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Three days.

Three whole, long days they had been staying in Las Vegas, changing hotels... sometimes twice in one day!

Lynn lay in his bed, it was early morning and he was awake. Light had woken him up when he had gotten up and gone into the washroom. The demon had already been in there a whole hour or so and Lynn was beginning to think that maybe he had died. For some reason the thought of Light...Kira dying made Lynn feel hopelessly alone. He had thought about it many times ever since the first night in Las Vegas. They'd been able to survive on Light's poker face but somehow when they were alone, Light acted strange as if a spider was slowly crawling up his spine and sometimes he would be completely still only to shake his head violently a minute later. It was ...odd.

Suddenly, he heard the smash of glass from within the bathroom and sat up in his bed. The bathroom door knob turned slowly then, in a fearful calm, Light appeared in the doorway although his features could not be made out in the dim light.

"Lynn-kun I need you to tell me something." He said seriously.

"W-what could I possibly have to tell you? Idiot, you're the one who should be talking! I'm still at a loss for why we're even here!"

At that, Light switched on the lights. Lynn gasped.

"Tell me, do I...do I look like myself?"

He didn't. He looked...

His rich brown locks had somehow turned black overnight and his chocolate brown eyes had fully turned the steel-grey blue they had become three nights ago on the streets. Somehow he held himself differently. It wasn't the upright, imposing and superior stance he held usually. Instead, he kept his hands in his pockets and slumped slightly but only barely noticeably. He looked like he had lost some weight as well.

Lynn cursed out loud. Light groaned and smacked his forehead.

"I knew it wasn't just me...now tell me what you see."

A red light suddenly engulfed Light and Lynn watched in fascination and Lights hair and eyes became their original beautiful shades and his whole creation being renewed.

Lynn cursed even louder as the crude ripping of fabric broke the silence of the room and Light's wonderful falcon-like wings grew from his shoulder blades, ruining his shirt.

The red light faded and Light examined himself carefully, prodding his cheeks and flexing every muscle in his body as if he had been stiff for a long time.

"Well..." Said Lynn finally, "Didn't you once mention to me that those shackles on your wrists are the remnants of another soul's attachment to you...could this be just the delayed reaction?"

Light nodded, "That is probably it. When I'm in this form..." Light became silent and looked at Lynn, a serene smile crossing his lips.

"No need to worry Lynn-kun. I'm not going to die."

Lynn couldn't speak. For a moment he couldn't breathe, had Kira just read his mind? No...that wasn't it...it was more like...

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Asura looked up at the sky, a sad expression etched onto her face.

"Do you feel his absence...Asura?"

She turned swiftly, surprised by the voice of her master.

"It's odd that I did not sense you, Lord Pantheon."

Pantheon sighed, "I do prefer it when you call me father...after all you are my one and only true flesh and blood."

"What blood I have...feels as if it has been drained then reinserted into my veins...empty of nutrients. The earth and life was my passion, not death and decay."

Asura didn't look as Pantheon walked to her side, "I don't understand the way your emotions work these days...sometimes you are as lively as Bullet and other days you are like the trees here: free of emotion yet standing strong."

"I live to serve you."

"That's not what I want."

There was silence from the girl, her loose hair falling over her shoulders, entwining itself in the horns along her collar bone.

"I am myself, m'lord. If I am by your side, it is because I choose to be. The fact that I am a tool means nothing."

"You are not a tool!"

Asura felt as his hands took her shoulders and whipped her around to face him.

"You are my daughter. My true and lonely daughter."

Asura closed her eyes and leaned into him, resting her head on his chest and caressing his jawline with her delicate palm.

"Yes, a daughter...who didn't survive the poisonous womb of her mother."

Perhaps it was madness, but Bullet laughed all the same as he watched his master and Asura embrace in the darkness. Perhaps it was madness, he thought to himself. For such a melancholy bond to be shared between to such beings was amusing to him. He would enjoy watching the death of this bond. He would enjoy tearing them apart, he would revel in the irony and sadness...and the death that nourished his soul. The time was amongst them and he doubted Pantheon could sense it. He would rise to his potential and lead this world to freedom. He would unlock the cage of malice.

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Kurk flicked on the television. It was 7:00 a.m and the news was about to come on. As time passed he had become more and more addicted to keeping up with the news. It was important. As little as he wanted the authorities to figure out where he was...he also had to continue with his duty. After all, Kira had been able to stay in japan even though the FBI knew where he was.

Noah and his mother would wake up in half an hour so this was his last chance before school to write down names. Noah...

Kurk had sworn to himself that he would take care of his little brother after their father died but he couldn't let Noah know what he was doing. So he had to keep him away. He could not interact with Noah if he wanted to fulfill his duty. This was his sacrifice. He had to cut off all emotional ties with his family and friends because there might be a day when he would have to set them aside.

He had had a dream in which Noah and his mother were dead and he stood over them. They didn't look dead though, they lay on the ground their hands clasping each other's and a smile plastered their faces. To him, it was a beautiful dream in which he had a bouquet of black roses which he let fall and then explode in a rain of petals. It was somber...but to him it had been beautiful.

Kurk closed the Death note and tucked it inside the lining of his jacket in which he had cut a hole like that at the back of his picture frame so he could carry the Note around with him.

He would make breakfast now and leave for school before they woke...

"Kurk!"

A hard blow hit him in the back causing him to topple over on his face. A girl with short, brown hair sat on top of him.

"Oh! Sorry, Kurk! I surprised you didn't I! "

She stood up and helped him onto his feet.

"D-Dez!? When in the world did you get back from Australia?!"

"Yesterday, but late I'm sorry I didn't call."

Kurk sighed. Dez was a family friend who he had once been dating. She was the most annoying person he knew.

She smiled at him with her big blue eyes sparkling. Then she frowned.

"Ku...you look weird. Have you been getting enough sleep?"

"Are you seriously gonna start calling me Ku again?"

"Yes! Because it's cute! But seriously...you don't look like yourself."

Before Kurk could reply, he was suddenly grabbed by the sleeve of his jacket.

"What the hell are you at, Kurk!" Said Jeremiah, "We're going to be late for class! Eh? Who's this?"

Jem looked over at Dez, a serene smile on his face. He had always been the gentleman for as long as Kurk could remember.

"This is Dez...Dez this is Jeremiah."

Jeremiah held out his hand, "You can call me Jem."

Class seemed to pass slowly even though Kurk slept through some of them, during classes in which he was awake he was spine-straighteningly aware of what he bore so close to his chest. He was sometimes urged to slip it out and flip through the pages on which documented his passion. The life he had been living felt so empty, now he felt as if he was drowning in his desires, in his passions. He felt alive.

Finally the bell rang. he had to get home.

"Kurk! Are you ready for practice?"

It was Jem. Dez stood next to him a smug look on her face.

"What? We have practice?"

"Yup! It was announced over the announcements but you were sleeping!"

Kurk sighed, it can't be helped. He had to maintain a normal schedule.

"Jem, pass it!"

Obediently, Jem thrust the basketball in a straight line towards Kurk who dodged past a another player and jumped towards the net, landing a dunk and for a moment, hanging off the basket before letting himself fall to the floor.

As soon as his feet landed, he was surrounded by his team mates and buried in compliments. It was only when the coach's whistle blew that they separated from him.

"Okay, guys!" Said the coach, "That's all for today, sorry to inconvenience you but we got a match on Saturday so be wary!"

Kurk walked down the street towards the bus stop. It was now about 5:30 and the 6 o'clock news would be coming on shortly. He had make it home in time. Black clouds were rolling in above him and as he strolled down the street towards the bus stop, he felt a couple light rain drops on his cheeks. Now he really did have to get home quickly.

"Dad, when's the rain gonna' stop?" Asked Kurk as he looked out the window. His father sat in an armchair reading the newspaper and when he heard Kurk he put down the horoscope he had been reading.

"Only God can tell, son...God and the meteorologists."

"Are meteorologists gods?"

This made his father laugh and pat his knee, signaling for Kurk to come closer.

"Y'know I think your on to something...but then again, we're all God sometimes, Kurk."

"Ku! Jesus! You're soaked! Get in right this minute!"

It was Dez, in a yellow chevrolet. She was waving her hand out the window, telling him to board.

Kurk looked at her worried eyes blankly for a second then smiled and rolled in through the door next to her in the front passenger's seat.

"What is wrong with you? You don't even have a jacket!"

Kurk starred blankly out the window.

We're all God sometimes, Kurk...

"What's wrong?"

It was more like an order then a question and he could feel Dez's eyes shifting from the back of his head then back to the road. When he didn't respond she sighed.

"Is it..is it my fault?"

This caused him to stiffen but he quickly regained his composure and turned around and looked at her.

"No, Dez. It's not you."

"Well, I'm relieved."

There was a short silence in which only the radio played an acoustic tune.

When it was over a smooth female voice replaced the music, "Well that was Mon amour by Ashiqa LetourneauOn to other news, Willis Hortman, the wanted killer of Giles Montgomery was found dead this morning."

"Good." Said Dez, Kurk listened half-heartedly.

"Hortman was victim to Kira due to autopsy reports but sadly, his death was not the only one."

"Not the only one..." Kurk repeated in a whisper to himself. Wait...what?

"Hortman was driving his car 6:45 a.m this morning when he had a heart attack and swerved into the next lane, causing a collision with a BMW. There were three teenagers in the car at the time of the crash and one death not including Hortman's has been verified. The other two passengers are in hospital with mild to serious injuries."

Kurk was speechless, Dez was speechless.

He felt his chest beating against his ribs. Had...he caused this?!

"H-Horrible..." Said Dez just above a whisper, "But you know...I bet Kira is feeling pretty bad about it too."

"Dez, are you pro-Kira?"

"Of course! I believe what Kira does is right. Criminals like Hortman who take lives should pay with their lives."

"Y-Yeah..." replied Kurk. For some reason he felt agitated. He wanted to tell her. Tell her everything.

"D-Dez...?"

"Here's your stop!"

Dez rolled into the sidewalk. "What?"

"Your stop! This is where you live right?"

"Oh...Yeah thanks." It was 5:50. He opened the door and stepped out into the rain again. Before he closed the door, he bent his head low and looked at Dez. A gentle smile crossed his face.

"Dez?"

"Uh...What?" She said mildly. "Thanks."

With that he closed the door and walked into the apartment building.

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Light sat in front of a computer screen. Lynn had gone to explore the hotel.

So shortly after the announcement...yet the numbers of judgements brought forward by this Kira were astounding. It seemed this person simply did not know when to slow things down! If this kept up, he would be found out in no time! Although, this person had made a smart move in not killing off local criminals to begin with. This made it a lot more difficult for the FBI to pin-point the location. It had been one thing he had always regretted himself doing. Perhaps if he had been more careful, he could've lived a little longer...well now people were learning from his mistakes.

It almost made him laugh. But he didn't, he was too absorbed on finding a way to find this new Kira. If he was ever going to fulfill what he had come to do, he had to make sure no foolish mistakes were to be made or else it would be troublesome to clean up. Light leaned back in his chair and felt his spine crack from hunching over the key-board too long. As far as he could tell from just the information on the web, most of the kills, in the beginning, were happening within Canada. If he was to go any deeper he would have to hack into the database of the National guard or the FBI. Troublesome...but he would have to do it. Obviously, he couldn't use the same tactic of he had used to hack into his father's computer, his father was dead. All the data he had been conserving had been wiped clean. He couldn't use the account that he had been given when he became a cop when he was a live because it would have been de-activated especially due to his...position.

He stood up. There was much more things he had to consider as well. Lynn was a Death Note...it still surprised him knowing that. The only problem was finding a way to use it. He wondered if Lynn would be mad a him if he knew. Perhaps it was best to wait...Lynn still wasn't fully his. Even though he knew the boy admired him, and he knew that he could read Lynn like a book; it still wasn't enough. He just needed more time to bring Lynn closer.

Light ran his pale hand through the tendrils of black hair.

He walked into the small hotel room kitchen and poured himself a cup of coffee. The he used had a reflective surface and looking at his reflection, he grimaced.

"L..." he whispered.

Light-kun

There it was. The reply. Like a dagger ripping a hole in his soul, he gasped.

You're here, Light-kun. You're so persistent. That makes you annoying.

"Damn..." Light clutched and stumbled towards the bed.

Suddenly, Light was blinded and he stood lamely in shock as the blackness diminished. When he could finally see again, what had been lost in replace...were his words.

L stood in front of him, as solid-looking as if he was alive.

His hair was the same, the same expression, the same unhealthy complexion. He wore he same clothes Light did and the same wrist shackles bound him. One thing that stood out the most were the chains that linked Light's shackles to L's.

L raised one of his arms and shook the chain, creating a pleasant jingling sound.

Well...This brings back memories, Light-kun...

Light slowly came out of his initial shock and stood up from the bed.

"You are a persistent bastard, y'know that right?"

Of course. My persistence was your down-fall and my greatest victory.

"Too bad it brought you to your grave."

I s'pose that is our greatest victory?

"You like to rub things in, don't you...I lost, remember?"

L walked towards the window, as he did the chains grew longer, allowing more distance between them.

I more consider it a tie, don't you? We both died but both our souls remain to be active...and it seems,

L raised the chain again, we're stuck together.

"Well that's our fault, isn't it?"

No...

L suddenly sounded sad in a way.

I don't know why this happened. All I remember was standing in darkness and looking into a mirror...a mirror that revealed to me my life. But I couldn't do anything in that world...I just watched as my life went by. I couldn't do anything. Not even think! I was stuck.

Light sighed, "It seems we were in the same place...Except that bastard 'resurrected' me...or so he says."

L nodded.

I know, I saw it happen. While you were watching your life from one side of the mirror, I was watching my life from the other side. When You were taken the mirror became transluscent and could watch you go. Somehow...I got involved though I'm not sure how.

There was a long moment in which neither of them could say anything. L starred out the window and looked at the neon lights of Las Vegas.

I have never been...here before.

Light watched in silence as the image of L faded, as well as the chains.

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To go down a certain street, in a certain town and find a certain tall building and walk up a certain set of stairs and to take a certain elevator to a certain top floor would bring you to a certain room at the end of a certain hallway. One would then have to walk through the door at the ned of that hallway and be confronted with a metal-detector mechanism before which one would have to give a finger-print reading and do a scan of their left eye. Once through, one would be met with another door that will have been unlocked automatically due to the readings on your entrance. Behind this door is a gigantic room filled with paper and computers. In this room sit many people, starring into the computer screens.

"OY! Oyoyoyoy!" Yelled one, it was Kit Freylink with his hand in the air, signaling for someone to come look at this.

Frawn was the first to be over his shoulder.

"This timing..."

"Yup."

"You think?"

"Definitely."

Heads had turned and every one else in the team was looking at them expectantly. Frawn turned to them.

"Every one, turn off all other taps on every other system asides that of St, John NB. We just got a reading that 3 killings have been confirmed seconds after there announcements over the 6 o'clock news in St. John!"

Daniel Cox stood up, "He's there? Your sure!"

"It's as close a bet as we can possibly get." Replied Frawn.

Daniel clapped his hands together ad laughed out loud. "I'll start organizing those papers regarding Kira supporters in St. John Area then!"

Frawn nodded, a smile touching the corners of his mouth. This was where the game would begin for sure.

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Ok well that's that! I hope you like it! I'm sorry It took so long but I've been doing a lot of stuff lately and was not able to get to it as much as I would've liked!

Well I guess thassall I have to say...oh wait!

I posted my first chapter of my Out-Of-Plot naruto Fic called 'Sunlight under attack'.

PLEASE PLEASE check it out!

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-FJ