Okay...so ummm hope you like the chap. I think it's long...not too sure what y'all consider long or short...hmm In fact I don't even know what I consider to be long. When I upload this it may turn out to be the shortest little chap ever. God I hate my indecision...

I'll learn

Bon Apetit

(No, this does not give you permission to eat you computer)

Sorry I have to go. My house is being attacked due to my baaad humor.

Bye.

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Light starred down into the circular vortex. Pantheon had called it the mirror of Fantama. It was a shinigami's looking glass into the human realm and for hours a day, Light would stare into it...making the views change constantly. The human behavior...it was all the same. No change. His death had meant nothing and this angered him. Although, there were still a couple television channels worshipping him but he had never really been okay with that sort of publicity. Also, it seems the public had not been told of Kira's death nor did they identify Kira to them. Perhaps the FBI hadn't wanted to start an outcry. At this moment, though, Light watched a young boy, aged seven years, sitting on a swing in the playground of an orphanage. His young, fair skin caught the sunlight through the shadow of leaves on a tree and his dark brown hair blew gently in the breeze. Children's cries and laughter could be heard close by. The boy mumbled something under his breath while making patterns in the gravel with his feet. Then, a bell tolled. Simple, monotonous and beautiful. The boy stopped what he was doing and listened, his light brown eyes turning upwards as if seeing the noise.

Light brought a hand down onto the surface of the mirror. The boy was a orphan belonging to the Wammy House. Light did not know if he was intelligent or average, if he was sick or healthy...all Light knew was that the boy was going to die in one day. Also, he knew the boy didn't deserve to die because the boy was unlike the average human being. Light could practically see through the child, straight into his soul and something similar to affection and anger swelled within his chest as he glared down into the mirror of Fantama.

Suddenly, footsteps were heard coming from behind him and he turned swiftly. Pantheon stood a couple meters away from him, a genuine smile plastered on his face as he peered at Light with his black, swallowing eyes. Asura, too, was with him. She stood by his side, her head bowed and her hair now loose and free, curling across her shoulder like silk. Instead of her usual black dress she wore a pure white one and it made her fair skin and frail frame seem like it could be blown away. The horns on her neck made her look like a sad china doll whom some cruel kid had decided to use as a voodoo toy.

"Kira...Who are you watching today?" Pantheon said as he walked over and bent over the mirror to see the small boy for him self. "Ooh...who's this little delight, eh?"

"His name is Lynn Swaily." Replied Light, emotionless.

"Hmm? Seems he's going to die at about 3:52 a.m tomorrow...I wonder why. He seems healthy enough asides from being stick thin." Pantheon watched as the boy, Lynn slipped off the swing and began making his way towards the orphanage building. He then looked back up at Light who was following the boy with his eyes, interest burning within them.

"You can't save him, Kira."

"I know...I just don't think he deserves to die..."

Suddenly, Pantheon's face was all Light could see. They were so close to each other their noses touched and for a moment, Light sat, shocked.

"W-what the hell are you doing!" He said, moving away from him quickly.

"He really looks like you...Kira."

Light stood up, "What are you saying? He isn't even Japanese! What's up with you today? You're being really..."

Just then, Pantheon grabbed Light by the red scarf he wore around his neck and pulled him downward. Immediately a pair of feathered wings grew from Light's back and they pumped once, pushing the air forward and keeping him from falling on his face.

"What the hell, Pantheon!" Cried out Light as soon as he had regained his composure.

Pantheon grinned and stood up looking at Light who stood with his majestic wings outspread on his back. They weren't quite as long as Pantheon's were but did spread a bit longer then the length of his arm. They were mostly black but at the tips of every feather was a pattern of light brown, auburn and white. they resembled the wings of some species of bird of prey.

"Interesting...Most only acquired their wings after two months and had instinctive control after four and a half...You have only been with us a month and one week."

"Heh...so what?" Said Light, folding his wings into himself, "Quickly or slowly...I don't care how fast I adapt to my powers."

"You don't? Then what do you care about, Kira?"

No response. Light tilted his head and looked up at the sky. Clouds hid the vision of the moon but its red light still managed to seep through. Light closed his eyes and rubbed the skin around one of his wrist shackles.

Cold hands suddenly wrapped gently around Light's chin but he made no move to pull away. Pantheon's black cape covered him slightly as the King of the shinigami combed his fingers through the back of Light's head and blew lightly on the nape of his neck.

"You're far too interesting, Kira."

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Wildenheim took a deep breath as he stood at the edge of a steep cliff looking down at a baron plain where shinigami sat on rocks, polished their scythes and gambled.

Pathetic. This is the world he belonged to, had dedicated him self to. Now, after all this time of no action where he had witnessed his Lord Pantheon reduce him self to less-then-kingly composure...This was still the only landscape he could view. As a human, he had been an aspiring artist. landscapes being his reason for living. When he died, and became the capsule of glory-the embodiment of life to its fullest, he had seen the landscape and knew that the chances of seeing an ocean horizon again were...meagre.

A cold wind blew his dark hair forward, "Bullet...What is on your mind?"

"To what extent, brother Wildenheim, do you see Pantheon's plans for the futureseriously making sense?"

"You begin to emulate Kira, brother Bullet." He replied.

Bullet laughed, "To some extent...I see that Kira is skeptical and I agree, have always agreed. But Kira doesn't care either way. He has no interest in the dead...all he pays attention to nowadays is life. Sitting there above a mirror of Fantama, oggling at every little, worthless life on earth. Why the hell does His Lordship even care for him?!"

Bullet turned away from Wildenheim, who regarded him seriously, out of anger.

"If you do not agree with Pantheon...What are you saying should be done?"

For a moment Bullet was silent. An eerie silence and Wildenheim felt an aura about him that pulsated with power and an emotion that could not be pinpointed. Whatever it was, Wildenheim was drawn to it, as he had always been drawn to Bullet. Bullet was his elder and Wildenheim treated him with respect.

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Human Realm- Wammy House grounds- 3:20 p.m

Lynn Swaily sat on the steps outside the orphanage. He was seven years old and had been abandoned at the Wammy House when he was a baby. His dark brown hair shaded his eyes from the sun and he repeated something beneath his breath.

"Lynn! What ya' whisperin' ?'"

He looked up to see the smiling face of a young women. She wore a white skirt with a blue sash tied around the waist and a pink V-neck with a silver heart locket.

"Oh...Hello, Katy." Said Lynn, "I'm repeating my square roots."

" You are a strange seven-year-old, Lynn...What are you doing out here still, anyway?" Said Katy, pushing a strand of her short red hair behind one of her ears, "It's getting cold and every one else has already gone inside! Also, there is someone who is requesting a meeting with you." She said the last statement in a sing-song voice.

"Another? What does that old man think? It's not like every single detail of the Kira incident has to be drilled into me a thousand times over! I've already memorized it all!"

"Lynn, you're runner up if anything happens to Near...or, sorry...N. If ever a new Kira returns...you may have to be the one who brings him down."

Katy crouched down so that she could face Lynn, "Lynn, I'm your guardian. If you get sick...I'm the one who gets blamed. So let's just go inside, okay?"

Lynn looked into Katy's light blue eyes, "Fine..." He said glumly.

Katy took hold of his hand and lifted him up and onto his feet, "Geez, Lynn. You're becoming weightless!"

She brushed off Lynn's baggy, white shirt and combed his hair with her fingers.

"But seriously...according to wha I've learned..." Started Lynn, "This Kira...or Yagami Light guy was a genius who even surpassed L! I doubt that any one like him would pop up again..."

Katy and Lynn walked through the hallways of the orphanage. The walls held artwork and Katy would quiz him on what the artist's names were.

Finally they turned into the hallway where the Headmaster's office was located.

Lynn stopped abruptly, causing Katy to falter.

"What's up, Lynn."

"Katy...I know this is a bad time, but I want to ask you something..."

Katy crouched down on one knee and looked him straight in his eyes.

"You can ask me whatever you want. I won't get mad."

Lynn smiled, Katy had a knack of knowing when he was talking about a delicate subject.

"W-why are we--"

katy tilted her head to one side. In her he saw nothing that could settle him. Nothing that would calm his mind that teamed with insecurities.

"Lynn?"

"Oh...Hello, Lynn, Katy." A male voice came from behind them.

Turning, they both saw a sophisticated-looking man. He was elderly with salt n pepper hair and age lines around his lips and eyes.

"I'm glad you cane earlier rather than later, Lynn."

Lynn nodded. Katy frowned down to him.

"I'll talk to you later, Katy."

"O-okay...later..."

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6:00 a.m--Wammy house

Lynn lay awake in his bed sheets. The cold of the night came through the window that loomed beside his bed and had woken him. he rubbed his eyes and sat, he wasn't feeling especially tired anyways. He looked out the window, the moon hung low, signaling early morning and it cause a blue light to stream across the orphanage bedroom, lighting all the other beds that held the sleeping bodies of other orphan children. Lynn brought his feet over the side of the bed and felt the cold, hard floor with the tips of his bare toes. The floor felt strange to him, as if he was unwelcome to get up and creep across it. He stood up, quietly so as not to wake the others and began to make his way towards the doorway.

He stopped suddenly when he heard a groan from a nearby bed.

"Urrg...E-eh? Lynn?" Whispered another boy about his age, "Where are you going?"

"Bathroom, Roger...Go back to bed."

He watched as the boy flopped him self back onto his pillow and quickly fell back to sleep. He then continued making his way to the door.

The hallway, outside the bedroom, looked haunted and baron but Lynn barely payed attention as he continued making his way through the orphanage.

Shinigami realm

Pantheon watched with mild amusement as Lynn walked down the hallway and to the front entrance.

"Little does he know that he has a mere 18 minutes...To live." He narrated mockingly. He looked around him. It would've been a lot funnier if Kira had been around to sneer at him.

He sighed and returned his attention to the mirror of Fantama. The boy was now outside the entrance, the cool night air brushing his face. He really was similar to Kira...He had the same eyes that seemed bored with the world as it was. The one thing that was of greatest similarity, though, was that underlying potential. Certainly, the boy did not seem as interesting as Kira possibility-wise, but... Pantheon grinned down at the creature that Kira had been so attracted to. Pantheon brought his index finger to his lips, Kira would be leaving for the human realm soon.

Pantheon grinned maliciously.

Perhaps a going-away present would be suitable...

Human realm

Lynn walked down the cold, stone steps. He just wanted to hear the bells toll for the fourth hour. It was his last chance before all the staff awoke at five and it was always so much better listening to them from outside, in complete silence. The only thing that truly calmed him around here. In truth, he had done this often, ignoring Katy's warnings. She was always so protective and that bugged him. He often had to act cute and fragile in order for her to bend for him. He really did like the bells though...

Suddenly, Lynn heard footsteps coming across the grounds, large...heavy footsteps belonging to an adult. He turned on his heel. A man, Lynn recognized him to be a member of the nurse's aid at the orphanage. He had recently lost a son to a car crash and had been given a month off work. He was flush and swaggered when he walked, obviously drunk. Lynn made a dash for a nearby tree and he thanked God that The Lord had made him thin enough to not be seen behind it. But his prayers were over-looked. The drunken man cried out. Lynn gasped, escaping from behind the tree. His bare feet pounded against the rough gravelly earth, his heart beating against his rib cage as tears began to well in his eyes. The man was now running, swearing loudly and fumbling with something he had pulled out from under his trench coat. Of all the night's to want to take a walk...he had to choose the one when a drunken man decided he wanted to take a gun to work.

Lynn cried out pitifully as he heard a gunshot from behind him, followed by louder swears from the man. No... Wait. This was good. The staff would hear it and surely, they would come for him. He looked up at the orphanage building and sure enough, light flickered on in a couple of the windows and a bell sounded throughout the grounds.

"BOY! BOY, YOU SON OF A BITCH!"

His voice was caked in grief and drunken madness.

Lynn made a sharp turn and pressed his back to the brick wall of the building. He could still hear the sound of the sound of the man's footsteps but he was too exhausted and panicked to run any more. He closed his eyes, gasping heavily. All of a sudden, Lynn heard laughter.

"To think that this is how you die..."

A sob escaped Lynn's lips but he never opened his eyes.

"Open your eyes, Lynn."

Out of sheer terror, Lynn obeyed. Opening his eyes he was astounded to be confronted not by his assailant but by a tall man, dressed in a black cape. His red hair was pulled into a ponytail and his eyes were like black vortexes.

"Lynn, do you want to cease existing?"

Immediately, Lynn shook his head vigorously. His eyes were wide and his mouth agape. He was astounded by the man and for a moment, Lynn nearly forgot about the the male nurse with the loaded gun.

"I can save you...but to do that I will have to kill you."

Lynn could barely hear him but what he said had come across clear. Even so, Lynn was being gravitated towards him like metal to a magnet. He stood up and starred at him.

Pantheon grinned. Like fish to bait. As he grinned his pearly white teeth were revealed and Lynn gasped.

"V-vampire!?" he whispered to him self.

Suddenly a gun shot echoed across the orphanage grounds. Lynn felt his consciousness slipping, blackness over-taking him like a veil. Was he dying now?

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I am just going to point out right now that the main words in this chappie were

male nurse with a loaded gun

Okay I am not implying all male nurse's are crazy...i just didn't know how to word it better.

Sorry.

Hope you read my future chapters!

Oh god I just noticed how friggin annoying this cliff-hanger is...damn thas some sweeet hanger

I'm likin it

And you'll hate me for this but...Look forward to more. Aha

Btw, is any one here lookng forward for this being an LxLight/Kira fic? Sorry But i can't really comment on that right now...it may become something like that...i dunno really.

I'm horrible, I know.

Oh!

HAPPY NEW YEAR

'08

hopefully this chap is out there by an 1st...

hopefully...damn useless homepaul2.

(if you really want to know what Homepaul2 is...just ask. Ill rant about him to you.)