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26th August

"The last time I even spoke to Light was the day before his 16th birthday, all I know is that he now runs with the villains and lives in the Villain sector of the city. I don't even know the location of his place, it's never been found, do you have any idea?" The small thread of hope could be heard in chief Yagami's voice as he addressed L. The task force had taken two separate black SUV's for the job and chief Yagami's car was in the lead. L sat beside him in the passenger seat, Matsuda and Mogi sat behind in silence whilst Aizawa and Watari followed behind in the second vehicle.

"I don't know for sure his places of residence; I do believe he would have access to multiple, but I do know that he's been spotted frequenting one of the nightclubs in the area." L replied in a monotone voice, the spark of anticipation in his eyes the only giveaway to his excitement. "It's one of the reasons I insisted on a clothing change, we don't want to stick out in a club, much less in a sector run by villains."

The team had indeed taken the time to change from their uniforms into something more casual. Gone were the suits and ties replaced by jeans, dress pants and shirts. The fact that they were all Powers would at least guarantee them safety from being caught out as intruders; no Norms ventured into this sector.

Chief Yagami pulled the SUV to a curbside stop a block away from the location of the club, Aizawa pulling in close behind. They all exited the vehicles and began the short trek to the nightclubs location, a heavy mixture of varying emotions blanketing them.

'I wonder how he's doing.' The chief couldn't help but think to himself as the group neared a street where the pavement was already crowded by a gathering line of patrons. "What's the plan?" He asked, slowing his steps so the group could discuss their plans.

"We should all go in, separate into smaller groups to keep eyes on him should he be there. We don't want to draw attention to ourselves so if you can find ways to blend in do so, but if you must drink, don't become intoxicated." L instructed as they finally reached the end of the busy, fast moving line.

It only took minutes for them to pay and enter before separating into smaller groups of two. L went with Watari to the upstairs section of the club, Aizawa went with Mogi to the seating area on the edge of the dance floor and chief Yagami joined Matsuda on a space of the dance floor that offered a clear view of the doors and bar. The loud music made communication difficult, but Matsuda managed to get the chiefs attention by waving his hands around and pointing vigorously towards the door; the chief's attention having been the dance floor at that point.

Light was wearing dark, trendy clothing. Tight black skinny jeans, leather combat boots, a red skintight shirt, black leather jacket and a pair of fingerless gloves covered has hands. His honey blonde hair fell into amber eyes; upon seeing the colour the chief's heart lifted in hope, the young adult made his way straight to the bar where the bartender turned his attention to him.

Chief Yagami's eyes remained locked onto his son, tuning everything else out around him as he drank in the image of his wayward child. It was because of this that when Light had absently scanned the people in the room, his eyes had alighted upon his father and held fast. A flurry of emotions crossed his sons face, his eyes reflecting those shown, it seemed like hours had passed when it was really just seconds. Lights mouth had opened slightly as though inhaling a shocked breath, only the raised shout of warning that caught the attention of all those gathered, told the chief that he was wrong.

"Police!" The shout was pitched high enough to be heard over the music, music which cut off with a loud screech as people in the room either turned towards the newcomers; easily picked out by club frequents, or began to run for the doors; the action Light chose to take. Chief Yagami ached to go after his son, but the encroaching press of villains prevented him from pursuing that action, he was soon joined by his fellow task force hero's and, surprisingly enough, Watari by himself. Thoughts of his son were put aside in favor of the immediate threat.

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Light remained hidden between the stream of fast moving fleeing villains, hoping that Ryuk and Rem would keep his trail from being found by his father and the other members of the task force. Ryuk and Rem ran the night club, each offering anonymity of their patrons should something happen that involved people to run. Both were Level 4 warpers, they had the ability to warp the reality of those pursuing someone, it was a handy distraction to have when people needed to reach their bolt holes or cars.

Light broke away from the thinning runners, his feet taking him in the direction of his building, a smaller number of people running with him towards their own places, the numbers dropping off as people ran into various buildings. Light didn't know why his father and the hero task force had turned up, all he knew was that he didn't want anything to do with them.

Keeping his pace at a steady run, breathing in a calming motion in an attempt to keep his emotions from over spilling and turning his eyes crimson, Light turned up an empty street and began to slow to a jog. Many of the villains had dropped off at this point, only one or two ahead of him and one behind. He slowed to a brisk walk and stuffed his shaking hands into his jacket pockets as he let out a deep sigh.

Despite being on different sides of the law due to his criminal activities, and simply by existing due to being a shinigami, Light didn't want to hurt his father or fellow hero's. He'd once wanted to be one of them before his 16th birthday changed everything. The two runners in front of him had vanished, no doubt already back in their homes, leaving Light and the person behind him alone on the dark, streetlight lit street.

Turning to look over his shoulder Light spun around so he could face the slightly older man behind him whilst walking backwards. Windswept black hair, pale skin, dark grey eyes, tall and well built, white sweater, whitewash jeans and ratty tennis shoes. Light had never seen the man before in his life, and since he made it his business to know those he lived and worked with, he knew that one of the hero's had managed to deflect Rem and Ryuk's powers.

He stopped walking, facing the man squarely in the face so that the unknown man's name and lifespan became visible to him. 'Hmm, L Lawliet. What a unique name.' One thing Light knew for certain was that L wasn't some average Power, he could sense that the man was likely a high ranged Level 4, a low range Level 5 at the most.

"Haven't see you around before, just passing through?" Light asked with a playful smirk when L came to a stop a few steps away. "Shame about the cop bust, it's not often they come this far into Villain territory." He shifted his weight to his left foot, able to strike out should L try to attack him in hand-to-hand combat. "One could say that they were there looking for someone specific." L remained silent, refusing to rise to the bait, and Light couldn't help but sigh as the weight of a long tiresome week seemed to hit him all at once, when the adrenaline of seeing his father and running wore off. "Let's cut the crap, I've had a long week and this really isn't helping. What do you want?" He finally asked directly, the tone of his voice revealing weariness. He needed to keep his wits with him though, one slip-up and his eyes would be showing red faster then he could blink.

L finally seemed to come into motion, his grey eyes never having left Light since the confrontation, unknown emotions swirling in the dark depths. "You deduced who I was fairly quickly, what gave me away?" The slightly older man asked.

"I know everyone in this sector, it isn't likely that someone new moved in at a time the hero's were planning on dropping by, going to the same club they would turn up at, on the same night they took action. Things like that don't just happen. What do you want, hero?" Light asked again, his tone dripping in derision.

L's thumb came to rest on his bottom lip before he answered. "We're here due to the shinigami killings that have been happening. You fall into the suspect category." L's tone was bland and matter-of-fact, but Light could hear the underlining interest.

'Shinigami killings? What could he possibly mean by that? How did they come to suspect me?' Light's thoughts were a swirling mass inside him, his breathing turning shaky as panic began to set in. 'Stop it, you're panicking over nothing, there's nothing to prove that you're a shinigami unless your eyes turn red which is what will happen if you don't calm down.' Light took a deep breath, letting it out slowly before looking up at L once again.

"There's only one problem with your theory." Light stated, knowing full well that countless other things could give him away should they be turned up.

"You're eyes aren't red." L said, his train of thought clearly on the same tracks as Light's.

"Exactly. Now if you don't mind," Light didn't wait for a response, turning on his heel and taking off at a sprint in a direction opposite from his main house of residence. He kept his ears open for sounds of perusal, none of which came.

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Bianca Wellis had worked for years to be able to go on this once-in-a-lifetime trip to Japan, her decision to spend her gap year in the country in the works for months. Now she was finally here and she'd missed her bus back to the hotel, the last bus of the night. She unfortunately didn't have enough for a taxi; not that she could communicate well enough to even get one, and had no idea as to how to get to where she needed to go.

"Are you okay?" A concerned voice asked. She turned to face the speaker, happy that she would be able to communicate with someone, when she felt pain tear through her chest. Raising her hand to her chest, she pulled it away shining dully in crimson liquid, before falling silently to her knees. Her surroundings rapidly turning black before her head hit the ground.