Author Here: So I did this chapter yesterday but decided not to submit it till today just cause...I'm cool that way. It's weird now because the characters that I totally despised in the past are now my favorite characters...:S I used to hate Near and Mello in the past but now I love them!! And Matsuda is a BITCH for killing Light in the end because Light is what makes the whole show continue. But now I went back to loving him :)!!
Woke up on the Wrong Side
"Open up already guys. It's cold out here." Misa pounded on the glass doors waiting for them to automatically slide open. She guessed no one saw her on the security cameras yet seeing that she was there for half a minute and she didn't bother pressing the caller button on the side that would make contact with them so that they knew when to open the doors. She was too self-absorbed to ask someone's permission. "It's cold out here!"
"Boy, I'll say" Ryuk agreed, eating the little bit of apple left. "Why don't you have hot chocolate or whatever they call it when you get inside."
Misa gave up on banging on the door, "Because hot chocolate is fattening. I can't afford to loose my model career…But now that you say it, it's very tempting to have a drink of some sort because that apple you gave me from your world was nasty." She made a scrunched up face.
Ryuk chuckled and Misa was back to banging on the door. "Hey," She said peering through. "I see someone coming." Like she said, a dark figure was coming towards them. To Misa's surprise, the doors slid open, causing her to stumble forward, before the figure came all the way up to them.
"Took you long enough." Light said glaring at her.
Misa looked up at Light then blushed. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I have a piece of the notebook you told me to-
"Shhh." Light holding up his finger to his mouth in a discrete sort of way. His face was facing away from the security camera and he began to speak very quietly. "What took you so long?" To make their appearance less suspicious he held her in his arms and it seemed she blushed even more deeply.
"Ryuk wanted an apple so I bought him an apple." Misa exclaimed, she then realised that Light could not see Ryuk so she pulled out a piece of lined paper from her pocket and touched it to Light's skin. He contiguously saw Ryuk and regained most of his old memories.
"Long time no see, old friend." He smiled his generally depraved smirk, then he beckoned them to come to the next hall where there were no security cameras. "I have a question to ask you Ryuk." Misa and Ryuk followed, only Misa was tampering with Light's hand now.
"The Death Note. Remember when I tried it on all those criminals a long time ago and tried to make them do what seemed the impossible? For instance, I tried making one escape to France before his death or somewhere of the sort, then I tried to make one draw L's face, which didn't quite work."
Ryuk laughed. "Heh Heh, You make things a lot more interesting when you write names like that. Yes I remember."
"Well that was just a test, to see what the death note is capable of. But can you write someone's cause of death like this? Someone else kills the victim. Can I control someone else to kill the person I want to die?"
Ryuk looked blank. "Huh? You've never really tried that before. The times where you wrote a brief summary of how you would like them to die were never specific."
"Exactly." Light pointed out. "For instance, the time when I had that guy hijack the bus, I just wrote. ' he gets hit by a car' and he got hit by a car, but I didn't state who's car it was or who was driving the car."
"Yah. So what's your point?" Ryuk asked tilting his head.
Light's lips curved. "I'm going to experiment once again, but only when the right time comes. I believe Aizawa's wife is a little…distant from him now."
"Huh?" Misa asked as if she just woken up after playing with Light's hands so much. "What does Aizawa have to do with this?"
Light looked down at Misa and smiled, which was supposed to give her a connotation of comfort. He didn't really know whether he looked too evil there for a moment though. "He's an obstacle in our way honey. I don't want to kill him…yet, but just distract him a bit before we can go on the right track again."
Misa was silent for a moment. "What's he doing that makes him in our way?"
"He's contemplating on getting the shinigami eyes and you know what'll happen if he sees the two of us."
Ryuk chortled once again.
Misa put on a happy expression. "Light! I can see L's name. Let me see him so I can see his real name!"
Light turned pale. And a knot twisted up in his stomach for what seemed like ages. He had been overconfident about everything that now he never passed with that feeling. Adrenaline never pumped through his blood because he knew that no one except Ryuzaki could outdo his brilliance. It had just occurred to him, that even though L was his greatest adversity, Light felt he wanted to feel that feeling again. He wanted to feel like someone was chasing him with a gun because it was the only thing that made him feel like he was still human. And L was the only thing giving that feeling to him. But it wasn't just that…L had become his greatest friend.
"No." He shouted at her. "Don't write his name down. I forbid you to."
Misa was dumbfounded. She looked up at Light who seemed remarkably dangerous at the moment and tried taking back what she said. "What did I do wrong? Isn't it about time we killed him? You had wanted this for ages."
"Well now I don't. Don't even tell me his real name, it might tempt me."
"But-
"Don't do it!" He yelled in outrage. Light had never been so frustrated in his life, nor had he been confused. L was now his best friend but his greatest enemy. It didn't make sense. Not one bit of sanity went through Light's brain and he stomped out of the hall leaving Ryuk and Misa, wondering what the hell was going on.
The puzzle was nearly finished again. He placed one blank piece beside the other, and after what was really thirty seconds, he had only three more pieces to go. He was finished in thirty-two seconds. All seventy-eight white pieces intact with each other. He took a look at his masterpiece, then took the board and spilled all the puzzle pieces out again and scattered them all. "Tell me, Mello." The white haired boy demanded. "Can you solve a rubrics cube?"
Mello, the other guy who was sprawled across the sofa replied. "Only about two sides. I never really cared about those damned things anyway."
"You see?" Said the white haired boy calmly. "That's what makes me slightly smarter than you. I have the patients"
Mello growled. "You know I can outdo you in solving anything! Don't be a smart-ass, Near." He took a bite of a chocolate bar giving him a rush of endorphins. If it wasn't for the endorphins Mello would have killed Near a long time ago.
"Yes, but we use different methods. You like using violence and I like questioning. Socially you are a genius. You can lure even the people who loathe you to be on your side and tell them to do crazy things. But I like stumping people. There is quite a difference my friend."
"Since when did we become friends?" Mello asked raising an eyebrow and sitting up from his awkward position. "I would shoot you any day if Watari never discarded weapons here."
"Would you like to play a game of chess?" Near queried.
"With you?! Never, I would beat the crap out of you before you knew it. You would be really boring to play." Mello closed his eyes, put his hands behind his head and leaned back down on the couch crossing his legs. "Are you ever going to do anything else besides put together that stupid puzzle of yours?"
"I was hoping to contact Ryuzaki some time. It's quite fatuous here in 'Wammy's House' without him around." Near finished the puzzle and scrambled the pieces once again. "If he's not making any progress in the next week or so, I was thinking if you're interested, you can convince Watari to let us join L's search for Kira."
Mello stuck out his tongue. "If I would do that, I would only convince him to let me in on the investigation. He can forget about you. You're stupid anyway."
Near looked up at the satisfied looking Mello sitting on the couch like he was sunbathing. "Suit yourself." Near declared. He picked up his puzzle, walked over to Mello, and dumped the pieces on him.
"What the?! What the hell was that for!?" Mello shouted while trying to get the pieces off of him. "Pieces went down my shirt! You idiot!" But Near never heard him because he walked out of the room casually, as if nothing ever happened.
He would help L find Kira, himself. Not with Mello, and away from the puzzles he had solved over a thousand times. But Mello was his competition. And somehow, Near knew he would call up his friends to overcome him. This would be a matter of chance…
"What time is it?" Matsuda complained, yawning and collapsing on one of the computer chairs. "For some reason I feel really tired today."
"Matsuda. It's only four o'clock in the afternoon" Kenzo answered glancing at his watch. "It sure has been a busy day though." He said sarcastically. "What did we do all day again? Oh yah. Not that much! Seriously Ryuzaki, enough of your thinking and more of the doing."
"I apologise if I kept most of the thinking to myself but the other day just really baffled me." Ryuzaki sighed, then got up from his chair and paced back and forth rubbing his forehead with one hand. "I have to take Advil or something correlating because my head throbs today. How's Higuchi coping?"
Matsuda raised an eyebrow. "Uh, Ryuzaki. Higuchi's dead."
Ryuzaki widened his eyes. Then his legs collapsed underneath him and he clutched his head. Several members of the team went to his side immediately. "Are you alright?" Soichiro asked clutching Ryuzaki's arm.
"I'm a little light headed that's all." L admitted "Forgive me for being a nuisance." He pushed Soichiro and Matsuda away from him so he could get up on his own. "Watari will be able to conjure something up for me. I advise you to all to go home to your families right now, if you have one. I'll be better by tomorrow."
"But Ryuzaki. Maybe we should work until eleven o'clock as always." Matsuda cut in. "I insist we-
"No, you guys are dismissed. Go"
Aizawa pulled up his car in the driveway. It was an odd feeling. He never really came home this early these days. It had always been around twelve o'clock or somewhere around that time when he actually walked into the house, put his coat away and collapsed on the couch in the living room for about five minutes before he would urge himself to get up again and get ready for bed.
Every night, even though his daughter was sleeping at that time, he would go into her room and kiss her goodnight. Sometimes Yumi would wake up and ask him why he was always so late, but he would just say to go back to sleep. Then he would join his wife, who was always sleeping soundly herself. However for the past two months he noticed something peculiar. Whenever he came home to find her asleep, she would always be sleeping on the far side of the bed with most of the covers as well. But she was facing away from him. And that bothered him.
He decided not to question her because it wasn't really his business anyway. She was a woman, and he was a man, and women always got tied up in things that would tick them off. Maybe the deodorant he chose to wear wasn't particularly desirable. And it was too bad if that was the case because they always advertised his specific brand with woman crawling all over the guys.
Aizawa locked his car and walked up to the front door, put his key in the lock and twisted it open. He walked in knocking the umbrella stand over however it didn't make much of a sound as it landed flat on the ground. "How did that get there?" He asked himself, never remembering it even existed. He shook his shoes off his feet and placed them on the mat and stood the umbrella stand somewhere where he wouldn't knock it over next time.
"Yuriko! I'm home!" He called walking to the kitchen. "Yumi? Anybody?" He was thirsty so he opened the fridge to hopefully find a can of pop. No doubt, there was a can of soda and he opened it with a loud 'pop'. But as he did so, something else seemed to have popped inside his head. He stopped for a moment, and slowly took a few paces backwards so he could face the horrible image on the counter top.
Staring unwillingly, he saw a man's jacket and a tie non-of, which he recognised. They were not his, nor were they new. "Oh god." He whispered in shock. "Someone's in my house." He couldn't think. It was as if he was on autopilot. He grabbed the two items and contiguously ran up the stairs as fast as he could. He was hoping this was a false alarm. He was hoping he made a mistake, but even as he wished those two things, he couldn't bring himself to knock on his wife's and his room. Instead, he burst the door open, revealing his wife in a bathrobe and another man getting dressed as fast as he could.
"Oh god." Aizawa uttered to himself.
"Shuichi. What are…you doing…here?" Yuriko gasped. She wasn't prepared for her husband barging in on them. "You are usually here at twelve o'clock. I…I…"
"What is this?!" Aizawa asked breathlessly. It was as if someone had punched him hard in the stomach. He couldn't breath. He wouldn't. He held up the anonymous man's tie and jacket and repeated. "What is this!?"
The man buttoned up the last few buttons of his shirt and said. "Those are mine." He looked a few years older than Aizawa and had a few streaks of grey hair. The man reached to grab his clothes from Aizawa but Aizawa held them out of his reach.
He imposed "Who's this man, Yuriko?"
The man stared at the startled Yuriko, then back at the trembling Aizawa. "You know what?" The man said "Maybe I should go. You can keep the tie and jacket." He shoved passed Aizawa and walked down the stairs but as Aizawa realised Yuriko was speechless, he began to follow the man.
"Who are you and what are you doing to my wife?!" Aizawa asked with a cold hard expression.
"You know what? I'm not going to answer that." The man put on his shoes and gave Aizawa a look that told him, 'you should know already.' Then he slammed the door as hard as he could.
Yuriko was standing behind Aizawa now with her hand to her mouth. She was upset. Either because Aizawa forced the man of her dreams out, or because he found out in such a way that would hurt him.
"Where's Yumi?" Aizawa asked calmly.
"I wanted to tell you in a different way, I swear."
"Where's Yumi?" He asked again, only this time, his voice cracking.
"At her friends house. I make her go every day now."
"Damn it woman, what will you tell your poor child? That we're getting a divorce and that she can only see her father on weekends? Huh? How long has this been going on?"
"Four months… you're such a bastard. Just because I slept with him a few times doesn't mean I want a divorce. You're such a jerk suggesting such a thing!" She grabbed the closest object and threw it at him. "Four months, and I think I was actually happy for the first time." She grabbed another object and threw it at him. The second one scratched his arm badly. Yuriko cautiously stopped her immense outrage when she noticed something.
"Daddy?" A voice said coming from behind him. He turned around and looked down. It was Yumi looking up at him with tears in her eyes. She must have just got back from her friend's house. "Why are you and Mommy yelling?"
Heartbroken, he went over to her and kneeled down to hug her. He tightened his grip as if he knew he was going to lose her and she noticed a tear fall down his cheek. He let go of her and was silent. He stood up for approximately seven seconds then walked out the door without a word or a second glance.
"Daddy! Daddy! Don't leave me alone. Daddy, don't go!" Were the last words he heard from his daughter. The pouring rain beating down on everything muffled the rest of her sound. Yet her silence didn't make him feel any better, just worse.
Author again: Ok. So I like torturing Aizawa, but that doesn't mean I don't love him. I'm making this up as I go along and I myself wasn't expecting to write that...it just sort of came into my head as I was typing. Just so you know Light had nothing to do with that incident, that was all Yuriko's instinct. PLEASE REVIEW.