An End, A Beginning
The sterile white walls and the dull sound of his boots thumping on the ground with every step made Heri feel as though he was marching to his execution. He wasn't, of course. While an execution would occur today, it would not be his.
His escorts stopped outside an ordinary-looking cell, number 666. Heri suppressed a laugh at that. Perhaps he should give more credit to the superstitious and religious as the number of the beast was certainly suitable for his elder brother's cell.
Keys jingled as they unlocked the metal door, revealing Yagami Light, looking as elegant and uncaring as ever. Heri might've been fooled by his façade if not for his year of learning to read his brother. The subtle shadows under his eyes and the barely perceptible veins creeping toward his iris were telling. Light was distraught and he was afraid.
"Hello Brother," he spat the word as though it left a sour taste in his mouth.
"Light," He acknowledged calmly, letting his inherent British accent seep into his words. It would not do to let his brother rile him up. He had a story to tell after all and stories could hardly be told when you were stalking away from someone and seething with anger.
"Leave us," He waved a dismissive hand at his escorts who retreated out of immediate ear range but close enough to help should he need it.
"It is imprudent to be alone with a largely successful mass murderer Heri," Light drawled, dark honey coloured eyes twinkling slightly as he proclaimed himself a murderer.
"You are harmless without your death paper and a pen. They should stick you with all the other criminals. You would be suitably beaten before your execution,"
Light smirked
"Alas, it's too late now. There's hardly any time for me to get beaten before my death,"
Heri dragged the metal chair that had been sitting outside the cell towards him, cringing a the high pitched screech it made as it was dragged across the concrete. He sat with as much grace as his brother and waited, eyeing him disdainfully.
Light sighed. "What do you want Heri. For a dead man, you do an awful lot of meddling,"
"I'm here to tell you a story," He said simply. "Should you decide to listen,"
Heri's brother's head tilted ever so slightly to the side, red starting to seep into his eyes.
"I hear the dead tell fascinating stories," He flashed a malicious smile at his brother. "And I'm dying to find out how you outsmarted the Death Note, little brother. So speak,"
Heri rolled his eyes at Light's attempt at intimidating him.
"It all started with a beginning and an end. They are often the same thing, those two. The beginning is the end of an old adventure. The end is the beginning of a new one. And our birth, Light-Kun, was the beginning of a grand adventure,"