Okay I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG

and I'm also sorry to say the next chap wont be up and running lickity-split either...sorry.

You see I have exmas to study for now. Eww...I'm only 15 I can only do so much!

Well...enjoy

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York Danes: Rapist of four women and one minor. Murdered 7-year old rape victim by strangling her with a chain. Was sentenced 30 years to life in prison. Has since been released on parol.

Kurk sneered, to think some one like him would be released...He sat at his desk with his laptop in front of him. A picture of the criminal's face was enlarged on the screen. In one, smooth movement he clicked the end of his mechanical pencil and wrote the name down neatly onto the far corner of a page on of the note book.

"Having fun, Kurk?" Came the rough drawl of the monster that reared up behind him. Chills ran up Kurk's spine and he turned in his chair sharply.

"Ryuuk! Dammit! Stop surprising me like that!"

Ryuuk laughed, "I can't help it! You always jump when I talk! Kira never did anything like that."

Kurk grunted, "Kira, eh? You sure do talk about him a lot. Isn't he gone now? You said you killed him, right?"

Ryuuk nodded, "Yeah, but I'm pretty sure the old man, that is to say, the King of the shinigami has since decided to make use of him."

Silently, Kurk turned his back and continued his search on the computer, "Was Kira his actual name?"

"No."

"What was it then, his real name?"

Ryuuk laughed, "See-crrr-eet!"

Kurk growled and brought his face closer to the computer screen.

"You're an annoying bastard, Ryuuk."

"That's what Kira thought as well."

----

Light stood over the mirror of Fantama, watching the streets of an African village. When he went to Earth, he didn't have to return to Japan... In fact it was probably best if he didn't...

He heard the shuffling of feet from behind him. Careful, small footsteps.

"Lynn...What is it?" He said charmingly but with not an inch of patronization.

A sudden strong impact caught his shoulder and a rock tumbled to the ground. Light smiled and looked at the rock, "No throwing." He said, this time patronization dripping from his lips. He barely finished saying this though until another, sharper rock caught his lower back. At this he turned to stare coldly down at the kid. Lynn's eyes were filled with rage and terror. It had after all, only been one day after his death.

"I definitely do not belong to you!"

In a split second, Lynn suddenly could not see Light...until he felt a cool shoot of air brush across the back of his neck causing the hairs to stand up. He yelped lightly and jumped away from Light who was bent over behind him, having just blown on his neck.

"I know that, Lynn-kun." He said boredly with a small smile and rested his elbows on his knees. He was in a position that, disturbingly, reminded him of L's and he quickly stood up relieving him self of it.

"-Kun?" Said Lynn, slightly interested but mostly annoyed. He rubbed the back of his neck where goose-bumps had developed, "So you are Japanese! By your looks I figured you were either Chinese or Japanese..."

Light looked at the elementary-aged boy, he really was smarter then the average child...This was only his second time talking to Lynn since he had come out of his trance. The first time Light had not even been able to explain anything to him before Lynn had run off and hid behind a tree in a crouched position for almost the rest of the day.

"Oi! How do you know my name?" Asked Lynn, yelling.

Light sighed, he was smart...but impossible.

"I used to be able to see your name and lifespan above your head, but then you died and hence I can't anymore."

A blank expression seemed to cross Lynn's face, "Why the hell did I have to die?" He said, emotionless and starred down at the ground at his bare feet, as he wore the same clothes he wore when he died.

Lynn felt a hand rest on the top of his head, the long fingers brushing through the strands of chocolate brown hair. He looked up to see Light, starring nostalgically at the sky, with his shinigami wings spread majestically. Lynn starred at him, wide-eyed. Only now did he notice...the man was the most beautiful person he had ever seen. And for a moment he relaxed, forgetting the contempt he had had towards the phantom.

"Do you know my name?" Said Light

Lynn said nothing, his fascinated starred locked onto Light's significant wings then he shook him self out of the trance and pulled him self away from Light, fixing his stare onto an insignificant rock to keep him from looking back at him.

"Of course I don't know that! Why would I want to, anyways? To me, you're simply Mr. Phantom." He said the last bit with a smile and shrugged.

"Do you fear me?"

Lynn flinched at this, since he had come here he had seen a couple of monster-like things holding scythes but had managed to keep him self hidden from them. He admitted, he was scarred of those guys but something about this guy...this phantom seemed to calm something within like no one else had ever done. He wasn't comfortable with that though...

"Not at all. You're just weird, aren't you?"

He heard the phantom laugh charismatically. It was a laugh that coated his soul in wine, making him feel slightly on edge.

"Shall I give you a reason to fear me?"

"Just try it! You're nothing to me!"

"In life, you were a member of Wammy house, yes?"

"What of it?"

"Prepare yourself."

"What the hell for?"

"My name...both my names."

Lynn remained silent, Light had come within an inch of him, towering over him like a willowy tree.

"Lynn...I will whisper it to you, shall I?"

Lynn suddenly felt the phantom's warm breath on his cheek, and closed his tightly so as not to stare at his face.

Light closed his eyes gracefully and brought his lips to Lynn's ear.

For a brief moment there was complete silence. A silence that one experiences so rarely, if ever in their lifetime. The silence held on-coming enlightenment. And the half-moon, which was only crimson during the 'night', brought a milky white glow across the lands.

Lynn's eyes shot open.

----

Have you ever felt completely free yet pressured all at the same time?

Falling. You're falling and the walls of your world are rising further and further away from you until your blue sky is but a speck in the distance.

They reach out their hands to catch you. How many of them can you trust? When you reach out, they pull away, bringing their hands to theirs chests and smiling, mockingly at you.

The wind rushes through your hair.

The wind is time.

Have you ever felt isolated? Have you gotten used to it yet?

When the fields you once saw dead and empty and now filled with elements you are comfortable with.

Intruder.

An intruder reaches their hand out to you. Will you take it? Will they laugh at you and pull away?

Rather not take the risk. You run away.

Tears...are you crying?

You keep running and to your surprise, the wet tears drip down your cheeks.

Why are you crying? Why?!

You chose this for your self, if you want to break it...break it.

But you can't.

You distance yourself because you are afraid of what lies beyond your private field of grey.

You hide under your apple tree of comfort and curl up, waiting for the day when you can break free from the shiny world that keeps you in your melancholy state of ecstasy.

----

Pantheon awoke with a start, his red hair falling loose of his shoulder as droplets of sweat dotted his brow and he let out small choking gasps.

"Lord Pantheon!" Asura walked over to him, a cloth in her hand. As she was about to dab his forehead, Pantheon swung his arm, knocking the cloth from her grasp and leaving her tumbling.

"Excuse me..." She said painfully and brought her self into a kneeling position. Pantheon sneered at the sheet which covered him and balled his fists into it.

"I'm sorry, Asura...Please leave me now."

Asura bowed her head once and quickly carried herself out of the compact room of the cave.

When she had left, Pantheon closed his eyes but opened them immediately. He couldn't get her out of his mind! Every time he slept all he would see was her dark blonde hair and her hazel eyes. The smooth, pink lips he had once, long a ago, sealed a vow with. He remembered the way she walked, he remembered the way she cocked her head to one side when she laughed.

"Madeline..."

Her name, like a silent promise on his lips. The human world was so...pathetic. He saw the shinigami realm as a blank canvas. One he could paint into a new, perfect world in which he was God. A world where war was not an option. A world in which no one would be killed on account of details of birth.

He collapsed back onto his white sheets, resting his head against a tattered pillow. He hid his eyes behind the back of his palm and smiled, his sharp teeth curling over his lip.

"Madeline...Your world will be perfect this time." Slowly the skin of the back of his hand began to rot and turn grey and spread up his arm, "Kira will help us. Kira will."

----

She stood in front of his limp body. He lay on the ground in a pool of blood, his matted hair falling into his open mouth.

Her back stiffened and her pupils became small with shock as she stood, paralyzed.

The alarm still rung across the grounds loudly...but not loud enough to cover to scream of terror and grief that crossed the orphanage, making every one stop in their tracks.

She had failed.

"Will she be all right, sir?" Said a dark-haired man in a police officer's attire. He had been assigned to come to this orphanage to relay the details on a drunken, 29 year old male who arrived at Wammy House orphanage with a gun at approximately 3:30 on a Wednesday morning, so far only one death had been already accounted for. The drunken man, known as Ford Knowles, was found past out on the steps of the orphanage entrance.

At the moment though he regarded a red-headed girl, who sat with her head in her knees and seemed to shake uncontrollably.

An older man stood next to him and he rested his aged hand on the officer's shoulder.

"I don't know really..." He said sorrowfully, responding to the question, "Katy was Lynn's guardian. I believe, though, that Katy felt very close to Lynn. She lost a younger brother her self a few years ago to a car crash in which she had been the driver."

The officer, named Daniel Cox due to the name tag on his uniform, looked at the elderly man perplexed.

"Oh but it wasn't her fault...a drunk driver rammed into the side of her car at a four-way intersection, toppling the car to one side. Tragic really. She blames her self for that and probably feels this was her fault as well,"

Daniel looked back at Katy, who was now being given a blanket to cover her shoulders. After a moment, Daniel pulled out a pen and a notepad and turned once again to the old man.

"Sorry...Roger is it? But I'm going to have to ask you some more questions before we leave."

'We' referred to the many other police officers that stood about, interviewing members of the medical aid of the orphanage and a few other child supervisors. One of the men had tried to approach Katy but she had been reluctant to say anything and had broken out into a fit of sobs.

"That's fine, officer Cox. Please, won't you come into my office?"

The officer nodded to him and followed him inside the building, up a flight of stairs, down a hallway where many paintings hung on the creamy white walls with gold accents, and through a cherry wood door into a grand office. The first thing he noticed when he walked into the room were two other men dressed in dark suits and sunglasses standing to one side of the room in front of a large book case. Also an middle-school aged student, about 14 years old sat in the middle of the room on a cushy chair, playing a gameboy.

Roger sat behind his desk. A black and white picture stood next to the lamp on his desk. It showed him self quite a few years younger and another man standing side-by-side infront of a building which Daniel recognized as the building he stood in now, Wammy house.

"Main Officer Daniel Cox, meet FBI agents, Satashi Yakimoto and Giovanni Lee." Each of the agents nodded as they were introduced.

"P-Pleased to meet you, but I am very confused. Why has the FBI gotten involved in this?"

"Mr. Cox, I'm sure you've been educated on the details of the Kira Incident."

Daniel was shocked to say the least. He had been educated in this area before earning his promotion. He had even been partly involved for a short time! For he had been a member of an investigation team, connected to the Tokyo department before they had disbanded. He nodded seriously.

"Lynn Swaily, the boy who was killed...Would've been next in line to take over from Near and Mello, who ended Kira once and for all."

"Bullseye!"

The seriousness, for a moment. was broken. Daniel whipped his gaze around to the boy in the middle of the room. He had almost forgotten about him.

The boy had short, spiked dark blonde hair and big brown eyes. He had a certain mousiness about him. He wore a baggy black shirt and a pair of beige shorts. His Gameboy was pulled up close to his face.

Roger laughed awkwardly, "This...this is Frawn...Well that is his alias, his real name will not be given. Lynn's Alias had been Delta." He added the last part with a mumble as if contemplating something.

Daniel smiled at the boy who, opposite to what he had seen before, starred back at him almost coldly.

"Frawn is now next to inherit the job."

"What? What about Near! When the Kira case ended I heard he was still alive!"

"So you do have access to that sort of information..." Said Satoshi, the Japanese agent.

Daniel recoiled, he had been trapped. As head of his department, he had been given access to the Kira files of their department as well the files of the Tokyo department, which had the most information on the case.

"Y-yes..." He said awkwardly...

"That Near guy retired him self!" Said Frawn matter-of-factly out of the blue, "That's why it's my turn!"

Daniel Cox eyed Frawn with some astonishment but mostly confusion.

"Besides! I'm a lot less weird...And a lot more smart!" Frawn added with a sly grin and gave the police officer a thumbs-up.

Daniel looked back at Roger who nodded, "After the death of Melo and the Kira case as a whole, Near didn't feel the want or need to continue in what he did and felt it would be better for him to step down."

"What? And leave it all to a small, pre-pubescant teen! What is the meaning...!"

"I am not pre-pubescant! You Bastard! Besides Near was even younger then me when he started!"

"Frawn! Be silent!" Said the elder angrily, making Frawn recoil immediately and bow his head.

There was a moment of awkward silence before the other agent, Giovanni, cleared his throat.

"Officer Cox, recently there have been a number of incidents in which criminals have been having...unusual and unexpected deaths."

Daniel froze and turned towards the agent, slowly.

"Th-they died?!"

"Of heart-attacks." Finished Lee coldly.

It felt like his heart had just been plunged in ice-cold water. Was it happening again!?

"I'm sure that you understand what is going on now and have an understanding why I brought yo to my office to meet Agent Yakimoto and Agent Lee as well as Frawn here."

Daniel turned slowly towards Roger, who starred at him intensely with his wise, wrinkled eyes.

"So far, most of the deaths have been widespread but many have taken place in the Atlantic Provinces."

"Atlantic..."

"That is to say; New brunswick, Nova Scotia, Newfoundland and Labrador and Prince Edward Island." Continued Agent Lee.

"Yes, I've been to Newfoundland before...Lots of water. Beautiful province, really." Said Daniel, as if to say he understood completely the area.

Roger closed his eyes and brought a hand to his full-moon specs, pushing them further up his nose.

"I may be getting older..." At this, Frawn scoffed at Roger who continued passively, "But I've seen a lot in my day. In the past, Kira may have ended many wars and ended a lot of crime but from it grew something ugly and nearly unstoppable. It is likely that the new Kira, having gained the same power is trying to finish what the last one started."

"But this time it will be...a lot easier, I believe." Added Agent Yakimoto, slipping off his dark sunglasses to reveal his thin, brown eyes.

He smiled comfortingly, "Since we already have so much information on Kira...I believe things will rap up faster this time."

"I do hope that is correct, Satoshi. " Said Roger.

Daniel nodded, it was almost too much for him to handle.

"So...Officer Cox, " Began Roger in an up-beat tone, "What do you say? Feel like joining the SPK in the fight against Kira?"

There was no question...only one problem.

"I would be on the case right away, sir. But first I have to consult with the entire task force first."

Roger nodded seriously. Daniel smiled, "I'm sure many of my men would be pleased to join in the case, they are all extremely reliable. Also I'm sure they would be interested in working with the new L."

"It's F!"

Frawn had yelled it this time, loudly and all eyes turned to look at him.

"I am definitely not an L!" The green light from his gameboy glowed eerily on his face, "I am F! And I'm going to make sure this thing ends."

----

Kurk stood outside his High school with a sports gear bag hung over his shoulder. Inside was his jersey, his basketball shoes, a towel and other wash gear, a water bottle and...the Death Note. He had had basketball practice and recently he had come to the huge realization of how careful he must be to not draw too much attention to him self. He had to go about his daily routine normally. That meant he had to go to practice, he had to go to regular classes and tutorials and he had to socialize. Jeremiah, who had been a long-time friend had approached him during class today, worried about him since they hadn't talked or seen much of each other for over a week.

It was because he was being careful that he carried the Death note with him.

"So if any one else touches it, they can see you too, huh?" He said to Ryuuk, who was greedily digging into a slightly bruised, but red apple.

He shoved the rest of the apple, core and all, into his mouth and nodded.

"You couldn't tell that right off the bat, could ya, Ryuuk?"

Ryuuk's coarse laugh caused goosebumps to crawl up Kurk's spine.

"Kurk!"

He spun around, Jeremiah was running up to him smiling and waving his arms in the air.

Kurk sighed, frustrated but put on the most real smile he could possibly manage and waved back at him.

"Hey, Jay..."

"Great practice! You looked great! I was worried that you were going to quit or something like that!"

"Are you kidding? I'm going pro no mater what!" Said Kurk proudly (but falsely) in return.

Ryuuk laughed, unbeknownst to Jeremiah. It was getting more and more interesting being with Kurk...and he could smell the on-coming action in the air which caused him to like his red, unnatural lips with his black tongue.

Kurk collapsed onto his couch in the living room of the apartment. His mother was had a meeting with a client and Noah was at a friend's. Kurk sighed. It was especially important to keep the death note out of their reach...

Taking the remote, Kurk clicked on the television onto the news. Over two minutes he could hear about multiple murders and tortures and rapes. It didn't matter where you were, crime was always present. He remembered when Kira, the original, had been powerful. His father had been a sincere follower and had even flown out to Japan to join in the the strike towards those against Kira's Law.

"Are you going to be gone long, dad?" said a 10-year-old Noah Hayder, clutching Kurk's T-shirt. Kurk stood with his head raised towards his father.

The man laughed and knelt down to ruffle Noah's blonde hair.

"I'll been back in a week, No! No time at all. Besides, you have Kurk here to look after you!"

Noah wrinkled his nose at this, "I don't need him! " He said, releasing Kurk's shirt immediately and crossing his arms.

Their father smiled kindly then looked at Kurk who starred back blankly.

"Are you going to help Kira dad?"

His father nodded and put a hand on his son's shoulder.

"Kira needs help. He may have great powers, but that doesn't mean it doesn't come with great responsibility. A bunch of us are just sympathizing with his goals and dreams. We will help Kira rise to greatness."

"Are you going to meet Kira, dad?"

Their father threw back his head and laughed a deep, hearty laugh.

"Now wouldn't that be something? I wonder what he would look like...I saw a picture of him as seen through the eyes of a supporter once. He had great angelic wings and a thorny crown. Another painter, who was not a supporter painted him as a red demon who wore the souls of his victims like scarfs. I wonder which one speaks to the most people...no I'm pretty sure Kira is a regular guy. But if I do ever meet him, it will be his choice to decide whether to identify himself or not."

"That's too confusing. Kira should make you his right hand man, dad!" Replied Kurk enthusiastically.

All the while Noah had listened closely but not said anything.

Their father stood up and faced their mother, opening his arms and swallowing her in his embrace.

"I'l be back soon, Eleanor."

Two months later...he was dead. Shot. Shot by a police officer in the SPK.

Kurk shook the unfriendly memory from out of his mind and stood up angrily. He now had a few more names to write down in the Death note.

"I wonder if the police have started investigating..." Said Ryuuk.

Kurk stopped, he hadn't actually thought much about it. And now he realized how critical a situation he was in. Kira had fallen...under circumstances he wasn't aware of but none the less he didn't want to disappear either.

But nothing yet...

"Hah, maybe their in denial. Or maybe their afraid!"

He said this and walked into the hallway just as Noah walked through the door.

When they saw each other, Kurk starred at him blandly while Noah turned his attention away, not wanting to make eye contact.

Kurk scoffed and walked to his room, shutting the door behind him.

Noah remained in the hallway, starring at the floor.

The next day was a saturday and while every one else slept in, Kurk woke up early. 5:00 a.m. early.

He had had a rough night. As well as not being used to a shinigami being in his room, he felt anxious about the threat of the SPK. The ones who killed his father. Fire licked at his stomach and an anger had grown in him during the long night. Ryuuk had watched silently as Kurk turned and tossed in his bed sheets. Humans really were an odd bunch. So many emotions...Light had been so different, almost inhuman. Although he had insisted he was a human making the world a better place for humans, Ryuuk had always sensed Light's deep potential as a shinigami.

In the dimly lit bedroom, the technological light from Kurk's laptop glared and he watched the latest news online as new criminals were being released on air. He had to read subtitles for some of the news stations he watched because he understood, at least, that if the police did take notice they would immediately look to where the most deaths had taken place. Although he had begun with all his judgments taking place within New Brunswick he had quickly become wary of the danger in this and had spread out his killings more tactfully.

After writing down a few names he closed the note and leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes. This duty was seriously taking something out of him. The early mornings had caused dark circles around his eyes and he wasn't taking proper care in the morning before before school to fix his hair. In his entirety, he looked underfed, underdressed and under the weather most of the time. But he could just blame that on upcoming exams.

Since he was using this excuse though, it also prompted him to study more to back it up.

Everything piled up, and as Kurk relaxed back in his chair he looked and Ryuuk upside down and asked something he had been wondering,

"Was it this hard for Kira, as well?"

"Not at all...well perhaps at first. After he met me though, it seemed everything fell into place for him."

"What kind of guy was he? A god maybe?"

Ryuuk laughed, "Perhaps more like a king dreaming of becoming a god."

"Hm...That makes sense to me."

----

Frawn sat in front of a computer screen, going over the data of the Kira case. It was early morning but the sun had yet to come up and the room was dark and cold-looking. All furniture except for an adjustable chair and a table for the computer had been moved out to be replaced by stacks and stacks and stacks of papers. He had to apply every variable. Every possible circumstance, every unthinkable thought had to be considered if he was to make any progress whatsoever in this case. Even if he did have all the data on the previous encounter with Kira, their were so many blank spots. How had Kira killed L in the first place? Was it that L was just careless or did Kira...Light really predict every event, every thought that had been thought before L's demise?

It was so...interesting.

"Frawn,"

"What is it, Giovanni?" Replied Frawn sternly, as if being woken up from a pleasant dream.

"I have just heard from Roger. Apparently, Officer Cox has a team of team of investigators on standby. We will rendez-vous with them at noon today."

"Is that all?"

"No, a team of investigators from japan will also be cooperating with us."

"Do you have a list of names, Gio?"

Agent Lee nodded and passed a folder to Frawn over his shoulder.

Immediately Frawn opened the folder, the folder was tightly sealed but with long fingers, Frawn opened the folder smoothly without ripping the paper.

There was only four sheets of paper within the folder and the first sheet held only three names followed by pictures and profiles of the names featured.

Shuichi Aizawa

Kanzo Mogi

Tota Matsuda

"Hm...This is interesting." Said Frawn and layed the profiles down and types the names into his computer.

"All three played major roles in the fall of the last Kira, Yagami Light. Are you sure they volunteered, I would expect they would want nothing to do with the Kira case. After all, they all knew Light closely."

Giovanni frowned, "They all agreed. It seems, Frawn you have never experienced such a complicated circumstance."

Frawn grinned, "No...I guess you're right, Lee. Will they be cooperating with us from Japan?"

"Yes but if need be they are willing to be transported anywhere necessary."

"I see, that's good."

Their was a pause between them then Giovanni sighed,

"This whole situation seems unbelievable...To think after a year a new Kira would turn up...I guess we all just have to live with it now."

"As long as there are bad guys like Kira," Began Frawn, "we have to eliminate and continue to do it until the kingdom has been wiped clean."

Suddenly something caught Frawn's attention, "Gio, we were never able to figure out where the first killings took place, yes?"

Without even an answer from the agent Frawn began typing wildly. It was safe enough to say he Kira was not in Japan this time around. If he could yust find out where Kira was then the investigation woud have a smooth start.

He began mumbling under his breath and Agent Lee, feeling awkward at this point, backed out of the room.

"Remember, noon tomorrow!" He said before closing the door behind him.

----

The police headquarters, located in Japan, was quiet, dark and seemed to pulse with dark memories. But even so, a man sat at his desk with his head in his hands. A file lay open in front of him and it showed the picture of a young man with brown, sleek hair, honey brown eyes and a cocky smile. Beneath the picture was inscribed the name Yagami Light.

Matsuda rubbed his eyes and sat back in his chair. Light was dead he was sure of that. he had been to the troubled boy's funeral and had seen him lying on the steps with the look of a dead man etched into his face. That day had warped his reality forever. He was no longer the ditzy, flamboyant cop he was always rumored to be. In the year and a bit that had past he had found his place as a cop and a well respected investigator. He looked to his memories of his prior Chief Yagami for inspiration and found it...as sad as the memories had made him, they worked.

But now...he was being sucked back into a place he had never hoped to go again. When the unit had first been notified that suspicions of a new Kira were becoming more and more real he had immediately volunteered himself to be an investigator for the case. In fact, himself, Mogi and Aizawa and had decided together as a group. New recruits had been forbidden to volunteer and those who had lived through the firs Kira had declined immediately. They ended up being the only ones...

"M-Matsuda?"

Matsuda turned in his chair and saw the tall frames of both Aizawa and Mogi standing in the doorway.

"Oh? Hi there, Shuichi-san, Kanzo-san." He said with a tired smile.

"It's surprising that we all had the same idea in coming here." Said Aizawa, speaking japanese.

Mogi nodded but remained silent, looking over Matsuda's shoulder and seeing Light's picture. Aizawa frowned seeing it as well.

"Well, I guess it's back down the rabbit hole, isn't it?"

They all agreed in silent contemplation.

----

Light held the sleeping Lynn in his arms. He had been asleep for a long time. As expected, Lynn had gone into a depression after hearing Light's identity and had resorted to hiding beneath trees and falling asleep. Light had found him this time around and had been disgusted by how pitiful it was. So disgusted that he made himself shake the boy, with no response.

"Must be shock..." mumbled Light, annoyed.

Suddenly a small noise escaped the lips of the boy and Light starred down at him, shaking his shoulders lightly.

"Oi, hey...Lynn, you awake?"

Lynn opened his big brown eyes and starred directly into the crimson ones of Light. They remained open, shocked.

Light sighed and lay Lynn down next to him.

"Geez, you're kind of...heh, whatever." Without another word, Light stood up and spread his wings preparing to fly away.

"Wait!"

Light stopped and turned around. Lynn still wore that wide-eyed expression.

"What?"

"D-Did you really kill L?"

"Yes."

Lynn breathed out the air in his lungs, shook his head and looked down at the ground.

"Is that all?"

For a moment Lynn remained silent, then stood up.

"I-I have something I want to say to you!"

Light regarded him passively, "Something you want to say? Is it that you hate me and you're going to bring me down?"

"No!"

"Well then...what?"

"Ever since I heard about you and the Kira case, I've been expected to inherit the job of taking Kira down if ever a new one arose. But it has always been unsettling for me..."

Lynn trailed off, Light starred. He could see something else in Lynn now. Something he hadn't seen before, as clearly as he had seen him. No, now he saw a characteristic in him that reminded him of...himself."

"...The truth is...I've always thought there was a thread of logic in your actions! When I heard that you had taken down L, I was confused! Obviously you were...are some sort of mega-genius-"

Light laughed, mega-genius, Lynn was after all a kid.

"-But L was well loved at Wammy! I had to overthrow my feelings of admiration for you and prepare myself to take you down when I had to! But...when Near and Mello took you down...I was angry...really really angry and I would sit outside and listen to the church bells while going over your data! That's all I did! Anyways...The point is...I don't hate, I don't trust you but I am prepared to watch you!"

A minute of silence between them stretched on forever. Until Light grinned.

"Tomorrow I'm going to the human realm. You will come with me, Lynn-kun."

And with that Light leaped into the air and flew in the direction of Pantheon's cave.

----

I hope this chap turns out as long as I hoped...

anyways

I went to a writing workshop and I think i may have helped with my writing skills...

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