Chapter 6
Author's Note: Hi everyone. I really hope that people is still with me in this. Please review when you've finished reading. And sorry for the relatively late update, I've had a lot of homework lately and been totally uninspired.
And by the way, I only just recently learned that putting characters you made yourself into a fanfic is a bad thing. Sorry about that. Hope you forgive me. It won't happen again. I think. Can't promise anything xD. But of course I'm finishing this story, I can't just end it in the middle of everything, and I've actually been looking a little forward to writing the very last chapter. Hehehe…
Man, a weird note.
Disclaimer: I do not own "Death Note".
Will took a quick look around, gripping his Browning more tightly. The streets appeared to be completely, oddly, deserted, as they had been all night. It was unusually starry. The Milky Way was threatening to fall down upon them every minute like the arm of a gracious ghost. Stars blinking motionlessly, the moon so big one could almost throw a lasso around it.
He checked that the little ear piece sat probably in his ear. Not that he doubted it, in fact it was more an act of desperate need of something to do, until they got the go-signal. The huge gateway they were hiding in was sickeningly clean, the broad boulevard was something all new designed by Kira himself, for nothing was too good for the Government buildings. He was part of the government himself, but never bothered going to the meetings, instead he had placed a bunch of politicians there, all them his puppets, so nothing important was actually decided in the government – everybody knew that. Kira simply kept it going like a facade. The actual decisions were made by himself from the palace, that was also common knowledge.
The buildings themselves were right in front of the little group of people, looking very much like the White House in D.C. – Will had been there once when his mother was not so ill she could actually go out of the house. It was a very boring trip, but the fact that his mother was with him made everything worth it. Would she be proud of him if he knew what he was doing right now? Of course she would not. She would be to busy looking fragile in her bed, telling him weakly not to do anything put himself, her or his father in danger. When she said "his father" it was a faint attempt of making Will accept his stepfather. Never worked.
Will smiled bitterly. Nope, no one he knew would be proud of him. Except for maybe… A? It was her plan after all, and he was following every step she had made out. He barely knew her, but still when he said her name inside his head, it made him smile. The furiously gray eyes, the face, beautiful and perfect like a doll's, expressionless like plastic.
Only now that she was gone he realized how much he missed her.
A voice cracking through his thoughts from the ear piece. "Alrighty, boss, everything is okey-dokey. All the cameras are dead. Only a matter of time before they call for reinforcements, though, I'd give you fifteen minutes. Nope, probably more like ten."
"Roger that, Ryan. And don't call me boss." Will lowered the walkie-talkie. Ryan was one of his old friends from high school, one hundred percent computer-geek and one of the greatest hackers in America. Will had found him wandering around New York.
"Right you are, boss. Over and out." The ear piece died.
"Alright," Will turned to his men, "you know the plan. Team A place the bomb on the Eastern side, Team B the Western, Team C go with me and hold off the guards. Now, everybody check their masks. Okay. You got nine minutes. Go, go, go!"
The ten people did not even nod for an answer, but parted into their groups and left off. There were two people on each Team A and B, one explosives-expert and one guard to cover his or her back.
Will checked his white plastic-mask, and he and the five people ran right across the street. Two of them went in to get out the guards, while Will and the others stayed out to cover their backs.
One minute later they came out with three guards – only three. Will was amazed. He had been counting on at least seven. Sure, there would be a few extra, maybe three or four, patrolling the corridors, but only three to guard the entrance? It was absurd. Will stared at the pathetic figures, cowering on their knees, not even armed with a pistol, rendered harmless with their own handcuffs. It was almost as it was too easy.
"Team B, done," a woman's voice announced in his ear.
"Roger. Okay, you know the plan. Set the bomb. Depart and meet at headquarters. Over and out."
"Understood. Over and out."
A few second later Team A was done.
Will announced that the everything had worked out perfectly the moment everything went wrong. Something small whistled though the night air. One of the men on his team fell to the ground the a bloody hole in his head, his mask thrown off hos face. Snipers. Will should have known.
They were on the roof, dressed in black and with long, top modern rifles. Will had been right. It was too easy.
"Leave no one! Don't let them spot your faces!" He shouted as he aimed his Browning for the men on the roof. To loud bangs, two of five snipers screamed and fell, one landed on the ground with horrible, breaking noises, the other just fell backwards.
Two of his people picked up the dead man, running back towards the gateway they had been coming from, just fifty meters away a black car was waiting. Another two stayed and helped Will.
Will shut like a madman after the snipers, as guards just kept coming out of the entrance. Almost as if they had been waiting for this.
"Retreat!" He shouted and started to pull back. Oh, how this had gone wrong. What would A have said? But he did not think any further, for then something smacked into his forehead. A blinding pain, everything went black.
Light had troubles drying the smirk off his face. He felt like chuckling, but he kept it inside his own body. This was almost too perfect! Fools.
The room was dark, only lit sort of greenish by the the many screens which had been completely black not to long ago. Except for one showing the pictures from the surveillance-cameras at the entrance of the government. Wires and plugs and sockets messily crowded the floor.
On the video-screen Light saw it all happen. They came running across the street, nine people, heavily armed, divided into what would seem to be groups. It would appear that a hacker had broken into the computer-system of the Government and turned off all the cameras – except for one. Fool. Forgotten to turn off the camera of the entrance, so Light would have a perfect view over all of the events. Fool.
The young man who appeared to be the leader of these rebellions sent two persons into the building, and they came out with the three guards he had placed to trick precisely these rebellions into a false feeling of safety.
It looked like the leader pressed his ear, his ear piece more likely, and then said something into a walkie-talkie.
Then the snipers came forth. Light almost had to press his mouth with his hand to keep himself from laughing at this point. They quickly killed one man, then the leader announced the retreat after killing two of the snipers only by using his handgun. Light could not say he was not impressed.
But then, and here Light giggled quietly, one of the bullets of the snipers smacked into the ground and then flew up once more in a slanting angle, hitting the leader in his face, his plastic mask falling in pieces from his face.
Light smiled. Then two people came back, lifted him up and carried him with them. No sooner were they out of the picture before the Government exploded.
"Reverse," Light barked, and one of the blue-uniformed guards in front of the screen feverishly pressed the button.
"Pause," he said. The young man was lying unconscious on the ground.
"Zoom in." The picture became bigger until it filled the entire screen.
"You," his voice gentle like a snakes, as he pointed a guard out. "Go get Mikami, will you?" The man fell to his knees and hurried out of the room.
"And you other people – get out." They bowed or knelt and stumbled across each other to get out. They were afraid of him. Truly pathetic.
A stood behind Kira. Her mask of stone, expressionless, was in place like always, but inside she cursed William to darkest debts of Hell. That idiot! Fool! That… that… oh, curse him! Now he would die, and there was nothing he nor she could do about it. How could he have been so careless? Now everything was ruined! If William died, the rebellions would not have any leader and then nothing mattered at all. It was all William's fault. He should not have been so careless. Should have brought more people. But was she not the one who had told him to bring only nine? No! Absurd! She had told him to bring more people… She must have done. After all she could not have been mistaking. Oh, she was surrounded by imbeciles. Now William would die. But maybe it was better that way. He could not have taken his job seriously, making a fiasco like this one. If you wanted something done, you always had to do it by yourself.
"Adéle."
She raised her head as Kira cut across her thoughts. "Yes?"
"I'm going to have to tell you good night now. It's been a lovely evening. But I need to do some damage-control now."
"That is fine, Lord." She knelt. "I thank you for the necklace… I do not deserve it. It's so beautiful." She touched it with her fingertips. It really was.
Kira turned around, smiling reassuringly. He gave her his hand, she took it and raised herself.
"Nothing is too beautiful for you, Adéle," he whispered, brushing her cheek gently with his lips.
"Lord…"
"I'll see you soon." He kissed her lightly on the lips. She blushed.
"Goodnight, Adéle."
"Goodnight… Lord." She hurried out of the room.
Light turned to the screen once again. She was just a stupid as the rest of them. All he had to do was buy her a pretty necklace and take her to a dinner in the in the moonlight, and she was his. But not quite yet – he had to make sure he could trust her completely. But it was no long way to go.
The door was knocked on. Light told them to enter, and a nurse pushing Mikami in a wheelchair came in. She knelt and Light told her to go.
"God!" Mikami nearly fell out of his chair in his eagerness to kneel. With a low thud he hit the floor, nose and mouth so close he could have licked it. He looked a lot better than last week when Light had been to ask him for George Clemens's name, wearing a bathrobe that hid the bandages. He wore his glasses, the raven hair washed and combed, color in his pale cheeks.
"I'm happy to see you're feeling better, Mikami." Light stared at the screen with a wicked smile. "Arise."
The prosecutor got on his feet, pain shooting through his stomach, but it did not matter. To be of use to God was worth sustaining far worse things.
"God… Tell me how to serve you."
"I don't need you to do very much for me right now, Mikami. Just look at the screen and tell me the name of the young, unconscious man."
Mikami was not disappointed in the easy job. One could not be disappointed in God. "William Aballini, God."
"Right. Thank you, Mikami." God was smiling. But he was not taking out his Death Note. He just stood there, quietly…
"God, if I may…" Mikami once again knelt, without really thinking about it.
"Yes, what is it?" God was not annoyed. His voice was gentle and quiet.
"Why are you not writing his name?" The man on the floor lifted his head.
"Simply because he doesn't have to die."
"God?"
"This man, William Aballini, is the leader of a new resistance movement against me and my perfect world. He does not have to die – yet. He will die, I promise you, Mikami. But if we just kill him now, then the other rats would run around and blow things up on their own. I need to capture him and interrogate him before I kill him. So that we can get rid og them all, and not just the tip of the iceberg."
Mikami saw how brilliant this was. He could not kneel any lower, but he wished he could. God was perfect. He smiled.
"You're excused, Mikami. Thank you for your help." Still not turning Light pressed a button on the table, and the nurse came back in, helping Mikami into his wheelchair and taking him out, after kneeling and being dismissed.
Oh, how this was perfect. He could not have planned it any better himself. Soon he would have Adéle Segan's trust, and if he needed it, he could grant her the Eyes. She would no doubt accept them, take them as though they were blessing. And this William Aballini… when he was captured he could not only tell the identities of his people, but also if there really were an insider in the palace. After all, Clemens would need the knowledge of an insider or maybe even the help of a such, to even get onto the roof without being noticed. William just needed to be lured into the right trap.
But still, he could not say he was not worried. These punks had been using masks to cover their faces, and if that was not prove enough, Aballini had yelled at them not to let themselves be spotted. That must mean… they knew. Like Clemens. There was a connection – not that Light was surprised, he had in fact been sure of it. But he had made sure that all the people who knew about the Death Not were dead.
That left only three options. One was that Mikami had betrayed him, which seemed foolishly unlikely. If nothing else, Mikami was loyal to his God.
Or another Shinigami could have appeared in the Human World and given a Death Note to one of the rebellions. But if that was the case, then one would think that Light and Mikami would have already died. Unless of course that person did not have the Eyes yet, and like Light himself did not want to give up half his or her life to get them. So now they were trying to get his real name. But how could this have anything to do with this blowing up the Government-thing? Anyway, Light needed to be extremely careful from now on, even more careful than he had been lately.
The third possibility… was that someone had escaped Whammy's House, which he had been thinking before. But was it even possible? Could anyone escape the inferno it had been? He did not think it very likely, but he had to consider it a possibility – he could not afford to throw it off.
He was not sure what sounded craziest – another Shinigami or a new L.
Author's Note: Thank you so much for reviewing! Thanks, thanks, thanks! I know it says that this is a Light/Mikami fanfic, and it was supposed to be, but I kind of feel like Mikami has not really been much of a maincharacter lately. But fear not, people, he'll have his moments. I just thought that I should use some time to describe Will's and Adéle's characters. And after reading the two reviews I just received, it would appear that another Mikami fan (aside from myself) is wandering amongst us. GO, GO MIKAMI xD!