A/N: Hey everyone! Thank you guys very much for the splendid comments!

This chapter will introduce some major characters, I hope you enjoy them as much as I enjoyed writing them. I would just like to inform you that very soon I will be posting everyone's character design. Mostly it's just them in their prison uniforms. You will find them here: celestialdeth . deviantart . com without the spaces.

So, let's get on with this mother!

Matsuda was led to the yard, the famous yard, in which a lot of his time would be spent apparently. Mostly it was just a gigantic dirt field with some bleachers and a couple of basketball courts. Mello and Matt had ditched him, leaving Matsuda alone with a very angry, very use-to-be-a-girl-but-now-has-a-penis Saturday, which was fine, because Saturday only sat and smoked and didn't try to engage in conversation or throw him dirty looks.

So, that was all fine and dandy, until Saturday got up and mumbled about going to get more cigarettes, and when he saw Matsuda was about to have a bitch fit about being alone, did he grumble and point across the yard.

"Okay New Guy, I'm only going to help you out once, because you don't get on my nerves and I really want to get my smokes. See that guy over there? The one that looks like a banana republic model? Go over and talk to him. He won't give you shit. Okay? Bye."

And Matsuda was alone.

Matsuda didn't want to move. Like, he really didn't want to move, but what choice did he have? Stay, and probably get attacked behind the bleachers, or go over and talk to the guy that really did look harmless. But that was from a distance. What if he was terrifying up close?

Matsuda gritted his teeth, and strived forward.

And went to sit back down.

Okay, maybe this would be harder than he thought.

Matsuda got up again, and willed himself to move. He was a man! Wasn't he? He drank beer and watched football and watched porn, all manly things to do. He wasn't a girl.

So Matsuda tried again, and this time he found himself moving closer to the Abercrombie Model, and his breathing eased up again.

That is, until he was grabbed from behind violently and before Matsuda could turn around to see who his assailant was, a voice hissed, "Don't move!"

Matsuda obeyed instantly. Who was he to talk back to this man? What if he was a total psycho? What if he was-

"I'm B," The man hissed.

Matsuda internally kicked his own ass.

Shit. He thought, Perfect Matsuda. Really fucking perfect. You just had to think the worst, didn't you?

"You will not speak unless spoken to, you will not try to move away from me, and you will act as if nothing is wrong. Understood? You can speak now."

"Y-yes," Matsuda stuttered.

"Good. You're a nice little pet aren't you? Obedient Dog. Now, come, walk with me for a little bit, so we don't look suspicious."

Matsuda followed the man. He was very pale, with blood red eyes. He hunched over, and although he was about Matsuda's height, he got the feeling that if the man was up-right, he would tower over him. His hair was messy, a little unkempt, and blacker than sin.

He also bore an insane look on his face.

"Okay, little pet. Here's what we are going to do. You are going to do a favor for me. No, not that kind of favor, wipe that look off your face. Y'see, that man you were walking towards, his name is Light Yagami. And I don't like him. I don't like him at all. The problem is that he's got his religious lap dog following him around at all times and I can't touch him with that lapdog around. Light Yagami needs to learn a little lesson, because he believes himself to be a pompous little prince. He touches things that do not belong to him. He needs to learn not to touch other people's things.

So, little pet, all I ask is that you distract his lap dog for a little while. I ensure you, Yagami Prince won't die, if that's what you're afraid of. I just want to rough him up a bit. You see? He needs to take some of his medicine. Also, if you don't comply, I'll just take a cigarette and burn you're pretty fucking little brown eyes out.

You understand pet? What is your name?"

"It's-it's Matsuda."

"Hmm, yes. Matsuda huh? Kyahahaha. Alright. So, go distract his lapdog. Not too difficult yes?"

"Ummm, yeah, s-sure, but how am I-?"

"Just lead him somewhere away from the prince. Talk to him about God or something. He isn't too bright."

"Okay," Matsuda was agreeing out of fear. On the inside he wanted to die. Either sacrifice his right to see, or get someone he didn't even know get hurt. He wanted to say no. He wanted to just walk away and tell the warden about this man, but he couldn't find the strength to.

"You-you promise? No killing?"

"I'm a man of my word," B smirked.

~~~L~~~Light~~~Beyond~~~Mello~~~Near~~~Matt~~~Matsuda~~~Watari~~~Death Note~~~

"Hi, I'm Matsuda," Stay calm. Stay calm. Don't let him see the guilt eating away at your face. You'll be fine, "I'm new here."

The lapdog, B told him his name was Teru Mikami, looked down at him with glaring eyes, "Yes, I noticed. I'm Mikami. And this is my God."

Light Yagami was an attractive man. An incredibly attractive man. In fact, it wouldn't be hard to believe that women and men alike would spread their legs for him if he gave the word. But past the prettiness, hardness was etched upon the boy's brow.

This was a bored man. A very bored man.

"Mikami, how many times have I told you not to call me that?" Light frowned, "Hello, I'm Light. You'll have to excuse Mikami. He has a special condition where he forgets everything I tell him."

Matsuda felt the coldness behind the words, he felt its sting, and Matsuda just want under jump under a rock and just stay there.

"Well, you guys seemed like the friendliest people here, and I needed to ask…" he directed his gaze at Mikami, "If there was good church services held here."

His eyes brightened up instantly, "Why yes. We do. Sometimes I hold him, we don't have a proper sanctuary, you understand, but we generally meet in one of the conference rooms."

"Oh!" Matsuda exclaimed, feigning excitement, "Can you show me? I'm afraid I'll get lost."

Mikami's face instantly dropped, "Why, y-yes, I would love too, but my Lord-"

"Mikami, for the love of- Just show the guy around and leave me the hell alone."

"As you wish," and Mikami bowed.

Matsuda was utterly flabbergasted. No wonder B couldn't get near Light, if Mikami really did think that Light was his God; there was no way ANYONE was getting near Light. Ever.

Matsuda and the Religious Fanatic were no more than a couple of yards away did the screaming started. Matsuda's head whipped around so fast he felt it crick, and he instantly felt sick with himself.

There was blood. Blood everywhere. Matsuda didn't know B had a weapon! Oh god, he was so stupid! Of course he had a weapon. The man screamed dangerous! Hadn't the other three warned him about the psycho?

They ran forward, and Matsuda's suspicion was confirmed. Light was currently on the ground, a severe bleeding wound on his neck, and B, on top of him, laughing insanely, a knife in hand.

The guards rushed forward, batons in hand, and Matsuda recognized Hal among them, pulling B off of Light, who was barely breathing.

Mikami turned on him.

"You-you tricked me! You tried to kill God! YOU TRIED TO KILL GOD!"

"No! No, wait! Stop!"

Matsuda had the breath knocked out of him as Mikami pinned him to the ground, raining punches on him!

"OH GO-! Someone! Help me! Help!"

But no one was coming. No one was going to help. Oh god, Matsuda was going to die! He knew he wouldn't make it one day!

"Hey! Hey! Get the fuck off of him!" Someone yelled, and the pressure was suddenly lifted off of Matsuda.

Mello.

Thank god.

"Hey! You listen to me you no good piece of shit! Don't touch him. Hands off. Or else you can die. Now fuck off," Mello snarled at the religious fanatic, and soon Mikami was running after his precious Light.

"I-I didn't mean-I didn't think-"

"Well, I'll agree with you on that New Guy," Mello hoisted him up, "Seriously, don't even get close to B man. That guy is bad news. No shit. He's crazier than a shit house rat. And now Mikami is going to pulverize your ass. Jesus man. Even I didn't get into so much trouble on my first day."

"Why did you help me?"

Mello snorted, "What? You rather I didn't? I could've just left your ass to get the shit beat out of it. Unless you're into that kind of thing."

"Wha-? No!"

"Thought so. Well, listen up New Guy, and listen up good. You're a decent guy, and that's hard to come by in prison. So, whether you like it or not, we're friends. And friends watch each other's asses. Comprehende?"

"Yeah, comprehende. Uh. Thanks, anyway."

"Aw man, don't get all gay on me. That's Light's job."

Matsuda instantly paled, looking over at the guards that were rushing Light away somewhere.

"You think he'll be fine?"

~~~L~~~Light~~~Beyond~~~Mello~~~Near~~~Matt~~~Matsuda~~~Watari~~~Death Note~~~

"L! HEY L! It's an emergency! Get out here!"

A black haired man, wearing a plain white long sleeve shirt and baggy blue jeans stepped out, a slethoscope around his neck.

"Oh my," L muttered, his face not giving away his shock, "Light. Is he okay?"

"We're hoping you can tell us that Doc."

L frowned. He never liked that nickname, "What happened to him?"

"You're crazy ass psychotic boyfriend attacked him."

L sighed, muttering, 'Beyond' under his breath, closing his eyes. L didn't bother to correct Aizawa about the boyfriend comment. They only kept coming, no matter how many times he said something about it.

"What are his injuries?"

"Stab wound in his neck. But he's breathing. We think Beyond missed some vital areas."

"No, Beyond didn't miss. He knew exactly where he was aiming. He avoided everything important. He just wanted to hurt Light very badly. Okay, get him on the table."

L saw, to his horror, that Light was still conscience, and trying to talk to him.

"Hey Lawli-" Light gasped out.

"Don't talk. You'll just tear your throat more. I'm going to need some morphine. And bandages. But call 911 right now. He needs to go into surgery. I can't treat him here. I could only stop the bleeding. Hurry. Go!"

L could feel Light grasp his hand.

"You're going to be fine." L told him.

But mostly, he was telling himself.