The Chronicles of L's Eyes

Chapter 4

Written by: Darkness Fall, Alexandria Jaganshi, and Xyllia Xerxes

Plot: Pat & Ech (who were bugging us continuously to finally update)

Raito stared agape at the creature perched atop the lamppost, lost for words as he took in the detail of said creature. He subconsciously took a step back as the leather winged entity jumped down to stand in front of him.

Raito narrowed his eyes and composed himself, managing to look both wary and calm at the same time. He took in the creature's appearance with calculating eyes and asked the one question that had been playing in his mind ever since the entity made itself known to him.

"What do you want from me?" He said calmly yet suspiciously, his voice unwavering as he stared up (as the entity was pretty tall) at the grinning face of the sinister looking being. His muscles and stance showed that he was ready to bolt if the creature were to make a hostile move, yet he still managed to seem dignified and deceptively calm.

The creature's grin, if it was possible, seemed to widen at the human's reaction, and he let out a low chuckle. Raito shifted his stance slightly, he considered just running away, and leaving the seemingly innocent-looking black book with its owner, who was, without any doubt, the creature looming over him.

"It's the second type then" the god of death idly threw the apple he held in his clawed hand before catching it again and taking a huge bite out of it, the crunching sound breaking through the tension of the moment, although he didn't seem to even notice said tension in the beginning.

"You see, from what I can see, there are a few type of reactions from you humans after they realized that the book is real and the real extent of the ability…" He trailed off slightly as he took another huge bite out of the red apple. He looked as if he was musing to himself, and Raito got the feeling he was being ignored, but it was quickly ruled out when the winged death god glanced at him.

"It's either being curious…" He continued his 'speech' again between bites of apple "trying to proof every rules there is and then trying to tell everyone else... and only managing to make themselves look like raving lunatings and eventually killed themselves…" He cackled in pure amusement at that, as if he had just told a highly entertaining joke.

Raito narrowed his eyes slightly before he smirked as he confirmed that the other man… err… death god was not a threat… at least not to him. He stroked the pitch black cover of the book within his grasp and realized that he had been clutching the book tightly and that the palm of his hands had been sweating.

"Why are you here?" Raito asked coldly, his eyes resembling twin chips of ice, there is no way in hell he was going to let go of the book so easily. "Are you here for the book? 'Cause you would do well to know that I wont give it back to you…" He continued, still in the same hostile tone as he waved the book almost mockingly in front of Ryuk's face.

Ryuk grinned eerily, exposing his large canines. Raito felt a shiver run down his spine but hid his discomfort and willed himself to stare straight into the death god's eyes. "No" The death god said, surprising the brunette in front of him "It's yours now, I won't bother taking it away…"

"So what are you doing here?" Raito said suspiciously still, although his voice lost some of its hostility.

"My job here is only to ensure that you go by the rules and take it back once you die or willingly release ownership of it. In which case I would have to-"

"Erase any and all my memories concerning the Death Note and death god – you – right? It's written clearly here…" Raito cut off the death god's explanation.

"And besides I'm bored…" Ryuk said, flashing another eerie grin his way "And you humans seem to be interesting…" 'especially you'The words left unsaid but the glint of amusement in his eyes were unmistakable.

Indeed, humans are amusing… Maybe this time I won't get bored so quickly.

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"Raito, Raito, wake up." She tapped her brother slightly on his shoulder. He just turned his back on her and covered his head with the blanket, earning a sighed of his sister.

Sayu bend over and whispered annoyingly on his ear, making sure to let her breath tickle him, "Onii-chan" raito shuddered and woke up, turning his head to glare blearily at whoever had woken him up and finally locating his sister with had a grin on her face.

He scowled at her and threw another piercing glare at her, too bad the effect was ruined by the fact he still hasn't got his bearing and his sleep tousled hair. "I'm awake now, happy?"

"Well, try saying that to kaa-san and we'll see how she react" and with that, she skipped out of her older brother's room, humming a cheery tune for the sake of annoying her dearest big brother.

Raito yawned and stretched as he tossed away the covers before slowly climbing into a sitting position. He shuddered as his bare feet touched the cold floor and shook his head. Siblings can really be a pain in the rear end sometimes; he just couldn't get how someone would be able to be so cheerful so early in the morning, it must be from his mother's side of the family… too bad he wasn't really gifted with that particular genetic trait… one reason why he hated mornings.

He tried to flatten his ruffled hair as he reached over to his table and grabbed his cell phone. He saw his message inbox and quickly scrolled downwards, ignoring the usual messages from his fangirls… wait… there's one from a guy… Raito stared at the particular message with a raised eyebrow before dismissing it and deleting it like all the other fan messages he had.

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A shadowy figure could be seen behind a high backed chair, his hair was sticking up in every way possible and he didn't seem to have slept for any amount of time if the huge bags under his eyes were any indication. Sounds of sugar blocks dropping into liquid were the only noise within the room, the soft sound almost echoing as it shattered the thick yet fragile silence. His eyes was glued into many computer screens, which were showing calculations far too difficult for any other boy his age and even most older than him would have a hard time understanding the black lines on the white screen, others would go so far as call it 'squiggly lines' (AJ: I know I would).

He stirred the coffee gently, a steady 'clink' filling the room as the metal tea spoon hit the sides of the ceramic cup. He set the spoon down and picked up the cup of coffee, his eyes not leaving the glowing screen for even a moment, and brought the cup to lips, before slowly sipping the dark liquid. The coffee itself had lost its original taste due to overuse of sugar, but the figure didn't seem to notice, or indeed, didn't seem to care as that was the way he like his coffee… or anything else he eat and drink for that matter. He would even go so far as to eat the sugar blocks itself, but Watari had long since forbade him to do it with some long, stupid excuses.

Suddenly, a message appeared on one of the screens in front of him and he paused to consider the message before carelessly dropping another cube of sugar into his drink, spilling a bit of it in the process. He ignored the dropping that had stained his otherwise clean table and pushed away from the table, his chair moving instead of the desk as he turned the chair swiftly and riffled through a stack of papers before stopping at a particular page.

What he saw was a picture of a boy, probably around his age, with neatly combed brown hair and determined eyes staring back at him, a hidden intelligence shining behind those guarded eyes. Beneath it were documents that came with it, some information about his background, his father's position within the military before he became an inspector, his hometown and so on…

The figure, also known to many as L, the mysterious yet legendary detective, studied the documents, trained eyes flicking from fact to fact, before diverting his eyes towards the monitor where the message he had gotten was displayed proudly. He pondered his hypothesis about the unusual death cases and numerous cardiac arrests as the death toll rose every single day.

The name KIRA had appeared all over the web, many people proclaiming him or her to be their 'savior', the one who passed down judgments to those who had done evil within the world, others proclaimed him or her to be some sort of cold hearted mass murderer. Needless to say, L was pissed, although he would never admit it to anybody. Based on the research on his part, he deducted that this person, the one they called KIRA, was somewhere within Japan, considering nearly 80% of the victims were of Japanese origin.

His delicate fingers started to stir the cup of coffee in front of him as his eyes were still on the monitors. He glanced every now and then to the picture of the brunette that was on his left hand, thinking that there may be some possibilities that the KIRA case might had some connection with that boy. After taking another slip of his too-sweet-to-consume coffee, he then started to scribble some illegible things on a piece of paper. Only the heading was clear enough to be read, 'KIRA'.

TBC..

a/n: sorry for the very slow update. This chapter has been in my laptop for years, waiting to be finished and posted. AJ and XX as well as me myself have been very busy these last 2 years.

The next update will be faster and longer but I can't really promise anything ... I think we've lost our interest in Death Note series but I can promise you that we're going to finish this story no matter what; although I realize that it may take years ..

reviews are appreciated. Flames are ignored. Cookies for those who can guess what would L's first encounter with Light going to be.

-Darkness Fall