Mikami stood in front of the television in shock, what he was seeing was impossible. "This can't be...This is-" Mikami whispered as his chocolate colored eyes peered through the black brim of his glasses. A week and a half had gone by since he spoke to Misa; He was set to go off with her to America in less then a week, but these events. No one had planned on this.

"Oh God...What do I do?" Asked Mikami as he sat on the couch in deep thought. This may benefit God's situation, but...This only meant one thing. Mikami was not the only one who possessed a Death Note.

***

"What was the name of the brothel?" Asked Dachi as Sato glanced down at the computer screen, making sure he gave the right name. The group was watching the boy type quickly on the computer as Sato had already searched for the whole report online.

"All the men were apart of a brothel called, Elite London Escorts." Said Sato as he skimmed the report and gave the brief overview. "The brothel has a total of forty gentlemen as to which a client can choose from. Each are in a different price range and every client is treated to an overnight stay in the Brothel's main estate. A wine and dine system is available with the gentlemen and already added into their fee."

"So, this is a legal brothel for the rich." Said Light as Dachi sighed and replied, "It seems that way."

Sato nodded his head and continued, "Last night seven of the gentlemen who worked there as hosts had died suddenly of unexplained heart attacks."

"Hosts, meaning prostitutes?" Asked Matsuda as Dai nodded his head and looked at Sato, "Continue." Said Dachi, wanting to hear to rest.

"These men were considered some of the top hosts at the escort services. They had the most clients and were some of the hardest ones to get an appointment with." Said Sato as Dachi looked up at Mogi and the others in question. "Why would Mikami kill prostitutes? Granted their not the most moral, but..." Dachi stopped at what he was saying as Light shook his head and quickly replied, "This doesn't follow the pattern."

"So, you're saying...This is someone else?" Asked Dachi as Light nodded and quickly replied, "I know Mikami's thought process. His goal wasn't far from mine when I had the Death Note. He wouldn't target prostitutes; especially high standing ones. It's not a priority." Light shook his head and continued, "This is someone else. Someone new to the Death Note, someone using it for their own greed. I don't think I would be that far off to say that the person who did these murders...Are in fact either another prostitute at the house or even a client."

Dachi nodded at the thought as Matsuda and Sato looked at Light in shock. "Another Death Note?!" Asked the two of them in sequence as Light smirked at the reaction before nodding his head regretfully. "It appears that way." Said Light as Sato seemed stun that now there was more then one criminal out there.

"Now what?" Asked Mogi as Dachi walked away from the group, thinking hard on what their next move should be. "Mikami has been laying pretty low at the moment. Just killing a handful of criminals everyday." Said Light as everyone's attention was now turned towards him.

"It seems like this new killer may be most vulnerable at the moment. We should take them down before they learn the full advantages of the Death Note." Said Light as Sato nodded and stood up from his seat at the desk. "I agree with Light." Said Sato and was about to continue, but received a stern look from Dachi. Without another word Sato sat back down and moved his eyes towards the computer in front of him; still on rocky terms with Dachi.

The past week had been quiet between the two and Light rarely got to speak to Sato privately. Sato hated this stiffness he had when communicating with Dachi. It was as if he was still holding last weeks events over the boy's head.

"I say we get ourselves in London and take this Death Note out of this person's hands. It'll be one less weapon to fall into the wrong hands." Said Light as Dachi sighed, knowing what he had to do. "We can't just abandon our watch over Mikami's moves." Said Dachi as Light argued, "But you can't just let these murders go undetected! Someone out there has another Death Note! We need to get it before they figure out a plan on how to use it!"

"I know!" Shouted Dachi as the two men stared each other down. "We're going to have to break up the team." Said Dachi as everyone looked at the beauty in shock. Aizawa quickly asked, "What're you talking about?"

"We'll have to split into two teams. One stays here to monitor Mikami's moves. The other team will go to London and retrieve the other Death Note." Said Dachi as Matsuda walked towards the older man and asked, "So, who's going where?"

Dachi sighed, thinking about the combination of the teams. "Mogi, Aizawa, Ide, and Matsuda. You four stay here while Light, Sato, and I go to London." Said Dachi as Matsuda quickly protested. "Wait! I want to go with you three! I can be of more help!" Said Matsuda as Dachi shook his head and replied, "No, you need to stay here and Light needs to stay with me because otherwise he may be able to get back in contact with Mikami if he's not under a close watch."

"You know, I'm standing right here." Said Light in a bitter tone as Matsuda narrowed his eyes and shook his head. "I'm coming with you. Everyone knows I'm a good shooter and one of the best when is comes to a chase down. You'll need me."

"No Matsuda, you're needed here. You can help out the team here with Mikami." Dachi said with a firm gaze, but Matsuda was quick to reply. Matsuda's eyes softened and turned wide and his lower lip poked out a little in a small pout. "Please, Dai." Matsuda said softly, "You know I can help you…I'll do a good job; I promise I won't mess up. I can help you Dai if you would just let me…please let me help you…please." Matsuda pleaded.

Dachi firm gaze started to lighten. Dachi wasn't sure how he did it, but Matsuda was able to get to him with the pleading look in his eye and the begging tone his voice held. After a few more seconds of undisturbed silence, Dachi sighed, "Fine Matsuda, you may accompany us to London." Instantly Dachi saw the pleading look vanish from Matsuda's face, a large smile replacing it with excitement present in his featured and eyes, "Really?!" He questioned excitedly, while Dachi just nodded his head, not able to keep the small smile off of his face at Matsuda's enthusiasm.

Light smiled at the reaction on Dachi's face, realizing that Dachi now not only had love for Sato, but Matsuda as well. 'Perfect.' Thought Light as Sato typed quickly on the computer and asked, "What time should I set our flight?"

"As soon as possible. We need to find this person and get our hands on the Death Note." Said Dachi as Matsuda finished his sentence. "And then destroy the Death Note." He said with a happy face as Dachi looked at him hesitantly and replied slowly, "Right, destroy it."

Sato noticed the look in Dachi's eyes as he glanced over at Light. It had finally dawned on Sato; this was the revenge Dachi had been looking for. This was the weapon he could use to extract his pound of flesh from Light. With this weapon he could kill both Light and Mikami...and no one could pin it on him. Sato's eyes filled with fear, he knew Dachi's thought process and knew he could be a dangerous man if crossed.

Sato decided not to voice anything he was feeling right now; he did not wish to upset the man any further. He inwardly sighed and realized that there was nothing he could do to stop Dachi. It would be almost impossible to keep Dachi from writing names down if they got the Death Note…he'd just have to try and keep an eye on him…but that plan held some flaws. With everyone working he wouldn't be able to be with him all of the time, as Dachi would be doing things elsewhere now and then. Sato knew that Dachi would want to keep an eye on Light while in London, but even then he could easily slip away from the man. Also, he figured Dachi wouldn't want to be around him for too long of periods of time, not right now at least; since he was still angry with him.

Sato was panicking slightly as he searched for airline tickets. He didn't want Light, or anyone for that matter, to be killed or hurt for any reason, especially revenge. Maybe he could hire someone to watch over…no; Sato pushed any thoughts away about hiring anyone to try and watch Dachi; Dachi would catch them. Perhaps he could ask someone to watch Dachi… 'Matsuda' Sato thought suddenly as he booked the quickest and earliest tickets straight for London. It made perfect sense. Sato wasn't that naive and saw how Matsuda would look at Dachi and even how Dachi sometimes gazed at Matsuda. Matsuda hardly, if ever, angered Dachi…it would be perfect. But how would Sato ask him? Could he ask him? How would he take his theory about what Dachi would do?

Sato sighed and pushed all of his thoughts away for now; maybe asking Matsuda wasn't a good idea. He would just have to think about it. "Our flight leaves in two and a half hours." Sato said in a steady voice, making sure none of his emotions or nerves got through.

Dachi nodded his head as he looked at the few that would be going with him and replied, "Everyone grab what's needed. We need to leave now."

Matsuda looked back at Light and Sato and smiled, "You think they'll have food on the plane?" Sato couldn't help but smile at Matsuda's comment, nothing seemed to sadden the man.

***

"So, the estate is not going to be shut down tonight?" Asked Christian as he stood in front of the concierge of the large hotel-like estate. The older man shook his head and replied, "The manager didn't want to lose any of the business we had set up for tonight."

Christian nodded his head, walking stick still in his hand as his eyes didn't focus on who he was talking to. He was acting as if he was still blind, no suspicion needed to come his way. "Do you have any appointments tonight, Christian?" Asked the older man as Christian smiled innocently and replied, "Just one."

"I'm surprised, you're usually our most booked gentleman." Said the man in slight surprise as Christian nodded and replied, "Well, I wasn't suppose to return to work just yet, but I kinda missed the atmosphere."

The man chuckled and replied, "Always the hard worker." Christian smirked at the comment and replied, "Better blooming believe it."

"Ah, watch the slang. You know better." Said the man as Christian smiled apologetically and replied, "Sorry, it slipped."

"It's fine, just don't use it," he scolded softly to the boy, "It's unseemly." He said before asking, "What time does your client arrive?"

"Eh, in another hour or so; I thought I might get here a little early. This place is like my second home anyway." Christian said in an amused tone. The other man let out another chuckle and moved from his position, getting away from being right in front of Christian, "Yeah, it sure seems that way." He said in agreement, "Well, I'll let you get to your room."

Christian turned his head in the direction of the man, though he made sure to make it seem like he had no clue exactly where he was. "See you later, Morgan." Christian said with a wave of his hand as he started his way across the lobby and into his room. He rarely used his walking stick inside the brothel as he had mapped out practically the entire place and counted the exact steps to his room. He still held it out in front of him though for good measure usually, so as to be careful not to run into anyone or to trip on anything new that had not been there beforehand. Christian held out his stick in front of him as to be expected and subconsciously whispered his counting under his breath, finding it hard to break the habit.

Christian made his way to the elegant staircase and walked up with ease as he always did. He took in so much more now that he could actually see the things he had been around all his life. The escort services he worked for was fancier then he had assumed. A high class victorian architecture made it's way throughout the estate as Christian weaved his way through the hallways that were at the top of the stairs. He eventually made it to the third floor where his personal room was.

As the young man entered the room he quickly closed the door behind him, a relieved sigh escaping him mouth as he walked over towards the large bed and tossed his walking stick on top of the sheets. "Not too shabby of a place." Said Zellogi as he looked around the room, a hissing laugh came out of the death god.

Christian smirked over at the death god before making his way to the closet and pulling out a nice suit. It was the outfit every gentlemen wore in the club; It was another way of keeping a high class appearance to the estate. "Not a bad looking suit." Whispered Christian as he brought it over to the mirror, but quickly stopped.

The suit fell to the floor as he took a few steps towards the stand up mirror and took in his appearance. "My God...This is..." Christian didn't own a mirror in his house, being unable to look at himself until now. He could see it now, what everyone had been telling him all his life; he was beautiful.

Christian wasn't a self-conceded man, but he couldn't deny the feminine features on his face. It explained why most of his clients were men. Life had grown hard even though he was in an upper class brothel. His cliental had been the talk of the house. Male after male wanting him and using him as they'd like as long as they paid the house fee. He had been known as the woman in the house and sneered upon many for his feminine looks when it came to his other employees.

Christian's blue eyes filled with small tears, remembering what had been done to him, just because of his beauty. His body beaten and used just for the sadistic pleasure between his seven employees. What can one do when you are completely cornered and blind?

"This face." Whispered Christian as he shook his head in sadness and looked down towards the ground. "Has caused me so much pain." He finished his whisper, letting the tears make their way down his cheek. He quickly glanced at himself in the mirror and brought his hand to his cheek. "So these are what tears look like." Whispered Christian, finally realizing what they look like, though he had shed so many throughout his life.

Christian sighed as he started to calm down and wiped the tears delicately off of his soft face, examining them slightly, wonderment still present in his eyes for the simple things. He shook his head as he looked back at his suit and decided to put it on. It was an Armani tuxedo, made just to fit his body; he assumed that it was very expensive to fit a high-class place like this, but knew almost nothing of clothing brands. The only reason he knew it was Armani was because Morgan had told him when he was first given it; even though he had sight, he could not read English yet, just brail.

The coat and pants of the tux were made of a soft, black fabric that hugged and fit his body in the best of ways. There was a bright blue silk vest underneath that made his eyes stand out tremendously. The shirt underneath the vest was also silk, but the color was a soft white, contrasting greatly with the black bowtie that was worn around his neck. Christian took the brush off of a dresser not to far away from him and combed through his long hair, untangling the knots in it gently until it was smooth. He decided not to place it into a low pony-tail, and instead left it to cascade down his back and frame his face softly.

Christian sighed once again, there was nothing he could do about his feminine features. Even in a tuxedo, he looked beautiful in a more girlish way. No matter what though, Christian would not sacrifice his hair to look more masculine; he would rather stay the way he was. He looked at the clock to see the time, "Forty more minutes…" Christian said, time sure did go by fast when in thought.

Zellogi decided to take the statement as if it was directed towards him, "Until what? Where are we anyway?" He asked; he couldn't help but let his curiosity, for he was a curious Shinigami, get to him.

"Oh, right." Said Christian as he looked over at Zellogi and smiled with both his eyes shut. His soft smile was enough to melt anyone's heart. A few strands of his blonde hair fell into his eyes and framed his face perfectly, his blue eyes peering through his strands.

"You may not want to be in the room with me when I start my job. It can be a little...Extreme?" Christian said as he let a small giggle come out of him. Granted his life had been rocky and he didn't have much to smile about. He loved his job. Many people would never understand it, but it brought him happiness. The only thing that seemed to make his life a living hell were the men who would constantly beat and use him, but they were gone now and Christian could finally smile again.

***

Light watched Sato gaze out of the airplane window. They had been on the flight for a number of hours now and still had a little more to go before arriving to London. The arguing had taken a toll on Light's patience as he let out a sigh, content things had turned out his way. Dachi didn't want to be near Light and didn't trust Matsuda around him either. Of course Sato took up the offer and after enough threatening from Dachi, Light was finally sitting next to the young man.

Their assigned seats had been dispersed a good distance from each other and Light smiled at the thought; Dachi couldn't interrupt them.

Light stretched his arms above him, but did not place one around the shoulders of Sato. The two had started to talk comfortably, but that soon fell to a silence around them. Sato once again gazed outside of the airplane widow, seeming to be in deep thought. Light found this an interesting opportunity and decided to try to get closer to Sato.

Light placed a hand on Sato's thigh gently to get his attention. Sato jumped just slightly as he turned to him, "Hm, yeah?" Sato questioned, as he was snapped out of his thoughts.

"Hey," Light said softly with a concerned look in his eye, "Are you okay?" He asked Sato while turning his body to face Sato more and moved his head so that their foreheads almost touched. "You seem kind of sad, what are you thinking about?" Light asked as he ran a hand delicately down Sato's cheek.

Sato smiled softly as Light's gentle touch as he brought one of his own hands up and delicately grazed his fingers over the back of Light's hand. "I just have a lot on my mind right now." Whispered Sato as Light's forehead touched the boys and a playful smile spread on the older man's face.

"About?" Light asked as Sato's smile turned into a coy one as he looked away in a shy manner. Light loved the look in Sato's eyes; it told him that Sato was head over heels for him. "Come on, you can tell me." Light whispered as he brought his nose against Sato's cheek and rubbed it innocently. Sato couldn't help but smile at Light's flirtatious notions.

"I'm just...I'm worried about Dachi...And his sense of judgement." Whispered Sato as he turned his head more towards Light, allowing Light's nose to touch his own. "I've known Dachi for a long time. He's a good man, but...Sometimes his morals are corrupt."

Light looked at Sato sadly and whispered, "I know what you fear."

Sato placed a hand behind Light's neck and held him tightly, not wanting to lose his touch. "I love him, but I don't trust his judgement." Said Sato as he cuddled his cheek against Light's while whispering, "I don't want him to get his hands on the notebook. I'm afraid..."

"That he'll kill me." Whispered Light in sadness, knowing all too well what Dachi would do if he did get his hands on the Death Note. "Light." Sato spoke in a low voice as he pulled away so he could look into the man's eyes. Both of Sato's hands now played with the longest strands on each side of Light's head as he whispered in fear. "I'm scared."

Light's face held a solemn expression, as he looked Sato in the eye. Light brought his hands up to his face and placed them on top of Sato's hands, grasping them softly. Light moved Sato's hands so that they were in-between the two, and he laced their fingers together. Lights sepia eyes filled with a reassuring look and his features changed to a soft, comforting look. "Don't be scared," Light said gently as he brought up Sato's hand to his mouth. He kissed Sato's knuckles tenderly before looking the younger male in his eye, "It will be okay…I'm sure Dachi will do the right thing. Let's keep our faith in him." Light said as he faked belief in Dachi, knowing that it would just get him closer to Sato.

Sato nodded his head, "Okay, Light…" He spoke softly, almost in disbelief; Light must have a lot of trust in his heart to hope for things to go smoothly with Dachi, and Sato admired him for it. "I'll keep my faith in Dachi…but I still can't help but be worried for you…" He spoke while placing his forehead against Light's once again, wanting to feel the comfort Light gave him.

"Dachi will see the truth. He will see that I have changed and that I am a man of my word. He'll see that I have remorse over my sins...and have come to experience things only a moral man can feel." Said Light as he kissed Sato's hand again. The young boy looked at Light in shock as he asked, "How can you have so much trust in Dachi when he shows so much hate towards you?"

Light smiled softly as he replied, "Because, He's the father of the man I'm falling in love with." Sato's eyes wavered in shock. Light was able to speak his emotions with no fear of Dachi hearing about them. If Dachi only knew how kind Light was, if he only knew the things he was saying to Sato; He would truly see that Light had changed.

***

Dachi looked behind him and over across an aisle. It was no use, he was unable to see the two, which left him uncomfortable and paranoid. He didn't want anything to happen to Sato. He would never admit it, but that boy was his entire world.

Dachi jumped slightly when he felt a hand lay itself gently on his shoulder, "Calm down," Matsuda said softly. "You've checked on them every hour we've been on this plane. Don't worry about it; Sato is a big boy, he'll be okay." Matsuda said with a large smile to reassure Dachi.

Dachi sighed and returned to his seated position next to Matsuda. It had been the ten longest hours of his life and they still had another hour and a half to go. Dachi looked over at Matsuda; he was tempted to once again walk past the other two just to know what was going on between them and check up on Sato. He gazed into Matsuda's eyes and thought about what he said; it was true, Dachi believed Sato could take care of himself in many situations, but when it came to Light, he saw the look Sato gave the murderer and it made him want to shiver at the mere thought.

Matsuda bit his lip softly, sensing the inner battle Dachi was having; he placed a hand on Dachi's shoulder to get his attention once again, "Dachi," He said and placed a smile on his face, "They will be fine, just relax okay? We're almost there." He said.

Dachi looked at Matsuda and nodded his head. He sighed softly before he spoke, "Okay…" he said. "I'll try to relax." Dachi said the words, and decided to try and act relaxed, but there was no way he could fully relax with Sato sitting next to Light out of sight from him.

Matsuda's smile seemed to widen as he spoke happily, "Good." He said. Suddenly both men heard a female voice ask happily, "Is there anything I can get you, gentlemen?"

Matsuda looked at the cart next to the red-headed flight attendant and a wide grin spread across his face. "Is that beer?" He asked merrily while pointing to the small bottle on the cart. The flight attendant nodded her head, the smile never disappearing off of her tanned face.

Dachi looked up at the woman, "No thank you. We don't need anything." He said before turning to face Matsuda. As the woman walked away Matsuda leaned over Dachi to see her disappear, "Dachi," He whined, "Why couldn't I have just a little beer." He said with a childish pout.

Dachi smirked at the man and replied, "I'm amazed you have no memory of what happened that night. It's a a shame, really." Matsuda cocked his head as he asked, "What do you mean? I thought you said I just crashed on the floor."

An amused chuckle came out of Dachi as he smiled playfully at Matsuda and replied, "That's because I didn't want you to be embarrassed." Matsuda looked at Dachi in a hesitant manner as he asked in a low whisper, "What would I be embarrassed about?"

Dachi held his playful smile as he continued, "Oh Matsu, if you only remembered the things you said to me." Dachi leaned towards the younger man and let his face linger close to Matsuda's as his hand played with some of Matsuda's stray hairs.

"Your lips...They were so warm." Whispered Dachi, he was taunting Matsuda more then anything else; Trying to get a reaction out of the man.

Matsuda instantly froze. His lips were warm? Oh god…what kinds of things did he say to him? Matsuda had some idea and immediately turned a bright, cherry red. "Aw, Matsu, you're blushing…" Dachi said smoothly, his voice held a bit of a seductive tone as he traced Matsuda's jaw, his fingers grazing over his lips. Dachi loved to tease Matsuda; making him blush was a fun pastime, and he seemed to be able to do it rather easily.

Matsuda realized that there was no way he could hide his blush or try to excuse it for something else. He had been caught with nothing to say except stay looking at Dachi wide-eyed as he caressed his face softly. Matsuda stayed his bright red, but then came to a sudden realization. If he was drunk and couldn't remember anything and Dachi could…that meant that Dachi wasn't drunk and therefore had a clear thought process. If they actually did what he was hinting at then…did that mean that Dachi was attracted to him?

Matsuda had accepted long ago that he liked Dachi much more then a friend or a boss, but he wasn't sure of what Dachi would say or how he would take it. He could already see himself blabbing on about how he felt about Dachi to him but…if they did anything then did Dachi return his feelings? Damnit…why couldn't he remember…surely he would remember something like that? Why did he have to be drunk when it happened? Different emotions flashed across Matsuda's face as he thought, slightly away from his current position.

"Aww, Matsu." Dachi smiled at Matsuda as he rubbed his nose against Matsuda's. "Do you want to remember what happened that night?" The beauty asked as Matsuda stumbled on his words.

"I- we-well...I th..." Matsuda couldn't form simple words as Dachi's lips lingered so close to his. "Dai..." It was the only word Matsuda could form and it came out in such a low whisper as his eyes seemed to give off an emotion of weakness.

"Here, maybe this will jog your memory." Whispered Dachi as his lips laid on Matsuda's. Instantly Matsuda's body became stiff as shock jolted throughout his body. Dachi's lips were so warm and loving. There was a seduction there that Matsuda had never felt before as the older man's lips slowly removed from his, not taking the kiss to any sexual level.

The kiss had been warm, loving, and simple. Matsuda's face reddened even more as Dachi asked. "You remember anything yet?"

Matsuda shook his head slowly and whispered, "No." Dachi smiled as he leaned back, away from Matsuda and looked forward, turning away from him. "That's probably because that was our first kiss. We never really got to that part, so...I thought I should finish it."

Matsuda's face seemed to turn an even darker shade of red. It…never happened? Dachi was just teasing him? He should have known…he didn't wake up sore or anything. A sudden realization hit him; so this meant that Dachi truly did return his feelings. Matsuda broke out in a wide, happy smile; elated with what just happened and realized that he was happier now than any time before this one. "Well…" Matsuda said, starting to regain his speech, "I'm glad you did."

Dachi chuckled softly as he met Matsuda's eyes. The blush was still apparent on the younger man's face, but it had dimmed down some and now only a dark pink color stained his cheeks. "Is that so?" Dachi said quietly, with an eyebrow perfectly arched, a small smirk present on his face

Matsuda smiled softly as he placed one of his hands on top of Dachi's and decided to take a chance with his actions. The young man leaned towards Dachi and kissed him gently on the cheek. As he pulled away Dachi smiled over at Matsuda and replied, "Why do I have a feeling you're not as innocent as you make yourself out to be?"

Matsuda frowned and asked quickly, "What's that suppose to mean?"

Dachi kept his smug look on his face as he bought his hand up and inspected his nails as he replied, "Oh, nothing. Just that when you were drunk...Well, you were quite persistent." Matsuda was taken back, did he actually try to push him himself on Dachi?

"Don't worry though." Dachi spoke with confidence as he looked back over at Matsuda. "I was able to keep my morals above me."

"For you're information I'm no where near as experienced as you may think. I'm very careful with who I dedicate myself too." Said Matsuda as he crossed his arms, putting up a defensive wall as he turned his head so he looked forward; as if he was going to ignore Dachi for the rest of the plane trip.

Dachi let out a playful laugh as he looked around the plane to see if anyone was following their conversation. His laugh died down as he looked back at Matsuda who was trying to act like the typical woman who tries to put up a fight, but with not much effort deep down in their notions.

Dachi leaned over and grabbed Matsuda's chin delicately and turned it upward; forcing him to look into his eyes. Dachi smiled and whispered, "Good, that means I can teach you all I know."