Today I just felt like being nice, so I updated yet another chapter of this fanfiction. Nevertheless, I'm probably not going to update for awhile untill I get 4 or 5 more reviews. I only continue the stories that I know people are reading the entire thing. If not, I just take the stories off or never continue them. YAWN I'M SOOOOO TIRED. It must be like 12 o'clock or somthing. WATCHING TOOO MUCH RUSSELL PETERS...Oh damn, I swear I'm going to marry him when I reached legal age. You'll know who I am in 2036...(the lady who married Russell Peters)... crap, he'll be like 12789346278 years old by then...
The Explicit Truth
"Well, if it isn't the little white haired snob." Mello said, coming into the Wammy house with Matt behind him. Near appeared to be waiting for them at the front. He was holding another one of his finger puppets. "Aren't you a little old for toys?" Mello sneared.
"Aren't you a little young to be smoking?" Near pointed out, to Matt who had just put out the ciggarette he was smoking outside. "Considering Matt is your friend, I presume you'd be smoking aswell."
"Hey cut the crap. The little kids might hear you and run to tell the head. Just stop being a rat ok?"
Matt finally came in and stomped his feet on the carpet to get rid of the snow, then looked up. "Oh hey Near."
"Hey Matt." Near waved politely.
Mello rolled his eyes. Matt was always nice to Near. It was hard to get the general idea carved into his head that "Near-Is-Our-Enemy". Nope. Never seemed to work on Matt. He was too oblivious to know what was going on. All Mello could assume, that was going on in Matt's brain, was probably Sesame Street and Big bird singing the Abc's while circling around on a unicicle. Where the fuck did Matt get his computer genius skills from? Matt is just an effing alien…
"So what was it you wanted Mello?"
"I'm here to negotiate-
"And where do you get the idea you can negotiate with me? I'm just a kid remember? One that plays silly games and has stupid ideas, according to you. Are you sure you want to ask me anything now?"
"The kid has a point you know." Matt declared.
"Ok. So I'm here to negotiate with you and-
"And are you still going to ask me after all those drastic years of bullying me, and tantalizing me and all those proposterous pranks you've pulled on me!? And you're coming to me now, when YOU have a problem?"
"It's a really good problem though! It even has a twist!"
"But yet you still come here to me? I don't want to help you. Do I have a 'Tell Me Your Problems' sign stuck on my face?"
"Yes but-
"Oh no. I'm not a therapist! Go hire your own."
"STOP INTERUPTING ME!!" Mello shouted. The entire Wammy house fell silent. Even the obnoxious kids in the other room stopped playing.
"Ahem…" Matt coughed. "I think he's implying you owe him an apology."
Mello's eye twitched. "All that for one stinkin' word? I'm s…su…sorry."
"Say it like you mean it."
Mello sighed then snarled. "Sorry."
Near smirked. "Now say it hopping up and down and patting your tummy. Then after sing it in opera style."
"Fuck no."
"I'll do it!!!" Matt volunteered.
Near shrugged. "No it's ok Matt. Mello's forgiven…Now what was it you wanted to tell me?"
Mello gave a sigh of relief. "It's L. I contacted him awhile ago. By the tone of his voice it sounded like he didn't want anyone to help him. Though, the way I see it, he has you on his side and was just covering the fact up. Are you two paired up in finding Kira?"
Near held his hand to his chin. "Interesting. I did the exact thing just the other day. And I thought the exact same thing only as you and Matt instead. I told you he was an independent man."
"Huh?" Matt said. "So niether of you are working with him? He's sort of selfish. It would be much faster if you all just worked together. I suggest all of us consolidate and work together as ONE."
Mello nodded. "I don't see why not. We would be competing against L, and maybe we'd top his findings."
"L's much smarter than us…you must consider the consequences. Nevertheless, I agree. I'm in for this competition." Near extended his arm.
Mello shook it. "We're a team then?"
"A team."
"Stares are so beautiful from down here." Rem glanced up at the sky. "I can see why you look up at them all the time."
"I suppose they are. You know, some people read stares to predict future events etc. I never really believed them though. They were all just rational circumstances or coincidences that seemed to have some credibility…Most of them are just lies generated for the purpose of making money though." Aizawa sighed but smiled and leaned on the ledge of the building.
They were out on the roof staring out at the dotted city. "You should believe them." Rem insisited. "There is bound to be people who can see these things. If it helps, I'm a shinigami."
Aizawa chuckled. "I see your point. But the worlds a cruel place."
"Sometimes, when I'm back at the shinigami world and I see you guys looking at the stares. I sometimes think you can see us and you're pointing at us… but that's only a fantasy that will never come true."
"You want us to see you then?"
"Yes, so that people won't be scared of dying…You see, people don't come to our world after they die. They go to a much better place."
"How are you so sure?"
"I…don't know." Rem stared blankly down. "You don't mind that I followed you up here?"
Aizawa thought for a moment. "After what happened to me yesterday I don't care who follows me."
"This might be fairly rude of me, but I'd figured you'd come up here to-
"To what?"
"To… kill yourself."
Aizawa shook his head. "It's a long way down." He pointed out.
"It's an easy way to die."
"I wouldn't want to kill someone else on the way down."
"What would you care? You'd be dead by the time you fell on that person."
Aizawa got up from his leaning position and faced Rem. "Are you actually worried, that I was going to do that? What does it matter what happens to me?"
"Your daughter needs you." Rem remarked.
"But she's got her mother. She can live without me. It's not impossible." Aizawa argued.
"So you're admitting you came up here, to exactly commit suicide."
"I-…Bu-…" Aizawa turned away ashamed. Rem saved his life. It was true. If she hadn't been up there with him there would have been no guaranty that he would be coming back down by the stairs. "I thought it would end my pain." He admitted. He collapsed on his knees and put his hands over his face. Tears ran down his cheeks. "People don't care if I'm here or not. I can't even be known as Shuichi Aizawa anymore in public because of damn Kira. I'm having an i-i-identity crises."
Rem felt useless. She couldn't help him in anyway but she wanted to. She couldn't comfort him but she wanted to. All she could do was use words.
"You have the investigation team."
"But that's it. They are the only ones. I'm completely alone."
"You're not alone. If only you could see that."
Light sat at his computer, looking as though he was doing work, but actually paying close attention to the news on the big screen just afew metres away from him. Light's father and Kenzo and Matsuda and L where in the room aswell. L said to Light that even though he was dying he wanted to make the most of his life anyway, so he got back dressed and continued working at the headquarters. But everyone else knew what was really going on.
L sat in his chair the typical position he usually chose and began his habit of biting his nails. He peered up at the immense screen.
"We might want to keep the TV on just incase something unusual happens releating to Kira. I believe they are making a channel just for updating Kira's set of rules and regulations. It would be interesting to see who they put on to present that channel. They'd be risking a great deal." L had said earlier.
On the TV. there was no sign of the channel, though the news channels were usually pretty helpful. "Normally, we would watch the global news, but seeing that we know that Kira lives in this country, it would be wiser to watch local area news, in any case, Tokyo."
It had been an hour since he said that. Aizawa wasn't back yet from whatever he was doing and Matsuda was doing something cautiously on his laptop at the other side of the room. Light thought he was watching porn or something so he smirked, but really he was watching the video of L and Light again trying to figure something out. Kenzo was at L's side watching the news, aswell as Light's dad.
Rem was nowhere to be seen…Light never really thought of this, but it was Rem who was the real threat. She was the one who had the power to give the eyes. The only problem was, there was no way of killing her. Of course, there was the slight possiblilty she was inlove with Misa, but it seemed lately she wasn't worried of Misa at all. She had seen that Misa had lost half of her lifespan again…and didn't have any reaction. Non whatsoever.
Light raised an eyebrow. Strange how her feelings had changed a lot for Misa. Maybe she was just a motherly figure to Misa.
You can not kill a shinigami unless they fall inlove…Hmmm. Light thought How can I if she's not?
He felt L's eyes on him for a moment, and he frooze. It was a good thing noone could listen to his thoughts but coming out of a natural reaction he continued his fake work at the computer.
Aizawa just came in with Rem behind him. He looked pretty normal as if he wasn't just outside on the roof about to commit suicide. On the way back he decided to bring himself a coffee.
Light's lip curled. And he began to feel the urge to try not to laugh. He glanced at the large clock high on the opposite side of the room. The hands were pointing to 9:23:43
Approximatly 7 more minutes and Aizawa's life would be ruined.
"Aizawa." L said without turning his glance from the screen. "I figured that maybe if we watched the news, we can get a glimpse of what Kira wants for his channel."
9:24:02. Light started to sweat. This was only a one-chance plan. It would have to fully work now, or he would mess up really bad.
"I actually heard that the guy who does our local news was given a letter written by Kira himself. It said that he should create it."
Light looked at his watch, set at exactly the same time as the clock on the wall. 9:25:21. It was exciting. Earlier this night Misa had agreed to write exactly what should happen, and how they'd die. It was going to happen right infront of his eyes.
"Kira's a pig." Kenzo commented. "He just wants so much attention. I think he likes to be known as the 'king' or something."
9:26:42
"But look at the news. Nothing's about Kira so far." Mr. Yagami crossed his arms and roamed back and forth.
9:27:23
Light twirled around on the computer chair. "Nobody wants to talk about Kira because they are afraid he will be angered, and will kill them aswell. I suggest…Matsuda? What are you doing at your laptop over there?"
Matsuda blushed. "Oh nothing sir. Nothing at all sir. Just looking up criminals on Google. It might be of some help later on. They should seriously stop posting everybody's names!"
9:28:42
"But that's the point Matsuda." L sighed. "If they stop posting the criminal's names Kira won't kill and there would BE no INTERESTING news. Understand?"
Matsuda nodded. "Yah, I guess that shows you how savage human beings are."
9:29:34
"Well maybe people just have to lag and hold off doing crimes. Yet they won't because people would rather sacrifice there own lives to keep their famillies alive. It's a complicated world we live in." Aizawa sighed.
9:29:49. Light now began to tremble. The time will come soon. Almost a breath away.
9:29:55. Light hesitated. The others were having a conversation while he was sitting in his seat worrying. The moment will come, he told himself. We wrote it in the death note.
9:29:57. Sweat came down his face. Adrenoline pumped through his body and he wanted to laugh. He wanted to laugh so badly.
9:29:58. Just two more seconds and Aizawa will discover a whole new perspective.
9:29:59. Light wanted it to pass. One second seemed like an hour...
9:30:00
…Light wanted to yell. It was as if he was at the Fifa world cup and watched Japan score a goal but never uttered a word of championship. Light pulled out a newspaper and opened it wide to cover the fact he was smiling sinisterly and uncontrolibly. He was so close to laughing tears were forming in his eyes. He let the newspaper drop and put on the most average face possible on.
It was happening now. You couldn't see it from here. But somehow Light knew. Any second now Aizawa would get the phone call…
"Ryuzaki, you've just brought up an interesting point. It never occurred to me that-…Oh hold on a second, Yumi's calling me." Aizawa took out his cellphone and held it up to his ear. "Hey Sweety. What's up-
But something interupted him on the other end of the line. Something was wrong. Something was horrific. You could tell just by the shocked expression on his face. "No Yumi. Don't hang up! Don't. Don't hang the phone-… Yumi? Yumi!?!"
He closed his cellphone, didn't say a word and rushed out in a hurry.
"Aizawa!?! Where you going man?!?! What happened!? I'm coming with you man! There's no way you're going at it alone!" Kenzo shouted. He disapeared through the door along with the other people in the room.
Light was the only one left. The room was deserted, and he stood up, to see some papers had been knocked over and were scattered on the floor. Instead of picking them up, he sat in the chair placed infront of the screen and watched.
The next image on the news was of police cars surrounding a house. A house that was fairly similar to Aizawa's…Nevertheless, you could barely tell in the dark with red and blue lights flashing at it.
"We just had a reporting that a woman had…
But instead of listening to the voice on the TV. Light laughed. Light laughed for what seemed like a very long time.
His plan had just began, and he had front row seats…
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