This story takes place directly after "The Twisted Kuzushi Affair"

Chapter 1:

"Definitions and Descriptions"

Light sat at a laptop in the epicentre of the Kira Task Force building. Above him was a widescreen monitor on the wall, displaying a media newscast but on mute. He was reluctant to begin an internet search. He knew the subject matter would probably trigger a red flag in the system, but he needed information for a report he was asked to write.

Ryuzaki wanted Light to write a report based on his personal experience with what the Kira Task Force labelled: "The Twisted Kuzushi Affair", which involved Ken Kuzushi and its bizarre events. It took Light deep into the Hokkaido-Jozankei Forest in search of his kidnapped family that ended up with the death of Ken Kuzushi.

Light needed certain terms explained for the report, so he typed in the word 'Sexomania', and the top searches came up with a few unflattering images, almost pornographic. To paraphrase context, in short, he wrote down for his report: 'A person exhibiting extreme symptoms for the desire of sex or the exploitation of such related matters'.

It helped him a little, but it wasn't what he was looking for. He then looked up OCD, Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, and it brought up a generic explanation: 'A chronic and long-lasting mental disorder in which a person has uncontrollable and perpetual thoughts exhibiting behaviours that he or she feels compelled to repeat'.

He now had an explanation for both to write in his report. He needed the proper terms and the correct explanations to even attempt a definition of what Ken Kuzushi was, because he had never experienced anything like Kuzushi.

Ken Kuzushi had been an obsessive compulsive, sexomaniac, with a fetish for exotic attire. He was also extremely psychotic. If Light was a psychologist, he could probably find a singular term to combine everything into one label, but he left how he felt best explained what he was trying to convey in the report, so the other task force members could understand in simple terms. And if Ryuzaki wanted to make a few change, he was welcome.

And yet, there were still elements of what happened that even Light couldn't remember. Like how he got the mysterious tracksuit, socks and sneakers, and the weird looking underwear with the yellow smilie on the crotch. It was like someone had helped him, but he forgot who. But he couldn't put that in the report, because it would not be believed, and would raise more questions than answers. He would only put the facts in as he recalled them.

Ryuzaki rolled over in his chair next to Light from his own station. He had been on his own laptop, eating jelly beans. The detective loved to eat sweets, but he never got fat. Light wondered why.

"Hi Light, is there anything I can do to help you with your report? You seem lost." L looked at the computer's searches. "I can give you a more simplistic definition for OCD, if you'd like? I'm not looking for a long-winded definition, just what you think it is. You don't have to think hard about this, write it like an entry in your diary."

"I'm working on, Ryuzaki," Light said, annoyed, and even a little flustered.

"I would prefer if you write the report short and precise," L replied. "Often when others read reports, such as police reports, they attempt to give too much detail which overshadows the narrative. Unlike the abstract synopsis to a novel, in a report, you must give factual, to the point, information, telling the reading what you wish to convey upfront—even if you write it in bullet form. Perhaps trying that? Tell your story in point-form first, get it down, then go back and polish it over, instead of trying to get the terms down now, which are a little risqué to research. Watari alerted me to what you had searched for, and that's why I came over."

Light felt his face flush embarrassed. "I'm sorry, Ryuzaki. I was only looking up the proper terminology for a few things, so I don't look like a fool when someone reviews my reports. There's nothing worse then someone reading an essay with major errors. It's better to keep your mouth shut and appear stupid than open it and remove all doubt."

"Mark Twain," Ryuzaki said. "And it's best to write about things you know about. I understand."

Light nodded. "When I was a child, I learned a valuable lesson: do your research, don't think you know. I received a bad mark on a school report because of it. I vowed never to fake my way through a report like that again."

Ryuzaki nodded. "I think I understand where you're coming from, I had a similar experience."

"So, how would you describe, Ken Kuzushi?" Light asked L. "I have so many terms, I'm getting all mixed up."

L put a finger to his chin. "Well, I think crazy seems to summon him up perfectly, to simplify him down to a single term," he said, smiling thinly, "and to add to that: …with severely psychosomatic tendencies and sexual megalomania, to put in a few psychiatric terms. But that would be how I would peg him, because I've had formal education in the subject matter. After what you told us about what happened, I think that describes Ken Kuzushi best. But the most important thing is your analysis, since you are the final word here; a first-person witness account is key, how you perceived the events. No one else can tell the story better other than the person who personally experienced it. The Witness Account is the best kind of report and is used in ninety-nine percent of court cases."

"I know, and I'm trying. It's just I'm new at this. Writing police reports is different to, say, writing an essay."

"I see," L said, then turned his chair to the seating lounge. "Mr. Yagami, can you come over here for a minute please? I believe we may need your help, since you have experience in this matter."

"But…" Light voiced.

Soichiro Yagami was sitting down in a two-seater couch in the lounge area just off the main epicentre with Matsuda. He looked to be resting his eyes for a moment, tired. The others were looking over evidence. He looked over, then stood up, and came over.

"Is there anything I can help you with, Ryuzaki?" Light's father inquired, then looked to Light. He expressed a verbal start when he saw the searches that showed on Light's computer. "Um, interesting subject matter, son…"

Light opened his mouth to explain, but then L said, "At the sake of being invasive, Mr. Yagami, have you and Light ever had 'the talk' about the birds and the bees, the flowers and the trees—that sort of thing?"

Soichiro Yagami looked at his son, Light rolled his eyes. "Oh, come on, Ryuzaki, what does that have to do with my report? And for the sake of argument, yes, I have be spoken to."

"I'm just saying, experience helps," L said.

Light's brow rose. "Yes, I know. You can express yourself better, recite a speech, for example, if you know the subject matter in depth. And if I get what you are implying, you want me to go out and experience 'things', so I have a better perspective about the elements of this case? I won't subject myself to that just to write a report. And as I've said before, I will not manipulate another person for a personal agenda. That's just the way I am."

"Worried you may get shot down?" L said facetiously.

Matsuda snickered from afar.

"I agree," his father said, after giving Matsuda a harsh look. "That's like asking Light to go out and kill someone just to know how Kira feels. It's preposterous!"

"When I take on a case, experience is golden when solving it. Knowing key factors is essential to track down your subject. Why do you think I suspected you so quickly in being Kira? Because the clues fit. The times when people were being killed corresponded to a high school student's time table. Suddenly, when Kira learned about this important fact, his game plan changed, and criminals began dying every hour on the hour, as if to taunt me, and to contradict my theory. Kira isn't like other serial killers I've ever dealt with, he's a murderer of his own breed. And we have to think of him that way. Just like Ken Kuzushi. Although, he's more common than you may think."

"Um, okay," Light said. "First, I'm not going to go out and have sex with someone just to have perspective about Ken Kuzushi. And just to clarify, he was into guys. I'm not. I plan to get married one day and have kids of my own."

Soichiro Yagami put a fatherly hand on Light's shoulder and Light saw a proud smile on his father's face.

"Second, I'm not crazy, nor do I have any obsessive compulsion towards anything or anyone. No, let me rephrase that. I do have a drive to catch Kira and to prove that I'm not him. I will not go through the rest of my life under suspicion of being one of the worst mass murderer this world has ever known!"

"Here, here," his father agreed, giving Light a couple of taps on the shoulder.

"Everyone is 'crazy' about something," L rebuked. "I'm crazy about sweets, but it doesn't make me a sociopath with obsessive tendencies about them. Although, I do brush my teeth five times a day." Light gave him a look. "Judge not lest he be judged, Light Yagami. You may yet have an OCD about something and not even know it. You want to catch Kira, but it's not compulsive, nor is it a desire. Rather you're worried about personal image. All teenagers are."

"Hey, that's…No, I'm not worried about my personal image. I've above that kind of narcissism." He sighed. "Can we get back to work now? Dad, I need your help in writing this report about Kuzushi. I have a few questions."

"Sure, no problem, son," his father said. "What can I help you with?"

To be continued...