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26th August

"Masako Fujioka, 24 years, female. Cause of death, blood loss. Estimated time of death, between 8pm and 9pm. The wounds are indicative of torture and it was done pre-mortem. She was found in a park by a group of collage students." The photo of the second victim was pinned to the white board next to the first victim, Izumi Hara. Chief Yagami turned to look at his team, "Despite the change in the killer's technique, it's still the same perpetrator. Both bodies were found a kilometer apart from one another, neither had anything to do with the other making the killers targets completely random at the moment." Knocking on the outside drew the attention of the team to the door, and a slight frown to the chief's face. "Come in," He called out to whomever was on the other side of the door.

It opened to reveal an elder man and a younger man stood behind him holding a laptop case to his chest. Both men walked into the room and the younger closed the door behind them with a decisive 'click'.

"Forgive the intrusion gentlemen, I'm Watari and this is Ryuzaki," the elder said with a small gesture to the other man, "and we're here on behalf of L."

"That's a lie, who are you both really?" Chief Yagami said, looking the men straight in the face, as his powers chimed within him. "Whilst it's true that you're here on behalf of L, you aren't who you both claim to be." By this time Mogi and Aizawa had stiffened in preparation of a potential conflict.

"You are Chief Yagami, correct?" The younger, dark haired pale skinned man asked. "Rest assured we are not here to sabotage this case, indeed, we are here to help you capture the criminal and bring them to justice. Though we have given you false names, we mean no disrespect, L is a very important person and that comes with a threat of constant danger. That being said, I am L, and I wish for my identity to not leave this room. I will not divulge Watari's true name, for that is not mine to give. Now, we have a shinigami Power to catch, do you have any leads as such?"

Chief Yagami remained silent for a moment, processing what the man, L, had said and found it to ring true. With a decisive nod, he gestures to the conference table where there were still plenty of empty chairs. "Welcome to the team, I'll be happy to follow your lead in this." He sat and waited until Watari and L; who sat with his knees to his chest, had sat down.

"Since I discovered this case I've been looking for possible suspects. We can safely rule out all Norms and even those who have work commitments or school, as it stands, the perpetrator is intelligent, they'd have to be for being able to hide for so long, so I'd place them at 20 to 30 years of age. The way these kills were carried out shows the criminal has done this before and has spent a large amount of time mastering their abilities. Look for anyone who dropped of the grid on, or around their 16th birthday and appeared back on the radar around their 17th." L paused to look at the gathered hero's who had shared equal looks of knowing tinged with suspicion and pity.

Chief Yagami's face had fallen into shadow as he looked down at his tightly clasped hands, the weight of his team heavy upon him. He'd dreaded this day from the moment his son appeared in the police database for drug trafficking at just 17. After Light had turned 16, he'd runaway from home leaving no evidence of where he'd gone, after almost a year of worry Light had turned up in the database a criminal, and there hadn't been any contact between Light and his family since the teen had run. Chief Yagami knew that his son had become a Power and it was further confirmed when he began to run in villain circles. It broke his heart to know that his bright, intelligent boy who had plans on becoming a police officer, had changed so much. It hurt even more knowing that Light fit the profile.

As though L had read his mind, the other Power spoke up. "Chief, I'd like to have a word with your son."

/:/:/

Light was angry, no, furious! He'd spent days perfecting his plan on smuggling in kilograms of pure meth into the country and some upstart Level 1 Power went and screwed the deal on him. He was lucky the Level 1 had been taken care of before he could talk, but now Light was out billions of yen and down a worker. Amber hued irises swirled and shifted into brilliant, condemning red, before settling down into restless amber once again as Light got his emotions under control.

"Bloody hell," the young man hissed as he ran tanned fingers through honey-blonde locks. It wasn't as though he needed the money, no, his penthouse looked over the rest of the sprawling city, lit up by the sun and crowded due to overpopulation. His home was filled with stolen works of art and various other expensive pieces he happened across; even if he 'happened' across them in museum thefts.

Light was a very popular guy, he was one of the best go-to guys when items needed moving and even worked as a forger for those in need of new identities and a hacker for those in need of one. Sometimes he even went on jobs with some of the more brash villains, but he always came through and never sided with one team, therefore he was enabled a safety net of sorts, he was neutral and friendly with all and they all helped him out when he was in need. It was ironic that the safest part of the city was the area filled with villains, but villains never stole from one another and it was upheld like an honor code.

Heaving a deep sigh and turning away from his city view, Light headed over to his computer and checked his emails, hoping that someone had gotten something right that night. He saw the confirmation emails of his other jobs; meth wasn't the only narcotic he was having smuggled in, and above those was an email from an unknown sender.

He was greeted with a multitude of personal information, pictures and a hefty sum of money from someone wanting his alias Kira to 'take care of' the person whose photo he was looking at. Due to the fact that Light was essentially a God when it came to killing, due to him being a high level Level 5 shinigami Power, he also took assassin jobs. Though he only ever took those if the client was willing to pay big sums of money and only ever criminals, he never targeted people only because they were hated by his client, he made a name for himself as Kira and people respected his rules.

This particular job was to kill a man responsible for the deaths of a small family and he had been let free due to inclusive evidence. The information his potential client provided however, proved that the man did murder the family. Light, however, was unwilling to take his would-be client at his word, hacking swiftly into the police database and locating the file of the crime in question, Light read through every document provided before he made his decision. It was just as the sun was setting when he messaged back the unknown sender with details on where to send the money and at what time the man was due to die. The money of course would be bounced around all over the world in an attempt to throw off anyone looking, before settling down in an offshore account where, if the need should arise, Light could flee to without threat of extradition.

Minutes later a confirmation email arrived informing Light of the large payment and he smirked as he returned to the photo of the killer and ended his life without a shred of guilt. Life as a Level 5 shinigami Power was difficult, many who showed traits of the Power were killed by the government and kept hush-hush from the general public. Light had been born a son to a police Chief who also happened to be a Level 4 truth-seeker Power, not something he needed in his life when his eyes shone crimson on his 16th birthday. He already knew at that stage all about what happened to people who had his abilities, so without a second thought about his family; mother, father and younger sister, Light took off on his own and joined the villains. He was now 21 and had quite the resume for a villain, theft, cyber-terrorism, selling of illegal narcotics and weaponry, B&E, and was even believed to be an accomplice of many of the villain gangs that ran the city; but that and the murders were never proven.

The longer he remained alive and free, the more he could learn his abilities. When he first became a Power, he couldn't leave his room for months, the red eyes were the least of his problems at that stage. Coming in contact with any living thing, be it ant, apple or person would die upon contact. He had taken to wearing layers of clothing and gloves to prevent any accidents from occurring until he mastered his powers, now he only ever needed to wear gloves and long sleeved shirts, jackets and long pants when he was too tired to focus on his control. When he gained the ability to be able to leave his house, he noticed that he was able to kill with a thought as long as he had the face of the person he wanted to kill, so he began avoiding looking at people's faces until it became second nature for him to do so. His eyes were the last to master, changing them from red back to his original amber had taken him the better half of a year, all of that spent wearing sunglasses everywhere no matter where he was at the time, until he was able to shift them back into his original colour. His eyes where the only things that would give him away as whenever he experienced a spike in emotion his eyes would shift back to red, he practically lived his life in sunglasses these days, but as he was lucky enough to even complain about the fact that he had to meant more then the inconvenience itself.

He looked back at the photo to ensure the man was dead, not that he doubted it, and erased all evidence that there was ever an email to begin with. Powering down his computer and stretching, Light looked at the time and began to debate whether or not he was going to go out that night or stay home.