Okay! This is a big chapter! I hope every one is keeping up and is enjoying themselves!
Deep breath...okay and DIVE!
Noah sifted through a magazine, it was a celeb magazine but every page had commentary about Kira. Well Kira was a celebrity after all...this made Noah shiver. His father had been a great supporter of Kira but for as ong as Noah could remember, Kira's motived chilled him to the core. When Mr. Hayder died it was like Noah had been hit over the head with a shovel only all he felt was great loathing for the shovel's handler. Kurk was a lot like his father except Kurk did not have their father's insight into things.
Noah put the magazine down and stood up from the couch. Kurk had gone out to buy groceries since their mother had gone out of town. Suddenly a huge wave of curiosity swept over him as he stepped into the hallway. At the end of the hallway was Kurk's room...perhaps a peek.
Walking down the hallway, he began to feel rebellious as if sneking into Kurk's room was new to him. His brother sed to always get mad at him for doing such things but Noah now felt scarred and often had to force himself down to the end of the hall just to make it to his room. He felt like he was committing some sort of blasphemy.
He tried the door knob, it was locked. For a moment Noah felt like turning tail and going back down the hallway but his curiosity had flared again, Kurk didn't usually lock his door. Since Noah had had experience in sneeking into Kurk's room he had learned that if you slide a plastic card through the crease in the door then it would unlock. In two minutes Kurk had ran to the front door and dug through his bag which hang on a hook. When he had retrieved his student I.D. he raced back to Kurk door and slid the card down the crease, immediately hearing a satisfying click. Noah opened the door slowly into a dark room, ominously lit by the light that shifted through the curtains in his window. Noah walked all the way in and stood in the middle of the room. Everything seemed somewhat normal. Kurk's lap top sat on top of his desk, his bed was annoyingly well made and a magazine showing a Kira supporter on its front lay neatly atop his pillow. Noah sighed, he had expected seeing the place look a bit less...put together. To go any further would be foolish so slowly he began to back out of the room, memorizing the surroundings as he did so. Suddenly, something caught his eye. The picture frame above Kurk's bed looked crooked and a strip of velvet hung out form behind it, having been ripped somehow. Noah couldn't help it, before he knew what he was doing he had scrambled over to the bed and had begun taking the frame off the wall. It was heavier then it looked and when Noah got it free his arms couldn't hold it weight and it flopped on it front onto the bed. Noah swore knowing he would have to fix the wrinkles in the bed sheets then he saw it. The clean cut in the velvet back. Also a rip had formed from the cut causing the thin slice of material to fall through. Something within the frame bulged and Noah reached his hand into the back, his fingers sliding across a thin, flat object. he slid the object out and starred wide-eyed at a black note book. Death Note was written on its front in large letters. Now, Noah had always been an avid watcher of the ews and liked to keep up with everything. Already he knew every single detail of Kira's influence on the world. There was already several stations that had devoted themselves to worshipping Kira and talk shows were obsessed with the subject. So, when Noah opened the book and flipped through the pages, a deep sickening feeling crossed over him. he recognized every single name, every single criminal that had ever been killed by kira (in order) was in the book. Noah slammed the book shut and quickly placed it back into the frame. In no time he had fixed the frame back on the wall and had fixed the bed of its wrinkles and left the room, locking the door behind him. He was breathing rapidly, how could Kurk have kept up to such an extent? No...it was possible! Kurk was like his father after all. They both had that odd obsession with keeping up with Kira. But why would Kurk keep such information in such a sketchy notebook? And why would he hide it?
For half an hour this was all Noah could think about and he lay on the couch wide awake with his feet propped up on the automan, starring at the ceiling.
It was 1:30 when he heard the door open and Kurk enter the hallway. Kurk was growling something under his breath as he came through the door but quietened as he came inside. Noah gazed lazily at the living room archway as Kurk stood there starring back at him.
"What do you want for lunch?" he asked simply, attempting a smile.
"I dunno...what did you get?"
"Mac n' cheese...uh...lettu-"
Noah hadn't heard the rest of what Kurk was saying because he had witnessed something that made him stop breathing.
A monster.
A monster had just passed behind Kurk. he was large with black feathered wings and clown-like face. A demon perhaps?
"So what will it be?" finished Kurk.
Noah was silent, looking a something behind Kurk with odd spacey eyes.
"Oi! Snap out of it! Whaddaya want for lunch!"
Noah's whole body seemed to twitch, "Oh...uh m-mac and cheese, I guess..."
Kurk regarded his brother with thin eyes, "You're being weird again...stop sleeping in so late on weekends."
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Lynn collapsed onto the bed. Two weeks in Las Vegas. Two long weeks.
"Light, when are we leaving here?"
"Soon."
Light was sitting at his laptop. He had bought a laptop when he had won big at the casino.
"Do you cheat?"
"Hmm?"
"Y'know..." Lynn sat up and looked at the back of Light's head, attempting to stare it into oblivion, "At the casinos...do you use your powers to win?"
"Hmm? Oh...not really. I can tell by looking at people how much experience they've had at gambling and they are the ones that I challenge."
"So you do use your powers..."
"Is that cheating?" Light was speaking as if only half his mind was on the subject.
"Yes!"
"But if cheating comes naturally can it really be called cheating? Plus, if what you call cheating that which is keeping us alive can you still be bitter towards it?"
Lynn didn't have words to throw back. Light knew exactly the right method in which to leave a person with an odd feeling.
"What are you trying to do on that computer?" he asked after a while.
"Hack into the FBI's system."
"What?!" Lynn jumped off the bed, "Okay! I can't take it anymore! Start sharing! I need to know what's going on!"
"I don't have a fixed link to the Kira case like when I was alive so I'm trying to hack into their system so I have a clearer idea of what I have to work around. Unfortunately, they have some very new software which I'm not familiar with...Does this bother you?"
Lynn just stood. What was he going to do? He was here to watch Light, not to help. But he felt it. He felt the pull at his heat that whispered to him to step forward and become useful. Well that's at least what most of him was telling him to do but another smaller part told him to stop. To take a breath and to step back. If he did something it would possibly be bad for the SPK, after all he had been brought up there. He had been brought up with every one telling him that Kira was dangerous and that Kira would do anything to get back at the SPK if he got the chance.
"I-I know how to do it..." He said.
Light shifted his gaze towards him, "Do you now?" he said sounding genuinely interested. Lynn nodded quietly.
Light shrugged and turned his attention back to the computer screen.
"B-but don't you want me to show you!?"
Light was silent, "Don't you want me to hack into it for you!?"
"Lynn, I never asked you to do anything for me. I still remember our deal. You're here to observe me, right? I do not expect you to lend a helping hand."
He had said it. He had spoken it in hollowed emotion while starring at a computer screen which continued to tell him in big red letter 'Access Denied'. Light just sat there and Lynn just stood there neither of them speaking any more. Lynn was stiff and for a long time he stood hunched slightly forward and with his fists clenched. Suddenly, he released. His back straightened and his whole being relaxed.
"I'll do it. I'll do it because I want to."
Light twisted towards Lynn in his seat.
"Will you? That would make my life easier."
Although Light's eyes seemed not his own, they still held a deep and had a powerful look to them, a look that said 'I can read you'. A look that swallowed Lynn and made him feel safe yet exposed.
Lynn walked forward and as he did so Light stood up and offered him the seat. Lynn took it, lay his fingers on the keyboard and thought.
The first step was getting past the password. He tried typing in one. Access denied.
He sighed, "I knew it wouldn't be that easy. The mainframe creates a new password every 15 hours...the only way to get past it is an override."
"Can you do that?" Asked Light.
"No. I need some more software...I could probably get that but it will take a while...so just wait."
Lynn felt Light's warm hand touch his arm and he turned his head to look straight into Light's chocolate brown eyes. He had released his powers it seemed and was kneeling close to him and smiling.
"You're something, Lynn."
Lynn could only stare but his heart swelled and he felt himself relax, Light's smile was like a warm fire.
"Why did you change back?"
Light sighed, "Having a mortal body is exhausting...I feel refreshed in this form."
Lynn made a sound like he understood and turned his attention back to the computer.
"I'm going to have to over-ride the entire system on this computer then re-install a load of new software...There's also some hardware we're going to have to get...Light?"
"Hmm?"
Light had had gotten up and was was standing next to the window, pressing his fingertips to its cool surface.
"I'm going to do it...so don't go crazy or do something weird, okay?"
For a moment Light was silent as if he was contemplating it.
"Sure."
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He had thought about it for a long time. Ever since he had first come to the world of the shinigami and had met Bullet, Pantheon, Asura and then Kira. He had thought about it every day. What did they have in common? Why were they brought together? Was it fate or destiny? Did they even have a choice? After the entire thought process he could only come up with one answer. Each of them had lived in a world they were dissatisfied with and had tried their hardest to make it more beautiful. But what was beauty?
Wildenheim stretched his arm out in front if him and rotated it from side to side, making his silver scales catch the light and glisten. He had been horrified by his deformity when he first came here. It had been more severe then and Pantheon had taught him that he could control his body and lessen the concentration of scales. Wildenheim looked down at his clawed reptile feet. It was just another part of him now.
"Wildenheim."
Bullet glided down and landed next to Wildenheim. They were far away from where Pantheon was, standing within the rib cage of a giant pre-historic being having died long ago. It was a mystery on how such things landed in the shinigami realm but it was there nonetheless.
"What's the word, Wild?" Said Bullet casually sitting himself down a large rock that had been carved up by some bored shinigami in his or her spare time.
"I should be asking you that. Anyways...It won't be hard to get Lord...him since he's been pretty distracted as of late. But its risky since Asura been keeping closer to him then usual as well. I shouldn't have to tell you how scary she can get when she wants to be."
Bullet laughed, "It will be no problem."
"What do you mean no problem?" Wildenheim sounded slightly frantic, "Bullet. Listen. Although it is two against two, Pantheon and Asura are like one! They are not an easy target! We can't just be optimistic and think that everthing will work out on its own accord! Remember we are the traitors, we are the ones committing mutiny! Don't tell me it will be no problem!"
Bullet burst out laughing. It was a laughter that seemed to cause the temperature around them to drop yet sizzle with electricity.
Had he gone mad? Wildenheim wouldn't have been surprised if that was true. It would explain a lot. He took a step back.
Bullet clapped his hands together and Wildenheim felt a presence in the shadows of the skeleton, like a splinter at the back of his neck; he could feel them, he couldn't see them.
"Do you think I don't realize that!?" Said bullet through sobs of laughter, "All this time, I haven't just been observing y'know! I haven't just been dwelling on a fantasy that won't be coming true! I have been thinking, yes. I have been preparing more than you can imagine!"
As he finished his sentence, Wildenheim realized it. In the shadows, keeping out of sight until Bullet's command were...
"Shinigami!" Bullet cried, "Tell me, what do you think!?"
Bullet spun around, his eyes widening as he watched as tens of, then dozens of, then perhaps a hundred shinigami crept from the shadows. Their scythes glistened in the milky light and they seemed to laugh along with Bullet.
"Bullet...you..."
"Well? Why are you so surprised, Wild? After all, I do tend to socialize!"
Wildenheim saw it. He saw the spark in Bullet's eyes and the real smile he had been familiar to before Kira had come onto the scene. It was the Bullet who had kept him from going insane in his first weeks in this realm. He saw his friend.
"All right, Bullet. Let's get this over with."
Perhaps this is what was meant to be. Perhaps Pantheon had never been meant to succeed in his ideals. Perhaps this, this beginning was the first chapter in the book of their true destiny. Their fate.
Bullet stood up and placed a hand on Wildenheim's shoulder.
Now the only goal was to keep going.
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Night after night, moon after moon. For hours a day Lynn worked on the computer. Light could only watch and support him as well as run errands. This wasn't kindness in Light's case though. This was necessity. He had to access the Kira case files but only Lynn could do such a thing. If Lynn lost heart, he would never succeed. Accessing such files could help him find the recent Kira and contact him. This person seemed clueless as to what the Death Note could really do! Light had read and followed most of the deaths and the most talked about, relating to Kira had all been heart attack. The heart attack had seemed to be renamed 'Kira's dagger' ever since a reporter had been quoted on saying that when he had once had a heart attack he had been sure that such a thing was 'Kira's dagger' punishing him of his sins. The reporter then had to be investigated since many people seemed to take this as a confession of wrong doing. He had been innocent.
It was a friday night that Lynn finally announced he had done it.
"I've done it!"
Light couldn't have been at his side any quicker. The screen was a desktop filled with files and websites. In the upper right corner Access Granted flashed in bright green letters. Light shook Lynn's shoulder and ruffled his hair.
"Good job, Lynn" He said. That was all Lynn needed, he felt his heart swell but in his satisfaction he felt his exhaustion over-take him. He had been up this whole time asides from when he had closed his eyes to think. He hadn't gotten a wink of sleep in so long. Lynn yawned and his jaw looked like it could've detached itself. In one smooth movement, Light had picked him up and was carrying him in his arms towards the bed. He set the boy down on his back and already his eyes were glazed over and barely open.
"Don't kill me in my sleep you demon." whispered Lynn through his tiredness. Light smiled and laughed quietly.
"That's not going to happen, you little idiot."
As Lynn slept, Light worked. He was in, after such a long time and after all the technologies and devices he had to buy, he was finally in. Connected to his computer were two wires, a white one and a black on and each connected to a separate device both with an uncountable amount of wires which connected like a telephone line to each other. Their purpose, Light was mildly aware of but it had been Lynn who had told him they were necessary so that no trace of them digging around would be left behind and so that when the password changed, they too would be aware of it.
Light's mind buzzed with oncoming information as he memorized every detail of every page and file. He scanned through a set of photographs which showed a car accident in which a group of gang members had been killed. It seemed this person was targeting people who had once supported Kira then turned to crime themselves. Meaning this person had been a dedicated follower. Light clicked a separate folder that had escaped his eyes. It was called Location and Light smiled and his eyes scanned it. Obviously the FBI system was very limited to the information it was receiving. After all this time there would most definitely be more. This meant hat they must be working with an L descendant from the SPK. There would not be anything on that in these files. Most of these files just compared this case to the case against him. Apart from a few pictures and minor details there was not much. But obviously, the FBI had been limited for information of Kira's location because all the file said was St. John, NB. There was no other update on what measures were being taken to finding where in St. John Kira was living.
Light pressed a finger to his lip then took it away quickly, feeling awkward. L was doing more to him ten just changing the way he looked. He had to be careful. Whatever the case, they had to leave Los Vegas. They would have to move to St. John. Light reached into his pocket and took out his black, coiled Death Note pen. It was no problem getting there since he had the window of fantama but once he got there things would be somewhat more troublesome. He would be under the eye of the SPK and the FBI and he would have to make extra care to blend in...unless. Light remembered working on the Kira case as a cover up back when he was alive. It had been a good cover for a while but even as L he had been suspected by Near. That spotlight had really made him stand out. If only he could have that cover without such a bright spotlight. Just a little connection to the case would be...that was it.
Light grabbed his coat off the back of his chair and stood up. He had to make contact with the investigation team and the best way to do that was sending a message. Light walked into the washroom and looked at himself in the mirror, he did not look like himself. His hair had since become jet black all over but still held its original shape and his eyes were still a steely blue. His skin had become paler and he looked to have lost some weight. In fact the only thing that really looked like himself was his disciplined expression and the serious look in his eye. What was odd about his look was he no longer looked tired, the dark circles under his eyes had gone and he could stand up straight without feeling stiff. He might've been a healthier, more serious version of L apart from being taller. This was more of a advantage then he had originally thought.
Light. I'm not going to let you kill any one.
"You aren't are you, L?" replied Light flatly as he pulled on his jacket. "Tell me, are you going to try to kill me again?"
I don't know. L's tone was somewhat intrigued as he said this, Not yet I don't think. If I killed you now I'm pretty sure we'd just go back to the place we were before. I'll wait a while.
"That's good. I'll just have to put up with you until then."
I guess you will.
Light wasn't in the Hotel when Lynn woke up at noon the next morning. He woke up still feeling groggy and in need of more sleep but for now all he wanted to do was get a glass of water.
The strangest part of being dead to Lynn was not having to eat. He never felt hungry or thirsty even. Usually when he got a glass of water he just wanted to wash his mouth out. But not having to buy food gave them money to spare. Lynn peered towards the laptop and recalled the previous night. He walked over to it, slugging back the rest of his water and swindled the mouse so the computer came out of its black sleep. A file was still open that was named Location.
"Light must've found out where he is...St. John..."
It was odd to think of another Kira outside of Japan. Now there was one in Canada? It was surprising how such power got around so randomly.
Lynn shrugged, at least they were leaving Las Vegas now. But what would he do from now on? He had already helped Light hack into the FBI's high security unit which was going to be a great a advantage. The SPK investigation team would be...wait. His replacement! That guy...
He had known Frawn while he was at the SPK. Although Frawn was older then him Lynn was next in line to replace L. Frawn was after him which meant he was probably leading the investigation now. Damn...Lynn had always thought of Frawn as a disturbing person, always changing persona and never acting the same for any period of time. It was like his emotions were constantly changing about something except for his emotions towards Kira. Frawn would always be the person sneering whenever Kira's name came up and he would always be the one mumbling about how if ever he had to take down Kira he would throw away everything else just to do it. Just to end it.
Frawn was considered an SPK extended. These were members who had come to the SPK from away. Lynn knew nothing more about him. He didn't even know his real name, just his face. Just those odd eyes that peered at every one as if he was reading their personality. Lynn had made doubly sure never to stay in the same room with him.
Being dead suddenly felt real again. He was dead but alive...what was he?
Lynn walked into the washroom and splashed his face. His reflection was exactly the same as it had always been. The same brown hair, the same brown eyes, the same skin. He did not look like a shinigami, he did not even look dead! As far as he knew, it had been Pantheon to drag him into the shinigami realm and hand him over to Light. What had he become in those moments? A ghost? He wasn't mortal and he wasn't a demon. He would have to ask Light about it. Would he ever grow? Could he become an adult? Light didn't seem to age...would he remain a child forever?! He had thought about this before and it hadn't seemed to bother him this much then. He was what he was. But he didn't have an identity anymore and this conflicted him.
But he had tasted death. He had been shot and he remembered how numb and cold he had felt. He saw that bright light but all he could think was I'm not going to heaven. This light is just my brain dying. Its really bright... That's all he had thought before the light had gone out and he was plummeting through darkness, his mind not caring where or who he was.
In that state, everything was fleeting. His thoughts, his emotions. He used to believe that when you died that was it. Obviously he was wrong.
Lynn heard the door open and close and he rushed out of the washroom, water dripping from his hair to find Light holding a plastic bag filled with what appeared to be DVD cases and two large metal suitcases.
"Were leaving today but first I want to make a movie." Light walked over to the computer and started unplugging all the wires, "I'm glad you're up, lend me a hand."
Lynn remained silent and helped Light pack the two large computer appliances into the suitcases.
"Listen Lynn, I'm sure you're keen to how I first communicated with L."
It was the first time Light had mentioned L in a long time and it left Lynn with an odd feeling in the pitt of his stomach.
"Uh...yeah...you used video tapes and TV hosts like that Tamaka woman."
Light flinched, "Yeah...anyways, you should also know that for a while I was L."
"Yeah...I'm not sure how I feel about that."
"That's fine you can feel however you want to feel but at the time it was my best option. Anyways I'm going to do something similar. I plan to become a link."
"A...link? You mean you're going to connect yourself to the investigation team?"
Light nodded, "Exactly. We need to know what they're up to if I am going to succeed in what I came here to do."
"And that is...?"
"Finishing what I started. I thought you would've figured that out."
Light seemed to hiss suddenly and rub his shackled wrist. "Damn that surprised me..."
"It hurts?"
"No...Its just an unwanted feeling...I don't really feel pain...just its presence."
"That doesn't make sense..." Said Lynn flatly.
"I know...now shut up and get me a DVD."
Lynn rolled his eyes and dug through the plastic bag, retrieving a DVD from its case.
"Do what you want, I'm going to get some more sleep before we leave...How are we even getting there?"
Light had put on a pair of headphones and did not reply. Lynn sighed.
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One day later
4:13 p.m, Sunday
Frawn sat alone in front of a computer. He was leaving for Moncton in the morning. Moncton was not far away from St. John and it had been Roger who had ordered that he be sent there rather then to St. John itself. He would have left earlier except there were complications to which Frawn took no interest. All he cared about was getting there.
The files officer Cox had collected regarding Kira supporters in St. John were of a smaller number then one might think. Many of them had died. Suicide rates had gone up by a frightening amount after Kira's fall. Many had left behind their families. Lynn scanned a list of names. Eleanor Mobb: Married to Leonard Mobb. Mother of three children ages 5, 2 and 6 months by 2003. Self-inflicted death at 35.
There were a lot like this.
Frawn sighd, this case wasn't interesting at all. It was boring. Exactly the opposite of what Frawn wanted. Kira was not making any new patterns and apparently had no connection to police information because he was only killing those whose names and faces were being showed over the media. Although they hadn't gotten much farther in their search, Frawn was not in much of a hurry. He knew they would get nowhere unless Kira made a new move. Made a new pattern. They had to find his location in St. John, which is why he was being flown to Moncton. As well he had been notified that the investigators in Tokyo had made requests that they join him. They seemed to be quite eager and Frawn saw himself in no position in which he could tell them not to come. It was highly unlikely that this person was going to run away to Japan any time soon.
"Frawn!"
It was Kaia who had called out, the rest of the team behind her as she burst through the door. She waved a something square above her head.
"We just received this from the FBi! Its a message!"
Frawn straightened, "A message?"
The square object was a CD case holding a DVD. Kaia slid it into the computer disc drive.
"When did the FBO receive it?" Asked Frawn with little interest evident in his voice. He had decoded that such an event should have been predicted. After all, video messages were common during the case against Yagami Light.
For a moment the screen showed white then a straight red line appeared across the middle of the screen.
Hello.
The red line jumped as a disguised, robotic voice resonated from the speakers.
I'm sure that this may come as a surprise...and then maybe not. I have composed this message for the Kira investigation team.
"As I thought." Said Frawn.
Charlie Vann brushed his fingers through his hair, "At first we though this was a hoax...but then..."
I'm also sure that many of you right now think this is a hoax. But I assure you...it is not. In case you are wondering, I am not Kira. I will ask you to call me, for now, Yuki. I am a solo investigator in the Kira case. I have been gathering my own information and have accessed some details that may be of interest to you.
Do not mistake this message as a request to join your team. I wish to have contact with you in case any information I gather may be of more use.
As proof this is not a hoax I will say this much.
Hello, Frawn.
Frawn's eyes went wide and for a moment he couldn't breathe. No one should know he was on this case apart from headquarters and the FBI.
If you wish to contact me you can meet me in St. John in the Cafe JavaCava at 7 p.m on Friday. I hope to meet your acquaintance. I will pass on whatever information I have then.
End of message.
It wasn't fear that had encompassed Frawn. Well..it had been the it had turned to anxiety, then curiosity, then fury, then excitement. He was excited. Finally things were getting interesting! Was this person Kira? He had said he wasn't but a person is only guilty until proven innocent. That's how he thought at least.
Kit put a hand on Frawn's shoulder, "Well...this is certainly a high-tension situation...what are we going to do?"
"This person..." Said Daniel Cox, "he even knew that Kira was in St. John! How?"
"Kaia." Said Frawn with serious calmness.
"Y-yes?"
"Check the security system on the FBI computer information files and see if it has been breached. If the most careful breach could leave some fingerprints. Also check if my name has been filed as well into the system. This person has access to SPK information and I want to know how!"
Frawn was now almost yelling with concealed anticipation. He would love to take up on this person's meeting request but the situation was too risky. Although if this person was Kira then he or she probably wouldn't kill right off the bat for sake of not being caught. Still he should instead send someone else.
"I think we should meet him." Said Kit, his eyes blazing with that mischievous look again, "I doubt Kira would make such a blunt request."
"Why not?" Said Frawn, "The original did something similar!" He shrugged and sat back in his seat.
Satori and Giovanni had remained silent but both were thinking the same thing. Very few people knew how to hack today's FBI system. I was so loaded with new software and technology that no ordinary hacker could have done it. It would've had to be someone amazing and well-educated in the high-technology department. Even the, it might've taken them weeks!
"Sato, Gio...I want you two to meet with Yuki."
Both men nodded. Frawn's eyes looked at them seriously. He could tell the were nervous. It was in their nature, but not his. He never got nervous. It was one emotion that had never come to him. The only emotion that had never come to him.
"Do your best..." He said then turned back around in his chair to stare into the computer screen again, "I'm going o analyze this some more so you can all leave. Continue investigation as always."
Every one nodded solemnly and turned to walk out of the room.
"Remember Frawn, you're flight is still scheduled for 5 a.m." Said Daniel, "Try to get some sleep."
He waited for a reply but none came. Frawn was already by the disguised voice once again. Daniel sighed and walked out of the room rubbing his eyes.
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Wednesday, 7 a.m
St. John NB
Hotel Florizel Rm 319
"They should have gotten it by now." Said Lynn looking up at the ceiling as he lay on the comfortable hotel room couch. The trip of Las Vegas had been short, but mind-boggling. He closed his eyes and went over the scene in his mind.
Light stood up. He held a black, coiled pen in his hand.
"What's that?" Said Lynn.
"The pen that came with my Death Note and our ticket out of here, now sh-sh. I've never done this before."
The tip of the pen stroked the air as he whipped his arm across across in a diagonal. At first nothing happened then something black seeped from the air itself, something like ink. The blackness spread until a perfect diamond shape had occured. It was et black but a red glow seemed to escape from the sides. Light poked the back surface with his index finger which caused a ripple effect as if he had just touched water.
Light made a satisfied sigh and turned to Lynn. Lynn knew he shouldn't be surprised or scared but he had lived most of his life as a doubting mortal, oblivious to the supernatural. Such things were foreign to him.
Light was as his true form with his large beautiful wings spread almost taking up the whole of the room, "Lynn, come hold onto me...also grab that case."
Holding onto LIght with his arm wrapped firmly around the demon's waist was not as uncomfortable as Lynn thought it would be. Light looked into the black vortex and smiled coldly.
"Okay...here we go."
Lynn shook his head and continued to closely observe the ceiling. Going through the vortex had been possibly the most unpleasant thing he had ever experienced. Though it was a feeling one couldn't really explain asides from the sensation of having ones brain melt and crawl slowly down the nasal passage.
Although Light still held a composed state Lynn had seen him scowl when they came out two hundred meters above the city. Light seemed to have expected coming out of the portal at a high altitude because he hadn't even flinched when they started falling. Lynn had had his face buried in the demon's shirt until Light had fully extended his wings and was hanging vertically on a breeze of air. Although doing this and carrying two large metal suitcases seemed to be challenging at the time.
Now though, Light was sitting at the edge of the bed next to Lynn in his mortal, raven-haired state and flipping through a black book that lay on his lap.
"That's the Death Note, isn't it?" Said Lynn with interest as he sat up and looked over Light's shoulder. Light made a sound of confirmation and turned another thin page over.
"Why is it almost all the pages are blank?"
Light skipped back to the first page which seemed to be the only one having been written on.
"I'm not sure you'd understand."
"Try me."
Light smiled maliciously, "You're the nosy type aren't you?"
Lynn grimaced back at him, "I've been raised to be nosy."
"Hmm, I guess you have. Well...I guess I'll tell you."
Light put the book on the pillow behind him and stood up to walk over the window. the room felt fresh due to the pure yellow light that seeped through the white curtains and danced on the cream walls.
"When I was alive," Light began, "I used to believe I was the only one who could do anything about the state of the world. And in truth, I was." Light was rubbing his wrists as if something was making them hurt. "But that truth that I went by was idiotic and foolish. Believing yourself to be a God is dangerous and foolhardy. Remember this, Reality is not truth, truth is not necessarily correct. The reality is no one should have the right to decide who deserves or does not deserve to die but then again, reality can be compromised."
"Huh?" Exclaimed Lynn lamely, "That make no sense!"
"That's true...but look at it this way, when you were alive your reality was the building you lived in, the body you owned, the trees and sky and earth you saw. You never believed in demons and other world until they were put bluntly in front of you. Hence, your reality that you were used to was compromised."
"So your Death Note is practically empty because..."
"Are you so eager for me to write in it?"
This took Lynn aback, "N-No! What are you talking about! I...I'm just nosy!"
Light through his head back and laughed, "It's okay, I know...I guess when I died I felt I was no longer part of a world that had to be fixed so therefore I did not have to bear the responsibility of fixing it anymore. After all, I had failed. Because I failed many lives ended."
"You mean the suicides?"
Light nodded, "Now I have been given a second chance. I'm not sure why I took that chance because it may just cause more damage...but for some reason my selfishness took over and I came."
"Seflishness?" Said Lynn and cocked his head to one side.
Light turned his head and looked at Lynn with a weird expression in his eyes.
"Selfishness is what brought me to you, Lynn-kun."
Okay sorry everyone about the long wait for this!
I hope you liked it! Ill thry to get the next chapter out sooner!
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