the bed..."

"So, how are we going to get a feed of Mello's button cameras, and what have you?" Matt asked.

"Ah, you were wondering about that?" Near asked, "Well, L has recently purchased a web domain. It's called 'mystery phenomena snuff films dot com'. We pretty much guaranteed that no-one would search for such a website. Also, it is unlisted, meaning that typical search engines such as 'Google' will not show it on their lists. To tell you the truth, L paid 'Google' off. The bottom line is that we'll be watching several live streams, all of which are connected to Mello's cameras. L will be Skyping us, and watching the live-streams directly and uploading them as he watches them."

"Damn clever, I'll give you that." Matt replied, "I'm pretty sure no-one can come up with more secretive methods using publicly available tools than this 'L' figure..."

"Yes. It is. What I'm hoping to see is what plans both you and this Felicity woman have for Mello." Near mused.

"Are we still on this?" Matt exasperatedly asked.

"Yes. Mello seems to think of you as a friend, but I am not going to allow my emotions to get the better of me." Near murmured, "So, what are you hoping to achieve from this night?"

Matt shrugged his shoulders, "I don't know what the first killer would achieve by doing this. Anyway, let's just see how this turns out, shall we? I think this will ultimately turn out in both our and the first killer's favour..."

Near sighed in a slightly frustrated tone, and began a Skype-call to 'Ryuzaki'. Finally, L appeared on the other end of the line, and mumbled, "This is Ryuzaki. What is it?"

"Our operation is going to begin now. Mello has already set off on his way to Felicity Granger's house." Near mumbled.

L hummed to himself, and finally decided on a response, "He's being impulsive, insisting on starting early like this. Although, it'll be useful to catch Miss Granger off guard. If she's planning anything, and that monster Mello talked about is involved... then perhaps he could be interrupting her mid-discussion. The best plans require discussion and co-operation, after all."

Matt smirked, "Well, perhaps we're giving this woman too much credit. But still, better early than late, even if it's only a chance that she'll be off-guard..."

"Why'd you say that?" L asked, "Hmm... I imagine that the time isn't really a concern to the first killer. In fact, as far as the first killer is concerned, this 'date' is totally meaningless... if you are the first killer, that is. If you're the first killer, then your own date with Miss Granger may be important..."

"But haven't you already pointed out that I'd just kill her now that I know her name?" Matt asked.

"But now you'd want to deflect suspicion. That much is obvious." L mused, "Honestly, I though you'd be better than this..."

Matt folded his arms, "Look, if all you're going to do is throw accusations at me, then I don't see a point in me being here..."

L popped some kind of hard-boiled sweet into his mouth, "I do see a point in your being here, though. If you are, indeed, the first killer, you have a reason to want to work with the police to stop the person who so cruelly stole your powers. Also, I would much rather have an ally who can come up with facts about the people we're trying to catch out of thin air because they are in fact the first killer, and will be more invested than even our own agents in stopping our enemies..."

"So, you basically think you know I'm the first killer, and are working with me... why, because the first killer's killings were less frequent and thus is the lesser of two evils?" Matt asked.

"No. I just want to find out the mysterious method in which you kill. Then I'll put both you and Felicity behind bars." L mused, "Is that explanation satisfactory?"

"You're pretty honest, aren't you?" Matt remarked, "No point trying to refute someone so self-assured. Anyway, are you going to set up the live-stream?"

"Of course, you would be the most invested..." Near mumbled.

L turned away from his web-cam, and the sound of typing was heard. Near opened up 'Google Chrome', and accessed 'mystery phenomena snuff films dot com' directly via the URL bar. After the page loaded up, the browser loaded five separate video feeds, all separate button cameras, and one audio feed could be heard through the speakers.

At the moment, all that could be seen was different angles of the same thing- bobbing up and down characteristic of someone walking with a slight spring in their step...

Belmont Road, directly after the former events

Mello had found the street Felicity Granger lived on, and was now walking along the 'odd numbered' side of the road, until he found number forty-seven. Walking into the drive, he noticed the swanky car that now occupied the drive- a silver Porsche nine-eleven. It would seem that this second killer had been using their killings to get rich instead of smuggling apples, or whatever the first killer was doing.

Sighing to himself, Mello was about to knock on the house's door, but a voice made itself apparent in his left ear.

It was a monotonous, familiar voice to Mello, and it said, "Mello. I am just notifying you that we are currently monitoring your actions. Do not forget to say 'Apple-sauce' if you see that hideous monster you were talking about..."

Mello nodded, and this seemed to be enough to cue L to be quiet. Knocking on the door, Mello waited for a moment, before the woman he was waiting for looked out of the front window at him, before disappearing again and opening the door.

"Oh! Hello there, Mee- er, Michael! I didn't expect you to get here so early!" Felicity said all at once, "Come on in!"

Mello looked over the woman briefly, and walked into the house. She led him to her living room, which seemed adorned with the latest gadgets, with many a fancy ornament. Mello couldn't help but be impressed, and sat down on a hush, black leather couch.

"Wow... so, how much does a University Room Inspector make, exactly?" Mello asked, before faking embarrassment at asking such a personal question.

Felicity giggled to herself, and sat next to him, making sure she was almost leaning over him, "Naughty boy! You can't go asking a woman how much she earns... although, if you're the gold-digging type, I don't mind..."

Mello was a little put off by how close the woman was putting her face to his, and the fact that she was willing to be taken advantage of. It was hard to tell if this was an act or not...

"No, no, it's nothing like that. I just thought that this living room's pretty classy, that's all..." Mello replied, trying to edge as far from the woman as possible while looking around the room for the spectre he had seen recently.

"Oh, I see..." the woman replied, responding to Mello's edging away by closing in on him, "Well... the place we're going to isn't too fancy, it's just a little place. No reservations required, so we may as well show up early..."

"That's a relief." Mello awkwardly mumbled, trying to move his face away from Felicity's.

Felicity didn't seem to take in how repulsed Mello was, and brought her face closer to Mello, and whispered, "Do you want a kiss now?"

"Well, I wanted to be a gentleman..." Mello lied.

"...well, aren't you mature for your age?" Felicity replied, and then proceeded to kiss Mello regardless, and once she decided to free the unwilling prisoner from her lip's grasp, she continued by saying, "...it's a shame I'm not!"

Mello decided to get up as fast as the woman attached to him could allow, and said, "Uh... I need to go to the toilet..."

Felicity smiled at her victim, and said, "Oh, it's just upstairs, first room on the left."

"...thanks." Mello mumbled, and rushed from the room.

Heading into the bathroom, he shuddered, and mumbled, "I don't know if I can handle this. I could handle gangsters, serial killers, and bank robbers, but this woman... I can't stand it."

His earpiece began to talk again, "...don't worry, Mello. I think she's rather good-looking, myself."

"Shut up, you pervert." Mello replied.

"I'm a... pervert? You were the one who decided to attach a button camera to your breast-pocket..." L's voice replied, "I'm enjoying the view you're providing. I will also remind you that this is an important mission. Press her to get going to the restaurant, or this 'snuff film' site will become a pornographic site very quickly... not that that's any worse..."

Mello sighed, and walked back out of the bathroom. He walked awkwardly back down the stairs, and looked around the area rather than immediately entering the living room. He walked towards her kitchen, and turned on the light, seeing a flicker of something going through the wall before his thoughts were interrupted.

"Looking for me, honey?" Felicity asked in a voice clearly attempting to be seductive.

"Uh... yeah..." Mello mumbled, and began to turn around, but something caught his eye on his way around, and he turned back, and said, "...wait, what's that on the floor?"

Felicity walked up to Mello, and looked on the floor, where Mello was pointing. It was an apple core, lying next to the wall Mello had sworn he had seen something moving through.

"Oh, silly me, I must have missed the bin..." Felicity said, and walked towards the apple core, facing Mello as she bent over in an attempt to give him a view of her less-than-magnificent cleavage.

"She really does like you, doesn't she, Mello?" L's voice remarked for a moment, with Mello unable to do anything but silently feel anger at his mentor.

Placing the apple in the kitchen's bin, Felicity finally skipped over to Mello and said, "Well, thanks for spotting that! I swear I'm a better housekeeper than that usually. So, shall we get going?"

"I thought you'd never ask..." Mello said, masking his frustrated demeanour with false excitement.

Author's Note: I decided to end the chapter here to retain suspense, but trust me, I have been thinking long and hard about how this will turn out, and I have the story plotted out, like a boss.

So... what do ya reckon Matt has got planned? He has been the most quiet person in this chapter...