A/N: I am very sorry for taking so long. Well, I was busy with exams and all so I didn't pay attention to these at all and when I came back and tried to write it, I'm so out of touch with it that it was pathetic. The story progression was rather slow so I decided to speed things up and try to make it interesting. Sorry. :(

"Please, I don't know anything about the Kira Cult," the man in the cell cried. "Please let me go!"

Levi stood before the cell, peering into it through the one-way glass. The cell was a featureless white walled room with a polished floor. There was no furniture in the room except for a cot hanging from the wall and a toilet. To the left side of the room was a metal door that is locked from the outside, keeping him in.

The room that Levi is in resembles an office, fitted with desks, chairs and several computers for his use. On one of the screen are numerous recordings from cameras in the cell, as well as a profile of the man that was captured.

Levi pressed a button for the intercom, where it garbles his voice such that it could not be recognized.

"Dave, isn't it?"

The man startled at the sound, looking about for the speaker. He finally settled on looking at the glass, his gaze somewhere to Levi's left and pleaded, "I really don't know anything, I'm innocent!"

"You are a reporter for the Daily News, am I right?"

"Y-yes," Dave stammered, "So you gotta let me go, they'll be looking for me!"

"They won't be looking for you," Levi informed, "As far as the agency knows, you have resigned."

"W-what?"

"I have looked into your activities and I've found that you work on crime," Levi said, while Dave stared into the glass, a stricken look on his face. "While that is nothing to be suspicious of, what's strange is that most of these criminals that you come into contact with, they die afterwards while incarcerated, through an accident, or a fight."

"I don't know anything!"

"That might mean nothing, as whoever Kira is now could simply follow your reports and plan their deaths," Levi said calmly, "However, what I have found and traced to your profiles are online accounts that are used to promote the Kira Cult. It was rather obscure and difficult to trace but L is nothing but thorough, so here we are."

"Please, I-I," Dave blurted in a panic, slamming his hands against the glass in desperation, "I didn't do anything!"

Levi stared at him for a beat, using the silence to add to his fear before he continued, "You might not have done anything but you certainly have something to do with the cult so tell me, where is this cult located?"

The man was silent, staring wide-eyed at the glass.

"Well?" Levi asked, "You know where it is right? So tell me and I might consider a request for a lighter jail sentence and we shall be done with this matter."

Dave spluttered then cried, "I don't know, please!"

Levi sighed, "I'll give you sometime to consider or I might just have to resort to other measures."

The man paled but he kept silent.

"I suppose you'll have to keep those measures in mind," Levi said, "I'll ask again and just once. Where is the Kira Cult?"

His cellphone beeped.

Levi glanced at the man inside the cell who showed no signs of answering before reaching for his phone.

Are you free this weekend?

"I'm just a reporter, please!" Dave's voice echoed from the cell. Levi glanced up at him and rolled his eyes while he blubbered on about his lack of knowledge of the cult.

I don't think so, I'm in the middle of an important project.

Levi sighed as he hit the 'send' button.

"This is illegal, right?" Dave let out a nervous laugh as his eyes dart to the door of the cell, "You can't torture me! It's against the law!"

His phone sounded again as Lucian sent him another message.

Is this about that family business of yours?

"I don't know, please!" Dave cried as he finally cracked under the pressure, "I-I really don't know! But there's this guy, h-h-he asked me to do all this! He was the one who recruited me, I-I don't know about anyone else but it was him!"

Yeah, sorry. I'll find some other time to see you.

Levi placed his phone onto the table and spoke to the man, "Tell me more about this person."

Lucian sighed as he typed back an 'ok' and picked up his backpack.

"Lucian?"

"I just remembered I have something on at him," Lucian muttered, "Sorry Tasha."

"That's fine," she said, "There's always next time."

"See you."

"Bye," Neville said as he looked up from his phone.

Tasha frowned at him, "Aren't you worried?"

"Worried about what?"

"He's acting strange."

Neville stared at her, "What do you mean by strange?"

"Don't you think he'd been unhappy lately?"

"You mean after that Levi guy graduated?"

"So you knew!" Tasha snapped at him, "Did you not care?"

"What am I supposed to do, he's not as close to us as he was anymore," Neville protested, "Not like anything I say would work anyway."

Before he could react, Tasha pinched his arm and twisted hard.

"Ow!"

"Bad Neville!" She scolded, "He's your friend! Did you forget that he stood up to Wallace for you?"

"Ow, ok!" Neville yelped as he managed to pull free, "What do you want me to do?"

"Make him feel better!"

"With what?" Neville grumbled, "Honestly, the only thing that would make him happy is seeing that Levi guy again."

"Why are you calling him that?" Tasha questioned, "He is our friend too."

"Not really."

Tasha looked like she was going to pinch him again, before her face brightened, "I know, we should invite him out too and ask Lucian to come along."

"Ok, how are we supposed to do that," Neville asked, "We don't have his number or know where he lives. We barely know anything about him."

"We can get it from Lucian."

Neville scoffed, "As if he would let us into his phone."

"Well, the school keeps records of their students."

Neville started to see where it is going and uttered, "Tasha, no."

"He just graduated a few months ago so it should still be here," Tasha said, ignoring his weak protests, "We can just sneak into the office and find it."

"No."

"Why not, it'll be fun!"

"It won't be fun if we get caught!"

"So we shouldn't get caught," Tasha said simply.

"It doesn't work that way."

"Let's do it tonight," she urged.

"Absolutely not!" Neville said as he picked up his bag and began to make his escape before his girlfriend could rope him into this crazy plan of hers.

Lucian quietly closed the door behind him. He proceeded to lock the door and peeked out the curtains, having the uneasy feeling of having been watched and followed on his way home.

"Oh, you're back."

The boy startled at the sudden voice and turned to find his mother sitting on the couch.

"Hello, Andrina," Lucian greeted cautiously, "You're home early."

"Yeah, it didn't work out with James," his mother admitted.

"Okay," Lucian said and was surprised to see that she'd taken it well.

"I think I'm done with this dating thing," she stated, "Maybe I shouldn't be dating at all, it would've been fine just like this, wouldn't it? We're pretty well off, Michael is working and Baxter is still paying child support."

"Perhaps look for a job?" Lucian suggested.

"That might be good," Andrina said, then muttered, "I've never worked a day in my life."

"Urm…"

"It's not too late to try, I'd better start looking sometime soon."

"Alright," Lucian said, "I'm heading off to my room now."

"Lucian."

He turned to see his mother fidgeting on the couch, looking as uncomfortable as he feels, "This might not be enough to excuse what I've done in the past but I'm sorry for how I've treated you before."

She huffed and ran a hand through her hair, "It's just, Shouhei had carved a wound too deep that I wasn't able to let go of it and I… I'm sorry."

"Maybe we can work it out in time," Lucian said, not feeling like dealing with her apology now and certainly not feeling like forgiving her quickly or god forbid, begin calling her 'mum' after calling her by name for so long.

Andrina looks slightly disappointed, "I understand."

The door rattled just then, startling both of them. Lucian quickly left the room before Michael could open the door. Ever since that incident in front of the house, Lucian had been avoiding his brother. He couldn't help but feel that Michael had been staring at him a lot recently. It was strange and awkward that it prompts Lucian to escape whenever Michael is near.

He barely closed the door behind him as Michael voice drifted into the house.

Lucian tossed his bag on the floor and proceeded to hang his jacket on his chair when he noticed something odd resting on the table.

At first he thought someone had found his stupid notebook but then he noticed the white lettering on the front. Lucian set down his jacket and approached his desk, staring at it.

'Death Note'

"What the hell?" Lucian muttered as he reached out to inspect the book.

The moment he touched the surface of the notebook, a searing pain pierced his skull as countless images flew through his mind and burned themselves into his eyes.

He saw himself picking up the same notebook from a patch of grass.

He saw a familiar and yet unfamiliar face in the mirror.

He saw himself writing down countless names in the notebook, satisfied with the knowledge that their owners are dead.

He saw a strange pale man with shaggy hair crouched in a chair.

He saw a huge monster leering at him in a large hallway.

He saw the same shaggy-haired man die.

He saw an older man with glasses, a woman about his age and a young girl.

He saw the man standing on the rooftop in heavy rain.

Lucian gasped and backed away so quickly that he collapsed into the side table, panting and staring at the notebook in dread.

"Hello, Light-o."

He jumped as he raised his head and stared into the eyes of the black monster that he'd seen, grinning at him with that same exact smile.

"Ryuk."