Chapter 7
Author's Note: Thank you for reviewing – again. You give me courage to continue writing.
After reading a review I just received, I've learned that not everybody (including myself) hate OCs – HA, in you face OC-haters xD. Sorry about that, I'm just kidding.
I'm pretty sure, though, that I'm not so fond of fanfics where there is absolutely no characters from the anime/book/TV show/etc. present. But no offense, I totally respect whatever points of view you might have.
And another thing: There will probably be longer in between the chapters in the future, since I have to do my homework, hang out with my friends, write on the second book in trilogy of mine, and sleep (blast that week human body!). I should really get to work about that book, I find that I've postponed it long enough. So sorry. But don't worry, the chapters should show up some time. And by the way, I feel that I've updated relatively fast on this story so far.
My notes are way to long. I just love talking.
Disclaimer: I do not own "Death Note".
Will pushed his plate away. He sighed and let his head fall back onto the leathery couch.
"You shouldn't be that hard on yourself, boss." Ryan's fork eagerly dicked up the sticky stew on his plate. He dotted the i with a big sip of the can of Coke. His porky chins vibrating at the movement like those of a turkey's. He had short, mousy-brown hair, watery eyes and mouth that was constantly half-opened, as though forever cursed to be in stupid awe. He was so overweight, in fact, that he had trouble sitting in the roomy armchair.
"Would you zip it already?" Will snarled. He rolled onto his side, staring into the back of the couch, above which the wall with the peeling, orange paint. In the two weeks it had been since the government, Will had not left head quarters – his worn-down apartment – and hardly the black couch.
"Ya know, boss," Ryan ignored Will's request of zipping it, "you were lucky it didn't go straight through. Your head, I mean. Straight through your head. The bullet, you know. Whole place soaked in blood and brain and celebral matter, can ya picture it, boss? Can ya? I'm telling ya…"
"Just zip it, Ryan," Will said through gritted teeth. He closed his eyes, resting his hand above the eyes to close out the light from the curtained window. "And stop calling me boss!"
How could it have gone wrong? So terribly wrong? It was unbelieveable. He lost one of his best men. Almost lost his own life.
"You gotta eat, boss," Ryan stated. "Or you'll just get all thin and weak and yellow…"
Will let him talk. Ryan had always been an idiot when it came to everything but computers. What did he know about anything? Will had failed, failed so badly he did not even deserve to live anymore. Zip it, Ryan.
What would A have said? She would just have looked at him, being deeply disappointed. She, of all people, was the worst one he could get disappointed.
"Look," Ryan put down his plate as he turned a serious gaze to Will's neck, realizing that the other was not listening. "It didn't go as wrong as you think it did, as I've been telling you the last couple of weeks."
Will just wished he would shut up.
"You got the buildings blown up alright. For it to go as wrong as you imagine, you would have to turn up, accomplishing nothing, and all get killed. Seriously. And all the people you brought there knew what they could end up having to pay to put an end to Kira."
Will did not answer. Ryan sighed melodramatically and turned on the TV. It was the news, Will could hear. All the speakers and journalists were handpicked by Kira to brainwash the people. There was also only one channel. This blond, blue-eyed speaker-lady was particularly annoying, with a bright and sort of squeaky voice, for the most a big, bright plastic smile.
"… and then there have been riots all day in inner Tokyo. Several shops have been shattered, ten people have been injured, and statues of our beloved god Kira has been victims of blasphemous vandalism."
Will turned around to look at the little TV screen. What? Vandalism? From whom? Ryan looked even more in awe than usual.
"The police think that this is a response to the evil cell who two days ago blew up our government. Apparently the vandals of the riots today side with this resistance-movement, which were the course of chaos and loss of our dear traffic minister, Anzai Watanabe.
The riots today are the unforgivable acts of people who do not wish to live in the peaceful world that Kira has created for us. They wish war and hatred and crime like before. One hundred people have been arrested, and Kira has announced that they shall all face execution as soon as possible.
This has been Ai Matsumoto with the 17 News. Good night to you all."
Ryan turned off the TV, but he was still staring at the black screen with his mouth wide open.
"Did ya hear that, boss?" he said, having finally pulled himself and his jaws together. "Riots! This is great!"
Will, speechless, could only agree with him.
"No, please!" The man cried. He was the last one. His bulldog-eyes were pleading Light's forgiveness and mercy, his greasy skin shining with sweat in the light of the sun, which had just broken through the white clouds. Light watched him coldly.
The place was full of people, terrified and yet excited, their eyes drifting from the dead bodies in the middle of the place, surrounded by a wall police officers, to his impressive person on the great balcony. Around the man on the ground, this rebellion, were the bodies of the nine others in this man's group. The people who had started the riots had been divided into ten groups of ten for their execution, because surely he could not kill them all at the same time. The corpses from the last group must be removed before the next one came. Otherwise it would get very crowded. Guards were all over the place, on the roofs, blended in with the civilians, on the very balcony. Light could not take any chances.
"You have defied me," Light had said loudly, had almost been yelling, but his face completely calm, as the first group had come in. "And in doing so you have betrayed the world. You have betrayed your fellow humans. For this you must die." It had been amusing to see them all shaking in their fear of death. Hear them plead for mercy. And see them rattle in pain and then collapse. The crowd around the execution spot had stared in a kind of enchanted awe every time someone had fallen. Disgusting, really, but he let them have their fun. Still, he could not help but notice that there were fewer people in the audience than there used to be. People had stopped showing up. At this he had frowned. Why? Why were they leaving him, his faithful people? Surely not because they thought his cause was evil – like those heretics who blew up the government? How could they turn from their God?
"Please, Lord, no!" The man did his best to kneel, his hands tied, and Light was pulled back into the present.
Light turned his head and nodded. Mikami, now fully recovered, stood in the shadows behind the doorway with a page of the Death Note. This was very risky, even though it would look to any passerby as though the prosecutor was simply taking notes. Actually, Mikami was taking notes, writing the name of the next person to be executed, and then the time that person would die. It was very important that Light lifted his hand and pointed at the prisoner two seconds before the heart attack would take place, so that it would look to the people as though he killed by mere will. That was why he could not afford to write the deaths ahead of the execution ceremony, in case the time schedule slipped. Very risky, yes. Light smiled.
Mikami's pen lifted off the paper. "Delete."
Tetsugorou Fukuda. He looked with disgust down upon the man on place, as he in his head counted forty seconds forward and wrote that time on the page of the note. He clicked the pen so that the inky tip shut back into the inner of it. One hundred names exactly, written so that they would all be equally long, with letters the same size, on precisely five pages.
He was done. Thirty five seconds passed. God lifted his hand and pointed with his finger on Tetsugorou Fukuda, who at that very instant rattled for the last time, stopped breathing and died. When his corpse had been removed, God began his speech about treachery, the prize to pay for it and the perfect world.
Mikami folded the pages in exactly the same size squares before putting them into his pocket, which was exactly the same size as the papers were now. Then he knelt as God finished his speech.
"Stand."
Mikami had not noticed God coming back from the balcony. He stood up.
"I want to tell you something." God's eyes were hidden by his brown hair.
"Yes, God. Shall we…?"
"No, we'll stay right here." Light's eyes took a look around the room, guards by all the doors. To make sure they hear us, he ended the sentence in his thoughts.
Mikami bowed his head. God had his reasons.
"The people you've just seen being executed sympathizes with a certain resistance-cell against my perfect world, this cell was the one behind the attack on the government. You know that much."
Mikami nodded. He did know.
"The leader of the movement is the person we know who is." The guards by the door, the ones who were closest, were still standing quite still, but Light knew that they were listening closely out of curiosity. This information had never been made public.
William Aballini, Mikami knew.
"The movement's top goals are to destroy this beautiful world, to stop our punishment of scum," God was saying they wanted to destroy the Death Notes, "and to kill the two of us."
Mikami was amazed by God's brilliance.
"To obtain this, I've got reason to believe that the leader's placed a spy behind my lines. An insider, if you want." Light had been sure of this for some time now – if Aballini wanted to find and destroy the notebooks, then this seemed the only way to do so.
Mikami's eyes widened in disbelief. An insider?
"But don't worry, I've got everything under control. I've already deduced that the person is one who's got a high status in either the government, the police or it simply is a person I talk to everyday and whom I trust. It's only a matter of time before I catch him, though." Light put up a warm and reassuring smile.
"Is there anything I can do, God?" Mikami could still not let go of his uneasy feeling.
"No, not at the moment. But I'll let you know if something comes up."
"Then, God… if I may… why have you shared this important information with me?"
"I think you have the right to know after saving my life. You can consider it an act of thanks."
Mikami eyes over floated. He fell into a kneeling position without knowing. "Thank you, God. I wont disappoint you again."
God smiled and turned to leave. The guards followed him. Mikami was left, looking overwhelmed with worshipfulness at the spot where God's face had been, he first after God had left pulled himself together and got up.
Light smiled, his eyes gleaming for a short moment. Lies. It was so easy. It was no act of thanks that he had told Mikami. It was all in honor of the guards. After all, they were human, and humans cannot resist the urge of gossip. Soon the word would spread that Kira knew there was an insider – and the insider would get panicky, maybe even slip and reveal himself. Or if he was smart enough not to, he would at least try to warn Aballini that Kira knew. Light had set traps that would reveal if the spy tried anything like this. He was winning. Again. Again. And again. And even in that rare case that the insider would not warn Aballini – Light had a second plan.
As he left the throne room he found Adéle Segan standing by the door. He stopped, so did the bodyguards.
"Adéle, what a pleasant surprise."
The silly girl smiled. "Why, thank you, Lord."
"I want to see you again. It's been forever, don't you think?"
"Well… yes, but you have been busy, Lord. I completely understand…"
"You don't have to understand. I should be apologizing for putting you in second you like that. I will come and get you tomorrow evening. I have a surprise. And that's a promise."
She bowed, having trouble concealing her joy, he could see. "I'm looking very much forward to it, Lord."
"Me too." He lovingly squeezed her hand as he left.
Behind Adéle Segan's mask, A's eyes narrowed. She had heard his conversation with Mikami. So that was what he was up to. Too bad it would not work.
Author's Note: Wow, this is a mindbugger! Coming up with Light's plans like that… I really have to squeaze my brain to get all of it's juices. Geez… Now I wanna watch some TV or something else where I don't have to think. Anyway, hoped you enjoyed this part. I know that there weren't much action in here, but this chapter is necessary for the later ones. And I'm sorry to say this, but we're closing in on the end. And please remember to review.