Sun. The sun's warm rays were the first sensation he could recognize. The waves of warmth and comfort upon his skin, which for a moment he thought felt different on him, were soothing and he ached for the comfort it gave. He began to flex his arms, his muscles tight as if he never moved before, but his arms were stretched as far as they could go up and the Sun was just so far.

His legs gave no support; they felt like they were being weighed down, rooted to the earth. He almost cried out, as he stretched as far as he could and his muscles gave him painful pleas to stop.

Only so much more, he told himself, the sun, its comfort can't be so far away…

"Yagami Raito, stop your foolishness," a woman's stern voiced broke his concentration. "You remember who you are, do you not?"

Yagami Raito…my…name, he stumbled through his memory. Yes my name is Yagami Raito, I am the son of Yagami Soichiro and Sachiko and I use to be…

"A killer Yagami-kun, although glorified through your times media, is judged no different than any other man. This is your punishment, your way to freedom," Raito felt a weight being put on to his side. The woman he guessed had leaned on him but even with this extra weight he neither tipped nor fell over.

"Humans take much for granted. For example the gift of sight and sound are two of the biggest. To be able see a budding flower, its pure light color decorating its petals as the veins that keep it alive course through it. The ability to tell a person that they are loved or to defend what rightful true and just….by just a simple movement of the body. These are always looked over until their gone. Unfortunately, you have abused your sight and sound Yagami Raito and that is what has been taken."

My sight!? He quickly tried to open his eyes, the eyes that he was born with, but it felt as if they were sowed downed, forever closed. The darkness behind his eyelids calmed him no more.

My voice too!? No air exited his throat, no vibrations ran across his sound box and his tongue moved uselessly around his mouth. He silently screamed in panic and anguish in his private prison.

"Your sight gave you the power to judge others by their appearance and your voice granted you the rights to control people with it. You have neglected the gifts you have been given and so you will remain here until you are truly forgiven. You don't know what you are or where but you will here the grief, pains, joys and pleas of others."

"Goodbye, Yagami Raito. Let us meet on better terms I dearly hope," he never felt the soft touch of her hands upon his skin before she was gone and he was left alone. Alone to silently scream in unheard sorrow and pain.

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Watari was getting stricter in his old age. This was the conclusion L had come to early this morning. As he studied the new criminal files he had been sent, eating more strawberries but with melted chocolate to get a different taste, Watari had annoyingly called him ten times to come out of the room. His excuse was that L was not enjoying the things around him. And although L had named of fifty of the things he was enjoying that were around him, strawberries, chocolate, computers, detective work, air conditioning, and of course silence, Watari would have none of it and dragged him out.

Sadly the only way he got L out of the room was the promise of cake and that was a lie. The only cake in there was the chocolate he mostly ate yesterday, and Watari had locked his room before he could get back in there. So now he had nothing to do when he could be doing so much. And that bothered him since everything he could be doing was in that room.

Looking out the window he perched by in a red Victorian chair, he watched stillness that was happening outside. Sure the wind was pushing the trees to and fro and maybe the clouds covered the sun every now and then to make the sun's rays change positions constantly but nothing was happening. Nothing to work the mind or boggle the senses.

A small creature leaped onto the chair's armrest, pressing itself onto his forearm with purrs of satisfaction.

"I do not believe Watari is right in his observation today," he told the black cat that made its way to the other armrest to watch the outside with him, "Or is he just becoming senile in his old age."

The cat did not answer his question, just stared out the window as Watari himself came into view, holding a small sapling to be buried soon in the dirt.

"Although I really don't need the extra time to solve this case," It was an easy case and he was just about to finish when Watari showed up, "But there are many more to follow and I wish to be ready when one more interesting pops up."

One like the Kira cas- He squashed down that thought before it led to other more emotionally challenged ones. Feeling the disturbance of being stared at, he looked down at the only other living thing in the room.

"Why do you stare, Ichigo?" he asked "It is impolite to do so."

The only answer he got, if he was looking for one, was a blink of her two gold eyes.