"So, what do you think is going on with Near? We were suppose to do the drug bust after he got back in contact with us, but the last time he called us was three days ago," Asked Matsuda as he took a sip of his steaming coffee as both him and Ide continued to walk down the sidewalk.

"I know what you mean, it's not like him to disconnect like that for a long period of time when we had a bust planned." Said Ide as he played with the earpiece that was resting in his right ear, making sure it was still secure.

The two turned down another sidewalk before coming to a large building. It was the old SPK building, but was now used for the special agents who worked for Near. Matsuda opened the door for Ide, before walking in himself. He sighed while the two of them separated and proceeded to go through the various metal detectors and security checks before finally meeting back up with each other.

Matsuda looked up at Ide, "You don't think anything could have happened to him, do you?" He asked, a slightly worried look on his face as he gazed at Ide. What would they do without him?

Ide seemed to consider the thought, before speaking, "Nah, I don't think anything horrible happened to him. Maybe he just has to go off and do something more important than the bust. I mean, this is the same guy who brought down, Light…Kira…" Ide finished.

Matsuda sighed softly, how long had it been since he last saw him, "I can't believe that was a year ago…it seems so much longer," he said before breaking out in a nervous smile and rubbing the back of his head in slight embarrassment, "Yeah…I suppose your right."

Ide and Matsuda entered the second lobby area and quickly made their way into the elevator and to the floor where the National Police Agency office resided. As Matsuda and Ide entered the main room, they caught sight an empty room.

"Aizawa? Yamamoto?" Matsuda called out and looked around in wonder, "Maybe their in the screening room." Said Matsuda as the younger man followed behind Ide, into the next room.

Matsuda caught sight of the back of Mogi's head along with the other members of the group. Ide and Matsuda fell silent as they walked forward and looked up at the largest screen in the room, seeing a bright white screen with the letter L on it.

"I'm glad you're all here. What I'm about to show you was broadcasted live on the west coast of America at 3:45 AM their time. It happened at 7:45PM our time, last night." Said the electronic filtered voice as the group watched the screen as it flashed over to the broadcast.

A female reporter stood in front of a large maximum security prison. Matsuda was able to read the prison's sign for just a moment, only able to make out the word 'Folsom'. The group listened to the reporter as best they could, English was hard enough to keep up with, but on top of that the woman had some strange country accent, foreign to Aizawa and the others.

"It's been confirmed that Folsom prison has been targeted with some mass suicide attack. Over half of the inmates in the maximum security prison has either hung themselves or died from what the guards are describing as a heart attack. S.W.A.T was urged to take extra precautions, but found no leaking toxic in the air or any other chemical that could have made this incident bound to a terrorist attack." The female paused as she passed the camera a worried look.

"It's being brought to my attention." Said the woman as she pressed her earpiece closer, trying to hear her script. "That these may not be suicide attempts after all. The strange events that happened over in Japan and here in America a year ago and lasted over a five year span brings fear and perhaps hope to some that these events may be caused by a well known criminal who was known to the public only as "Kira". Many of us who remember those events five years ago know that-" The woman was cut off as the screen turned back to the white background with the letter L on it.

"It seems that the Death Note has fallen in the wrong hands again." Said the electronic voice as Matsuda dropped his coffee in shock and then asked, "But how?! They were all destroyed!"

The room fell silent as the voice on the other line replied, "It seems some secrets were still kept hidden from all of you. I'd rather not explain everything over an electronic device. Let us meet and we'll be able to discuss more. In twenty minutes a fairly young man; a teenager I should say will walk through the doors of you're building and he will give you further instructions. Oh, and gentlemen, do not speak to anyone along the way. Kira is just as deadly this time around as he was last time." The voice went silent as the screen darkened. Their contact with L was gone.

Matsuda turned to face Ide, "If Kira is back than…" His eyes widened slightly at his thought, "Do you think Light is back too?!" He asked. He hoped to hide the small hope evident in his voice. He was scared though, more than anything. Scared and hopeful, wishing Light to be alive and yet, if he was, he feared that he would seek revenge.

Ide looked down at Matsuda, "You have got to be joking Matsuda. You were there when it happened; you shot him! There's no way he could still be alive, he had his name written in the Death Note, there's no way he's coming back." He said, almost sounding like as if he were scolding a small child at the idea that Light was alive.

Matsuda let out an inaudible sigh and looked down, "Yeah, I guess your right…" He said. He still felt that slight tinge of guilt for what he had done, but he had done it for the right reasons. Light had stepped too far over the line.

Aizawa, Mogi, and Yamamoto walked up to Ide and Matsuda. They looked at each other before Aizawa spoke, "It seems that something must have happened to Near. We think he's dead." He said in a slightly hushed voice.

"What?!" Matsuda yelled, though he quickly covered his mouth and rejoined the group discussion, a shocked look on both his and Ide's face. "Why?" Ide asked.

"Well, even though Near goes by 'L' now and uses the voice scrambler, that didn't sound like him. The way he spoke was different too. And why would we need to meet him if we already know who he is?" Aizawa spoke and Mogi nodded his head in agreement.

The five were silent a moment as the idea started to click and make sense in their minds. Time seemed to pass quickly as the group discussed the possibilities of the situation at hand. Ide started to open his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by a door opening. They all turned to the door, expecting the teen that this 'L' was talking about.

The room was silent as the expected teenager walked into the room and looked over the group in question, analyzing their appearances as they all did the same to the teenager. To say he was a teenager would be incorrect, the truth was he was about to reach his 20th birthday, but the way he dressed just threw him into the countless group of teenagers that take too much pride in their appearances.

The teen was dressed as any would call it, a 'Rebel'. His leather jacket fit him tightly as his dark denim pants did the opposite; hanging loose around his waist and legs until the bottom parts of his jeans were tucked into the designer styled boots that reached the half way mark between the teen's calf and ankle. The polished brown boots shinned effortlessly as a gold buckle strapped across the ankle area to add flare, but with no real purpose.

"He said only four of you were qualified for the job." Said the teen as he made his way forward towards the group, his bundle of silver necklaces and chains jingling as his styled black hair was feathered a ratted to mainly one side. The longest strand of hair framed the left side of his face as it trailed past his eye and cupped his cheek.

"But there are five of you," Said the teen as he looked over them one by one. His intense brown eyes glanced down at the paper in his hand and then back up at the group.

"I need a Mr. Aizawa, Uhh- Mogi? Matsuda and Ide." Said the teen, waiting to see who was the one left out. Yamamoto looked shocked as he asked, "What about me?"

"Ah, so you must be Yamamoto." Said the teen as Yamamoto nodded his head, hoping this was all just a big mistake. "The fact is you have had no previous connection to the Kira case besides what was shown to you today. L needs the experienced. The one's who know the ropes." the teen finished as Aizawa frowned in response.

"He's been with us for -" Aizawa was cut off as the teen shook his head, "Sorry, no can do. What L says, goes. And he said only you four."

Aizawa let out a frustrated sigh as he looked back at Yamamoto and passed a regretful look. "I'm sorry, Yamamoto, but it looks like you'll have to sit this one out." Said Aizawa as Yamamoto urged to fight for himself. "But I can do this! Really! I can! Just give me-!" Yamamoto was cut off as Ide cut in, "We need someone to remain here and make sure no one thinks this place is completely desolate. We have to keep an appearance going."

Yamamoto sighed in defeat as he nodded his head and replied dramatically, "All right..."

"Good, then it's settled, you four are coming with me." said the teen as he motioned them to follow him as he made his way towards the door. Matsuda decided he had to ask what was on his mind, "Is Near wanting to meet with us?" Asked Matsuda as the teen stopped and turned his head just slightly to catch sight of Matsuda.

"No, L wants to meet with you." Said the teen as he walked out the door, urging the others to follow him.

The others followed the man out the door while Matsuda looked at the door where the teenager had just been in question. He ran out the door, catching up with the rest of the group. He hurried to the front, getting close to the boy who, for now, still had no name to address him as. Matsuda looked around a bit, gazing at the people walking past him and made sure that no one was really close to the two "But isn't the current L, Near?" He whispered, his curiosity getting the better of him.

The man looked to the side of his face where Matsuda was, "Your questions will be answered once we arrive," He said, as he continued to walk down the street. He turned down a different sidewalk, where it was less crowded, and everyone saw a sleek, black car looking as if it was waiting for them.

The black-haired boy walked up to the car and opened the back doors, sliding himself into the large backseat. Matsuda hesitated slightly before he heard his voice, "Come now, we don't want to keep him waiting."

That snapped Matsuda out of it as he climbed into the back seat, sitting across from the stylish black-haired boy. The others didn't hesitate in getting into the car before Mogi closed the door. Without further instruction, the driver in the front seat started the car and drove out of his secure parking space. The group remained silent and slightly anxious as they headed to meet this new L.

***

Mikami stared at himself in the mirror, not pleased the least at his new appearance. His glasses had been replaced with colored contacts, a dark blue hue in his iris instead of his usual chocolate colored eyes. His hair no longer ragged, dirty, and no where near the same length it used to be. His once shoulder length hair had been trimmed and made to blend in with the long black extensions that had been put in his hair just yesterday when Light had him go to a discrete salon.

His hair appeared like silk and in a healthy state as well. The extensions reached below Teru's chest and accented his face perfectly. Due to the way Teru's face was structured, his well defined chin and cheeks which once seemed masculine appeared more feminine now. The elegant hair and piercing blue contacts made Teru unrecognizable to anyone who had once known him.

Teru let out a small sigh, not liking how he looked so feminine, but he would not question God's decision. God knew best and this was God's choice.

Mikami walked away from the elegant mirror that was nailed to the wall and turned the corner to enter the large open living area. The pent house seemed larger then most as he saw Light sitting at a desk on his computer, his eyes focusing on the screen intently.

Teru felt slightly useless. Shouldn't he be doing something to help God? God had had the Death Note since they got back and he had done nothing, it seemed to help him. Mikami calmed his thought process, God would still use him, he hoped, it might be a little bit before he asked, but he still, hopefully, played a part in his plans.

Mikami walked over to the black couch that faced the computer, his tight dark jeans, which he would never have been caught dead in before, made slight shuffling sounds before he sat down. It was unfathomable to Teru that he was actually sharing a house with God. Never in all of his life did he ever think that he would be this close to him. And so Teru sat, gazing at God as he leaned back against the couch; unintentionally of course. He wasn't even thinking about it, he just couldn't help but stare, even though he knew he shouldn't.

Mikami watched as God focused on the screen as he heard fast clicking of the keyboard's keys being tapped. One after another as if they were making music. The blue eyed beauty just continued to watch until Light paused and slowly turned his computer around so the screen faced Teru.

Light looked over at Teru and smiled before breaking the silence, "I suppose you're ready to get back down to business, hm?" Asked Light as Teru responded appropriately, "Whatever you ask of me, my Lord."

Light let out an amused chuckle as he stood up from his chair and made his way around the desk, leaning on the polished oak as he examined Teru's appearance. His transformation was complete and Light was happy with the ending result. Light would have never guessed such a well standing and handsome attorney like Mikami himself could turn into this well pampered feminine appearance that Light just seemed to find more fitting on him.

Teru's muscles tensed up, feeling God's eyes scan him up and down. He felt ashamed at his appearance, but at the same time he did not show anything on his face. He would never tell God he didn't like his new appearance for that would be defying God himself.

"This is a list of names along with their corresponding owner's profile pictures." Said Light as he turned his body and leaned back slightly to pick up the laptop. He brought it to the front of him and leaned off of the desk and took a few steps forward before setting the laptop on top of Teru's lap. Light let go of the computer as Teru scanned over the names.

"There are a list of ten names of people from main areas in the world. America, Japan, England, the list goes on. In total there are 150 names on that list. They are the top criminals at the moment from each region." Said Light as he walked around the couch until he stood behind Teru. Light leaned down and brought each of his arms on either side of Teru, resting on the laptop in his lap.

Teru froze as Light's mouth hovered near Teru's ear and whispered, "I want you to write down all of those names today. All deaths by heart attack." Teru watched as Light held down the Shift button on the keyboard and typed in the letters, "L, M, N."

The realization quickly came to Teru as to what each letter stood for; Every enemy that had defied God; Each one dead. Mikami watched in shock as a small 'click' sound made its way to his ears from the computer. Mikami noticed that there was a secret compartment underneath the bottom of the laptop. Light tilted the keyboard area as the compartment revealed the Death Note.

"I want you to eliminate them all, Mikami."

Mikami swallowed the lump that seemed to tighten his throat. "I'll do anything God, wishes," Mikami said, softly yet firmly, determinedly. Determined to fulfill the wishes of God. Teru slipped his hand into the compartment and picked up the Death Note. Mikami saw that Light had let go of one of the sides of the laptop, and before he knew it, a round, shiny black pen was being placed in his hand, God's fingers slightly lingering on his skin before releasing it and stepping away from him.

Teru willed his heart to stop beating so fast and to calm down. He breathed deeply and leaned forward, to place the laptop on the coffee table not too far away form him. Teru slid off of the couch and onto the floor, his legs criss-crossed, and turned to a new page in the Death Note. Mikami got to work quickly, wanting to please his god as he whispered his mantra softly, "Sakujo, sakujo, sakujo…"

***

Matsuda was the last one to step out of the car as he stumbled cautiously for a moment before he felt the cloth over his eyes being pulled off. Matsuda blinked a few times as the sunlight forced his eyes to quickly adjust to the outside light. The group had been blindfolded for safety purposes as to the location where they were now.

"Come this way." Said the young teen as he headed up the dirt road. As the group followed the teen they took in the sight, surprised that they were so far away from society. They had been in the car for over an hour and they could see why. All that was around them were over grown grassy hills with patches of trees spread throughout the lands. The cold morning chill brought a breeze over the hills, sweeping all the grass in the winds direction.

As the group reached the top of the hill they caught sight of a small valley below them. It appeared like a luscious oasis with trees hiding anything that may be inside the small slope. Matsuda thought about where they could have been and realized they must have gone past the providence areas that were in Tokyo; Somewhere on the outskirts of the Kanto region which remained unpopulated and untouched by society.

They followed the teen, continuing down into the small valley using the dirt road as their guide until the dirt road came to a stop and trees blocked the pathway. "Stay close." Warned the teen as he stepped into the small forest-like area. The group followed as Matsuda remained in the back, keeping extremely close to Ide until the man turned his head and replied, "You can ease off a little, Matsuda."

Matsuda laughed nervously as he backed off a bit while they continued to walk for a few minutes before they entered a small clearing. The trees seemed too tall for anyone outside the valley to see the house that stood in the small clearing. The house was simple, no fancy decorations or elaborate structure designs. It just seemed like a simple elongated house with small gardens around the house and a small well on the side of the house by the main garden.

Matsuda cocked his head in question, it was hard for him to fathom the thought of anyone living inside this quiet valley so far from any contact. "He's inside, be sure to take off you're shoes before you enter the house." Said the teen as he approached the side door and opened it, not bothering to hold it open for any of the others. One by one they walked into the room after they took off their shoes and were shocked at the inside appearance. The house reflected a completely different style then what was on the outside of the house. Everything seemed well clean and polished. Wood flooring shinned brightly as sake sets and traditional Japanese plating rested on a low table.

It was obvious the owner of the house still lived in a very traditional setting like Japan once used to be. The table was an antique where it required you to sit on your knees in order to eat at the table. Everyone continued to follow the unnamed teenager as they made their way out of the main dinning room and into a long hallway. The hallway was extremely dim as they reached a pair of shoji doors that the teen slid open.

This time the teen stood his ground at the doors and nodded his head for the others to continue into the room. The sound of all the gentlemen's soft steps echoed into the room where they caught sight of two shoji screens across the other side of the room, pulled completely open, letting all the sunlight and smell of the jasmine from the gardens to seep into the room.

"I'm glad you all made it." A voice said in a delicate tone as Matsuda took in the sight of the man inside the room, in front of the other set of shoji screens. A man who looked fully grown sat behind another low table; his layered kimono draped over every piece of his body. All that was exposed of the man was his face along with his neck and upper part of his chest while one of his hands were exposed, holding a pair of chopsticks between his elongated fingers.

The man was leaned forward and focused on what was in front of him on the table. Matsuda raised an eyebrow, seeing multiple plates across the table with different rolls of sushi placed in a design that appeared to take more time to design rather then make the delicate food. The man's structure on his face was prominent and obvious that his culture was Japanese. His high structured cheek bones made a lot of Matsuda's focus go to the man's eyes. His eyelashes seemed unnaturally long for a man and the glistening hazel eyes seemed to be so focused on the placement of each roll that was being balanced between the man's chopsticks.

It had been a long time since Matsuda had seen anyone wearing a kimono, especially with one with so much detail. Layer upon layer laid on top of the man, but the turquoise and green hues throughout the fabric made the man's long reddish-orange locks appear more dominant as strand by strand draped over the man's shoulders, falling into his lap with all the bundled kimono fabric. Matsuda had no doubt that the orange locks reached past the man's waist, seeing how it cascaded and tied in with all the fabrics.

Only half of the man's hair was pulled back and folded creatively behind his head, a red ribbon tying into the crisscrossing strands of the elaborate bun, one chopstick sticking out of the hair design. It was hard to admit the person in front of them was a man. He looked so feminine it seemed impossible to see him as one.

"Sato, you can come in, close the screen behind you." Said the man as he placed the roll that was in between his chopsticks on top of another roll, creating an almost tower look to the food. The teenager nodded his head and entered the room while sliding the shoji screens shut behind him.

The man straightened his back and looked up at the group, letting his chopsticks reach his bottom lip and rest on it; Letting Matsuda notice how pink they seemed to be. "Come, gentlemen. Sit down." Said the man as Sato walked past the group and picked up a bag that was at the side of the table, allowing someone else to sit there.

The group slowly sat around the table, leaving the one side the man was on completely dedicated to him. Matsuda sat at the side of the table, still starring at the man in complete disbelief, was this really the next L?

"I thank you all for coming." Said the man as he moved some of his kimono that was draped on the floor, allowing Sato to sit next to him, his bag now being sat in his lap as he remained silent. Sato seemed to take orders form this man very willingly, though his outer appearance made him seem more like a rebel.

"Allow me to introduce myself." Said the captivating man as he smiled at the group bringing his hand and the chopsticks down to rest on the black polished table. "I, am L."